The two of them came to the east room and the sisters-in-law had already folded the quilt and piled it on the bed.
Zhou Tianlei gave each of his sisters-in-law a pack of fruit candies. They happily took the candies and left happily.
There are eight beds, eight covers, and 16 quilts, placed in two neat piles.
The mattresses are all dark blue, grass green and white. The quilts are of various colors and have different patterns, including peonies, flowers and birds, mandarin ducks, dragons and phoenixes, and one bed is a picture of a hundred children.
Cheng Xiang touched it and found that the surrounding satin was soft and delicate and felt good to the touch.
Things of this era, fashion aside, are at least of genuine quality.
Zhou Tianlei walked up and hugged her from behind: "Do you like it?"
Cheng Xiang nodded: "The quality is very good."
Zhou Tianlei whispered: "I asked someone to buy it from Hangzhou."
He is not a person who shows off in a high-profile manner, but his tone at this moment seemed to be asking for praise.
Cheng Xiang looked back at him: "I'm determined."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
This room is full of wedding supplies prepared by Zhou Tianlei. Whenever he goes to the city these days, he will bring them back. He bought several kettles, cups, washbasins, and even brooms tied with red strings.
Cheng Xiang has never been a vain person, but she likes the feeling of being taken seriously.
Now the only thing missing is the wedding photos. When people get married in this era, especially in rural areas, it would be nice to find a photo studio to take a group photo and make a luxurious photo frame to hang at home.
Cheng Xiang didn't have a strong intention to take wedding photos. Later, I went to take wedding photos with my friends. I changed back and forth more than a dozen sets of clothes, matched with various makeup, and was posed by the photographer in various ways. It was fascinating to watch. tired.
But Zhou Tianlei seemed to be very interested, especially when he saw a white wedding dress on the booth in a photo studio in the city, and he was sure that Cheng Xiang would look good in it.
Immediately entered the store, paid, and agreed on a time to take wedding photos.
Cheng Xiang blamed him for making his own decision without his consent, and asked him to reject it. Firstly, it was a waste of money, and secondly, Cheng Xiang found it too troublesome.
Zhou Tianlei lowered his eyebrows and tried to coax him for a while, but it didn't work.
So I walked outside and told Zhou Qing and Zhou Yang that when I took my mother to take wedding photos, I wanted to take them with me to take a family photo.
The little guys were very happy.
Zhou Tianlei told them again, but mother doesn't want to go, you guys should think of a way.
The two little guys ran up to Cheng Xiang, acting coquettishly and cutely. Cheng Xiang thought it would be good to leave a message with the children, so he finally agreed.
Looking at Zhou Tianlei who was standing at the door with his head down and a smile, Cheng Xiang suddenly realized that this old man usually seemed taciturn, but in fact he was very thief, and as long as he wanted to do something, he would try every means to achieve it.
The family agreed to go to the city to take pictures together this weekend.
On Tuesday, Cheng Xiang took Qing'er to school.
Today is a music class for grades one to three. Three grades, that is, three classes, with a total of more than 60 people, are brought to the school to serve as a large classroom in the auditorium.
There was a pedal piano in front.
Cheng Xiang had prepared lessons. In this era, rural children had almost no artistic influence except for a few popular songs.
Unlike Qing'er, they are the pianists Cheng Xiang is determined to train.
For them, just learn simple music theory, music symbols, and rhythm beats.
Just lead them to appreciate the charm of music and let them find fun and happiness in music.
This environment and conditions do not provide the conditions for further development.
In the first class, children from three classes gathered together in a noisy manner. They had also taken music classes before, and they were taught by a fifth-grade Chinese teacher.
The teacher had learned the pedal piano for a few days and knew a few red songs, so every time he came to class, he would always play those songs, either Dongfanghonghong or Returning from target practice. The children were tired of learning and listening to it.
So I don't have much interest in music lessons.
Cheng wanted to shout for silence several times at the top of his lungs, but to no avail.
She stood in front of the podium for a while with her hands on her hips, then sat down in front of the pedal piano, raised her hand and tried a few notes.
I started playing and played a light children's song "The Snail and the Oriole".
The brisk syllables flowed from the keys and passed through the classroom, and the noisy noise gradually weakened.
The children all began to sit quietly, listening to this unfamiliar melody with their ears pricked up.
After playing one song, the children all asked excitedly: "Teacher, what song is this?"
Cheng Xiang glanced around, looked at them and asked, "Can you be quiet?"
"Okay" the students shouted in unison.
Cheng Xiang smiled: "Well, let me first accept myself. My surname is Cheng. You can call me Teacher Cheng. I will be your music teacher from now on. I hope you can keep quiet in class in the future. I will I’ll give you more good songs, okay?”
"Okay." The students in the audience held back their energy and burst into enthusiastic responses.
Zhou Yang, who was in third grade, was sitting among the students. When he first looked at the messy class, he was worried about his mother, worried that she would not be able to control these monkeys.
I originally wanted to stand up and help my mother maintain discipline, but I saw my mother sitting down and playing the piano with a calm expression.
Now the classroom is quiet, and my mother is standing on the podium, facing the sun, shining brightly.
Cheng wanted to copy the lyrics onto the blackboard.
I sang it with my classmates to get familiar with the lyrics, and played along with them, teaching them every sentence.
The children were very interested in learning and could basically sing the song completely after one class.
During the final chorus, the sound was so tender and loud that it was almost deafening.
When get out of class was over, Cheng Xiang praised them well.
The world of children is the simplest, and the teacher's praise can make them happy for a day.
The children walked out of the classroom. Cheng Xiang breathed out softly and affirmed himself: "Not bad, Teacher Cheng."
At this time, Xin Chen walked to the door, looked at Cheng Xiang who was wiping the blackboard, and said softly: "Teaching well, Teacher Cheng."
Cheng Xiang turned around and smiled: "Thank you, Teacher Xin, for your compliment."
Xin Chen walked over and saw Qing'er sitting in front of the pedal piano, stretching out her delicate little hands to poke at the keys. After all, the pedal piano was different from the piano.
Qing'er only felt that it was similar. After trying a few notes, he found the pattern and played an Alice with smooth fingering.
Although the syllable conversion is not comparable to the sound quality and piano, the melody is still accurate.
Xin Chen looked at Qing'er almost in surprise, "I have long heard from Zhou He that Qing'er is good at playing the piano. I didn't expect that he could play so well at such a young age."
Cheng Xiang looked at Qing'er and smiled, with uncontrollable pride on his face.
This is her student, her proud disciple.
