Chapter 1 I'm not a girl!
"Ye-eun, are you ready?" Li Zhen placed the gift for the neighbor at the entrance and called her daughter towards the bedroom, "Hurry up, or I'll go visit the neighbor by myself."
Yien had just changed into her little skirt and rushed out in her little slippers.
Her slightly curly shoulder-length hair swayed as she ran. Her chubby face was white, tender and cute. Her big watery eyes were lightly covered by thick eyelashes. When she smiled, a pair of deep dimples could be seen on her chubby face.
She was wearing a cute pink princess dress with a fluffy hem and two lace trims that went down from her waist to below her calves.
"Mom, wait for Yien." She spoke in a baby voice, afraid that her mother would leave her and go out, so she squatted down and hurriedly put on her little leather shoes on her feet.
Li Zhen leaned over and put on her little shoes lovingly. She held the hand of Li Yien, who had just turned three, and carried the little dessert out with the other hand. "Okay, Yien also put on her clothes and shoes by herself today. That's great."
Li Yien waved her little hands, tilted her head and smiled sweetly at her mother. Her proud little expression looked very cute because of her adorable looks.
The nearest household was one that Li Zhen happened to meet when she just arrived in South Korea a few days ago. The hostess was a nurse and the host was a securities investor. The couple has a son and a daughter. The daughter is seven years older than their children, and the son is three years older than Ye-en.
She bent down slightly and introduced to Li Yien, "The family we are going to today has an older sister and an older brother. Yien can make friends with the older brother and sister."
Ye-eun's big eyes blinked as she tried to understand what her mother said. When she nodded seriously, her face looked very delicate. "Ye-eun, I know!"
Even in the winding Itaewon, the distance between the two houses is only two minutes' walk.
The husband took his daughter to school, and the hospitable hostess had been waiting early, but unexpectedly she suddenly received a call from the ballet institution saying that the teacher they chose had changed her class schedule today, and asked if she could go for a trial class now.
The son in her arms had an aggrieved look on his face, pulling at his clothes and refusing to let go, "Mom, I really don't want to wear it!"
When she saw the pink tutu skirt in her mother's hand, tears welled up in her eyes, "Why should a boy like me wear this to dance?"
The six-year-old child has just established a solid understanding of her gender and cannot accept herself wearing such a tight pink tutu skirt.
However, the mother was determined, and was anxious because she was unable to handle the guests as they were about to arrive. She pulled her son into her arms and, ignoring his struggles, forcefully put his skirt on.
The only thing to do now is to change my son's clothes first and take him back to the venue as soon as the guests leave.
Han Lanji held down her struggling son with her big hands, panting to coax him: "Zhilong, don't you want to sing and dance? Ballet is also a dance. You saw it the other day. It's so graceful."
Quan Zhilong's abdomen was pressed on his mother's legs, his limbs were swinging wildly, and he was crying but trying hard to control his tears. After all, he was the one who promised to dance ballet!
"But I didn't say I wanted to wear this skirt!" No matter how precocious he was, he felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it. My mother actually bought the skirt secretly. What a hateful mother.
The six-year-old Quan Zhilong thought to himself: As a man who truly loves art, he is certainly willing to try various arts, but it is unnecessary to wear this kind of clothes!
However, his mother's claws had already zipped up his tutu skirt. Han Lanji picked up Quan Zhilong and looked at him carefully. "Wow, whose child is so kiyo! What a handsome boy!"
In fact, against the backdrop of pink, Quan Zhilong, who has been having fun for the past two months, looks a little darker. However, under the filter of maternal love, these small flaws are nothing.
Quan Zhilong's eyes were filled with tears. He pinched the hem of his skirt awkwardly, choking with sobs and a bit of tsundere. He asked in a milky voice, "Really? Really Kiyo? Is he handsome too?"
Han Lanji nodded seriously and raised her hands to give a thumbs up, "Totally cute!"
She led Quan Zhilong, who was cocky and wanted to look in the mirror because of a sentence, out of the room, "Remember yesterday my mom told you that an auntie was coming today? Our Zhilong can ask the auntie later if our Zhilong is super cute."
In Li Zhen's eyes, such a little girl with chubby cheeks wearing a cute tutu skirt must belong to Kiyo. However, in the eyes of Ye-eun, whose gender recognition can only be determined by long or short hair and whether someone wears pants or skirts, this person who is both a brother and a sister is really strange!
Her little fleshy hands tightly grasped the hem of her mother's skirt, and she leaned over to look at Quan Zhilong cautiously. Li Zhen touched her daughter's head and apologized to Han Lanji embarrassedly: "Lanji xi Miane, my daughter might be a little shy after seeing Zhilong."
Han Lanji took the dessert from Li Zhen with both hands and waved her hands generously: "Our boy is the same, he can't say a word when he meets a cute sister."
Quan Zhilong's face turned red with shyness. The cute little girl in front of him kept staring at him, and her fixed gaze made him feel shy and embarrassed.
The two mothers ignored their children who were staring at each other, holding hands and chatting more and more happily, "Oh my god, so you are not Korean, but Chinese Korean?"
Li Zhen nodded, handed Quan Zhilong a piece of mung bean cake, and smiled gently, "Yes, I opened a Chinese dessert shop in Itaewon, and it will open in a few days. In the future, our Zhilong can just come over if he wants to eat anything."
Han Lanji waved her hands in panic: "That won't work. Even if we are neighbors, we can't take advantage of you like this."
Quan Zhilong glanced at this gentle aunt, then looked at his little sister who had been silent. After thinking for a while, he tilted his head and handed the mung bean cake to her, "Ye'en, you eat it."
The strange person who she didn't know whether to call sister or brother handed her a piece of mung bean cake. Yien shrank behind her mother in fear. Her mother said that you can't eat food from strangers, let alone such a strange person!
Her little head was filled with fear, but her mother's presence made her braver. Yien didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she turned to look at her mother and said in a baby voice, "Mom, can we go home now?"
The Chinese mixed with Korean made the other two mothers and children tilt their heads in confusion. Ye-eun, whose language system was still confused, pouted in fear, "I want to go home."
Quan Zhilong still stretched out his hand. He thought Yien didn't understand what he said, so he turned to look at his mother for help, "Yeen, can't you understand what we are saying?"
Li Zhen awkwardly hugged her daughter who was asking for a hug, and whispered in her ear in Chinese, "Didn't mom say earlier that there is a sister and a brother in my family? The brother said that Yi En is very cute and wants to treat Yi En to mung bean cake. What do you want to say?"
Yi Eun hugged her mother's neck and turned to look at Kwon Ji-yong. Although her mother said he was the older brother, Yien looked at the pink dress he was wearing and stubbornly believed that he was the older sister. She bravely took the mung bean cake from Quan Zhilong, her eyes twinkling: "Thank you, sister."
After receiving the mung bean cake, Quan Zhilong jumped up happily and pulled the corner of his mother's clothes and acted coquettishly: "Mom, Ye Eun is so kiyo! Can I go to play with Ye Eun more often in the future?"
Quan Zhilong, who had already filmed two small commercials last year, actually didn't have many friends. Now that he saw this cute and well-behaved sister, he liked her very much. "What did Ye Eun just say?"
Li Zhen was embarrassed, but luckily her daughter's language system was still messy. She blushed and whispered to Quan Zhilong: "Ye Eun said thank you Zhilongxi."
Kwon Ji-yong smiled, and the little brackets at the corners of his mouth connected to his nose, and the deep arc looked very cute. Ye-eun, biting a mung bean cake, hugged her mother and looked at him curiously again and again.
After chatting for nearly twenty minutes, Han Lanji saw Quan Zhilong, whose belly was slightly bulging after eating a few cakes, and slapped her forehead, "Oh my god, I almost forgot again. I have to send this boy to the ballet class for a trial class. I have to go out now!"
"Ballet?" Li Zhen stood up holding her daughter. "I want to send my child to learn something, too. Can we go and watch it together?"
"Of course you can!" Mother Quan smiled happily, "It would be best if they could learn together."
Li Zhen also nodded happily, lowered her head and asked Yi Eun in a gentle voice: "Ye Eun wants to dance ballet, right? Wear this pretty little skirt like your brother."
Li Yien didn't understand why her mother always said that this sister was her brother, but she looked at the little skirt on Kwon Ji-yong and kicked her short legs twice, signaling her mother to put her down.
She carefully extended her hand towards Quan Zhilong, who curiously wanted to hold it. Unexpectedly, Ye-eun retracted her hand and pointed at the skirt on him, "Ye-eun wants to touch it."
Kwon Ji-yong looked up at Ye-eun's mother, Oh my, what is she talking about again.
“Ye-eun asked if she could touch your skirt.”
Quan Zhilong stretched out one of his short legs, and proudly and generously brought his skirt in front of Yien, "Ye'en, touch it!"
The two adults were amused by the two cute kids, one with a proud look on his face and the other with eyes full of amazement, "It seems we can learn ballet together."
By the time Han Lanjie took Li Zhen to drive the two children to the ballet school, the two children sitting in the baby chairs in the back seat were already able to hold hands and talk to each other.
"Ye-eun, why are you so kiyo! Will you be my sister?"
"Sister, the skirt is beautiful."
"How old is Ye-eun? Can she rap?"
Ye-eun, who couldn’t even speak clearly, said: “Rap?”
Kwon Ji-yong clenched his fists excitedly, and actually heard words he could understand from Ye-eun's mouth.
The excited Kwon Ji-yong talked incessantly about what rap is and even sang a short part in a grandma-like manner.
The speed of speech was so fast that Ye-eun, who was already confused in both languages, was confused.
From the rearview mirror, I saw the two mothers of the two children looking at each other, and the whole way was filled with the baby's milky voices.
When we arrived at the dance institute, the dance teacher was already waiting.
"Is Zhilong's mother here?" The ballet teacher had a slender body and straight legs that were several centimeters longer than Quan Zhilong's.
With a demure smile on her face, she looked at another child, "Hey, is this Zhilong's sister?"
Quan Zhilong nodded proudly, "Yes, my sister's name is Yien."
When Yien heard her name, she looked at him, then blinked and looked at the beautiful sister in front of her.
"Oh my, Zhilong is your oppa. Do you want to dance with Yien?" She bent down and touched Yien's head.
Ye-eun turned to look at her mother who was full of encouragement, then turned back to look at Quan Zhilong who was looking expectant, nodded, and stretched out her chubby little hands to pinch the hem of Quan Zhilong's skirt: "Yes, Ye-eun and Zhilong unnie are together."
She spoke the first complete Korean sentence since coming to Korea, and everyone was stunned.
A second later, Quan Zhilong's crying voice echoed in the empty dance studio: "I'm not a girl, I don't want to dance ballet anymore!"
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