Leilei was so excited that his face turned red.
"Oh, look at these children, I guess they are so happy that they can't sleep at night." Grandma Meng smiled and said to Grandpa Meng as she looked at the excited look of the children.
Grandpa Meng picked up the teenager newspaper and looked at it with a magnifying glass. No wonder the children were excited. The articles above were written very well. Although he couldn't understand them, he couldn't recognize a few words.
When Meng Chenhao returned home in the evening, his son followed him like a little tail and kept repeating: "Young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young, young."
My son is demonic.
Only his wife has this magic to drive the children crazy.
Thinking of Miao Xinhong's words that she would let the children learn to write hand-written newspapers, Ning Yunxi prepared stationery for the children, and after looking through it, she found that the brush was gone. She had to buy it at the stationery store.
Meng Chenhao saw it and said, "I'll go buy it."
Ning Yunxi thought about it, such things must be involved in learning more about the child and left it to him.
The next day, he really went to the stationery store to buy a brush for his son.
Men are never careful when buying things like women. Although her husband lives a simple, thrifty life, he is just as rough and bold as a man when buying things.
He said he didn't know which kind of brush to buy, he bought crayons, colored pencils, gouache paint, and even chalk.
Ning Yunxi looked at the box of chalk and said to him, "You want me to attend classes at home, right?"
"No!" Meng Chenhao shouted and realized that she was teasing him, which made him even more embarrassed.
"Okay, these are enough to be painted in middle school." Ning Yunxi told his father that gouache and pigments should be used in middle school art classes.
Meng Chenhao was stunned: "Will these paints be bad when they are put into him and learn to learn?"
It is rare that he has such common sense. Ning Yunxi said: "Of course it will be bad. It will be bad in one or two years."
Leilei, regardless of the argument between his parents, curiously used his little hands to get the paint box. His little tongue stretched out from time to time and licked it, as if the boxes of beautiful paint water pipes were delicious.
Discovering his son's expression and movements, Meng Chenhao and Ning Yunxi made a quick decision to quickly remove the gouache paint.
Grandma Meng said to her eldest grandson: "Look at you, I don't know the child normally and I'm defeated."
Grandma criticized that Meng Chenhao admitted that she did not understand the child’s learning stage.
"Leilei is going to kindergarten next year. You can't understand nothing like this." Grandma Meng said in the tone of her eldest grandson's wife.
Meng Chenhao turned around and went to ask his wife for a parenting book to read it so that he would not make a big joke again.
It is said that later he returned to the army, and Cao Defeng, Miao Zhengqing and others couldn't help laughing at him, saying that he was so stupid that he wouldn't ask first and then go buy it.
Ning Yunxi probably felt sad in her husband's heart. Meng Chenhao never thought that there were so many kinds of brushes for children, and thought that his son had only one brush since childhood.
It turns out that children have to learn a lot from childhood.
Ning Yunxi thought that the reason why her husband had this cognitive bias was that the education in China was not as advanced and standardized as it is now.
When he was studying, he happened to experience social turmoil. It was already good to be able to recognize a few words and simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. There are no art classes, moral education classes, music classes. So we can't blame him.
Society is progressing, children are learning, and parents are learning. This is what Meng Chenhao has experienced.
Chapter completed!