Chapter 547 The Gap is Too Big
"How could I possibly make a fuss and go home? I want to be as famous as Teacher Xiao An," Shan Ziwei said with a snort.
An Zhixia nodded in understanding. The little girl had a dream of becoming a star.
“You are still young and there is not much you can do, but as long as you can work hard to integrate into the Ding family and bring happiness to your family, this is more important than anything else.
At least you have passed on happiness to your family and many viewers in front of the TV. Everyone will remember a beautiful, lovely and warm-hearted girl named Shan Ziwei. "
"Is it that simple?" Shan Ziwei wrinkled her nose. "Well, I'll try it first."
Although she said so, her little head still felt that only money could measure the value of her contribution.
Shan Ziwei is only seven years old. Even though she started school early, she started enlightenment early and signed up for many interest classes. But she is just a proud, kind and ambitious little girl.
After waking up, washing up and eating, she helped Grandma Ding to clean the dishes and wipe the table. Then she took out her notebook and pen, leaned over the table, biting the pen tip and thinking, and occasionally writing something in the notebook.
Everyone was very curious about what the serious little girl wrote, but unfortunately the camera was a bit far away and it was not very clear.
After spending a whole morning, the little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the notebook with satisfaction, and said to Grandma Ding, who was sewing shoe soles at the side, with a sweet smile: "Grandma, I'm going to start teaching!"
Grandma Ding was stunned. "What? What do you want to open?"
While packing her things, Shan Ziwei smiled and said, “Grandma, I think Teacher Xiao An is right. In fact, I don’t have to make as much money as Sister Tuoyihan to do big things.
I can donate the money I earn, but it’s a one-time donation and can only help a few children.
However, I have been learning to dance, sing and play the piano since I was three years old. I have been learning for more than four years now. My teacher said that as long as I persist, I can join the art troupe and become the best member. Maybe I can even represent the country to participate in competitions outside.
Many children come from poor families and have no chance to study, so I want to teach everyone what I have learned.
In fact, singing and dancing require daily practice of basic skills, which is very simple. However, children do not have a teacher to guide them and miss the most critical period of childhood, which makes it much more difficult to learn later on.
Grandma Ding smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Weiwei is going to be a little teacher? That's great!"
"Grandma, can you help me talk to the others?" She stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly. "I don't want money. Anyway, everyone stays at home in the winter without working, so it's a good opportunity to gather the children together to learn dancing and singing."
Grandma Ding glanced at her, not wanting to discourage her, and said after a moment’s thought, “Okay, I’ll talk to the village chief and ask him to broadcast the news to you using the loudspeaker.
Little kids who want to learn from you don’t need to bring anything, but they need to bring some firewood to heat the kang.”
Shan Ziwei hummed and said with assurance: "Grandma, you tell the village chief this, as long as you learn the basic skills of singing and dancing well, persist every day, and then study at least to the level of a junior high school student, you will definitely be able to join the art troupe in the future!"
Grandma Ding responded, put down the work in her hands, dusted herself off, changed into thick clothes, put on a headscarf, and went out with two eggs in her hands.
Shan Ziwei called Ding's father to help tidy up the small compartment, and placed the long desk against the wall, which served as a perfect practice rack.
The small compartment was not cold because the kang inside was heated.
She changed into looser clothes and dancing shoes and began to stretch herself while humming a song. After she had done the warm-up movements and danced a few more steps, the speakers outside began to sound.
"Attention, villagers of Xuxi Village, attention, villagers of Xuxi Village, I have a happy news report now. If you have children who want to learn singing and dancing, you can go to Ding Lixiang's house to sign up. You just need to bring a small bundle of firewood to heat the kang!
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The village chief followed Grandma Ding's instructions and told her about the art troupe's recruitment requirements, repeating them three times.
Shan Ziwei was slightly excited and looked outside from time to time, thinking that there would be many children coming to sign up later. She must teach them everything she knows so that they have the opportunity to fly out of the mountain village and have a brighter future.
But when Grandma Ding came back and prepared lunch, Shan Ziwei finished her meal quickly and continued to write the training plan. However, when it got dark, not a single child came.
"Granny?" Shan Ziwei's eyes were red, and she asked in confusion: "Why? Isn't it good to go to the art troupe? Many families in the city spend a lot of money to send their children to learn singing and dancing, just to be able to join the art troupe, have a guaranteed life, and find a good partner!"
Grandma Ding touched her head, sighed and said, "Child, this is the countryside. Although there is not much work in winter, children still help their families do some things, such as twisting hemp ropes, making silk threads, sewing shoe soles, making jackets, weaving baskets, etc., or helping adults look after children.
The most important thing is that very few people can finish a junior high school diploma, and who has the perseverance and effort to practice singing and dancing since childhood? "
Shan Ziwei pursed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
I teach for free, but no one comes to learn. Isn’t the gap between reality and ideal too big?
She had never expected this cruel and devastating reality.
"But don't be anxious. Wait until tomorrow. Maybe someone will come tomorrow," Grandma Ding comforted.
Shan Ziwei nodded, lay dejectedly on the table, looking at the two full pages of paper she had written, and with her back to Grandma Ding, tears silently flowed down her face.
She was silent and patient no longer, but the sound of her little shoulders shrugging and her slight, unusual sniffling was also noticed by Grandma Ding.
Grandma Ding shook her head with amusement, thought for a moment, and went out to visit her eldest son.
When the old lady opened the door and saw that it was her mother-in-law, she was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up at the sun in the sky.
"Why, you don't welcome me in?" Old Mrs. Ding said with a long face.
"Welcome, welcome, please come in," Aunt Ding said dreamily as she welcomed the guest in.
Uncle Ding rubbed his hands together and smiled at Old Lady Ding, "Mother, you are here. Please sit down. Xiang'er will go make some brown sugar and egg water for your grandmother."
Old Mrs. Ding sat calmly on the rattan chair. "Okay, I'm not here to take advantage of you. Did you hear what the loudspeaker said just now?"
"I heard you. Why did you go to the third child to sign up for dancing and singing lessons? Once you get your junior high school diploma, you can take the exam for the art troupe. If you pass, you'll have a job in the government." Aunt Ding nodded. "Mom, it's good enough for a farm kid to finish elementary school, not to mention graduating from junior high school, let alone passing any exams."
(End of this chapter)
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