Raising Babies in the 70s

Chapter 81: Can sing and dance

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At the end of the performance, Qin Rou got another enamel jar, which was shown on the spot. After the show, she hugged the enamel jar in her arms and choked speechlessly.

Don't you get an enamel jar every time you sing? The oversized one can not only hold water, but also serve rice, vegetables, steamed buns and instant noodles.

"Pot Pot! Pot Pot!!" The two children are the happiest of this enamel jar.

They huddled around her legs together, shouting happily: "Pot Pot!!"

Super like two of the seven dwarfs.

Their father, Lu Yan, came over and held the two dwarfs one by one. Zhou Zhou, who had a red string on his wrist, raised his hand to ask for his father's hat. Qin Rou took off the hat on Lu Yan's head and gave it to him. Zhou Zhou put it on, took off his hat, and put it on the dumpling.

Now it's evenly distributed.

"One person, one, satisfied."

This is the difficulty of raising twins in the family. Two brothers have the same thing, and the other must also have it. Otherwise, the two will have a big fight, and they have to wear the same clothes and look the same as the elder brother (younger brother) , if something is different, you must make a fuss and ask: "Why is my brother (brother) like that and I am not."

The two little cubs smiled and raised their hands to touch the hat on the top of their heads, showing their small white teeth.

But now the problem came again, there was only one enamel jar that my mother earned.

Zhou Zhou: "I want, I want pots!!"

Dumpling: "My Pot Pot!"

Qin Rou squeezed the small faces of the two of them, and said helplessly, "This is mother's pot."

Lu Yan smiled and said, "Father also wants pots and pots."

Qin Rou glared at him: "Don't come to join in the fun."

This father and son are really three, one big and two young are a treasure.

"The two of you can't hold this pot, how about this, brother and younger brother will work together to take it back, okay?"

After Qin Rou said this, the two brothers agreed, but the question came again, who should give the "handle" to

"My mine I want to catch."

"Not to brother, mine!"

Qin Rou was annoyed. She adjusted the position of the enamel jar so that the handle was aimed at Lu Yan's chest. No one had the fairest way.

After raising two brothers, they are in mediation disputes every day.

"Let Dad's pectoral muscles come to get it, you can hold it, grab this with one hand, hold this with the other, and Mom will get the cup lid, so that the four of us will work together to bring the cup back."

"What about me, little aunt?" Xia Mingxi was bubbling aside.

Qin Rou: "Xixi, let's take the cup lid together."

Dumpling: "I want to take the lid with my mother!"

Zhou Zhou: "I want my mother—"

Xia Mingxi: "..."

Qin Rou grabbed Xia Mingxi's hand: "Xixi, let's go first, don't care about the three of your little uncles."

Two people, one big and one small, grabbed the lid of the cup and ran home, and the bastard was handed over to the baby and their father.

Qin Rou and Xia Mingxi trotted for a few steps, but behind them was Lu Yan holding the two children and passing them with long legs.

Qin Rou: "..."

The two cubs in his arms are cheering him on excitedly:

"hurry up!!"

"Father, faster than mother!!!"

Qin Rou: "!!!"

Who wants to compete with you for speed? ! ! !

These two little bastards, just now they were arguing to stick with their mother, but now they immediately rebelled, treating their mother as a competitor, so angry.

Capricious bastard.

But Qin Rou also understands that children of a few years old are the most likely to be distracted, don't entangle with them for too long on one thing, they are easily distracted by other things.

Five people ran back home strangely.

Qin Rou and Xia Mingxi slow down a bit, they are both "big kids" now, don't care about the children who didn't go to the two kindergartens, the winning Zhouzhou and Jiaozi are good brothers again, hugging each other and posting: " Faster than Mama!! Hurry up!!"

Now we are standing on the united front again.

Lu Yan put the two children down and put the enamel jar on the ground. Zhouzhou and Dumpling didn't want it, because the two cubs felt that it was too heavy and too big a burden, and it was pointless to force it.

Qin Rou took the enamel jar to the kitchen, and when she came back, Lu Yan took off the red string from "Zhouzhou" and put it on "Jiaozi"'s wrist.

Qin Rou: "...this is?"

Lu Yan patted one little guy on the shoulder, "This is Zhouzhou." Then he patted another one and said, "This is a dumpling."

Generally speaking, for the convenience of distinguishing, those with red strings on their wrists are Zhouzhou, which is the proof of being an older brother.

But according to Comrade Lu Yan's judgment just now, the red string was tied to the wrist of Dumpling.

The two brothers did not know when they changed, Zhou Zhou became a dumpling, and the dumpling became a Zhou Zhou.

Judging from the appearance of these two guys, it is indeed difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

Qin Rou looked at the two brothers with her arms crossed, and asked, "Who is Zhou Zhou? Who is Dumpling?"

The two cute cubs looked at their mother innocently.

"Mom, I'm Zhouzhou (dumpling)!"

Qin Rou: "..."

"Do you dare to let your mother see your little butt if you say you are Zhou Zhou?" There is not much difference between the two on the surface, but there is a shallow birthmark on the buttocks of the dumpling kid.

"Zhou Zhou" tore off his underpants with a guilty conscience, and this was his true form.

Qin Rou smiled, at that moment, she felt like a Tathagata Buddha, these two little bastards couldn't find her Wuzhishan, she looked at Lu Yan and smiled: "Do you know what is the real and fake Monkey King? "

"This is what it is!! The play your son puts on for you."

"When these two cubs go to college in the future, it will be most appropriate to line up the real and fake Monkey Kings."

"Is it right? What do you think, the child's father."

Lu Yan nodded with a smile, "Someone asked me today, the child's mother sings so well, and one of our Zhouzhou and Dumplings is going to be admitted to a literary school..."

Qin Rou: "what do you say?"

"I said, well, I can pass the exam."

Qin Rou: "..."

"Who gave you the courage, the child's father?"

"The courage you gave." Lu Yan walked over with a smile, and pinned the few military medals she got today to Qin Rou's chest.

With a smile in her eyes, Qin Rou tilted her head and let him move. She could hang a few small red badges on her white military uniform.

"Do you know what was the happiest thing when I took my son to the port to pick you up in May this year? I finally saw you come back with all your arms and legs."

Brother Lu raised his eyebrows: "What if you lose arms and legs?"

"That's good, at least it's not falling into the sea to feed the sharks."

Just like when she was drawing the baby shark picture book, what she thought in her heart was that Daddy Shark must not fall into the sea to feed the sharks.

Even if you fall into the sea, it is best to meet the cute and helpful baby shark.

"No." Qin Rou covered her chest, trying to hide these small chapters, "I can't let your sons see it, I have to hide it."

"Mom... what are you hiding?"

As soon as they heard something about hiding, the two little guys who hadn't been attracted by it were instantly refreshed! !

He raised his head and looked at his parents.

"I hide the carrots, and my mother is going to hide the carrots in the dumplings today."

dumpling:"… "

Zhouzhou: "..."

“Dumplings without carrots!!!!”

"Father, take the two children to knead steamed buns, and Xixi will cut carrots together."

Zhouzhou and Jiaozi howled a few times together, and rushed over to hug the big cousin: "Brother Xixi doesn't want carrots."

"No radish, no radish."

Xia Mingxi: "But I like dumplings stuffed with carrots the most."

Zhouzhou and Jiaozi both looked at Xia Mingxi with a "perverted" look. My God, why would someone like to eat carrots

"Mom also likes dumplings stuffed with carrots and pork the most."

Dumplings: "Dad doesn't like it!"

Zhou Zhou said: "Daddy doesn't like carrots, but Daddy likes big steamed buns!"

"I like what your mother likes."

Zhou Zhou: "Mom likes big peppers, do you like it, Dad?"

Lu Yan: "..."

Qin Rou: "??? Who said mom likes hot peppers?"

Zhang Tuanzhang and his wife followed the old Lu's next door back with their children in their arms. Huang Xinying remembered the singing she heard in the auditorium just now, and couldn't help but tell Zhang Chengbei: "Say, let our family Dundun go to the neighbor's house in the future. Xiaocha—how does Xiao Qin learn to sing and sing?"

Mr. Huang has a little hope that his youngest son will go to an art school and become a literary and art cadre, so that he can be glamorous and good-looking on the stage.

"Our son Dundun should be able to sing better than the two sons next door, right?" Teacher Huang was very confident about this. She felt...judging from her youngest son's crying, he should have a good voice.

The crying of their children and the singing of the children next door are unforgettable "good voices".

Head Zhang: "..." There is really no reason for a woman's ambition.

"Her own sons sing like that, do you think Xiao Qin can still teach our children?"

"It's better to play the erhu with me."

Teacher Xiao Huang: "..."

"Li Qinghua told me that she wanted their family to learn how to play the erhu from you."

Head Zhang was stunned for a moment, and someone offered to learn how to play the erhu from him

"Li Qinghua said that you play the erhu very well, so she wants her daughter to learn it too."

"Okay! Okay!!" Captain Zhang patted his thigh, thinking that Li Qinghua also had a good eye, "I'll accept this dance!"

Playing the erhu was unpleasant at first, and asking her to go back made her parents feel like they were covered in lice and fleas.

"This jumping is to jump more." Head Zhang is particularly fond of this naughty and jumping child.

Political Commissar Liu and Li Qinghua couldn't help talking about the performance just now when they went back, and Political Commissar Liu said to his daughter-in-law: "Listen, a lot of people were talking about the little Lu family just now, and Xiao Qin sang How nice it sounds, she is beautiful, versatile, and she keeps the yard beautiful, why don’t you learn more from her, it’s also good to learn some singing and dancing, come back and dance for your daughter.”

"It's best for our daughter to be able to sing and dance. If she can't dance, then she's sorry for the name Tiaotiao."

Li Qinghua gnawed on a cucumber, and said crisply, "Why don't you learn from Lu Shen and Captain Lu? Look at how old they are, and how old you are now."

"That's his shit luck."

"Why can't you take a shit luck and show the three of us, let's not learn to dance, it's annoying to dance around, I don't like those songs and dances today, I'd better go talk to Zhang The leader plays the erhu."

"I've already made an agreement with Mr. Huang."

Commissar Liu: "..."

"The child is only over one year old. You are thinking too far to learn the erhu."

"You let her sing and dance, don't you think it's not too far away?"

Liu Yue, the eldest son behind the couple, couldn't help but said, "Why don't you let me sing and dance too?"

To be honest, Comrade Liu Yue's name has a character "jump". He really likes jumping and jumping, but his preference has been suppressed by his biological parents from the very beginning.

He used to dance so cheerfully and freely when he was in kindergarten, but now, he can only dance the old-fashioned radio gymnastics at home. There is no dancing class in school, and there will always be only radio gymnastics between classes. Radio gymnastics is not as fun as dancing.

"I learned how to dance from Aunt Qin at school." He still remembered that Aunt Qin went to teach them how to dance at school. It was a very happy time, and he can't forget it now.

Upon hearing his son's words, Li Qinghua and Political Commissar Liu said in unison: "Don't dance!!!!"

hurt the eyes.

Jumping and jumping is like a toad rolling on a lotus leaf, and it keeps making faces.

Li Qinghua still has no embarrassment to ask Xiao Qin how she taught.