Father Xue silently put the information tape back, took a deep breath, and suppressed the pain in his heart.
Take An An to sign up for interest classes.
He very much hoped that An An would be more lively like Fu Chen.
Fuchen went to dance practice every night, and An An didn't have a partner to go home with after school, so she was even quieter.
And after class, An An couldn't find Fu Chen playing around.
Xue's father knew that his son liked Fuchen's sister very much.
"Do you want to practice street dancing too?" Xue's father asked An An.
You don’t have to just follow the dust, you can let go of your playful nature in interest classes and make a few more friends.
An An quietly looked at the scene inside the tempered glass wall: Fu Chen's dancing posture with a group of children, and the way he danced to the rhythm was very dazzling.
An An nodded.
Dad Xue laughed and signed up An An for a hobby class, so that he could meet Fu Chen at the same time.
"What else do you like? Do you want to paint?" Xue's father asked.
An An nodded.
Xue's father enrolled An An in a painting class again, at the same time as Fuchen. Their interest classes were next to each other.
In the evening, Xue's father walked home with Axi. But he couldn't carry such a big child.
A 70-pound child walked steadily for half an hour, but Xue's father still struggled.
Comparing the calm demeanor of Axi next to him, and silently looking down at his belly, Xue's father silently got himself an annual gym membership.
I finally made it to junior high school.
An An and Fu Chen successfully entered the international middle school.
After entering middle school, Fuchen entered the period of losing weight. He became frighteningly thin but had an astonishing appetite.
Eat three bowls of rice in one meal.
There were four people at the table, and Fuchen alone took care of the remaining three.
Father Xue looked at Axi. Even though he didn't need to eat, it was still scary to have a daughter who could eat like this.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Axi asked, looking at the dishes on the table and smiling, "I'm sorry, they are all Fuchen likes to eat."
Father Xue smiled and patted his son who was struggling to stuff his rice next to him, "Don't worry. You will grow too. It's just that it's later."
An'an is a head shorter than Fuchen, and he is extremely anxious now. He gets up early every day to run and drink milk. Although he doesn't wet the bed like he did when he was a child, his eagerness to not be outdone by his sister is still the same.
An An is still cute and adorable, and painting unintentionally gives him a literary and artistic flair.
He has some ideas, like Axi's young appearance, a gentle and gentle man.
Father Xue still likes it very much.
On the first day of junior high school, when Ah Xi saw someone handing Fuchen a love letter, Fuchen thanked him, stuffed his schoolbag and took An An to a hobby class to practice dancing.
Axi once again dug out his teaching bible: "Father's Parenting History".
Turn to the chapter about 13-15 years old, Daughter.
"Adolescent education tries to find ways for girls to educate their daughters. The role of women is irreplaceable."
"Sexual safety education knowledge must be introduced in time."
"Dads should never teach their daughters about physiological knowledge by themselves. There must be boundaries. Dads at home should also pay more attention to the differences between men and women."
Axi thought for a while and called the teacher, "Hello, teacher, I am Fuchen's father."
"I found out that my daughter was confessed. This is a good thing. She is liked and popular."
"But I checked Fuchen's class schedule and found that the school does not have a physical hygiene class to teach them safety knowledge."
"I hope she can treat the various problems of adolescent growth correctly, instead of being ignorant and not knowing anything. Let alone treating it as a scourge, suppressing it, avoiding it, and not understanding it."
"So, I hope your school can add physiological safety courses. It can let them know that physiological and psychological changes of men and women are normal."
"..."
"Excuse me, teacher."
Fuchen didn't know what Axi was doing behind her back. She only knew that she had more pocket money, so she could buy more delicious chocolates.
With the pocket money of An An, a wealthy young man, she could buy Italian handmade chocolates - something she had coveted for a long time and always wanted to buy to try.
Fuchen An An was much calmer in junior high school, but An An, who had always been quiet, became rebellious.
He became obsessed with jazz, loved chasing stars, and even spent money to dye his hair red.
When Xue's father talked about him, he could still make people speechless.
Father Xue was dumbfounded and pointed his index finger at An An, "Just wait. I'll call your sister Fuchen and ask her to educate you!"
Call Fuchen.
Fuchen rushed over slowly, sat on the sofa, and stared at An An's red hair.
Like a little chicken, An An lowered her eyebrows and greeted her with a smile, "Sister."
The voice is sweet, still like when I was a child.
Fuchen raised his eyebrows, "He's quite handsome."
An An immediately broke into a big smile.
"Fuchen!" Xue's father was anxious, "How can students dye their hair! Children must look like children!"
Fuchen shrugged, disapprovingly, "What's wrong with dyeing your hair? Doesn't a red hair make you a child?"
"That's right." An An supported.
"He's skipping school and going to concerts now!" Xue's father complained.
Fuchen immediately turned his head, stretched out his hand, and said, "Hand over the money."
"Sister~" An An said coquettishly.
Fuchen's face was expressionless, as motionless as a mountain.
An An was reluctant to hand over the remaining deposit.
There are one thousand dollars.
"Don't want to?" Fuchen tilted his head. He squinted and raised the corners of his eyes, as if he would jump up and teach you how to behave in the next moment.
An An immediately laughed and shook her head, "No, no."
Father Xue: "..."
I don’t know why I just listen to my sister so much.
Xue's father was troubled by An An's adolescent rebelliousness and asked Axi many times for advice.
"No need to deal with it." Axi said.
Father Xue was furious and pointed at Fuchen, "If Fuchen is like this, do you think there is no need to deal with it?"
Axi turned to look at Fuchen who had finished his homework and was playing games. He was chewing gum in his mouth, and his casual attitude did not look like a "good girl".
Axi turned back and said seriously, "I will accompany her to dye her hair and chase stars. If her grades decline, I will also stay up late with her to take extra classes."
Father Xue was stunned.
Fuchen in the living room laughed out loud, not surprised by his dad's answer.
After all, he is the most gentle.
Axi asked back, "An An has always been quiet and introverted in your eyes. Doesn't it mean that he is not An An now that he is active? Didn't you want An An to be active and active before? Why don't you like him anymore when he is active now?"
"..." Father Xue paused, "I, I don't like it."
He didn't expect Axi's reaction. He thought Axi was on his side.
"You reacted too much to him. You thought he was rebellious, but he might just have his own ideas." Axi said seriously, saying that he would hand over his holy book "Father's Parenting History" to Xue's father, "You
Take a good look at it. I think it’s quite useful.”
Xue's father stared at the educational books, but he didn't expect that he was being educated.
All right.
The second semester of the third year of junior high school.
Fuchen meets an unexpected woman outside school.
The woman drives a luxury car, wears a designer suit, and dresses herself up noble and elegant.
"Hello Fuchen, I am your mother." The woman smiled.
Fuchen looked at her indifferently, wondering what the fuss was about her sudden appearance.
