The New Year's Day performance is held collectively in the auditorium, and students and parents are now preparing in the classroom.
After all the students arrived, the teacher began to check whether the props brought by the parents were complete.
Mainly costumes and handmade flower props. Girls are required to wear a red upper body and a green skirt. Boys are required to wear a red upper body and green pants.
Parents have helped their children prepare handmade flower props, and the costumes are basically in place. After all, this is an international kindergarten. Families who can send their children to this school are not in a bad financial situation, and the costumes prepared are almost brand new.
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Some parents are very considerate and specially customize costumes for their children.
Seeing this, Li Manjun and Zhao Yong secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, they didn't give their daughter old clothes to match. Otherwise, the child would be unhappy when they saw other children wearing beautiful costumes.
"It seems that everyone is well prepared. Now, parents, let's help the children put on their makeup and change their costumes."
The teacher took out his own makeup box and worked with the foreign teachers to assist the parents. Some parents did not expect to put makeup on their children, so they did not prepare cosmetics, so they could borrow the ones provided by the teacher.
When Zhao Yong came to pick up his child, he wrote down all the details given by the teacher in his notebook, so Li Manjun also prepared his daughter's cosmetics.
Not all the parents of the children came together, some were fathers, some were mothers, and some were grandparents.
The old people can't draw, so the foreign teachers and teachers are responsible for the children.
"Mom, didn't you bring it?" Luo Tiancheng asked his mother in a low voice, who was rummaging through her bag, feeling a little worried.
Luo Fang comforted her son while searching, "Don't worry, boys don't need to put on makeup. Mom is looking for lipstick."
She usually has to go to work. On the day when the teacher assigned her performance homework, the elders of the family came to pick up the children. The elders may not have a good memory. They only remembered to prepare clothes and props and flowers, but did not remind them to bring cosmetics.
Luo Fang clearly remembered that she had a lipstick in her bag, but she didn't look at it when she didn't need it. But she needed it today and couldn't find it.
Luo Tiancheng also helped his mother look for it, but neither mother nor son could find it. When he was thinking about whether to go to the teacher to queue up for makeup, Li Manjun handed over a makeup box.
"I brought it, let's use it together."
Luo Fang nodded in surprise, "Thank you."
Li Manjun waved his hand, "You're welcome."
The rotatable makeup box, all turned open, looks like a flower. The colors on each tray are different. There are powder, lipstick, eye shadow, and sequins. It is comparable to Shiquan Dabu Pill and is the most popular trend in the contemporary era.
Single product.
I have come to love my mother’s makeup box every year. I reserved it early, and when my mother finished using the lipstick inside, I gave the box to myself.
Nian's hair has not grown long yet, and now it has just reached her ears. Li Manjun pinned two small strawberry hairpins on her, added a beauty mark, put on blush, and applied a little sparkling lipstick.
Every year I kept looking in the small mirror, pointing at my little face and asking my mother to apply some more blush.
Li Manjun asked jokingly: "Are you sure you want some more?"
Zhao Yong was advising beside him, "It looks so good, there is no need to be red anymore, otherwise it will look like a monkey's butt."
Every year I don’t listen, “Just do it!”
She pointed at Lin Fangfang next to her. Because her father was so heavy-handed, the little girl's face turned as red as a red egg. The father and daughter were trying to remedy the situation, and Lin Fangfang almost cried because of the ugliness.
But I don’t think so every year, she thinks it looks good!
"Okay." Li Manjun remembered what the parenting experts said in the book, "Respect the child's choice and aesthetics." She applied more blush to her daughter as she wished.
"Luo Tiancheng, do you think I look good?" Nian Nian poked Luo Tiancheng, holding his face in his hands and leaning closer to ask.
Luo Tiancheng turned around and frowned, "It doesn't look good."
Just as Luo Fang was about to remind her son not to be so rude, Li Manjun and his wife also raised their hearts, worried that their daughter would be hurt.
Unexpectedly, Nian Nian shook his head, put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "No, I think it looks good, and yours looks good too."
Let’s dance together.”
She extended her fleshy little hand to invite him. She was very confident in her aesthetics and didn't care at all about Luo Tiancheng's disapproval.
Luo Tiancheng was very persistent. Seeing that Nian Nian was actually deceiving himself, he said again seriously, "It looks like a monkey's butt, not good-looking."
As a result, in Nian Nian's surprised look, Luo Fang received a gentle slap on the butt, "Luo Tiancheng, you can't be so rude and apologize to Jia Ning!"
The boy was even more aggrieved. He was just telling the truth. Why was he beaten by his mother?
"I don't want it." Luo Tiancheng became angry and glanced at Nian Nian angrily, with tears brewing in his eyes.
Nian Nian was dumbfounded and looked back at her father helplessly, feeling as if she had done something wrong and caused Luo Tiancheng to be spanked by her mother.
Zhao Yong smiled helplessly at Luo Fang and signaled her to forget it. It was just a child making trouble and there was no need to take it seriously. He quickly pulled his overconfident daughter back and changed her performance clothes.
"Am I wrong, Dad?" Nian Nian whispered in his father's ear.
Zhao Yong felt a little pinched in his heart and felt a little sorry for his daughter. He showed a gentle smile and said to her with certainty:
"You are not wrong, and so is Luo Tiancheng. You two are still good friends, right?"
"Yeah!" Nian Nian nodded heavily. She and Luo Tiancheng had always been good friends.
Zhao Yong helped his daughter stand up, and Li Manjun zipped her up, adjusted her rose skirt, and put on black leather shoes. The performance look was completed.
"Turn around and show daddy." Zhao Yong instructed his daughter seriously.
Niannian obediently spun around twice to show her parents, with the beautiful little skirt on her body. She was so happy, and her whole body shone with confidence. She even added some drama on her own and took a few model steps.
Li Manjun and Zhao Yong both nodded and said it was perfect, and Nian Nian immediately said, "Then I'll show it to the teacher."
"Go ahead." Li Manjun nodded with a smile.
I saw a small rose in full bloom, happily flying from the other side of the classroom to the front of the podium.
The red color was so eye-catching that the children and parents who were still dressing up couldn't help but look up.
Luo Tiancheng said "Wow", forgetting that he was still arguing with his mother, his eyes lit up, and he said in a sweet voice: "Zhao Jianing's skirt is so beautiful!"
It is indeed very beautiful. The teacher and foreign teachers looked at the little roses spinning in front of them in amazement. They did not expect that in such a short period of time, parents would prepare such exquisite dresses for their children.
Lin Fangfang followed her unconsciously and reached out to touch her skirt secretly. There were many hand-sewn beads and sequins on the upright petal skirt. Bryn Blin's was a sparkle that the little girl could not refuse.
"Zhao Jianing, your skirt is so shiny." Lin Fangfang said with envy.
Nian Nian said happily: "Thank you Lin Fangfang, your dress is so beautiful."
The two little girls instantly entered mutual admiration mode.
