Fang Chenyu clenched Fang Zhengyi's collar with his little fist, revealing half of his head. He was still curiously looking at the beggar who was still singing Alvin and the Chipmunks at the entrance of the restaurant, and suddenly said, "Dad, can you sing?"
Fang Zhengyi smiled slightly: "There is nothing in this world that your father doesn't know!"
"My dad is the best!" Fang Chenyu shouted excitedly.
Mr. Fang's mouth was stretched to the back of his ears, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.
This is much more comfortable than showing off outside, and he’s your own son.
My son is so sensible. I must study this education plan carefully when I get home.
After all, we will have children in the future, so it would be best to have a kindergarten and elementary school to provide them with a complete education.
Brother Biao's children also need to be educated. If Zhang Biao takes care of them personally, they might go astray. It's the age of firearms. Who still practices martial arts?
"Then Dad, please sing one. I want to hear it."
"Um?"
Fang Zhengyi's thoughts were interrupted instantly, and he looked at his precious son in his arms speechlessly.
This child...won't he make things difficult for your father?
In his previous life, he only listened to Eminem’s rap. He couldn’t even remember English, so he just listened for fun.
As for domestic ones... forget it. Since I am too familiar with my mother tongue, I still feel that local rap and duo opera are of higher taste.
Fang Zhengyi was about to refuse outright, but when he looked down at Fang Chenyu's expectant eyes, he hesitated.
No, I can’t lose my omnipotent image in front of my children!
There was no other way. Fang Zhengyi smiled and stretched out his hand to gesture: "Born in 1996, I dream of becoming a rap leader... Everyone's gaze is like a stimulant to me. I am Fang Zhengyi from Taoyuan County!"
"How's Dad singing?"
There were passers-by on the street who were nearby. They stopped to watch Sheniu singing, but quickly left after listening to a few words, as if they were afraid of contracting the plague.
Fang Chenyu lay in Fang Zhengyi's arms, his expression dull. His underdeveloped brain was obviously shocked, and a stream of snot slowly slid down his nose.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at Zhang Biao.
Zhang Biao pointed at the beggar and said, "Not as good as that Rua Po'er."
"......"
My music dream is shattered like this. Can’t I even rap?
Fang Zhengyi pulled the corner of his mouth and was silent for a while: "Let's go home."
.....
Wait until Fang Zhengyi returns to the princess's mansion with the child in his arms.
Li Yuanzhao had been waiting here for a long time. He came up to greet him immediately and said warmly, "Old Fang, you are finally back."
"Why have you been gone for so long? I'm so bored that I'm about to get a sore. Hey? Why do you look so listless?"
Fang Chenyu blinked his eyes, looked at Li Yuanzhao and stretched out his hands, and burst into tears: "My father is Ruapoer..."
Fang Zheng's face turned pale and blue.
What the hell was this kid thinking about on the road?
Li Yuanzhao took the child in his arms and asked in confusion, "What...what is this?"
"Your Highness, let him have fun by himself, let's talk about our own business."
Li Yuanzhao nodded, touched Fang Chenyu's head, put him on the ground and said casually: "Chenyu is getting smarter and smarter, go play by yourself."
Seeing Fang Chenyu running back into the house in small steps, Fang Zheng said, "Your Highness, don't praise children for being smart in the future. You've spoiled my son with all that praise."
Li Yuanzhao was amused: "Hey, that's interesting! I've never heard of someone being praised badly. Are you not happy when I praise Chen Yu?"
Fang Zhengyi pondered for a moment and said, "Your Highness, you may not know this, but this is my educational philosophy. Children should not be praised. If you praise them too much, even a genius will turn into a useless one."
"What do you mean?" Li Yuanzhao asked puzzled.
Fang Zheng said, "If the child is not smart or has just an average talent, and you still praise him for being smart, isn't that the same as lying to the child?"
"Over time, when he grows up and has to go to school, if he makes mistakes or gets lazy, he will subconsciously use this reason to comfort himself, thinking that he is a smart man and doesn't need to work too hard. He can solve all problems as long as he sharpens his sword before the battle."
"Over time, he comforted himself again and again in his heart that when he grew up, he would be more likely to achieve nothing. That's the truth."
Li Yuanzhao scratched his head: "You know what, it seems to make sense, but it's not good for parents to not see their son as good. I think my son is extremely smart."
"That's right, what we want is to be original. There are so many mediocre people in the world. Most parents think this way, so we should do the opposite!"
Li Yuanzhao sneered, "According to what you said, I have to tell my son that he is a fool every day so that he can become a talent in the future? This is too ridiculous!"
"I have been scolded since I was a child. You have no idea how it feels... No, no! Li Yu cannot suffer the same injustice as me."
Fang Zheng waved his hand and said, "Not at all. If he's not stupid, wouldn't it ruin the child if you call him stupid every day? How can he hold his head up high in the future?"
"Neither left nor right works, what should I do?"
"Why should we choose between left and right? We should seek truth from facts."
"If the child does well, praise him a bit, if he does not do well, criticize him a bit, if he is neither good nor bad, just say nothing, just be objective, the child is not stupid and knows what is going on. Your Highness, let me tell you, this way of raising children is very similar to the way of employing people in my mind."
"In short, train your son as a trusted employee."
"Hmm..." Li Yuanzhao pinched his chin, and the skinny appearance of the reporter appeared in his mind, "Lao Fang, you are a ruthless person."
You can tell from his expression that he has the wrong idea.
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