For Jiang Shen, it was a great thing to go to the city twice a week. Tan Lingling still got up early, took out the good clothes for the New Year for him to put on. She also picked up a cashmere coat with high-quality workmanship, and carefully wiped the powder and stroked the eyebrows in the dressing mirror.

"You go and comb your hair well and dip it in some water." Tan Lingling directed Jiang Shen while applying lipstick, "Clean it clean."

Jiang Shen looked in the mirror to deal with his sleeping hair, and he took a long time to press down.

Tan Lingling came in and got the scarf: "Wear those new pair of sneakers."

Jiang Shen said "Oh" and sat on a small stool to tie his shoelaces.

Tan Lingling squatted down. Her cashmere coat was too long and she had to roll it onto her knees: "Your feet grow so fast." The mother sighed, "There are not enough shoes and clothes to buy."

Jiang Shen thought very naively: "Just change it bigger."

Tan Lingling was amused and crying: "There are no old clothes now? Our family's conditions are average, but we can't afford to lose our face."

Jiang Shen obviously cannot connect the words "modifying old clothes" and "disgraceful". He has the innocence and ignorance of his age, and he doesn't think much or is not bad either.

The pheasant in the yard also woke up. Tan Lingling didn't turn off the fence, so the chick came out for a walk and shit. When she saw Jiang Shen, she "cuckled" twice.

"Tony." Dog fur is fashionable and must give a chicken a foreign name. Jiang Shen obediently shouted, "We're out."

Tony's chicken shook his neck. Tan Lingling had already called him outside the yard, and Jiang Shen hurried out.

"Are you stupid?" Tan Lingling smiled, "and even talked to a chicken."

Tan Lingling took the shuttle bus to the city for too many times, and the driver knew her. She was quite surprised when she saw her today: "You still deliver food?"

Tan Lingling: "Go and buy something." She pushed her son, "Sit back and go."

The driver closed the car door: "It's too early. I'll sleep for a while on the road. When I'm here, I'll call you."

Tan Lingling agreed happily, sat down at the edge of Jiangshen, and asked her son to lean against her: "Are you sleepy?"

Jiang Shen was a little excited: "If you are not sleepy, what are we going to do?"

Tan Lingling touched his head: "I will go to school in September, so I will take you to see the new school."

Jiang Shen: "Are Dogma and I both stayed with each other?"

"Here." Tan Lingling held his hand, "But Chen Maoxiu and the others are in the junior high school, you and Chen Qingling are in the same class."

Jiang Shen was very happy: "Then I can go to and from school with Qing Lingzi."

Tan Lingling pointed his forehead: "You have to call someone else's name outside, so is dog hair. How ugly it sounds to call him at school."

Jiang Shen was very obedient when his mother said anything. He leaned against Tan Lingling's shoulder for a while, and then he couldn't help but look outside by the car window. Tan Lingling took a nap for more than an hour and then passed. When the driver arrived at the station, he turned around and called them. Then the two of them got out of the car in a hurry.

Tan Lingling went to the mall first, and when she came out, she had two more cigarettes in her hand. Her mother carefully wrapped the cigarette box and stuffed it into the shopping bag. Her expression seemed to be relaxed.

The school that Jiang Shen wants to study is not particularly good in the city, but the primary, junior and high schools are all together, which is particularly convenient for students who want to study in a row. The Jiang family also likes this, and the tuition fee is not expensive, so they ask the mayor to help the transfer student.

But even if she helped the school, she was admitted. Tan Lingling still felt that she had to say hello to the school. She has always been an idea-making woman. Although she sometimes doesn't want to give up money, she will not treat her own family and relationships badly.

"I'll go to the principal's office." Tan Lingling bent down and tidied Jiang Shen's coat collar, "Are you just having fun?"

The campus is relatively safe, and Jiang Shen is not afraid of walking around, but he is thinking about something else: "Don't you buy candy today?"

Tan Lingling made a "disgusting" expression: "Didn't you eat it yesterday? I said before that you can only eat it once a week."

Jiang Shen said "Oh" a little.

Tan Lingling was not soft-hearted, and she gave a few more instructions before she took the cigarette to the office building.

Although they are all on the same campus, their names have their own names. Elementary school is called City Experimental, and junior high school is called City No. 6 Middle School. Jiang Shen didn’t have the courage to go to the upper grades, so he stayed in the lower grades honestly.

There were no classes on both sides of the day, and the school workers and teachers on duty didn't care about him. Jiang Shen casually found a few classrooms and looked at them like the puppy patrol. He sat down in the front row and lay down in the back row, and felt very happy.

Tan Lingling finished delivering the things in a short while. She searched for her son on the huge campus for a long time, and finally used the school's radio speaker to shout Jiang Shen out.

"No one can play at school." Tan Lingling smiled angrily, "So happy?"

Jiang Shen smiled and said, "I'm happy."

Tan Lingling poured cold water on him: "I see you happy when I really go to school."

It was not too late for the mother and son to come out of school. Tan Lingling took Jiang Shen straight to the Cultural Palace. Teacher Lin had already arrived at the dance room and took off his down jacket and said in surprise: "Are you here?"

Tan Lingling was much more polite to Teacher Lin: "Here, I'm here, Teacher Lin looks so beautiful today."

Teacher Lin smiled, she said, "You are kind", and then waved to let Jiang Shen come over.

"Have you bought the dance shoes?" Teacher Lin asked.

Tan Lingling was a little embarrassed: "It's not too late..."

Teacher Lin didn't say anything, and went to the costume room and took out a pair of spare dancing shoes: "I have two big girls here, how about you?"

Jiang Shen hurriedly took off his shoes and prepared to put them on.

Teacher Lin was holding a pair of ballet shoes, which were of good size, but Jiang Shen couldn't tie the belt. He sat on the ground, tied it cross-legged for a long time, and sweated out.

Teacher Lin bent down and said, "Don't worry, I'll tie you up."

The boy's ankles were much thicker than those of girls, and the straps were a little shorter, so Teacher Lin walked around him a few less circles. Because it was cold, Jiang Shen's trousers had not taken off yet, and he rubbed them onto his calf together with the legs of the outer pants.

When Jiang Shen stood up, it became a little funny. It seemed to others, it looked like a duck with only shaved legs. Tan Lingling looked at the door and couldn't help but lower her head and smile.

Jiang Shen didn't notice it. He looked very serious and stood straight in front of the mirror.

Teacher Lin said: "Let's warm up first, lower your waist and press your legs and stretch them. Don't force yourself, you can do whatever you can."

She bent down in front of the mirror, Jiang Shen learned her movements, Teacher Lin straightened up, walked around behind him, and reached out to press his back: "Go down slowly..."

Jiang Shen pressed his palms against the floor, and Teacher Lin was very satisfied: "Get up."

Jiang Shen straightened his back.

"Do it a few more times." Teacher Lin held his back and said, "Take it slow."

Jiang Shen couldn't help asking: "What's this for?"

Teacher Lin: "This is called lowering your waist."

Jiang Shen's head was facing the sky and his hands were supporting his head. He felt his clothes being stretched open and his stomach was exposed.

"Don't relax." Teacher Lin used some force, "pushed his waist up."

Jiang Shen held his breath and tried hard, but felt embarrassed and his face turned red.

Teacher Lin saw it and said with a smile: "Don't be shy, I won't be like this next time I change my dance uniform."

Jiang Shen was so nagging that he didn't say anything. After finishing his work, Teacher Lin instructed him how to stretch and press his legs. When he finally split, Jiang Shen didn't expect that he could do so easily.

"Very good." Teacher Lin praised him, "I have to practice every day after I go back."

Jiang Shen nodded. He felt a little uncomfortable when he stood up. His pants were too tight. He didn't notice it when he just started to split and twitch. He realized how powerful he was in the past.

Tan Lingling watched her son cover her under one hand and change her shoes with awkward hands, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

Jiang Shen: "..."

Teacher Lin kindly comforted him: "It's normal for boys, I'll change my looser pants next time."

Tan Lingling helped Jiang Shen take off her shoes and was about to return them to return them. Teacher Lin pushed them back: "Let's give him this shoe, go back and change one strap, and you can wear it for a while."

Tan Lingling knew that she was kind-hearted, so she stopped and whispered embarrassedly: "This young boy is so tall that he has to change his shoes he usually wears..."

When Chao Sun went out and Mu Shen came home, Tan Lingling called Jiang Shen, the boy rubbed his eyes sleepily. When he was asleep, he was still pinching the ballet shoes in his hand. Now it seemed that the soles of the shoes were deformed.

Tan Lingling held his hand and asked, "Does the legs hurt?"

Jiang Shen yawned: "It doesn't hurt."

Tan Lingling: "What else can I bear when I get home? I will say it if I feel pain."

Jiang Shen thought for a while and said honestly: "There is still a little bit..."

Tan Lingling laughed at her son twice.

When he returned, Jiang Luoshan had already cooked the meal. Tony was in circles in the yard with great confidence. When he saw Jiang Shen and Tan Lingling, he spread his wings and slapped hard.

Tan Lingling went into the house to feed the chicken food. Jiang Luoshan looked at the ballet shoes in his son's hand and said nothing.

The family sat together for dinner. When they were packing the dishes, the dog hair came to call Jiang Shen to catch birds. Jiang Luoshan waved his hand and said, "Go to play."

Jiang Shen and Dogmao left.

Tan Lingling washed the dishes, took out the needle and thread from the house, moved a stool and sat at the gate of the yard. Jiang Luoshan held a charcoal basin and placed it at her feet.

The two of them talked for a while, Jiang Luoshan fiddled with the charcoal fire and asked, "Have you paid the tuition?"

"I've handed over." Tan Lingling held up the needle and thread and scratched her hair. She found a few new ribbons, removed the old ones from the ballet shoes, and slowly sewed them on them. "How much money do we have left?"

Jiang Luoshan looked at her sewing shoes: "Don't worry about money, I'll work harder every day, and I'll get a good harvest in September this year."

Tan Lingling sighed. She lowered her head and sewed her shoes very quickly, but her tone was not relaxed: "I could have bought a rice transplanter... You will be tired again in April and May this year, can you stand it?"

Jiang Luoshan: "What can I not stand as a big man?"

Tan Lingling gave him anger: "You, your son is like you. He has suffered any hardships and doesn't say anything about his fatigue or pain."

Jiang Luoshan smiled and said nothing, and he asked, "How is our son dancing?"

Tan Lingling smiled and said, "I haven't started learning yet, so I've practiced some tampering, stretching, and splits today? Oh, it hurts when I look at it." After a pause, she said, "But Shinko likes it."

Jiang Luoshan's expression became complicated again, and after a while, he slowly said: "You said, why did our son suddenly like to dance? He is not a little girl..."

Tan Lingling rolled her eyes: "What era is it? What's wrong with not being a little girl? Maybe our family can have a dancer in the future."

Jiang Luoshan smiled and listened to his own *blocked keywords* and said "dream talk", while stretching out his hand to fiddle with the charcoal fire, and bright red stars flew up dots.
Chapter completed!