The control group was torn apart by hand, and the four-year-old milk bag led the parents to countera

Teacher Tiantian, the teacher in charge, couldn't help but patted her little head:
"Well, good morning, Jiang Youyou!
Okay, let's go back to the classroom, the teacher will be there in a while. "

Youyou looked up at the newly posted poster on the bulletin board, and asked curiously:

"Teacher, what are you doing here?"

A baby-faced teacher next to him pressed the poster on the screen with his hands, and said with a smile:

"Well, a notice has been issued from above that our kindergarten in Haicheng will hold a winter art festival. Children can participate in whatever talents they have. You can sign up alone or with your parents. The top three will get bonuses, and Can I be on TV?"

Mi Le trotted over with a schoolbag on his back, and immediately raised his little hand enthusiastically when he heard this: "Teacher, I, I, I, I have studied ballet, and I want to sign up."

"Okay, sign your name after class..."

Seeing the teacher's promise, Mi Le took Youyou's hand and ran to the classroom with a smile:

"Youyou, why don't you show your talents too! Can you sing, dance, or recite poems..."

Youyou shook her head: "I don't want to participate."

She can sing and dance naturally, not only can, but also the kind that excels in blue, but she feels that if she participates, it seems a bit bullying.

Anyway, their family is not short of money now, and she is not interested in being on TV.

After finishing a class soon, Youyou lay lazily on the desk, thinking about what to have for lunch today in his little head.

Although she can master the content of the class after reading it once, she will also listen carefully to each class.

My mother said that people's so-called geniuses are just more talented than ordinary people in one or more fields, and they are not nobler than others.

Just like the rich people in the city dislike some rural people who have never even taken the subway, but he has never felt the crisp sound of birds singing all over the village, and the mountain spring water that never has disinfectants.

The so-called world is only one side of the world.

In the same way, teachers and classmates may not be as smart as her in some aspects, but some have advantages that she cannot match.

Facts have proved that what my mother said seems to be right!When Teacher Tiantian was teaching ancient poetry, she would tell interesting stories and tell them why the people in the stories did what they did. Although Zhou Yuhan, who was sitting in the back row of her, didn't like to talk, she was very good at organizing things...

Just as the little guy was lamenting how beautiful life is, there was a plop behind her, which startled her.

Turning his head, he saw that Peng Zien, who was sitting by the window on the north side, went crazy for some reason, and pushed his deskmate Wu Zhaodi to the ground.

Wu Zhaodi knocked her forehead to the corner of the table, she got up after a while, held back her tears and refilled a glass of water, blowing it cool and coaxing Peng Zien to drink it.

Mi Le curled his lips in disgust: "You have to be fed to drink water, shame on your face!"

After speaking, she saw Youyou staring at Peng Zien's side face for a long time without recovering, raised her little hand and waved in front of her eyes: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Youyou retracted her gaze, pursed her lips and shook her head: "It's nothing."

……

I thought that organizing performances was just a small matter in their kindergarten, but I didn't expect to hear Tao Ping'an talking casually when I returned to the No. [-] small building after school.Their elementary school is also doing this activity.

He drooped his eyebrows, tied two pens together to copy words,

"Hey! Don't mention it. The old class told us to put out a program no matter what. He said it was some kind of plan from the city station. The theme was to promote traditional culture,"

He clicked his tongue speechlessly: "I don't even understand vernacular Chinese, and I still expect to be a gentleman with six arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Youyou reminded him: "Brother Ping An, children are not allowed to swear."

Tao Ping'an said, "...Hey, it's not important. Anyway, each class will come up with a program, and those who rank in the top three in our school can participate in the audition. There will be semi-finals. The New Year's Eve or the Spring Festival Gala on the city TV station can be seen by everyone in the city.
You say that this kind of grand scene has half a cent to do with mediocre scumbags like me! "

Youyou just wanted to say that scumbags can have dreams, what did you suddenly realize?He asked excitedly, "Brother Ping An, tell me... if you go to the New Year's Eve Gala, everyone in Haicheng can see it! Then... can people in prison see it?"

"This... I don't understand either." Tao Ping'an scratched his head. "Why don't you search the Internet?"

Xie Jingze who didn't know what he was doing with his mobile phone on the side said:

"Yes. According to regulations, the prison organizes inmates to watch the news broadcast every day. Apart from the news broadcast, the only thing they can watch is the Spring Festival Gala.

If you perform on the Spring Festival Gala, uncle should be able to see it,"

"Really?"

Seeing that Xie Jingze nodded affirmatively, Youyou clenched her fists and made up her mind for a moment: "I want to participate in the competition."

During the seven years in Jingchao, she disliked celebrating the Spring Festival the most, because during the Spring Festival, other children were accompanied by their parents to go to the streets, so she could only sneak up to the highest point of the yard alone and look at the lights of thousands of houses in the capital. .

Finally back to modern times, she has parents, even though there are still several months before Chinese New Year, she is still looking forward to it,

Although it's a pity that my father can't spend the Spring Festival with them, if my father can see her and mother on TV, it will be considered a family reunion!
With a goal, the little guy seemed to be full of energy, thinking quickly about what she should perform.

Tao Ping'an saw that she was holding a pen in one hand and scratching her hair in the other, writing various performances messily,

Can't help but stare: "Hey, you are serious!
Do you know how many kindergartens there are in Haicheng?No matter how good your performance is!

But this kind of show!The slogan was loud at the beginning, but in the end it was basically decided by the relationship. "

He patted the little guy on the shoulder, and persuaded him earnestly: "Don't be too serious, don't be sad and cry!"

"That's right!" Her big bright eyes drooped in disappointment, and then she straightened up again: "Why don't you know if you don't try?"

"Hey! You kid is quite persistent, brother Xie, don't you think so?"

Xie Jingze raised her head and looked at Youyou: "Don't worry, there are still a few months before Chinese New Year, so you can think about it slowly."

Well, that's right!Then wait until tomorrow and ask the teacher.

Tao Pingan glanced at the contents of Xie Jingze's phone, and burst out in shock: "Damn, Brother Xie, you are in puppy love!"

When Youyou heard it, she immediately regained her spirits, stood up and rushed over: "Quick, show me!"

However, she was small, and she danced with her little hands upright for a long time, but she didn't grab the phone.

Xie Jingze laughed helplessly, and raised her hand to grab the phone and handed it to her: "You can watch it if you want?"

Youyou clicked open with great interest, and it was a WeChat chat interface:
Xinghua Weiyu: [... Where is it uncomfortable?Go to the hospital to see, girls need to know how to love and care for themselves, men are unreliable! 】

Nanyou Qiaomu: [I don't want to go.Haha, you're scolding yourself, you're quite funny when you talk! 】

Xinghua Weiyu: [No way, Madam, you are a very frank person, if I am not honest, how can I please Madam? 】

Tao Ping'an: "..." What, role-playing?

Youyou: "..." Sure enough, language is an art,