Jiang Qingyue was going to perform on stage, and she was also the team leader, Jiang Qingyue excitedly told Xie Yuan and his wife, Mr. Hu, and other friends who had a good time.

The day before the party started, Zhou Yan allowed the girl to take a day off, and she didn't have to take piano lessons and law popularization lessons.

The little girl cheered: "Long live! ”

At this time, suddenly Zhou Yan's mobile phone rang, and she looked at the name of the person who came: Sister Ah Fen.

She answered.

"Hey, Yeon-yeon."

"Sister Ah Fen."

"Yanyan, I made this call with you to ask you, which platform was the live broadcast of Yueyue's elementary school party, I am old and have a bad memory."

"Oh, you're talking about this, or I'll send you a link tomorrow, and then a certain letter will go in and you'll be able to see it." Zhou Yan was afraid that the other party would forget about it.

"Okay, that's trouble."

"Don't bother, don't bother, Yueyue really hopes you can come over, but it's a pity that the number of places given by the class is limited, otherwise you can watch it on the spot."

Xie Yuan and Ah Fen have been married for many years, and they have always lived together as two people, as for the reason why they didn't have children, Zhou Yan didn't ask, but it should be a little difficult to guess, since Xie Yuan cheered up, when these two people looked at Jiang Qingyue, they treated them as their own granddaughters.

On the day of the New Year's Day party, it happened to be Friday.

In the morning, Teacher Hu couldn't catch up, and she had already gone to the capital to prepare for the competition.

She specially called Jiang Qingyue to cheer her on.

The school uniform is very fashionable, not the fat school uniform of ordinary blue and white, but the kind of suit and small blue checkered group, even the small leather shoes are matching, and there is a hat.

The head teacher and the parents discussed the issue of clothing, and finally finalized the school uniform.

It's neat and uniform, and you don't need to prepare anymore.

The program of the first class of the first grade is not considered to be the back, it was the order determined by lottery, and the first class is the fifth program, which is quite early.

When Zhou Yan sat in her place, she began to send Ah Fen and them the link to the live broadcast room, and also filmed the program list to them.

Ah Fen picking mushrooms: Thank you Yanyan, Ah Yuan and I are looking at it [Love].

At the same time, Zhou Yan also sent these to Mr. Hu, probably during the break, and the other party immediately replied.

The New Year's Day party started at half past six in the evening, and the first performance was a chorus, and the repertoire was "My Motherland and Me".

Looking at the children on the stage, their faces were painted red, their mouths were also red, and their eyebrows were dotted with a red dot, like a New Year's doll.

The feeling of the past at first glance: festive.

Soon it was the turn of the first grade class to perform a program, a poetry recitation of "My Motherland".

The children quickly lined up, Jiang Qingyue and the other team leader were not standing in the middle, the position of the two was only a little in the middle, the first row, and there were several classmates in the middle.

Seeing that Jiang Qingyue's children were not spared, their faces and mouths were painted red, their eyebrows were dotted with a little red, their faces were full of childishness, and they stood there uprightly, when Zhou Yan recognized it for the first time, she couldn't recognize it and laughed.

And she also took out the camera she had prepared in time and took pictures of the child, in exactly the same pose, and took several photos before stopping.

Jiang Qingyue's eyes rolled, she looked at the audience, remembered the position of the parents of the first class that the teacher said today, and easily saw the woman waving her hand, it was not her mother, it was Xiao Tiantian's mother, and the one next to her who took pictures with a camera was her mother.

Mom.

Jiang Qingyue screamed silently, and then burst into a brighter smile, with a standard eight teeth, which looked particularly pleasant.

Jiang Qingyue was divided into several words, the first sentence was her word, this child was always nervous.

Zhou Yan took a picture with the camera, looking at Jiang Qingyue in the lens, a child of this age is still a little chubby, the moment she listened to the immature children's voice, when she smiled at the camera, she felt a sour feeling in her heart.

After being in contact with this child for so long, Zhou Yan's feelings for Jiang Qingyue are very complicated, there is maternal love but not much, and family affection can also be understood in this way, which is also mixed with some friendship.

The performance was a success, and Zhou Yan took several photos.

Next to her is Xiao Tiantian's mother, Xiao Tiantian is a little tall, standing behind Jiang Qingyue, Zhou Yan also heard Xiao Tiantian's mother complaining next to her, the child is standing behind too much, she didn't take a particularly good picture.

Zhou Yan waited until the last show was over, and then went to Jiang Qingyue, and the children who finished the show could go to the rest room to rest first, or they could go to the front to watch other class performances.

"Mom!" The moment Zhou Yan walked to the lounge, she heard a crisp children's voice, she looked towards the sound, and before she could look closely, she was hugged by a chubby little radish head on her thigh.

Zhou Yan bent down and touched her head, and said with a smile: "I'll pick you up for a big meal!" ”

"Yay!" Jiang Qingyue cheered.

She packed up her own things, all in her small schoolbag, picked up her small schoolbag, took her mother's hand, and said goodbye to her teachers and classmates, Jiang Qingyue followed Zhou Yan and left the school.

Zhou Yan didn't drive, the distance between the school and the community is very close, she plans to take her children out to eat today, and the meal is not far from the school, the mother and daughter are holding hands and walking on the street.

The night was dark, and it was snowing a little during the day today, and a thin layer was spread on the ground, and there was a rustling sound and creaking when stepped on.

Jiang Qingyue said with a smile, just like singing, squeaky and squeaky.

After New Year's Day, it is the new year, but the Spring Festival that belongs to our country has not yet arrived, and the children still have to go to class for a few more days, and there will be final exams at that time.

When the exam was approaching, Jiang Qingyue and the other children were the same, with a bitter face.

But after the exam, she was liberated, and in the past six months, she has also met a lot of friends, among which the best one is Xiao Tiantian, Wang Dashu, who had a conflict before the start of school, now belongs to the classmates who are also playing better.

Zhou Yan In this new place, the neighbors are also familiar with each other, and some parents in the class also belong to the point where they can know who the other party is when they see their faces.

All in all, last year went quite well, and hopefully the coming year will be even smoother.

The crematorium invested by Zhou Yan is also becoming more and more popular, she is a big shopkeeper, give some money when it is critical, and the system will supervise it again, and the crematorium has also kept pace with the times and opened a WB number.

The name is called: Thriving Crematorium

No matter what you did during your lifetime, how strong your assets are, here, we will always treat everyone equally, and the thriving crematorium invites you to join.

When I saw this advertising slogan, Zhou Yan: "......"

Hula~

The wind whistled.

It feels a little cold.