"I have an elephant. Would you like to see it?" Da Zhuang said, then moved to the position opposite him, playing two roles at the same time.
He pinched his throat and said in surprise, "Really? You actually still have an elephant. Where is it?"
"Come on, let's go to the bed. I'll show you. It's not only beautiful, but also delicious!" Da Zhuang spoke in a male voice again.
"Ah, you, you are so bad!" Da Zhuang said shyly.
"Where's the broken one? Here or there? Look, it's still moving!" Da Zhuang said in a male voice. "Let me see yours too..."
"Wait, wait!" Song Jinxiu quickly stopped him, fearing that he would say something inappropriate for children.
"Teacher Song, what's going on? We heard this while squatting in the corner when Da Wu got married. Isn't that festive enough?"
Da Zhuang asked doubtfully. "Is it bad to lie? Da Zhuang obviously didn't raise an elephant. He's lying."
"It's wrong for you to squat in the corner. Don't do it again next time. Also, you can't talk about this outside anymore, okay?" Song Jinxiu said to Dazhuang.
"Ah! I didn't say anything nonsense. Also, everyone has known about this for a long time! Did you know?" Da Zhuang asked the others.
"I know." The other four nodded.
Song Jinxiu felt like she was about to have a headache.
"How about this, everyone use your imagination and each person come up with an interesting fragment. Then we can connect them together later and see if we can form a story."
Song Jinxiu said to them, "Go to the classroom and let everyone think about it together. You can write down anything you find interesting."
This is called collecting materials, you know? Go back to the classroom! You guys will be responsible for recording. " Several people whispered to each other and walked out of the classroom.
I touched my hair, luckily I'm not bald. This generation of kids is a bit difficult to raise!
That night, Song Jinxiu lay in bed feeling a little uneasy. Never mind, it was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.
I fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes!
Tonight I dreamed of fragments of life, some of which were disjointed.
Sometimes she looks like a little girl, and sometimes she looks like a grown-up.
But Song Jinxiu was sure that they would live in the village in the end. The woman was Aunt Yang, but Song Jinxiu could not see the man's appearance clearly.
What is certain is that he is her original father.
Then, it must be him who rescued Song Jinxiu from the middle-aged man.
Are those people human traffickers? The middle-aged man bought people from human traffickers.
So the first couple are Song Jinxiu’s biological parents?
Why did Song Jinxiu become silent? At the beginning, the family of three was smiling so brightly!
Song Jinxiu was a little troubled. How come her original life story turned into a spy war movie?
This dream was very warm. The original owner's father was talking to the original owner in a soft voice, although the original owner did not respond most of the time.
Whenever he has time, he would take Aunt Yang with him, and the three of them would go out for a walk and have a look together.
When she woke up the next day, Song Jinxiu found herself crying.
"You lousy thing, why don't you give me some clues!" Song Jinxiu started cursing.
I don’t have any back pain today, but when I woke up I saw that my eyes were a little swollen, which really affects my image.
And I still can't remember any of my dreams.
At school today, Dazhuang sorted out everyone's ideas.
There are many interesting things that everyone finds interesting, such as going on a picnic, eating meat and eggs, playing games together, etc., and taking classes in the classroom is also one of them.
"Okay, now that we have the materials, it's up to everyone to use their brains and put them together to form an interesting story."
Song Jinxiu took a look at these nonsensical materials and pushed the task back to them.
"Do you still want us to think about it?" Da Zhuang said in disbelief.
"What else?" Song Jinxiu asked.
"But we are just kids, how can we make up stories?" said Dazhuang.
"Don't jump to conclusions about yourself." Song Jinxiu stretched out an index finger and shook it at Dazhuang.
"When facing any challenge, you must tell yourself that you can do it. Then try. It's normal to fail.
How can you succeed in a challenge in one go? Don't you agree? If you fail, find the reason, solve it, and then overcome it."
Song Jinxiu said to the children in the class.
"What if it fails in the end?" someone asked.
“Life is full of choices. You have to be willing to give up in order to gain.
If you try your best and still fail, don't be discouraged. No one is omnipotent, and it's normal to have things that you are not good at.
As long as you have tried your best and have a clear conscience, that's all. This failure may lead to the next victory!
A blessing in disguise!" Song Jinxiu fed them chicken soup earnestly.
"Of course, if someone asks you to play hopscotch, jump into the river, or beat yourself up, or harm yourself or others, regardless of the body or property.
This isn't a challenge, this is stupid. Hopscotch hurts, and when you get hurt, it hurts! This is called physical damage."
As soon as Song Jinxiu finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter and called each other fools. After all, they had done things like jumping into the river during competitions many times!
“If someone makes such an unreasonable request to you, then you should let them do it, if they really do it and are safe and sound.
Just say, "Great, let's do it again!" Remember, appropriate weakness and surrender are not signs of cowardice, but the beginning of learning to think.
Song Jinxiu pointed to her head. "Not everything is worth doing. So, use your little brains and start thinking of stories!"
This is your task for the next two days. You can discuss it in groups. I hope you can give me a complete story in two days!
Song Jinxiu cheered them on, "Come on, Teacher Song is looking forward to your wonderful stories!"
Dahua’s new house has been renovated and all the furniture is ready.
The date for the fortune-telling was set for seven days later. Song Jinxiu was a little excited, wondering what weddings in the 1950s were like.
By the way, I still don’t know how I should give the gift. I’ll have to go chat with my aunt later.
Song Jinxiu's dream seemed to stop with the cessation of her period.
However, some memories still remained in her mind, and she always felt that a certain scene was very familiar.
Time passed quietly and soon two days were up. The children lived up to everyone's expectations and actually came up with a complete story.
There were some parts that were not very coherent, so Song Jinxiu helped them make some minor changes.
These were all the children's own imaginations, and Song Jinxiu did not make any changes. She just asked them to determine the cast according to the story, and then the performance could begin!
Song Jinxiu simply let them do whatever they wanted and let them handle it all on their own, and she only provided a little extra help.
This year the children may be able to give everyone a surprise!
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