Mature Age + Spoiler

Don't let your children lose at the starting line, this is an old saying, but almost 90.00% of responsible parents at [-] think it is a wise saying, so they try to practice it to the end.

In Cong'an's elementary school class, some children have started to attend various cram schools. Yan Xin only started arranging supplementary classes for Cong'an this year, starting with Cong'an's more interested painting.

On this point, Yang Yang’s thoughts are different from hers. Yang Yang wants to see every corner of the world from Antao, so he will plan to travel with the whole family as soon as he is free.Start with the surroundings first, and drive to the nearest places, and the family will be very happy wherever they go.

However, usually the implementation of any policy will encounter many resistances from diehards, and the most stubborn one is nothing more than the old man at home.Cong An is not just their child, her surname is Yan, so what Yang Yang and Yan Xin think cannot decide everything.

And Yang Yang can foresee that in the next few years, Cong'an will not be as carefree as he is now.

As soon as the time came, she packed up her things and went off to get off work. The mothers who went down with her in the same batch were some mothers who were eager to go back to pick up their children. Yang Yang was mixed among them and was influenced by maternal love.

The mother next door was talking about the child's tutoring plan. The foreign teacher was hired, and a class cost nearly [-]. Fortunately, both of them are high-income groups, otherwise the money would never be spent.

Yang Yang also thought of Cong An, wondering what kind of expression she had now.

When An got into her car, she saw the donuts naturally, her eyes lit up, and after confirming with Yang Yang, she couldn't wait to eat them.

After eating a deadly sweet candy, Yang Yang lost his appetite for sweets, but he also felt hungry when he saw Cong An sweetly sucking the icing on his fingers with a happy expression on his face.

Cong An stretched out the last donut in front of her: "Auntie, I'll eat it for you."

Yang Yang glanced up, weighed in his mind for a while, and decided to maintain his image in front of adults, and said, "I don't like to eat, you can eat."

She swears that 70.00% of her words are polite, but Cong An solves the last one with a smile.

Yang Yang sighed silently in her heart, how much she wanted to be an honest child.

Sending Cong'an to the classroom, the fine-tempered art teacher has already been waiting there.She also smiled and asked Yang Yang to sit down too, so Mommy can draw with the children.

Cong An whispered, "Auntie is not my mommy."

Yang Yang muttered: "I never gave birth to such a big child." She listened to An's meaning and seemed to dislike Bi's misunderstanding that she was her mother. She felt disgusted, so she asked Cong'an in a low voice: "You Don't you like what the teacher said?"

"Auntie is auntie, mommy is mommy." Cong An showed a mature demeanor, and this plausible answer drew Yang Yang into it.

Yang Yang was also listening to the class in Cong'an. She couldn't help denying that the teacher's way of teaching was very special. When she was learning painting, the teacher drew and the students imitated it. Everyone is the same, there are only good and bad, there is no special.

On the contrary, she gives students a lot of room for imagination. When Cong An was painting, Yang Yang helped her paint. She has studied art for nearly ten years. Although it has been abandoned, the foundation is still there. Give up everything the teacher taught, and paint as you please.

After Yan Xin got off work, she actually received a text message from Cong'an, asking her to pick her up and Aunt Baa-baa.

It felt like suddenly having two children, one big and one small, waiting for her to take care of.

In the evening, Yang Yang apologized for her previous misunderstanding of Yan Xin. She had misunderstood that Yan Xin was a strict and inhuman mother, but after attending classes with Cong'an for a while, she changed her view of Yan Xin. The requirements are strict, but also human.

If Yang Yang didn't confess, she wouldn't know that she had such a stain in Yang Yang's heart.

"Don't rush to apologize, the days are still long, and Cong'an will learn ballet, English, violin, and piano..." Yan Xin said in a joking tone.

"Do you want her to learn taekwondo, judo and fencing again?" Yang Yang teased at random.

Yan Xin tapped her chin with the pencil in her hand, and got some kind of inspiration in an instant: "Why didn't I think of it."

Yang Yang saw Cong'an touching her head pitifully, you will have to suffer in the future.It made Cong An look dazed.

"Auntie, when are you coming home to see me?" Nuannuan called Yang Yang on Yang's mother's mobile phone, and Yang Yang guessed that her mother must be standing behind Nuannuan after receiving it.

She was surprised that her mother would take the initiative to contact her, even through Nuan Nuan as a buffer zone.

Yang Yang said: "You can do it anytime, as long as your grandma sees me, she won't drive me away with a broom."

"Why, grandma said..." There was a long indistinct voice from behind, and Mother Yang covered her phone and told Nuan Nuan not to say anything.

"Auntie, grandma said no."

"Then Nuan Nuan hand over the phone to grandma, let me talk to your grandma?" Yang Yang said.

"Okay." Nuannuan replied childishly, and Nuannuan handed the phone to grandma.

"Mom." Yang Yang repeated this sound countless times, but this time it was the only thing that made her want to cry.

She said, "Mom, is that what you mean?"