Chapter 480

The little guy got tired of being crooked in his father's arms for a while, and was put on the ground again by his father. Han Mo saw the little pencil in the child's hand and gently rubbed the child's head.

"Dad, I'm doing my homework." The little guy said proudly.

"Wow, we Xuanxuan can do our homework." Han Mo deliberately exaggerated his expression.

The little guy was even more proud. She was very excited when she did her formal homework for the first time today.

Shuya also came out of Xuanxuan's small room. She knew that Han Mo would come back today, so she didn't arrange work in advance. She came early and just helped the little guy with his homework.

Han Mo and Shuya looked at each other. They both showed the warmth of missing each other for a day, but Shuya glanced at the little guy again, and there was some helplessness between his eyebrows.

Han Mo pinched the child's face. "Does Xuanxuan like to do her homework?"

The little guy nodded hard. "I like doing homework. Yuxuan likes doing homework best."

After the summer vacation, Xuanxuan will change from a child in a small class to a child in a middle class.

In small classes, in fact, kindergartens still focus on playing. Children usually have homework, but they are all manual, painting, singing and dancing. However, after the middle class, they have to learn some simple addition and subtraction methods.

In the past, Han Mo indulged the little guy in this aspect. He didn't want to use exam oriented education to surround the child's innocent and free heart. Moreover, the child is also very small. He doesn't change. He wants to tie the child completely now, so Han Mo only let the little guy do what she wants to do.

For example, painting, singing and dancing, others don't care about her.

Many children's parents have learned simple addition and subtraction and recited many ancient poems since they were very young. In this regard, Xuanxuan is not forced to do things she doesn't like at a young age like other children.

Han Mo always thought that if he didn't teach her those simple math problems, his children would learn them sooner or later. Now, children don't understand the meaning of the poem at all. Even if they recite it, they just memorize it by rote. It can't last long. Many children can recite a lot when they were young and forget it when they grow up.

Han Mo thinks that children in kindergarten mainly focus on cultivating interest, so they don't spend more time on learning.

At the moment, Han Mo is still very happy that the children show a strong interest in learning.

Originally, the middle class began to learn simple math problems, but teacher Ding Rou sent the exercise book to the children. It is not a few days from the beginning of the summer vacation. It is also convenient for parents to teach their children to learn in advance during the summer vacation.

Just now Shuya was teaching the little guy arithmetic in the room.

However

Half an hour ago

"Xuanxuan, one plus one equals two." Shuya thinks this problem is not difficult at all. It's too simple. Although she hasn't taught children before, she doesn't need to use her brain for this common sense math problem.

The exercise book given by teacher Ding Rou is also matched with a small tool for learning mathematics, a small colored wooden stick, which is helpful to demonstrate the addition and subtraction method.

Shuya put a red stick and a green stick together and showed them to the little guy.

Xuanxuan took out another yellow stick from a handful of sticks and put it in the middle of red and green. Her naive big eyes flickered, and her fleshy little face smiled and said, "Mom, you made a mistake. One plus one is equal to three."

Shu Ya shook her head, then gently took out the yellow stick, "no, Xuanxuan, one plus one equals two."

"No, one plus one is three." The little guy put the yellow stick between red and green again.

Shuya is still very patient, thinking that she may have overestimated her child. After all, she has never been in contact with mathematics before. Although adults think it is simple, it may not be with the child. She decided to explain to the little guy again.

"Yuxuan, you see, we have one and one here. There is no yellow one." With that, Shuya picked up the yellow stick again.

At first, the smiling little guy suddenly became serious. "No, dad said that dad and mom are equal to three of our family." While correcting his mother, the little guy put the yellow stick between red and green.

Shu Ya was stunned for a moment. She remembered Han Mo said, but the scene at that time was not a mathematical problem, but a more abstract description. Now she can't deny that her father and mother are equal to three in a family, but she can't say that one plus one is equal to three, because one plus one is clearly equal to two.

Shuya picked up the little yellow stick again. "Look, Xuanxuan, a green one and a red one don't have a third one, so it's equal to two."

The little guy saw that his mother picked up the small yellow wooden stick representing him again. He couldn't control his grievance anymore. Wow, he cried out, "Mom, don't you want Xuanxuan? Why take Xuanxuan out? "

Shuya didn't expect the child to have such a reaction. She was at a loss for a moment. She quickly held the little guy in her arms. "Mom doesn't mean that. Why doesn't mom want Xuanxuan? Mom loves Xuanxuan most."

Shuya comforted the little guy for a while. The little guy's mood calmed down a little. The original math problem became a practice of writing numbers in a book.

The little guy dried his tears and wrote Arabic numerals in his book very seriously.

......

When my father came back, the little guy wanted to show that he was serious about his study and took my father to watch her write.

At this time, Shu Yacai quietly told Han Mo what had just happened. She really didn't know how to tell the child that one plus one was not equal to three, but equal to two. It seems that in the child's naive cerebellar cavity, her statement is not wrong.

Han Mo couldn't help laughing after hearing the "interesting" story of Shuya and Xuanxuan.

Shuya gently pinched Han Mo's waist, "you still laugh, just the crooked reason you taught."

"How can you blame me? What we Xuanxuan said is right. If I add you, wouldn't it be the three of us?"

Shuya pinched Han Mo again in the position just now.

Han Mo got up, stood next to the little guy and watched the child write for a while.

Xuanxuan is very serious, because she often draws, holds a pen very steadily, and writes numbers very beautifully.

The little guy showed the full page to his father. He was very proud, "Dad, this is Xuanxuan's homework today."

Han Mo attached himself and said with a smile, "we Xuanxuan wrote great." Then he nodded, "this is the first homework. Now let's learn the second homework."

The little guy stared, waiting for his father to teach her something new.

Han Mo took out a red stick and a green stick again.

The little guy saw the two little sticks and was ready to go to the yellow stick.

Han Mo immediately said, "Dad and mom are equal to three people in our family, when our family is the unit, but Xuanxuan is learning arithmetic today, so one plus one is not equal to three."

The little guy doesn't quite understand what his father means.

Han Mo gently rubbed the child's head, then picked up a green stick and handed the other red one to Shuya.

"Now, dad gives Xuanxuan a small wooden stick." Han Mo gently put the stick in his hand into Xuanxuan's heart, "Mom, give Xuanxuan another one." Shuya also put one of her hands into Xuanxuan's small palm.

A red stick and a green stick were in the little guy's palm. She looked down at her palm.

"How many sticks are there in Xuanxuan's palm now?" Han Mo asked.

The little guy looked at what his mother gave and his father gave, as if he suddenly understood something. His chubby face was filled with a smile, "Xuanxuan now has two small wooden sticks!"

Shuya couldn't believe looking at Han mo. just now, the problem that one plus one was equal to several that was going to break her down was solved by Han Mo effortlessly.

Han Mo pinched Xuanxuan's pink face, "we Xuanxuan are right."