"Sister, I’m troubled," Jian Zhiqin’s face fell as if he had eaten a bitter melon, the bitterness reached his eyes.
Could it really be puppy love? Qin Xiangnuan patted Jian Zhiqin’s little head, tell your sister what happened, sigh, she couldn’t help but silently lament in her heart, children nowadays really mature so early,
Jian Zhiqin scooped another spoonful of egg into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out, still contemplating whether to speak or not.
"Sister, sister..." At that moment, little fatty ran over and hugged Qin Xiangnuan’s arm, he tried hard to lift his little face, stood on his tiptoes and reached out his chubby hand for Qin Xiangnuan to carry him, "Sister, Taotao wants to go to sleep."
Got it, Qin Xiangnuan bent down, picked up the little fatty who had grown noticeably heavier. Any more weight and she really wouldn’t be able to carry him.
She first took Taotao back to bed, covered him with the blanket, children fall asleep so quickly, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was already asleep.
Qin Xiangnuan then came out, and sat down in front of Jian Zhiqin.
Jian Zhiqin raised his face, glanced at Qin Xiangnuan, still conflicted on his face.
He fidgeted with his fingers, finally ready to speak.
"Sister, isn’t Children’s Day coming up soon?"
"It seems so," Qin Xiangnuan calculated the days, Children’s Day was indeed approaching. However, she had never celebrated Children’s Day herself. As a child in the countryside, Children’s Day meant a day off to help out in the fields, not staying home to play or watch TV.
Thus, Jian Zhiqin slumped on the table, listlessly grabbing at it.
"The school is preparing performances, other classes have already started rehearsals, there’s dancing, singing, and big choruses."
"What about you guys?" Qin Xiangnuan breathed a sigh of relief, relieved it was about the performance and not puppy love.
"We..." Jian Zhiqin scratched the table again, feeling itchy, "Sister, you don’t know who our teacher is, do you?"
"No," Qin Xiangnuan shook her head, she really didn’t know, she had never been to Jian Zhiqin’s school, nor met his teacher, and hadn’t heard him mention it.
"Our teacher..." Jian Zhiqin’s little face fell again. "He’s a man in his fifties, only knows how to sing ’East is Red’. Sister, what kind of performance do you think he can arrange? This time we need to score well, and I heard that the first place gets a reward and even goes to perform abroad. So, all the students in other classes are putting in a lot of effort, some have even stopped classes just to prepare for this performance."
"East is Red is not bad," Qin Tongnuan felt it was quite nice to hear. When she was young, she grew up singing ’East is Red’ and had deep emotions for it. Perhaps decades later, it would still sound as dear to her as her bygone days, though far removed, those memories remain vivid and clear. Of course, she could still sing with the same old charm.
With a hiss, Jian Zhiqin scratched the table a few more times.
"If we sing a big chorus again, we’ll definitely lose. Last Spring Festival we sang a big chorus of ’East is Red’, and barely, out of respect for Mr. Shen, the principal reluctantly gave us third place. But this Children’s Day isn’t about giving face; they’re looking for real talents because many city officials will be coming, and there are other schools participating too."
Therefore, this time the school authorities are taking it very seriously, thus urging all classes to be fully spirited to perform well on Children’s Day, and moreover, it’s a joint event organized by First Middle School, Third Middle School, and Bayi Primary School.