"I don't know if there is a calligraphy class nearby. Let's enroll the child in one. Does An An want to learn dance?" Ying Han felt that it would be okay for the child to learn some skills at this time.
As soon as Ying Han finished asking, An An shook her head and said, "Mom, I want to learn to play the piano."
"Play the piano? Why do you want to learn this?" Deng Chen asked curiously.
"I've seen our teacher play it. It's so beautiful. I want to learn it too."
"Okay, Dad will buy you a piano. What about Bai Yu? What do you want to learn?"
"Dad, I don't want to learn, can I play?"
"Can't."
Bai Yu curled his lips, he just wanted to play.
But his parents didn't want to, so Bai Yu had no choice but to choose a hobby class: "Painting, I'll learn painting."
When drawing, you can scribble whatever you want.
"Yes, while learning to paint, you should also practice your calligraphy."
An An is looking forward to her father buying her a piano.
Xiao Baiyu had a gloomy face and was unwilling.
Boys are not as easy to discipline as girls. At this time, they just want to play.
However, Ying Han is not in a hurry. Children's interests and hobbies must be fully cultivated.
They now just make blind choices and want to learn whatever they like.
Ying Han did not object. She was even thinking about letting them learn all these hobbies and see which one they liked.
There's no rush now.
After the holiday, Ying Han was busy choosing interest classes for his two children.
Deng Chen was busy cleaning up the construction site.
The weather is getting colder, and the colder it gets, the more it affects the construction schedule.
There was no suitable school nearby, so Ying Han went to Shangnian Palace, where there were many interest classes.
There is one class every week, and calligraphy class is required for two children.
What remains are An An’s piano lessons and Bai Yu’s painting lessons.
All are arranged on the same day, so pick-up and drop-off are convenient.
It was only the 1990s, and it already cost a lot of money to raise a child.
It cost me nearly a hundred yuan to sign up for several classes.
Ying Han thought the dance class was good and wanted An An to learn it.
It’s a pity that An An doesn’t like it.
"An An's father, you're here to pick up the kids again. It's raining today, and your family is working so hard. Oh, and what job do you do on the construction site?"
The mother of the child who stole An An's snacks last time, whenever Deng Chen comes to pick up the child recently, she would come up to talk to him and ask about various problems in their family.
Deng Chen was too lazy to pay attention to her and kept making excuses.
Qiangqiang's mother was very curious. A man drove a car, but his wife got up early and worked in the dark every day to sell pancakes.
She only knew that Deng Chen mentioned that he was working on a construction site.
The family drove a nice car, one sold cakes and the other worked on a construction site.
I felt very disdainful and thought they were just trying to be rich.
He is a good-looking person, what a pity.
Deng Chen stood aside and glanced at her indifferently, thinking that she was too nosy and troublesome.
He didn't want to pay attention to her and turned around to hand another father a cigarette.
The father thanked him and whispered to Deng Chen, "This woman is too gossipy. You don't have to pay attention to her. Everyone in our family compound knows that she's a busybody."
Deng Chen smiled and nodded, "Thank you."
"My wife is learning foreign languages here, is yours too?"
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