I didn't get any benefit from my hard work, but I became more and more aware of my ignorance. - Descartes

I don't know what kind of "drug" my third aunt gave my mother again, or heard about whose child on the mahjong table, I don't want me to fall behind, I want to compare with others.

On this day, I am practicing calligraphy, the calligraphy teacher is actually our dormitory aunt, she is usually addicted to Mobao, she also practiced a good hand, the principal saw that she lost this skill is a pity, so she arranged for her to call us, his son is still in kindergarten, every time the calligraphy class when the teacher takes him back in advance to let him learn with us. Because I had read the "Ultraman" book with him, he was closer to me than the other students, and I was correcting his brush grip. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on the door, the teacher went out for a while, and when he came back, he asked me to pack my things, saying that my mother was coming to pick me up, I was stunned to clean up, and saw my mother lying on the door glass looking into the house, and after looking at me, she waved at me, as if urging me to hurry up. Cover the ink, rinse the inkstone, wash the brush, put away the newspaper, say goodbye to the teacher and classmates, and walk out of the classroom with the schoolbag on his back.

"Mom, where are you going to pick me up?" I got straight to the point and asked about the doubts in my heart. My mother took out the newspaper I had just practiced calligraphy from my bag, but she didn't answer me: "Oh, baby, if you like to write calligraphy and learn from your third aunt." Seeing that she didn't answer, I didn't ask: "This is a specialty class, and I don't like it much, if you want to say that I like it and I prefer to draw, by the way, you bought me the wrong one last time, I want oil pastels, not crayons (1)." The next time you tell the stationery store for oil pastels, he'll know, don't buy it yourself and leave. "As I grew up, and my mother was responsive to my needs in terms of study and life, I also became bold, and I would never dare to complain like this." Yes, yes, yes, I don't understand you. Won't this take you out, I'll take you there, you pick it yourself! ”

The calligraphy class is in the dormitory teacher's office, so it is closer to the school gate, and we have walked to the school gate while talking, and when we saw the security guard, I stood up with a slight hesitation, and my mother pulled me: "It's okay, I'm done with your teacher." As he spoke, he stuffed the newspaper back into my bag, zipped it up, opened his bag, took out a note from it and handed it to the security guard. Then I remembered that the question in my mind had not been answered.

"Mom, this is not a New Year's holiday, why did you pick me up? I don't want to be special, teachers and classmates should each respond to (2) me. "Oh, I recently heard about a foreign language school, the teaching is very good, I want to take you to see, your teachers have said, now it is really too easy for you to learn these things, and the conditions allow you to go out and learn more." Dad, smoking in the car, saw us come out, opened the door and stepped on the cigarette butt, went back to the car and started the car. He cherishes the car too much, even though there is an ashtray in the car, he never puts out the smoke in it, and he doesn't let his mother and other people in his car use it.

The car drove to the cultural community, this is the opposite of the road from our original home, I have seen the façade here, there are few stores, this has just moved away less than a year of work, and many new stores have been opened. The car stopped, and my mother told my father that we would go buy paintbrushes in a while, so let him get busy first, my father nodded, took out a few brand new hundred yuan from his bag and handed them to my mother, although my mother said that there were still ones, but she still reached out to take them.

As soon as I got off the bus, I looked up, and the big green plaque of "QTH Outer Chinese School" stood on top of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a two-family storehouse. In this battle, those who don't know think that there are municipal public foreign language schools. Climb the stairs and push the door to enter, "Hello, please register here." "The front desk called us over, and while my mother was filling out the registration form, the little round-faced teacher took me to sit down next to me and asked me questions like: What is your name? How old is it? What grade? Where to go to school? Whether I like English or not, probably to prevent me from being nervous and scared, every time I answer a question, she always claps my hands and praises me for being awesome, although this set is really good for children, but in my mind at the time, it was like insulting my intelligence, which gave me goosebumps.

Although I haven't seen much, I dare to boldly guess that the quality of service here must be one of the best in the city, and after I finished registering, my mother was arranged to sit in the row of chairs I had just made and waited for me, and I was brought into the classroom by the aunt just now and asked me to try out a class.

The "Cambridge" textbook taught by the teacher is different from that of our school, but I have learned all the things I taught, but the difference with the school is that the teacher here has to speak in English first, and then explain it in Chinese, I can understand the content of the book, but I can't understand what the teacher says, and I always have to wait for the Chinese to explain before I can react, because I can always score 100 points in the school English test, and I only know that my level is only so when I come here.

There are also some features here, such as everyone doesn't call their real names, they all call themselves an English name, of course, I don't have an English name just for the audition. The teacher always sings and dances when he lectures, I'm not good at these, and every time I get to "Let's sing" to relieve me, I deal with things, because it's an audition, the teacher doesn't say much about me, just cleans up for me and lets me sing along. Other times, I mostly make games and the like, and I play and play a class and it passes, which is really much more interesting than the usual class.

After coming out, my mother hurriedly caught up and asked me if I liked it or not, and I excitedly pasted the cartoon on the back of my hand to her: "I like it!" Look, this is what my teacher posted me with the right questions! "For me, there is nothing more dear to my heart than Little Red Flower. Without saying a word, my mother settled down and followed the aunt to pay the money.

The tuition fee is paid on an annual basis, and I forgot the exact amount, but it is more expensive than my tuition anyway. However, I did get what I paid for, and my English improved by leaps and bounds, because I could often say words and sentences that I had never learned in school English class, and then the teacher simply stopped me from answering questions in class.

At the same time, I also had my first English name - Harry.

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