At night, in the Yangjiang School Community, the lights of a residential building are still on.

There was a mom and two kids in the room.

My mother's name is Zhang Jing, Chinese New Year's Eve, and she is a nurse working in a hospital.

Two children, the eldest is a boy, named Yang Tong, who is six years old this year and is in the second grade of primary school. The youngest one is a younger sister, named Yang Xin, who is almost six years old and is in the first grade of primary school.

Zhang Jing looked at the math answers in her eldest son's homework book, looked a little angry, pointed to a wrong question and asked, "Yang Tongtong, what's the matter with you?" Divide ten loaves of bread into five portions, don't you know how many are in each portion? You say you're like this, what can you do when you grow up? ”

Yang Tongtong didn't dare to speak with a pen, his eyes kept moving, Yang Xinxin next to him raised his head, looked at his mother with very simple eyes, and thought seriously about his brother's future: "Herding sheep!" ”

After listening to this, Zhang Jing first showed a stunned expression on her face, then recovered again, and asked angrily and funny: "Your brother can't even count the numbers, what kind of sheep are you herding?" I'm afraid that the sheep have been stolen, and he doesn't know how many are missing. ”

Yang Xinxin raised a white and tender little finger, pouted and argued: "That brother, if my brother is stupid, you can put one!" ”

Yang Tongtong looked at his sister very innocently, he didn't want to herd sheep when he grew up, he wanted to do something else!

After Zhang Jing listened to Yang Xinxin's answer, her originally irritable mood immediately calmed down, and she was amused by her little daughter's words.

Both children looked at their mothers in unison, what is wrong with their mothers?

When Zhang Jing saw the puzzled eyes of the two children, she immediately stopped laughing awkwardly, her face became stern, and she said, "Hurry up and write, go to bed early after writing!" ”

When the alarm clock on the wall pointed to ten o'clock, Yang Tongtong's homework was almost finished, and Yang Tong almost cried when he copied the new words.

Zhang Jing looked at Yang Tongtong's writing speed and wanted to help him write a few, but he couldn't help it.

But if he writes at such a snail-like pace, he will cry in the future.

Zhang Jing didn't understand, how could she write the homework after ten o'clock if she started writing at six o'clock?

Is the son you gave birth to too stupid?

It is said that boys follow their mothers and girls follow their fathers, but Yang Tongtong is not like himself at all, Yang Xin inherited his own intelligence.

This night, Zhang Jing was very worried, her son was slow in doing everything, what would he do when he grew up in the future?

And Yang Tongtong and Yang Xinxin had the same dream in their sleep, and a glowing third-order Rubik's Cube appeared in the dream, and they both wanted to reach out and grab this Rubik's Cube, but after the Rubik's Cube was caught in their hands, it suddenly disappeared.