Ye Yan nodded in agreent, "Definitely crazy, and not just a little bit!"
Before, in the army compound, wanting to get close to Xibao while being hostile to the Lu Family, repeatedly targeting Fubao—it's simply baffling what Su Jiaojiao was thinking. Now that Su Laoshuai has passed away, the residual influence is nothing compared to Lu Jiang's continual rise in status—talk about lacking insight.
Fubao touched her own smooth, pink little cheeks, "Can't help it, guess it's because I look good!"
Everyone laughed heartily at that.
"You better keep it up. I heard so people are ugly when they're young but grow up to be handso, while those who are good-looking as kids might beco quite unsightly as adults." Lu Erxiong sincerely remarked.
Fubao was so annoyed she slapped his shoulder twice, "Nothing good cos out of a dog's mouth!"
Feng Qingxue ignored their harmless jokes and went to the musical instrunt section amidst their banter. There were indeed quite a few types of instrunts, the most common being the accordion, harmonica sort.
Feng Qingxue first picked a harmonica for her youngest son; even the best harmonica was just over two bucks, so Zhuangzhuang's pocket money was more than enough.
Zhuangzhuang was delighted; he tested the tune, and a familiar revolutionary song flowed out. Feng Qingxue listened carefully—it seed to be in the correct key—and thought that her youngest son might have a musical talent too.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingxue couldn't help but chuckle.
What talent—it's usually about whether there's an opportunity to learn. Kids who have the chance to study in a particular art naturally understand their talent level, while those without opportunities have their talents buried.
Fubao clapped her hands vigorously, "Little brother plays amazingly! Mom, besides calligraphy and painting, I want to learn dancing and singing."
Dancing practices form; singing exercises the voice.
"Sure, once we reach the Capital, I'll take you to find a ntor to learn from. When your aunt returns to the country, you can consult her as well." Feng Qingxue knew quite a few veteran artists, and any willing to take Fubao under their wing could lead her to the peak.
Learning more never harms, and with not too heavy a workload now, learning more arts is certainly beneficial.
As long as the child enjoys learning, Feng Qingxue sees no reason to stop them. Whether they can persevere later is up to the child. As parents, they can only provide learning opportunities without demanding they must finish what they start.
Fubao's wish was fulfilled, and she smiled so broadly her eyes curved.
Lu Erxiong impatiently said, "Little brother got his things, my toys haven't been bought yet, let's go!"
He was only interested in playing, rushing to the toy section wanting to take everything, but Feng Qingxue disagreed, holding up two fingers, "Use your own money, at most buy two items; more than that, your sister won't pay."
Lu Erxiong was downcast, picking reluctantly.
He wanted the tank model, liked the aircraft model, the toy train was nice too, not to ntion new slingshots, toy guns—almost dazzled by choices. His eyes shifted, grabbing Dundun and Zhuangzhuang, enthusiastically saying, "Brothers, let's pool together to buy!"
Zhuangzhuang looked at him with disdain, "I'm not buying; I want to buy comic books."
" too, not buying toys, if buying at all then sothing useful." Dundun had also seen through Lu Erxiong's deep strategy of having them buy toys for him to play without spending—he was just thrilled.
The brothers weren't fooled, and Lu Erxiong groaned while picking two toys, a plane model and a tank model.
Passing the sports equipnt counter, Ye Yan and Dundun Erxiong ended up jointly buying a set of ping-pong paddles and balls, a basketball and soccer ball, deciding to involve Zhuangzhuang in sporting activities because he needed to improve his physical condition.
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