Hearing Ye Fengqiao's name, Teacher Fan smiled on his face, "Jiao Qiao's mother, Ye Fengqiao performed very well in school, don't always talk about her. I think it's better to tell you some things, kids
It is right to criticize mistakes. If you perform well, you should also praise them. But you should always just talk too much, and the child's temperament is tight. I think you have too strict requirements on Ye Fengqiao.
She doesn't deal with the students in the class very well at school, and she looks a little introverted." She doesn't match the effort you said, and she doesn't know at all.
Teacher Fan saw Yang Xiang showing a disbelief, and added: "However, she is very attentive in her studies, and she learns very quickly and well. I have also rewarded her with a small prize..." Looking at Yang Xiang's face
With a shocked expression, Teacher Fan was a little confused, "She didn't tell you?"
Yang Xiang smiled dryly, "Oh, I've said it, I've said it!" But she didn't believe it. Not only did she not believe it, she also wanted to beat her to tell the truth. Just her daughter's stingy nature, she recalled that Ye Fengqiao glared at that time
My eyes were guessing that I might be holding a grudge against me, right? No wonder I always felt that my family had become much quieter recently.
"Jiao Qiao's mother! Qiao Qiao's mother!" Teacher Fan shouted twice,
Yang Xiang came to her senses, "Oh, oh--Teacher Fan!" After saying goodbye to Teacher Fan, Yang Xiang felt very uncomfortable. Thinking of her daughter's face without a smile, she felt even more uncomfortable.
Is it really because I have made too much demand? If I recognize my daughter, it is not like the old one in the world to recognize the young one! After thinking about it, Yang Xiang felt that it wasn't that she could not recognize her, and she could only compensate from other aspects
.So, she immediately bought Ye Fengqiao a pair of hairpins with small butterflies on the street, and a pair of rubber bands with bright red flowers tied up their hair for her daughter.
When Yang Xiang returned home, she pretended to be mysterious and asked Ye Fengqiao to guess what she bought for her. After waiting for a long time, Ye Fengqiao said calmly and didn't know. Looking at Ye Fengqiao's eyes, Yang Xiang held her clench
The thing in his hand was presented to Ye Fengqiao. Seeing his daughter's eyes lit up, before Yang Xiang could be happy, Ye Fengqiao returned to normal, and was so excited that she didn't even touch her.
Yang Xiang stuffed the thing into Ye Fengqiao's hand, "This is bought by my mother for you. I heard from your teacher that you performed well in school. The teacher gave you a reward. This is given to you by my mother!"
When Ye Fengqiao heard Yang Xiang's words, he looked at Yang Xiang with a shiny look of grievance.
Seeing this, Yang Xiang pinched her daughter's face, "What's wrong? Mom rewards you, don't want it yet! I don't want it to return it to me if I don't want it."
Ye Fengqiao put his hand behind him, "It's mine if you give it to me!" After that, he ran out.
Yang Xiang looked at her daughter's back as she quickly left, and let out a sigh of relief. If her daughter still had a cold face, she wouldn't be able to help... (I want to do it!) Or would she say that she shouldn't always talk about her? She thought for a long time
——Forget it, things have been overturned, I don’t want to do it anymore!
Ye Fengqiao went to school in accordance with the rules and regulations. Until the 15th day of the 10th lunar month, it was a tradition in Chu Tomb Town - the Chu Tomb Town, which was not a part of the robbery of the general order, but there was still a big show to watch.
lively.
On this day, Ye Fengqiao secretly moved the calendar and read it many times. It happened to be Sunday. It was not until this day came. He woke up early in the morning and asked Yang Xiang to tie her braids up. The pair of butterfly hairpins were slapped by her
I gave it to Ye Fengruo and tied up the two bright red flowers by myself.
Yang Xiang carefully observed the flowers on the rubber band in her hand, asking with uncertainty, "Jiaoer, is this the thorn flower I bought for you? I remember that the flower is bigger than this!"
Ye Fengqiao said, "You bought it. The flowers are too big. My hair is small and short. If the flowers are big or not, they will cut it off a little!"
Yang Xiang stared at the red flower with only a flowery butt. If it weren't for her braid, her hands were itchy and she would have to beat people to kill them.