In Chapter 2, Zhi Long Na! Yes, Ye-eun!
Ye-eun blinked twice with her big watery eyes. She felt like crying after being frightened by Kwon Ji-yong’s loud crying. She raised her hand and grabbed Kwon Ji-yong’s little hand in a daze, “Ouni…”
Quan Zhilong pulled her chubby hands away, looked down and saw that the little skirt on her body was getting more and more aggrieved, "Mom, I want to go home! I don't want to dance ballet anymore! I don't want to play with Ye Eun anymore!"
He pounced on Han Lanji and hugged her thighs tightly. When Yien pulled him, he immediately pushed her away, crying.
She pulled it again, and Quan Zhilong choked and hid behind Han Lanji.
Even though Yien was young, she could feel that her brother, who had just been teasing her in the car, hated her. She pouted, raised her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears from her eyes, then turned her head away and ignored him.
He hates me, so I don’t want to like him! She pouted her lips, put her chubby hands on her hips, breathed through her little nose, and her stomach was heaving from holding her breath.
The two babies turned their backs to each other, one looking aggrieved, the other angry. The three adults were amused.
"Zhilong, didn't you make a promise with your mom that you would go find your favorite thing?" Han Lanji squatted down and talked to her six-year-old son as if he were an adult. "If you don't have a trial class today, Zhilong might miss out on his favorite things."
Meanwhile, Li Zhen was also trying to persuade him: "Ye-eun, Ji-yong is an oppa, not an unnie. If he is not wearing a skirt, he is not a girl. Doesn't our Ye-eun also wear shorts sometimes?"
The two mothers coaxed the two children for a long time before they finally calmed down a little.
But when the two of them saw each other, they just pursed their lips and looked away. Han Lanji and Li Zhen looked at each other and smiled helplessly. The children probably still weren't angry yet.
Fortunately, their age groups happened to be in two different trial classes. While Ye-eun was holding the hand of the gentle ballet teacher and walking towards the first-level introductory class, Kwon Ji-yong was also walking in another direction.
The bones of three-year-old children are not fully developed yet, so the ballet teacher did not let them do any flexibility training. She just played music for them to feel the rhythm while learning basic standing and sitting postures.
Yien listened to the teacher's gentle voice and stretched her chubby little legs, then raised her little hands and clasped them above her head to "build a house".
When she followed the teacher in bending down to "smell her feet" and "turn into a starfish", her big watery eyes smiled so hard that they turned into crescent moons.
Even the teacher was surprised. Although the new kid occasionally lost his concentration, he actually followed the class independently for half an hour.
She touched Ye-eun's little head, "Oh my, does our Ye-eun like ballet?"
Ye-eun hugged her teacher's long arms and smiled brightly, "I like it!"
Li Zhen was also very surprised. When she took Yi Eun to Kwon Ji-yong's class to wait for him, Yi Eun waved goodbye to the teacher reluctantly.
Han Lanji was originally staring at her son, who was so shy that his ears were red because he was the only boy in the class. When she saw them coming over, she waved to the mother and daughter and whispered, "Come on, come on, Zhilong is learning very well."
Yien sat obediently between her aunt and mother, supporting her chin with her two little hands. She didn't even glance at Kwon Ji-yong, but just stared at the other girls who were about the same height as him.
"Yes, let's do a split and see which kid has the longest and straightest legs! Do it like the teacher."
Quan Zhilong did the splits easily. Although he was a boy, his body was incredibly flexible.
He raised his head proudly and looked at Ye-eun through the mirror, but found that she didn't care about him at all. He pouted and looked away angrily, "What's the big deal? You called me unnie and you still got angry, humph."
The one-hour class passed quickly. On the way home, Quan Zhilong crossed his arms across his chest, which was completely different from his performance when he came.
Yien secretly glanced at him and wanted to imitate him by hugging her chest, but after turning her short arms up and down twice, she still couldn't do it.
This made her so angry that her lower lip trembled slightly.
The way here was filled with the laughter of the two children, but on the way back they were silent.
The two mothers looked at each other helplessly. Can two children with such bad tempers really live in harmony?
When she got home, the first thing Li Zhen did was to play the sex/education and anti-abuse cartoons for children for Yi Eun to watch.
Ye-eun's face wrinkled into a ball, "Ye-eun doesn't have a penis, so Ye-eun is a girl."
"Yes! Our Ye-eun is so smart!" Li Zhen nodded encouragingly, "Jilong is different from Ye-eun. Zhilong has a little penis, so Ye-eun should call Zhilong oppa."
"No." Ye-eun shook her head stubbornly, "I didn't see it!"
Li Zhen didn't understand the meaning of her daughter's words for a moment.
Ye-eun glanced at her dazed mother and sighed like a little adult, "Ye-eun has seen daddy's penis, so daddy is a boy. But Ye-eun has never seen Ji-ryong unnie's."
When Li Zhen heard Yien mention her ex-husband, her face turned even uglier. However, he quickly adjusted himself and did not show it in front of the children who knew nothing.
"Unless Ye-eun sees Ji-ryong unnie's little dick, Ji-ryong unnie is still unnie."
The language expression is clear and the logic is clear, but children’s linear thinking patterns cannot be changed.
How can we make this child, who is still at a stage where logic is irreversible, understand that boys can also wear skirts?
Li Zhen held her forehead helplessly. She couldn't really go and ask Zhilong to show her daughter's private parts.
"But did Ye-eun make Zhilong cry today?" Li Zhen picked up her daughter, "Does mom apologize every time she makes Ye-eun cry?"
Yien stretched out her short little arms to hug Li Zhen's neck, and hooked her legs tightly around her mother's waist, hanging on her mother tightly like a little kangaroo.
She pouted and shook her head, her lips so big that a soy sauce bottle could hang on them. "I didn't do anything wrong. I won't apologize."
"Yes. Mom knows that Yi-eun feels wronged," she tilted her head and kissed her daughter's soft face, which looked like a little bun, "but isn't Zhilong also innocent?"
Yien poked her mother's shoulder twice with her chubby little chin and remained silent stubbornly. Every time her mother spoke in this tone, she knew she had to obey.
The next day, Ye-eun, holding a puppy doll, was wearing a pink princess dress with two little pigtails tied with a headband on her head. She had red lips, white teeth, and delicate facial features. When the sunlight shone on her, there seemed to be stars twinkling in her two big eyes.
"Ahhh Naomu Kiyo!!!" Kwon Da-mi didn't have any interest classes today. When she opened the door and saw a cute little girl calling her "Ouni", she immediately turned around and shouted to her mom, "Mom! Is this the Ye-eun you told me about yesterday?"
Han Lanji wiped her hands on her apron and ran out in a hurry, "Hey, it's really Yien and Azhen, why are you here suddenly?"
Ye-eun blinked her big eyes while holding the puppy doll. Her big dark eyes stared at the unnie in the white skirt in front of her. She also saw Kwon Ji-yong who was sticking his head out and wrinkling his nose to peek at her.
He was wearing pants...
Yien pouted her lips. Her mother was right. If she saw him wearing pants today, she would have to apologize.
Li Zhen led Yi Eun into the house and said with a smile, "Ye Eun made Zhi Long sad yesterday, and she said she must come and apologize today, right, Yi Eun?"
Not realizing the subtlety behind the adult's words, Ye-eun sighed and nodded, "Yes."
Quan Damei liked this fair and tender little sister at first sight. She thought she was so cute when she saw her sighing. She waved her hand to comfort her: "Bye, he kept saying that Ye-eun was cute yesterday. How can you be sad?"
"Ah!" Quan Zhilong's face turned red and the tips of his ears began to feel hot. He awkwardly nudged Nuna's waist and stammered, "I... I didn't praise her! I said she's cute but her eyes are bad!"
Yien puffed up her face angrily and glared fiercely at the person who said her eyesight was bad, but she looked so cute when she made this fierce expression.
Quan Zhilong pursed his lips, avoiding her gaze, his ears burning unbelievably, "Anyway! Anyway, I didn't praise her for being cute!"
Han Lanji and Li Zhen looked at each other, feeling helpless.
Now it’s time for more than one person to apologize.
Why do these two usually well-behaved kids get into all kinds of trouble when they meet? Is it really because of the incompatibility of the auras?
Li Zhen squatted down and poked Yi Eun's cheek, and the puffy face instantly let out the air. She secretly patted her hands, "Oh, the balloon is deflated, and Yi Eun's apology gift hasn't been given out yet."
The carefully selected puppy doll is Yien’s favorite toy. She usually protects the cute but ugly Shar-Pei doll carefully and is reluctant to take it out.
She looked at the little Shar-Pei doll dejectedly and said, "Go, go to the home of this brother who likes to wear skirts."
"Mianye." Ye-eun still couldn't convince herself to call him brother, so she simply didn't call him anything. She reached out with the stuffed doll and poked Quan Zhilong's arm, "This is for you..."
Quan Zhilong wanted to reach out his hand in surprise, but retracted it the next second. He carefully glanced at his mother with his bright and clear drooping eyes, and only after seeing her smile and nod did he grab the doll in Ye-en's hand.
“Okay, alright.” He held onto the wrinkled Shar-Pei doll with both hands, and accepted Ye-eun’s apology awkwardly and proudly, “Don’t call me unnie anymore!”
The two names "Ouni" and "Oppa" in Ye-en's mind started fighting like little devils, punching each other in an attempt to gain the upper hand.
Finally, not knowing what to do, Ye-eun irritably hit his head with her fist and called him in a baby voice, imitating the way adults call him, "Ne! Zhilongna!"
Kwon Ji-yong's little head is full of doubts. He has not yet been fully immersed in the Korean concept of hierarchy, so he always feels that something is wrong but can't put it into words. But it's good that Ye-eun doesn't call him "Ouni"!
His eyes curved into a small crescent, and his chubby little face was curled up because of laughing, but Quan Zhilong quickly adjusted his expression. She turned around and glanced at little Ye-eun proudly, imitating her tone: "Yes! Ye-eun!"
The two mothers held their foreheads together and said, "Okay, this is fine."
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