Song Yuan, who had officially resigned, now had a lot of time to spend with Rong Ting.
She was still much more relaxed than other mothers because Rong Ting was very sensible. In addition, her parents had hired a trustworthy auntie for her. Now, she didn't have to cook three meals a day or clean the house, so her time was free. When Rong Ting was practicing his writing and reading, she wouldn't disturb him. After all, she wasn't a teacher and couldn't guide him. This was her free time. She could surf the Internet, watch dramas, and watch variety shows.
Of course, Song Yuan wasn't preparing to be a full-time mother. Even if she went to Beijing and waited for Rong Ting to get used to it, she would still have to report to her father's company.
This made Chen Linjing very unhappy. She hoped that her daughter would inherit her clothing company, but she had no choice. Her career hadn't developed to Beijing yet.
As time passed, Song Yuan was influenced by the mothers in the owners' group. She also felt that Rong Ting should learn something other than his studies. Otherwise, wouldn't Rong Ting lose at the starting line now that many babies started to attend morning classes when they were a few months old?
Therefore, Song Yuan made many appointments for Rong Ting to experience classes. She wanted to see what Rong Ting was more suitable for him to learn.
When she was young, she thought that she would be a very open-minded mother who would play games with her children. When she really had a child, she changed.
She was no different from other mothers. When she saw mothers showing off awards and trophies in the owners' group, she actually began to feel anxious!
The sky was clear, and there was no ice on the roadside. Song Yuan drove Rong Ting to experience classes. The center she found was considered very popular in the city. Yesterday, she took Rong Ting to experience the balancing class. When Rong Ting saw that the room was filled with two- or three-year-old babies, he was angry, so he changed the class to ice skating at the last minute. He was only a little interested in this. After falling down, his ears were red. He told Song Yuan that he was the crown prince and didn't need to learn ice skating.
Song Yuan just pretended not to hear.
The child hadn't realized that he couldn't go back to ancient times. Song Yuan didn't want to agitate him, so she didn't point it out.
The child's idea was to boil the frog in warm water. He wanted to cultivate the mother and son relationship so that she would follow him back to the palace willingly.
Although he didn't say it, Song Yuan knew. Thinking of what he said before, she sneered. Heh, men! Hun hun hun hun hun n.
Today, she brought Rong Ting to the piano experience class. After the class, she had to go to another school for a physical fitness class. The schedule was still a little tight.
On the way here, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, Song Yuan decided to seduce him and coax him. "Gugu, actually, I regret it very much now. When I was young, my mother asked me to learn the piano. Later, in order to cultivate my interest, my father bought me a piano, but I couldn't persevere and stopped learning. These days, you still have to have some special skills. In the past, when our school held a cultural performance to welcome new students, students would go on stage to play the piano alone or play the violin. My university classmates would play the piano and occasionally go to the shopping mall or the coffee shop to take jobs. They made a lot of money."
"Of course, I'm not saying that I want you to learn these so that you can earn money in the future. You ancient people should have such a saying, 'It's never a burden to have more skills.'"
"And Gugu, when I think of you going on stage to play the piano or the violin in the future, I'm very excited! Maybe I'll fall into the DSLR pit in order to take photos of you. "
Rong Ting finally reacted. Although he was almost six years old, Song Yuan still bought him a safety seat for his safety. He sat on the safety seat, raised his head, and said unhappily, "Go on stage to play? I don't want to! "
Look at how disgusted he was with this matter. He even referred to himself as "I".
"You can't say that. Nowadays, a lot of children learn their specialties to perform. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? " Song Yuan added, "And those children's parents are very proud of it. I want to be proud too."
"I refuse, I'm not going!" Rong Ting was very disgusted.
"Alright, let's not talk about going on stage to play. You can just go and try. Maybe you'll like it? I'm not such an unreasonable person. If you don't like it, I won't force you. "Song Yuan thought for a while." I've already paid for it. Just treat it as playing, okay? "
In reality, she did not have the heart to force him. If he was unwilling, she would not force him.
Rong Ting nodded reluctantly. "Alright."
It was not that he was disgusted with learning things. He was at the age where he was curious about everything. It was just that everything in the modern world clashed strongly with the education he received. Fortunately, his mother understood him and was trying her best to find a balance.
When they arrived at the learning center, there were other children who came for the experience class. This was also one of Song Yuan's selfishness. She hoped that Rong Ting could interact more with children his age. After all, the people around him were all adults. Although adults were also his age, they could not really understand the world of children. She hoped that Rong Ting could make friends.
The side of the classroom facing the corridor was a floor-to-ceiling window. This window was very interesting. People outside could see what was going on inside. It was probably to make it convenient for parents to observe the progress of their children's studies. However, the people inside could not see the outside. It was probably because they were afraid that the children would be distracted by the people outside. The soundproofing was also very good.
A little girl and a little boy were in class with Rong Ting. The three children were about the same age, so they should have a common language.
When the teacher was teaching the little girl to try out the piano, the little boy secretly chatted with Rong Ting. "What do you learn every day now?"
Rong Ting was much more down-to-earth than when he had just transmigrated. In the past, he was indifferent to children's attempts to talk to him. Now, he could answer some questions. "I went to learn how to skate yesterday."
"Sigh, I'm so annoyed. My parents are simply devils!" The little boy complained in a low voice. "I want to learn English, I want to learn Taekwondo, and now they are preparing to sign me up for piano lessons. Yesterday, they even wanted to talk about letting me learn how to draw. They simply don't treat me as a human being!"
Rong Ting was made the Crown Prince from birth. The royal family's requirements were even stricter. Therefore, he would not sympathize with the little boy's experience.
"Oh, is that so?" Rong Ting thought of his mother's words about being polite and not being indifferent to others. He originally wanted to ignore this child, but he could only say this.
"Yes! You're probably the same as me. Parents nowadays are crazy, crazy! "
Rong Ting replied with an "oh" again, which was considered a response.
He did not feel that children nowadays were very pitiful. With this little bit of strength, it was nothing.
"What have you learned?" The little boy asked Rong Ting again.
Rong Ting thought for a moment, then replied, "Drawing, calligraphy, horseback riding, shooting, composing poems … …"
He then said some things that the little boy did not understand. In short, they were all skills that sounded very difficult and very high.
The little boy was dumbfounded. He clenched his little paws and whispered, "You're so pitiful. I suddenly feel that my parents are very good to me."
Song Yuan stood outside and watched Rong Ting and the little boy happily chatting. She also smiled.
Yes, that's how it should be! Gugu, make more friends. I hope you can have a happy childhood!
Growing up was inseparable from friends. Song Yuan even thought about whether she should exchange contact information with the little boy's mother later. In the future, they could gather together and walk the child together. This way, Rong Ting's life would become much more colorful!
Just as Song Yuan was imagining Rong Ting making many friends in the future, a gentle male voice was heard. "Miss Song, what a coincidence."
Song Yuan heard and turned her head. When she saw Yung Heng, she was very surprised. "Mr. Xie, why are you here?"
Yung Heng smiled. "I have a friend who works here. I had an appointment with him for dinner today. He's still in a meeting, so I just walked around. When I saw you just now, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Why are you here?"
He followed her line of sight and looked into the classroom. He smiled knowingly. "Are you here to accompany your son to class? Which one is your son? "
"Yes." Song Yuan pointed at Rong Ting, who was standing not far from the piano. "The one with the hat."
Rong Ting refused to cut his hair. He was wearing modern clothes now, so it would not be good to have an ancient hairstyle. When he went out, he would wear a hat.
Yung Heng laughed. "He's already so big. He looks like you."
"Is that so? That's what people say. Perhaps there's some truth in the saying that sons look like their mothers and daughters look like their fathers. "
"Is he having a piano lesson?"
Song Yuan nodded. "Yes, he's actually very good. He can learn anything with just a little guidance. I don't know what he likes to learn, so I brought him here to experience a few lessons. When the time comes, we'll see what he likes to learn."
"He's indeed different from other children." Yung Heng carefully sized him up and made such an evaluation.
Song Yuan was naturally interested in other people's comments about her child. She asked, "How is he different?"
"Look, he's also standing, but his back is straight and he doesn't look around. This is very good." Yung Heng paused. "Although I haven't interacted with your son before, I can feel that he's been taught very well. He's a very good child."
"Yes." Song Yuan was very happy to hear him say that. Perhaps this was how it was to be a mother. When others praised her child, she was a hundred times happier than when others praised her own child. "But it's not because of me. It's because of his father. His father is really very good, but I think he's too obedient. Sometimes, I hope that he can be like an ordinary child. It doesn't matter if he's a little noisy."
Yung Heng smiled. "He should be much happier now that he's with you. Children are more willing to be with their mothers. They have nothing to say to their fathers. "
"Probably. It's because his father taught him very well. Now that he's with me, I want to do better. At least, I can't hold him back." This was also the reason why Song Yuan was so anxious. Rong Ting was too outstanding. If he was with her and became an ordinary person in the end, she would feel guilty.
"How can that be?" Yung Heng looked at Rong Ting, who was standing upright in the room. His gaze was deep. "Some people are destined to be extraordinary."
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