In the box, everyone was drinking and chatting happily, and the atmosphere was very lively. Manager Cao from the client side was particularly talkative, and the scene was never dull.
Manager Cao urged Luo Jingyu to drink several times, holding the bottle of white wine and saying, "Teacher Luo, have some? This is good wine!"
Luo Jingyu smiled and shook his head. Zhan Xi spoke for him: "I'm sorry, Manager Cao, Mr. Luo really doesn't drink."
"Hey, Mr. Luo doesn't smoke or drink, which makes it difficult for us." Manager Cao could only pour wine for Du Hengzhi, "Then Mr. Du must have some more, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the boss! You are too polite, which man here doesn't drink?"
Du Hengzhi had no choice but to cover his glass with his hand and say repeatedly, "Too much, Manager Cao, I really can't drink any more."
His face was already red from drinking, and he had been to the bathroom once before, but it was unknown whether he vomited or not.
Zhan Xi looked at the embarrassing scene of designer Du being forced to drink by several clients, and felt a sense of fear in his heart. If Luo Jingyu had been drinking from the beginning, she would have been drunk even more badly by now.
This time, Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi were invited by Du Hengzhi to discuss a cooperation. They also visited the client's clothing factory and have been in this city for three days.
This was the last banquet before leaving, and Manager Cao treated them to good food and wine, but Luo Jingyu kept making excuses, saying that he couldn't drink and hadn't had a drop of alcohol in three days, and the client didn't want to force him.
In every previous meeting, Manager Cao, Du Hengzhi and the other two talked about work. Now, after three rounds of drinks, everyone had become more familiar with each other and started talking about things other than work.
Manager Cao said that he was 36 years old. In the past few days, he and Du Hengzhi and Luo Jingyu hit it off immediately, as if they had become two brothers, with Teacher Du being the older brother and Teacher Luo being the younger brother.
Du Hengzhi almost laughed out loud, pointing at Luo Jingyu and asking Manager Cao: "He is your younger brother? How old do you think he is?"
Manager Cao squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Jingyu: "Thirty? At most... early thirties! Thirty-two at most!"
This time even Zhan Xi couldn't help laughing. Luo Jingyu looked at everyone a little dazed. Everyone was talking at the same time, and it was impossible for him to read the lips of everyone one by one. Many times he didn't know what everyone was saying and needed Zhan Xi to help him translate.
Zhan Xi said to Luo Jingyu using sign language: Manager Cao said you are at most 32 years old, you tell him how old you are yourself.
Luo Jingyu: “?”
He turned to Manager Cao and made the number "three" with his right hand and "seven" with his left hand.
Manager Cao stared at him in amazement, "No way? Teacher Luo is thirty-seven? Older than me? How come he looks so young?"
Zhan Xi reported Luo Jingyu's year of birth to Manager Cao. Xiaoyu was indeed one year older than him and would be thirty-seven years old in just over two months.
Manager Cao wiped his sweat and apologized repeatedly, saying that the two teachers were actually older brothers. Teacher Luo really didn't look his age at all. He didn't look like an uncle with his round face and fat belly.
Others chimed in. Although Luo Jingyu didn't understand what they were saying, she knew that the customers were praising her. The tip of her ears reacted first and turned slightly red. Zhan Xi smiled secretly, knowing that her Xiaoyu was embarrassed again.
He is still the same as before. When it comes to his professional field, he can talk about it calmly and fluently using sign language, but he still gets shy when it comes to other things.
Not to mention how much compliments were in everyone's words, Zhan Xi held his chin and looked at Luo Jingyu. It was no wonder that Manager Cao couldn't guess his age. If this was the first time she met Xiaoyu, she probably wouldn't have guessed it correctly.
Luo Jingyu was wearing a simple white shirt, paired with a gray tie, dark gray trousers and black leather shoes. His figure had hardly changed from when he was young, still tall and thin, standing upright, sitting straight, and walking with a breeze.
Years of desk work have caused some damage to his cervical and lumbar vertebrae, but Zhan Xi would remind him to relax and exercise after work, and he also developed a habit of jogging, so he has always been healthy and in good shape.
It was very hot in the box. Luo Jingyu rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his fair and slender arms. He took a sip of tea from the cup. Zhan Xi's eyes fell on his hands. His hands were still so beautiful, but there was a faint scar on the back of his right hand, as if a crack appeared on a piece of fine porcelain, with a kind of incomplete beauty.
As for that face... Zhan Xi couldn't help but sigh that time has been very kind to Teacher Luo. He is still so handsome, with bright and clear eyes, a shy and gentle smile, and his jaw line has not become loose due to age, but is still clear and smooth. If he puts on his favorite sweater or hoodie, he looks like a big boy. Who would have guessed that his daughter has gone to school!
Manager Cao asked again: "So, Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo should have a child, right?"
Zhan Xi smiled and replied, "Yes."
"How old?"
"Seven years old." Zhan Xi glanced at Luo Jingyu and said, "First grade of elementary school."
Manager Cao was very worried: "Oh, who will take care of the child when you two are away on business for so many days?"
Zhan Xi said: "My father-in-law and mother-in-law."
Manager Cao: "Mom and Dad are on a business trip together. The child must miss you, right?"
"Of course we do." Zhan Xi patted Luo Jingyu's arm. "We miss our child too. Teacher Luo video chats with the child every day."
Manager Cao added: "Can an old person supervise a child's studies? My child won't do her homework unless her mother watches over her."
"Our child doesn't need that." Zhan Xi smiled with relief. "She is very self-conscious. She does her homework first thing when she gets home every day. It can be considered independent learning. She doesn't worry us too much. Maybe it's because she is only in the first grade and the homework is not difficult."
Luo Jingyu tilted her head to look at her, and when she saw the word "child" clearly, she thought of her precious daughter at home.
He felt guilty. When other people's parents went on business trips, only one of them would go. But he and Huanhuan had to go together every time. Without Huanhuan, he could only communicate with customers through mobile phones, which was really inconvenient. If he hired a sign language interpreter, the professional sign language vocabulary for hot stamping would not be clear to the interpreter. Only Huanhuan could cooperate with him tacitly.
So, they are really inseparable at work. A more accurate statement would be that he can't live without Huanhuan.
After the dinner, Zhan Xi helped Luo Jingyu pick up the dark grey suit jacket that was draped over the back of the chair and said softly, "Put it on. It's cold outside."
Luo Jingyu put down his shirt sleeves, and Zhan Xi helped him put on his suit and straightened his hem. Luo Jingyu also picked up her coat and helped her put it on, and buttoned it up carefully. Manager Cao looked at the two of them and said to Du Hengzhi, "Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo have a really good relationship."
"Yeah." Du Hengzhi was drunk. "I really don't like hanging out with them. I always have to eat dog food."
Manager Cao joked, "When will Du She invite us to his wedding?"
“Hahahahahaha…” Du Hengzhi laughed, “Stop it, Brother Cao! Don’t rush me into marriage like that!”
Everyone left the restaurant together. It was early November. This city was in the north of Qiantang. The temperature dropped sharply after nightfall, and the cold wind was blowing. Luo Jingyu put her arm around Zhan Xi's shoulders and watched Du Hengzhi shake hands with Manager Cao and others one by one, saying "Happy cooperation". Finally, the three of them got in the car arranged by Manager Cao and returned to the hotel where they were staying.
"I can't take it anymore. These past few days have really been... Teacher Luo, what's wrong with you? You can obviously drink! Why don't you drink? They only force me to drink every day! No, no, I have to go back to sleep, otherwise I will miss the plane tomorrow morning."
Du Hengzhi took off his glasses and walked in an S-shaped pattern. Luo Jingyu helped him into the elevator and sent him back to his room. After making sure that he was not too drunk, she and Zhan Xi returned to their room together.
It wasn't until she closed the door that Luo Jingyu finally relaxed.
Socializing always makes people nervous, especially when it is a large dinner party. He has no way of knowing what everyone is saying and can only smile politely. Fortunately, Huanhuan will always be by his side in such occasions, considerately helping him with sign language translation, so that he will not be embarrassed.
Zhan Xi helped Luo Jingyu take off his suit jacket, and then helped him take off his tie and unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt. Luo Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhan Xi smiled and asked, "Are you exhausted?"
He shook his head and hugged her waist. Zhan Xi leaned back slightly, tapped his lips with his index finger, and asked with a smile, "Who will take a shower first?"
Luo Jingyu swept away her usual silence and restraint, looking at her with some ill intentions. How could Zhan Xi not know what he meant? She shyly poked his chest with her finger, biting her lip and said, "You want to do something bad again."
Luo Jingyu's Adam's apple rolled, she pursed her lips and smiled, lowered her head and kissed her, her soft lips and tongue entangled with hers, and her hands did not forget to unbutton her coat...
The bath took a long time, and Teacher Luo was still as charming as ever. The two of them finally finished bathing together. Zhan Xi stood in front of the mirror in a bathrobe and blew her hair. Luo Jingyu wrapped a large bath towel around her waist and took the hair dryer from her hand to help her blow dry her hair.
His fingers lifted her long hair, and the back of his fingers occasionally rubbed her skin. The scent of shampoo lingered in their nostrils. Even in such a relaxed and casual moment, Zhan Xi still felt moved.
She looked at the two faces in the mirror and suddenly said in sign language: People say you look young, does that mean I look a little old
Luo Jingyu was stunned and quickly shook her head, looking so innocent.
Zhan Xi was actually joking.
In three days it will be her 34th birthday. Her skin is in very good condition now, fair and delicate, and her figure is still slim and firm, but fine lines are inevitably appearing at the corners of her eyes.
She didn't take too much care of her appearance, and had never thought about going for cosmetic surgery. She would occasionally think back to how she looked when she was 23 or 24 years old, the year when she and Xiaoyu first met. She had just graduated from college, was young, beautiful, and in her prime. When Xiaoyu looked at her, she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes.
What about now? Now it has become attachment and dependence.
They have been together for almost eleven years, working hard on their marriage, and have long become each other's closest people in the world.
Her Xiaoyu is thirty-seven years old, but in her heart he is still that young and pure boy. There is still light in his eyes, and his heart is still clear without a trace of impurities.
Their love for each other has never changed despite the passage of time. Zhan Xi accepts his aging appearance calmly because he is sure that Xiaoyu will not care about it.
There were arguments during those eleven years, but they were all trivial matters.
For example, in June, Zhan Xi wanted to cut his daughter's hair short because it was troublesome to wash her hair every day, but Luo Jingyu didn't want to, saying that his daughter would look better with braids. Zhan Xi said that there was no air conditioning in the kindergarten, and the child's neck was covered with long hair after a nap, and Luo Jingyu finally compromised when she saw her daughter's neck covered with red spots.
He personally cut his daughter's long hair into a neat short style. Yue'er burst into tears, and Luo Jingyu herself felt very uncomfortable, with a sad face.
Zhan Xi was speechless. Those who knew would understand that she was getting her hair cut, but those who didn't thought that the little girl was going to become a nun! Fortunately, a few days later, Yue'er discovered the benefits of short hair, how cool it was! Seeing the little girl accept her new hairstyle, Luo Jingyu felt better.
For example, after Yue'er finished her mid-term class, Zhan Xi asked her daughter to sleep in the children's room alone, but Yue'er refused and cried every day to sleep in the master bedroom. Seeing her daughter's refusal, Luo Jingyu was reluctant and asked if she could wait until the child went to primary school.
"No, Yue'er is too clingy to us! She's almost six years old!" Zhan Xi insisted.
So, after half a month of tug of war, Yue'er finally slept in the children's room that had been vacant for many years, but she had to have her father or mother accompany her every night before she would go to sleep.
…
Zhan Xi's hair was blown dry. Luo Jingyu put down the hair dryer, put his arms around her waist and bit her earlobe. In the quiet space, his stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound.
He couldn't hear it, but Zhan Xi heard it clearly, and laughed. He turned around, touched his belly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Luo Jingyu blinked and asked her: Did you hear it
Zhan Xi nodded, Luo Jingyu smiled helplessly and said in sign language: I didn’t eat enough and I did some exercise just now, so I’m very tired.
This was his habit. He never ate much during social events. But the last sentence was really embarrassing, and made Zhan Xi think of the scene of the two of them entangled crazily in the shower room.
She asked: Would you like a midnight snack
Luo Jingyu rolled her eyes and signed happily: There seems to be a barbecue bar on the top floor of the hotel. I saw it in the elevator. Do you want to go
Zhan Xi laughed and poked his chest again: You've wanted to go for a long time, right? Do you want to drink
Luo Jingyu's thoughts were exposed by her, so she simply shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and gently twisted the index finger and thumb of her right hand, meaning: just drink a little.
He drinks, but not on normal days. He didn't drink these days because he didn't want to get drunk. The men here are too scary to drink. Du Hengzhi gets drunk until he vomits every night. Luo Jingyu doesn't like the feeling of being drunk, which is uncomfortable and harmful to the body. He enjoys the stage of being slightly tipsy.
There is another very important reason. Drinking too much alcohol can damage the brain. People who drink alcohol are prone to hand tremors. Mr. Luo is a person who makes a living with his hands! If his hands shake, his entire career will be ruined, so he tries his best to avoid this possibility and will not drink more than a few sips of alcohol in a year.
But these days, he felt a little greedy when he saw others drinking every day.
Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi put on thick coats and went to the top floor of the hotel together, where there was indeed a semi-open-air music and barbecue bar.
The weather was too cold and there were few customers. Luo Jingyu took Zhan Xi to choose a sheltered spot. They ordered some grilled skewers and three bottles of beer. Luo Jingyu had two bottles and Zhan Xi drank one with him.
The grilled skewers came up quickly. Luo Jingyu was really hungry. After clinking the wine bottle with Zhan Xi, she picked up a skewer of grilled lamb chops and started to eat it. While eating, she gave Zhan Xi a thumbs up.
Zhan Xi was not hungry. After taking a sip of wine, his eyes fell on the female singer in the center of the stage.
The wind was strong on the top floor, but the female singer was not wearing much. She was holding the microphone and singing an R&B love song. Zhan Xi's body swayed gently with the melody. After eating a few skewers of skewers, Luo Jingyu also looked towards the stage. It was not until the female singer finished singing a song and went off the stage to rest that she asked Zhan Xi in sign language: Did it sound good
It's OK, but the voice is a little trembling, I think it's too cold. Zhan Xi finished the sign language while holding back his laughter, and also picked up a string of roasted duck gizzards and put them in his mouth.
Luo Jingyu felt better after eating. She turned her head to look at the scenery outside the building. It was 11 o'clock at night, which was past the best time to see the night view. The whole city was much darker, and only some neon signs on the top floors of the buildings were still lit.
Although it is sheltered from the wind here, Zhan Xi's long hair will still be blown up. Luo Jingyu turned his gaze back and looked at his wife who was concentrating on eating, and said in sign language: We haven't had a date together for a long time.
Zhan Xi deeply felt the same way. Ever since they had their little girl Luo Yue'er, their world of two was replaced by a world of three. Every time they went on a business trip, they were in a hurry and never thought about visiting any tourist attractions. They just wanted to go home to see their daughter as soon as possible.
Holding the skewer in her right hand, she answered in sign language: Wait a few more years, when Yue'er goes to college, we will have plenty of time to date.
Luo Jingyu: “…”
He kept shaking his head, his gestures full of sadness: I won’t be able to let you go.
Zhan Xi ate the last bite of duck gizzard, laughed so hard that he fell backwards, put down the stick and gestured: You have to be willing to give it up, even if you are reluctant. Yue'er will have a boyfriend one day.
Luo Jingyu raised her hands to cover her face, imagining that day. She didn't know what Yue'er's boyfriend would be like. If that brat dared to treat Yue'er badly, she would never let him go!
While they were chatting in sign language, a man and woman at the next table kept looking at them. Luo Jingyu had her back to them and didn't see anything, but Zhan Xi did hear some tiny noises blown by the wind.
"A deaf-mute..."
"How strange, a deaf-mute person comes to a music bar... to listen to music?"
This is a scene that Zhan Xi and Luo Jingyu encountered countless times during the eleven years they were together. Some people may not have any ill intentions, they are just purely curious.
If Luo Jingyu hadn't seen it, Zhan Xi wouldn't have taken it to heart. But there were several times when her Xiaoyu would find someone pointing fingers at them.
Most of the time he would calmly accept such impolite stares, but occasionally, he would still look lost.
Zhan Xi understood that Xiaoyu didn't want her to be criticized because of his disability.
In fact, Xiaoyu knew that she wouldn’t care, he just wanted such scenes to happen less and less.
Perhaps, when Xingxing and Yue'er's generation grow up, and society becomes more civilized, progressive, and inclusive, scenes like this will really become less and less common, right
The beer was quickly finished, and the skewers were also eaten up. Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi went back to the room hand in hand. After being blown by the wind for half an hour, Zhan Xi's hands became cold. Luo Jingyu warmed her hands in her palms and rubbed them. Zhan Xi leaned over to smell the smell on his body and said with a smile: "The shower was in vain, it smells like barbecue."
Luo Jingyu lowered her head and smelled it, her eyes puzzled. She felt that there was nothing. Zhan Xi laughed: "Why do you believe everything I say? Stupid fish!"
Luo Jingyu: “…”
Mrs. Luo had to pay the price for her words and actions. After returning to her room, she asked Mr. Luo to pack her luggage with her, but Mr. Luo was unwilling to do so. He simply picked her up and threw her onto the big bed.
Zhan Xi whispered, "Brother, get up at 5 o'clock tomorrow to catch the plane!"
The man didn't want to pay any attention to her. His slender body was already pressing on her. He held her and kissed her, a light "hmm" sound coming from his throat.
Zhan Xi struggled for a while, but was kissed by him until her body went limp. When she closed her eyes, she thought, I will never let him drink again, not even a bottle! Mr. Luo is so annoying when he drinks!
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At 5 o'clock in the morning, before daybreak, Zhan Xi was awakened by the alarm on his cell phone on the messy bed.
After sleeping for just over four hours, she opened her eyes in pain and pinched and slapped the culprit's butt to wake him up.
Luo Jingyu didn't get enough sleep, so he turned over with the quilt rolled up. Zhan Xi pounced on him and patted his cheek. He reluctantly opened one eye and glanced at her, and made a "uh uh" sound to express his dissatisfaction.
"Get up! Hurry!" Zhan Xi looked at the luggage that was half packed last night, and without urging him, he jumped up to wash up, then turned on all the lights in the room and quickly stuffed all the luggage into the trolley case.
Luo Jingyu had fought two battles last night. At this moment, she finally remembered that they had to catch a flight at around 8 o'clock, and she sat up with a start.
He went to the bathroom naked to wash his face and brush his teeth. When Zhan Xi went in to get the shower gel, shampoo and towel they brought with them, he saw him standing in front of the sink with a head of messy hair and a smooth body, shaving.
Zhan Xi: “…”
Teacher Luo, do your clients and students know that you are like this
By the time Zhan Xi had packed his suitcases, Luo Jingyu was also dressed neatly. She put some hair wax on her hair to tidy up the messy ends of her hair. She was wearing a black casual jacket, distressed jeans, and lace-up boots, looking more fashionable than she was ten years ago.
Men really do become more reserved as they get older, Zhan Xi thought secretly.
The breakfast room was not open yet. They had said in advance that they had to catch an early flight. The front desk had already packed breakfast boxes for them. After meeting Du Hengzhi in the lobby, the car arranged by Manager Cao also arrived. The three of them got in the car and rushed to the airport.
After checking in their luggage and going through security, the three of them were sitting in the waiting room at 7:30 in the morning. Zhan Xi's phone rang with a video request tone, and she smiled as she looked at the screen.
After pressing the connect button, Luo Yueer's pink little face immediately appeared on the screen, her big eyes blinking, and next to her was Luo Mingsong, who was wearing reading glasses.
The little girl had tied her hair into two pigtails and was eating breakfast with a bowl in her hand. A childish voice came over: "Mom, where's Dad?"
"Dad is next to me." Zhan Xi pulled Luo Jingyu over to look at the camera together. When she saw her daughter, Luo Jingyu smiled and said in sign language: Baby, what are you eating
I'm eating wontons, eggs, and milk. Luo Yueer answered in sign language while speaking, "Dad, you and Mom won't be late this afternoon, right?"
Luo Jingyu shook her head: No, Dad is about to board the plane and will be here on time.
Yue'er was relieved: You must not be late, your classmates are waiting.
Zhan Xi moved his phone farther away so that Luo Jingyu could use sign language more conveniently. He replied: Don't worry, Dad and Mom are ready.
Zhan Xi interrupted: "Okay, honey, eat quickly and don't be late for school."
"Oh, goodbye Mom and Dad, I'm going to school soon! I love you." After saying that, Luo Yueer hung up the phone.
Du Heng didn't know what Luo Jingyu answered, but he could hear Yue'er's question and asked Zhan Xi: "Do you have any plans this afternoon?"
Zhan Xi said, "Yes, Yueer School has a Parent-Teacher Teaching Day every Friday afternoon. My teacher Luo signed up after school started. Today, she will go to their class to teach the children how to make Thanksgiving cards."
"This job is suitable for Teacher Luo!" Du Hengzhi stroked his chin and thought, "What do you think I can teach children to do in the future? Make clothes?"
Zhan Xi laughed to death: "You can teach them how to walk on the catwalk!"
Du Hengzhi clapped his hands and laughed: "That's a good idea!"
Luo Jingyu watched them chatting, and probably understood what they meant. She pouted her lips and made a sign language, and Zhan Xi laughed out loud. Du Hengzhi asked in confusion, "What did Teacher Luo say?"
Zhan Xi really couldn't bear to hit him: "Teacher Luo said, Du She, you don't even know where your wife is."
Du Hengzhi: “…”
I am really pissed off! Isn’t it nice to be a happy golden bachelor
The plane landed at Qiantang Airport on time at around 10 o'clock. Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi said goodbye to Du Hengzhi in the parking lot and drove their own cars back to Qingque Jiayuan.
The two of them had a simple lunch. After Luo Jingyu changed her clothes, she took the materials she had prepared long ago and walked to Qingquemen Primary School with Zhan Xi.
Luo Yueer is a glorious first-grade student who has been in school for just over two months.
Two and a half years ago, Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi had already obtained the key to their second house, a new townhouse in the suburbs. It was not far from Qingquemen and could be reached in just over ten minutes by car if there was no traffic jam.
The townhouse has three floors above ground and one floor underground, with a small courtyard. Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo put a lot of thought into the decoration, and the small courtyard is really full of Mr. Luo's favorite flowers and plants. However, they don't live there every day because Luo Yue'er is still studying at Qingquemen.
The family of three would live in the townhouse for a while during the winter and summer vacations and long holidays, just like on vacation, and they would bring gifts when they went there.
Gift is 11 years old now, a healthy old cat, and the whole family loves it very much, but everyone is mentally prepared. Gift is a little different than it was a few years ago, and one day, it will leave them.
Speaking of which, the reason why Luo Jingyu signed up for the Parent-Teacher Education Day was not because he wanted to stand out, but because Teacher Luo was already famous when Luo Yueer was in Qingquemen Kindergarten.
After children go to kindergarten, they will have handicraft homework every now and then. Other parents have a headache. Some even go to Taobao to buy ready-made handicrafts to get the job done. Only Luo Jingyu has no such worry at all.
Every time the kindergarten teacher posted handicraft homework in the Q group, he would carefully read the requirements and then force his daughter to do it together.
Luo Jingyu never took on too much for his daughter. As for the homework, it was not even a small matter for him. Whether it was painting, making clay, lanterns, clocks, masks... he would discuss it with Yue'er, and after knowing what his daughter wanted to do, he would teach her how to do it.
It’s about teaching, not helping.
It's amazing. Luo Yue'er seems to have inherited her father's deft hands. She can draw and cut at a young age, and is very patient when making things. Zhan Xi never has to worry about Yue'er's homework in kindergarten. With the cooperation of father and daughter, Luo Yue'er is praised by the teacher every time she submits homework.
Because it was obviously the child's handicraft, not done with the help of the parents, but it was done very well.
The teacher had communicated with Zhan Xi privately and learned that Yue'er's father was Luo Jingyu, a well-known embossing master in China. She was surprised and asked Zhan Xi if she could invite Teacher Luo to the kindergarten to give hands-on classes to the children. Luo Jingyu agreed.
The first class was very simple. He taught the children how to fold paper. It was the first time for Luo Jingyu to teach more than 30 three or four-year-old children. Even with Zhan Xi's help in explaining, she was still in a mess.
The children also found out that he couldn't speak. They were more curious than in class and made a lot of noise. Luo Yue'er told the children that his father was deaf, so he couldn't speak, but he had the most amazing hands in the world!
Later, Luo Jingyu would go to Yue'er's class for one or two classes every semester to teach the children to do various handicrafts. When they were in the senior class, the children's hands-on ability was much stronger, and Luo Jingyu taught more attentively. The children liked him very much, and even the boys who couldn't sit still seemed to have developed an interest in handicrafts.
Qingquemen Primary School and Qingquemen Kindergarten belong to the same education group. After Luo Yueer entered primary school, his homeroom teacher, Teacher Song, heard about Luo Jingyu's abilities, so as soon as the Family Tutor Day activities began, Teacher Song took the initiative to contact Luo Jingyu, hoping that he would actively participate.
Zhan Xi laughed non-stop and joked to Luo Jingyu: "Teacher Luo, you usually go to companies to teach people, charging thousands or even tens of thousands for each class, but you don't get a dime for teaching these little idiots. You're losing a lot!"
Luo Jingyu shook his head and said in sign language: There is nothing I can do, after all I am Luo Yueer’s father.
They waited at the classroom door, and after a while, Teacher Song invited them in.
As soon as Zhan Xi walked into the classroom, he heard a burst of noise. After all, the children were only in the first grade, and there were more than 40 people, so discipline could not be guaranteed.
She saw her daughter sitting upright in the third row of the second group, looking at the podium with her eyes wide open and an excited expression.
Zhan Xi thought, is this little guy also vain? Does he rely on his father to gain face
She looked at her husband beside her again. Luo Jingyu changed into a beige thick wool cardigan, saying that wearing this would make her look gentler and would not scare the children.
He is really gentle and soft all over. Zhan Xi wants to rub his hair just by looking at him.
Teacher Song clapped her hands to signal the children to be quiet, and gave the opening remarks for this parent teaching class: "Students, please be quiet. Today, we have invited Luo Yueer's parents to give you a handicraft class and teach you how to make Thanksgiving cards. Please applaud and welcome them!"
The children clapped their hands, and Luo Yueer clapped particularly vigorously. After the applause stopped, Teacher Song said, "Now let's ask Luo Yueer's mother to introduce the content of this class to everyone."
She stepped aside, and Zhan Xi smiled at the children in the classroom, turned on the microphone on her ear, and spoke in a crisp and bright voice: "Hello, classmates. I am Luo Yueer's mother. My last name is Zhan. You can call me Aunt Zhan, Yueer's mother, or Teacher Zhan. The one next to me is Luo Yueer's father, and you can call him Teacher Luo."
She paused and Luo Jingyu nodded to the children.
Zhan Xi continued, "Today's class is taught by Teacher Luo. However, unlike the usual classes, Teacher Luo will teach you how to make greeting cards, and I will explain all the steps in between. If you have any questions, please ask me."
The children had never encountered such a teaching method before, and none of them understood it. Some of them even started chattering about it.
Zhan Xi quickly gave them the answer: "You all find it strange, right? Why doesn't Teacher Luo teach the class himself? Let me tell you, actually, it's because Teacher Luo is deaf. He can't hear anything you say or laugh. In addition to being deaf, he can't speak. The students are going to ask, how does Teacher Luo usually communicate with me and Luo Yueer?"
A little boy sitting in the second row answered loudly: "It's sign language!"
"Hao Zheng got it right. Hao Zheng and Yue Er are in the same class in kindergarten, so he knows." Zhan Xi recognized the child and said, "The answer is sign language. We use sign language to communicate at home."
The children were even more surprised. Except for a few children who were in the same class as Yue'er in kindergarten, no one else had ever seen a deaf-mute person. The classroom instantly became chaotic and as noisy as a vegetable market. Some children were whispering to each other, asking what sign language was.
Zhan Xi waited for a while and then asked them to be quiet. She touched Luo Jingyu's arm, which was their little secret signal during class. She said, "Okay, now let Teacher Luo say hello to everyone in sign language."
Luo Jingyu stood on the podium with a smile on her face. Yue'er looked at her father with admiration, watching him use his beautiful hands to make a series of gestures to everyone.
Luo Yueer understood everything. After his father put down his hands, he looked at his mother. His mother spoke into the microphone again: "Teacher Luo just said to everyone in sign language, good afternoon, students. Today he will teach you how to make Thanksgiving cards. Are you ready?"
A classroom of children answered loudly: "Ready!"
"Then let's get started." Zhan Xi gave half of the material package he had prepared long ago to Luo Jingyu, and the two of them distributed it to the children separately.
When Luo Jingyu arrived at Yue'er's seat, he saw his daughter was so excited that her buttocks left the seat. She said to him in sign language: Dad, you are great, keep it up!
Luo Jingyu felt very warm in his heart. His lovely daughter was seven years old and had never felt inferior in front of other children because he was deaf.
She is a bright and shining little sun, just like her mother. She always uses her little hands to gesture to him and say: Dad, I love you so much, I love you so much, come on, come on, you are the best dad in the world!