Song Yuan, who has officially resigned, now has a lot of time to spend with Rong Ting.
She is much more relaxed than other mothers, because Rong Ting is very sensible, and her parents hired a trustworthy aunt for her, now she doesn't have to cook three meals a day, and she doesn't have to clean up, so she has free time , when Rong Ting is practicing calligraphy and reading, she won't go up to disturb him. After all, she is not a teacher, so she can't give him advice. This is her free time. She can surf the Internet, watch dramas and variety shows, and come again A glass of fat house water is really fast.
Of course, Song Yuan is not planning to be a full-time mother, even if she arrives in Beijing, after Rong Ting gets used to it, she will report to her father's company.
This made Chen Linjing very upset. She hoped that her daughter would inherit her clothing company, but there was no way. Her business hadn't developed to the capital city yet.
After a long time, Song Yuan was influenced by the mothers of the owner group, and she also felt that Rong Ting should learn some specialties besides studies. Otherwise, many babies would start early childhood education in a few months, wouldn't Rong Ting lose Are you on the starting line
So, Song Yuan booked a lot of experience classes for Rong Ting, wanting to see what Rong Ting is more suitable for learning.
When she was a child, she thought that she would be the kind of particularly enlightened mother, the kind who would go crazy with the children and play games together. When she really had a child, she would change.
She is no different from other mothers. Seeing mothers posting awards and trophies in the owner group, she also started to feel anxious!
The sky was fine and there was no ice on the side of the road. Song Yuan drove Rong Ting to experience the class. The center she found was very popular in the city. Yesterday she took Rong Ting to experience the balance car class. Rong Ting saw the room When there were two or three-year-old babies in the house, he was angry, so he temporarily changed to skating lessons. He was only a little interested in this. After falling off the horse, his ears were red, and he told Song Yuan that he was the prince. He doesn't need to learn Bingxi.
Song Yuan pretended not to hear it.
The child has not yet reacted, and it is impossible for him to return to ancient times. Song Yuan didn't want to provoke him, so he didn't point it out.
The child's idea was to boil the frog in warm water, hoping that after cultivating the bond between mother and child, she would be willing to follow him back to the palace.
Although he didn't say it clearly, Song Yuan knew it. Thinking of what he said before, she sneered twice, huh, man! too young too simple.
Today she brought Rong Ting to a piano experience class, and after the class, she has to go to another school to take a physical class, the schedule is still a bit tight.
On the way here, in order to prevent unnecessary troubles from happening again, Song Yuan decided to seduce him to coax him, "Goo, I actually regret it now. When I was young, my mother asked me to learn the piano. Later, in order to cultivate my interest , my dad even bought me a piano, but I just couldn’t hold on, so I didn’t learn anymore. These days, I still have to be a bit special. In the past, our school held welcome new students and art performances, and students came to the stage to play the piano alone , or play the violin, my college classmates can play the piano, and occasionally pick up jobs in shopping malls or coffee shops, earning a lot.”
"Of course, I'm not saying that I want you to learn these things so that you can make money in the future. You ancients should have such a saying, too much art does not overwhelm you."
"And Gu Gu, as long as I think of you playing the piano and violin on stage in the future, I will be very excited! Maybe I will get into the SLR trap just to take pictures of you."
Rong Ting finally reacted. Although he was almost six years old, Song Yuan bought him a safety seat for the sake of safety. He sat on the safety seat, raised his head, and said very dissatisfied: " Performing on stage? I don't want it!"
Look at his aversion to this matter, he actually calls himself "I".
"You can't say that. Nowadays, many children are going to perform after learning their specialty. You have to do as the Romans do, right?" Song Yuan said again, "And those children's parents feel very proud, and I want to be proud too. "
"I refuse, I won't go!" Rong Ting was very disgusted.
"Okay, let's not talk about performing on stage, just try it, maybe you will like it? I'm not such an unreasonable person, if you don't like it, I won't force you." Song Yuan thought about it Thinking, "I've paid the money too, so you just play it, okay?"
In fact, she didn't have the heart to force him, and she wouldn't force him if he didn't want to.
Rong Ting nodded reluctantly, "Okay."
It's not that he hates learning. He is at the age when he is curious about everything. It's just that everything in modern times has a strong conflict with his education. Fortunately, his mother understands him and is trying to find a balance.
When we arrived at the learning center, there were other children who came to the experience class this time. This is also a selfish intention of Song Yuan. She hopes that Rong Ting can get in touch with children of the same age. After all, he is surrounded by adults. Although adults are also from that age, they can't really understand the world of children. She hopes that Rong Ting can make friends.
The side of the classroom facing the corridor is full of floor-to-ceiling windows. This window is very interesting. People outside can see what is going on inside. It is probably convenient for parents to observe their children’s learning progress. It is attractive and distracting, and the sound insulation effect is particularly good.
Rong Ting was in class with a little girl and a little boy. The three children were all about the same age, so they should have a common language.
When the teacher was teaching the little girl to play, the little boy chatted quietly with Rong Ting, "What do you study every day now?"
Rong Tingbi was very down-to-earth when he first came here. He used to ignore the children's strike-up, but now he can answer some questions, "I went to learn to skate yesterday."
"Hey, I'm so annoyed, my parents are just devils!" The little boy complained in a low voice, "I want to learn English, I want to learn Taekwondo, and now I'm going to enroll me in piano lessons. I went to learn how to draw, and they didn’t treat me like a human being!”
Rong Ting was established as the crown prince from birth, and the royal family's requirements were even stricter, so he would not get sympathy for what happened to the little boy.
"Oh, really." Rong Ting thought of what his mother said to be polite, not to ignore people, and he didn't want to pay attention to this child, so he said this again.
"Yeah! You're probably similar to me. Parents are crazy now!"
Rong Ting oh again, as a response to him.
He doesn't think the children nowadays are so pitiful. With such a little intensity, it's nothing.
"What have you learned?" the little boy asked Rong Ting again.
Rong Ting thought for a while and replied: "Painting, calligraphy, riding horses, shooting, composing poems..."
He also said some things that the little boy couldn't understand. All in all, they were all skills that sound difficult and advanced.
The little boy was dumbfounded, clenched his little paws, and whispered, "You are so pitiful, I suddenly feel that my parents are very kind to me."
Song Yuan stood outside, seeing Rong Ting chatting happily with the little boy, she also laughed.
Yes, that's how it should be! Cuckoo, make more friends, I hope you can have a happy childhood!
In the process of growing up, friends are inseparable. Song Yuan was even thinking, should I exchange contact information with the little boy's mother later, so that we can have parties and walk the baby together in the future, so that Rong Ting's life will become better. A lot of colorful!
When Song Yuan was thinking about making friends in the court, a gentle male voice came: "Miss Song, what a coincidence."
Song Yuan turned his head to the side when he heard the words, and was surprised to see that it was Rong Heng, "Mr. Xie, why are you here?"
Rong Heng smiled, "I have a friend who works here, and I made an appointment to have dinner with him today. He is still in a meeting, so I just walked around. When I saw you just now, I thought it was my eyesight. Why are you here?"
He looked into the classroom following her gaze just now, and smiled knowingly, "Are you accompanying your son to class? Which one is your son?"
"En." Song Yuan pointed to Rong Ting who was standing not far from the piano, "The one with the hat."
Rong Ting refused to cut his hair, and now he wears modern clothes, it's not good, and it has an ancient hairstyle, and he will wear a hat when he goes out.
Rong Heng laughed, "It's so big, I feel very similar to you."
"Really? That's all said, probably there is some truth in the saying that sons are like mothers and daughters are like fathers."
"Is this a piano lesson?"
Song Yuan nodded, "Yeah, he's actually very good, he can learn everything easily, and I don't know what he likes to learn, so I'll bring him over to experience a few lessons, and then he can learn whatever he likes."
"He is indeed different from other children." Rong Heng carefully considered and made such an evaluation.
Others were evaluating and talking about their own children. Of course Song Yuan was interested in this topic, so he asked, "Why is it different?"
"You see, he is also standing, his back is straight, and he doesn't look around, which is good." Rong Heng paused, "Although I haven't been in contact with your son, I can feel it. , he was taught very well, he was a very good kid."
"Yeah." Song Yuan was also very happy to hear him say that, maybe being a mother is like this, hearing others praise her child is a hundred times happier than her own, "But it's not my credit, it's his father's Credit, his father is really powerful, but I think he is too obedient, sometimes it doesn't matter if I hope he makes a fuss like an ordinary kid."
Rong Heng smiled, "He should be much happier following you now. The child still prefers to be with his mother, but he has nothing to say to his father."
"Probably, it's because his father taught him very well. Now that he follows me, I want to do a better job, at least not to delay him." This is why Song Yuan is so anxious. Rong Ting is too good, if he After following her, she finally became an ordinary person, and she would feel guilty psychologically.
"How could it be?" Rong Heng looked at Rong Ting who was standing upright in the room with far-reaching eyes, "Some people are destined not to be things in the pool."