Chapter 229 Accordion

Naituanzi Minghan: "Okay."

Brother Mingrui has also finished writing, and beside him are the principal and several teachers.

“Fangzhengzheng, Luo Mingrui, you write the word very well.”

The principal looked at Xiao Mingrui's writing and handed the notebook to the child's class teacher: "Teacher Cui, take a look."

After reading it, Teacher Cui was full of smiles and praised: "Compared with before the summer vacation, Luo Mingrui's handwriting has improved greatly today." Several other teachers also took a look, and some parents were curious and gathered around to circulate Xiao Mingrui's writing. word.

There were constant sounds of admiration in his mouth.

At this time, Jiang Li inadvertently saw an accordion on a desk. This was an antique musical instrument for her. She had seen it in her grandfather's collection and learned how to play it from her grandfather.

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

Since the elder passed away unexpectedly not long after he gave him the accordion, in the following days, in order to commemorate the elder, he would take out the accordion given by him and play a song as a memorial to him on his memorial day.

Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Jiang Li whispered in the principal's ear. The next moment, the principal nodded, and then Jiang Li moved to the desk where the accordion was placed.

Picking up the accordion and holding it on her chest, she lowered her eyes to familiarize herself with the keyboard and the buttons used for rhythm accompaniment and playing melody. She tried playing a few more notes, and then she turned her attention to the three Xiao Mingrui's again.

At the same time, everyone in the office was also looking at her.

Jiang Li's expression was as usual and she didn't care at all about the looks that fell on her. She nodded lightly to the three little cubs, and saw that the three little Mingrui understood what she meant and stood in rows at an arm's length apart. In the eyes of the foxes, Showing a full smile.

The prelude sounded, and after a moment, the three little ones made gestures and sang a song with their cute milky voices.

Well, my brother Mingrui’s singing voice is not loud, but his gesture dance is very good.

“…There are seven or eight visitors in the mortal world, orioles are chirping, watching the water flowing on the small bridge to whose house, listening to the pipa’s chirping, swallows densely packed, the small town is painting another round of winter and summer…”

Before Jiang Li came to this world, she was scrolling through videos on her mobile phone one day and came across a very nice song. Well, it was the song she was playing on the accordion. The song was accompanied by a gesture dance performed by a group of children. .

If I remember correctly, her eyes stayed on that video for about two or three minutes.

This is quite unbelievable for her with her busy schedule.

Therefore, even if I live in another world, the impression still remains.

During the summer vacation, on a whim, she taught the three Zaizai two or three familiar children's songs, and by the way, she also taught the song that she had seen a child perform a hand dance.

Because the lyrics and music are lively and playful, and easy to learn, the three little Zaizai learned it very quickly.

No, she only played it once on the accordion, and the children present followed Xiao Mingrui and started singing and making gestures with their little hands.

The principal and several teachers all smiled and looked at the little ones who were singing and making gestures.

The parents all looked at their children with smiles on their faces, their eyes full of love.

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

She saw two lesbians walking out from among the parents, and they stood still in front of her. One of them said apologetically: "Hello, comrade, are you the mother of classmate Luo Mingwei?!

There are still updates. . .

(End of this chapter)