Milk dumpling Minghan: "Okay." ”

The elder brother Mingrui also finished writing, and beside him stood the principal and several teachers.

"Fang Fangzheng, Luo Mingrui, you write this very well."

The principal looked at the words written by Xiao Mingrui and handed the notebook to the child's head teacher: "Teacher Cui, take a look." ”

After reading it, Mr. Cui smiled and praised: "Compared with before the summer vacation, Luo Mingrui's handwriting today has improved a lot." Several other teachers also looked at it, and some parents were curious and gathered around to circulate the words written by Xiao Mingrui.

The mouth continued to sigh with admiration.

Jiang Li inadvertently saw an accordion on a desk at this time, this kind of antique playing instrument for her, she had seen it in her grandfather's collection, and learned how to play it from his grandfather.

According to his grandfather, the accordion was given to him by an elder in the family when he was younger.

Because the elder died unexpectedly not long after giving him the accordion, in the days that followed, in order to remember the elder, every time he came to his memorial day, he would take out the accordion given by the other party and play a song as a memorial.

Dragging back the distant thoughts, Jiang Li whispered in the principal's ear, and the next moment, the principal nodded, and then, Jiang Li moved to the desk where the accordion was played.

Picking up the accordion and carrying it to her chest, she lowered her eyes to familiarize herself with the keyboard and the button keys used to accompany the beat and play the melody, and tried to pull a few more notes, and then she turned her eyes back to the little Mingrui three.

At the same time, the big and small in the office are also watching her.

Jiang Li's demeanor was as usual, she didn't care about the Daoist gaze that fell on her at all, she nodded lightly to the little cub, and saw that Xiao Mingrui only understood what she meant, and stood in a row at an arm's length apart, and the fox's eyes were full of smiles.

The prelude sounded, and after a while, the three little ones sang with their cute milk voices while gesturing.

Well, the elder brother Mingrui doesn't sing much, but he performs the gesture dance very well.

“…… Hongchen guests are seven, seven or eight, the yellow orioles chirp, see whose house the small bridge flows to, listen to the pipa babbling, the swallows are dense, and the small town paints another round of winter and summer ......"

Before Jiang Li came to this world, she swiped the video on her mobile phone one day and swiped a very nice song, well, it was the song she played with the accordion at this time, and with this song was a gesture dance performed by a group of children.

If memory serves, her gaze lingered on that video for about two or three minutes.

This is quite incredible for her in her busy schedule.

Therefore, even if you live in a different world, you still have an impression.

During the summer vacation, on a whim, she taught the cubs two or three well-known children's songs, and by the way, she also taught the song that she had seen children perform gesture dances.

Because the lyrics and songs are lively and playful, and easy to learn, the little cubs learn quickly.

No, she only played it once with the accordion, and the children present began to sing and gesture with their little hands and hands along with the three of them.

The principal and several teachers were smiling and looking at the little ones who were singing and gesticulating.

Parents are also smiling, looking at their children, their eyes full of pity.

At the end of the third play, Jiang Li took the accordion off his shoulder and gently put it back in its original position.

I saw two female comrades coming out of many parents, the two stood in front of her, and one of them spoke first with apologies: "Hello comrade, you are Luo Mingwei's mother, right?!"

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