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On the way back to xingyuewan, Qian Jin studied the form carefully and said, "Miss, I don't find anything wrong. Isn't it that some courses are actively contested and some courses are completely uninterested?"

"Do you think so?" Bu Tong asked, "let me tell you so. All the courses that you are interested in were taught by a teacher at home. Before that, I didn't ask Li Jingchen how to arrange the courses for him. Now it seems that what I learned at home before is also interested in contention."

Qian Jin chuckled, "that's a bit serious. Money is willful. From kindergarten, you can choose what you like and refuse what you don't want."

Although interest is very important, there are some things that you have to learn even if you don't like it.

Just like when she was a child, she didn't like to practice calligraphy. She felt very bored. But master Bu asked her to practice calligraphy. Later, she fell in love with calligraphy. When she grew up, she finally realized the good intentions of her grandfather.

Because calligraphy not only brings her good handwriting, but also calms down to precipitate herself in the process of writing, in exchange for inner peace, and truly makes the characters like people.

"The situation of contention is quite special. I still have to communicate with him and ask him what he thinks in his mind."

"Take it easy, miss. I'll listen to you most. Maybe if you say something, he'll learn all the things he doesn't like tomorrow."

...

in the evening, Yan Zheng took a good bath and ran out of the bathroom in his pajamas. "Mom, it's OK to have a bath."

"Let's show mom," Butong looked at it carefully. "Well, it has been washed very clean. The fight is great."

"Let's go to bed and try to hear mom sing."

Cloth Tong holds Yan Zheng to lie down on the bed, soft voice way, "contend, mother talks with you first, OK?"

"Well, I like chatting with my mother best."

"Zhengzheng likes to chat with his mother. Does he like to chat with the children in school?"

"I don't like it very much. They are stupid and naive. Talking to them is a waste of time."

Bu Tong: "don't you talk to the teacher when you are fighting for a class you don't like?"

"A teacher is as stupid as a child, arguing that he doesn't want to talk to a stupid person."

"... I don't know. Even if you don't want to pay attention to others when they come to talk to you, you should respond politely. It's impolite to ignore people directly."

"But dad said that fighting can ignore people you don't like, or you can choose the class you like."

Bu Tong: "when did dad tell you?"

Yan Zheng blinked a pair of bright eyes, "it has always been said so."

Bu Tong almost didn't choke to death. Together with her, he racked his brains over there to let Yan zhenggregarious. Li Jingchen held back and taught him to ignore others?

"Mom, can I sing now?" Yan Zheng asked softly.

"Well, close your eyes and mother will sing for you."

Yan Zheng obediently closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep in the children's songs sung by Butong.

When Yan Zheng falls asleep, Bu Tong carefully pulls out his arm under his neck, covers the quilt for him, and gets up and walks out of the door.

...

Li Jingchen finished a video conference and it was already more than 10 o'clock in the evening.

Walking into the master bedroom, I saw the girl who should have been lying on the bed, wrapped in a nightgown, sitting on the sofa reading.

The corner of the man's mouth lifted up a gentle arc, stepped forward with long legs, and sat down beside her, "it's very late. Why don't you sleep? Are you waiting for me? "

"Yes," said Butong, closing his book and looking up at him, "I ask you, are you arguing that he can ignore people he doesn't like, and can't take classes he doesn't like."

Li Jingchen wrung eyebrows, "when did I say that? How can I not know?"

"It's impossible to lie in a dispute," said Butong firmly. "And he doesn't care to lie to me for this kind of lie that can be exposed only by a pair of confrontation."

The man carefully recalled a time, suddenly suddenly suddenly realized, "should not be before, when he lost his temper to drive away several psychiatrists, I said smoothly, don't like can drive away, I will find him like so far?"

Bu Tong: "what about his class? Is it what you told him that he didn't like to learn? "

The man rubbed the girl's heart, "wife, before the argument, he was autistic, and he didn't even look at the things he was not interested in. Of course, I will let him learn what he likes according to his preference."

Bu Tong closed his eyes and said, "OK, let me tell you, the result now is that in the school, they don't pay attention to other children at all. They think they are stupid, let alone children. He doesn't even pay attention to the teacher. He also chooses the class he likes and dislikes and plays with his own. He doesn't pay attention to the teacher at all.Before, because he was autistic, you had no choice but to accommodate him. Now he is getting better and better. We will try to get rid of his bad habits before. "

"I don't think it's a bad problem," the man said casually. "All the best teachers I've been looking for before are the best teachers. What he learned is no less than what he learned in school. So now I go to kindergarten and crush other children in all aspects. It's normal to think that others are stupid. As for teachers, they don't want to learn, so they can ignore it."

"Husband, do you think so? What's the logic? " Bu Tong looked at him in a puzzled way, "the purpose of sending Zhengzheng to kindergarten is to let him get along with others normally and be a normal child."

"Isn't he normal now? Like you, cheerful and optimistic, sweet mouth, even Jiang choose a so picky people like him, it shows that the struggle is not bad. "

"Half of the reason why I like him is because I, as I said normally, do not let people around me like him, but hope that he has normal social skills and the willingness to communicate with strangers."

"Why communicate with strangers?" Li Jingchen's eyebrows tightened more tightly. "I came here like this when I was a child. I didn't have any friends. Even I might as well argue. So I know what is the most important for a man. I think a man doesn't need to waste his time on those indifferent social contacts."

Butong pursed his lips. "So you think the fight should be the same as you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me," the man disapproved. "He wants to be strong, live without looking at other people's faces, and even have the ability to make those people he doesn't like can't even enter his eyes. That's what he should do."

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