Chapter 547： The gap is too big

Chapter 547 The gap is too big

"How could I go home noisily? I also want to be famous all over the world like Teacher Xiao An," Shan Ziwei said with a groan.

An Zhixia nodded understandingly, the little girl has a dream of becoming a star.

“You are still young now and there is not much you can do, but as long as you can work hard to integrate into the Ding family and bring happiness to the family, this is more important than anything else.

At least you have passed happiness to your family and many viewers in front of the TV. Everyone will remember a beautiful, cute and heart-warming little girl named Shan Ziwei. "

"Is it that simple?" Shan Ziwei wrinkled her nose, "Okay, let me try it first."

Even though she said this, her little head still thinks that money can only measure the value of her contribution.

Shan Ziwei is only seven years old. Even though she goes to school in the morning, has started enlightenment early and signed up for many interest classes, she is still just a proud, kind-hearted and ambitious little girl.

As soon as she woke up, washed up and had dinner, she helped Grandma Ding clear the dishes and clean the table. Then she took out her notebook and pen, leaned on the table and chewed the tip of the pen, thinking, and wrote something in the notebook from time to time.

Everyone is very curious about what the serious little girl wrote, but unfortunately the camera is a bit far away and cannot be seen clearly.

After spending a whole morning, the little girl finally let out a long breath, picked up the book with satisfaction, smiled sweetly and said to Grandma Ding who was picking up the soles of her shoes: "Grandma, I'm going to start a class!"

Grandma Ding was stunned, "What? What are you going to drive?"

Shan Ziwei packed her things and said with a smile: "Grandma, I think Teacher Xiao An is right. In fact, to do big things, I don't necessarily have to make the same amount of money as Sister Tuoyhan.

I can donate the money I earn, but it is only a one-time donation and can help very few children.

However, I have been learning to dance, sing and play the piano since I was three years old. I have been studying for more than four years now. The teacher said that as long as I persist, I can enter the art troupe and become the best member. Maybe I can represent the country abroad. Participating in the competition.

Many children have poor family conditions and do not have the opportunity to study, so I want to teach everyone what I have learned.

In fact, it is very simple to insist on practicing basic skills in singing and dancing every day. It is just that children do not have teachers to lead them through the door. They miss the most critical period of childhood, and it will be much more difficult to learn in the future. "

Grandma Ding smiled and nodded: "Weiwei is going to be a little teacher? That would be great!"

"Nai, can you help me talk to the big guys?" She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment at this time, "I don't want any money. Anyway, the big guys are at home in winter and don't have to work, so we just gathered the children here. Learn to dance and sing together.”

Grandma Ding glanced at her, not wanting to dampen the child's enthusiasm. She thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll talk to the village chief and ask him to use the loudspeaker to broadcast it to you.

The little kid who wants to come and learn from you doesn’t need to bring anything, but he has to bring some firewood to burn the kang. "

Shan Ziwei hummed and said confidently: "Mistress, you told the village chief that as long as you learn the basic skills of singing and dancing, stick to it every day, and then at least go to junior high school, you will definitely be able to join the art troupe in the future!"

Grandma Ding responded, tidied up her work a little, patted the dust on her body, put on thick clothes, put on a headscarf, and went out holding two eggs.

Shan Ziwei called Father Ding to help tidy up the small cubicle. The long desk was placed against the wall, which served as a shelf for practicing.

Because the kang inside was hot, the cubicle was not cold.

She put on looser clothes and dancing shoes, and began to stretch while humming to herself. After she went through the warm-up exercises and danced a few more times, the speakers outside began to blare. .

“Attention villagers of Xuxi Village, please pay attention to villagers of Xuxi Village, now I am announcing a happy event. If you have a baby at home who wants to learn to sing and dance, you can sign up at Ding Lili’s home, and you only need to bring a small bundle of firewood to burn the kang!

…”

The village chief also told Grandma Ding’s instructions about the recruitment requirements for the cultural troupe, and repeated it three times.

Shan Ziwei was slightly excited and looked outside from time to time, thinking that many children would sign up later. I must teach them everything I have to give them the opportunity to fly out of the mountain village and have a broader future.

But when Grandma Ding came back to prepare lunch, Shan Ziwei finished quickly and continued to immerse herself in writing a training plan. However, when it got dark, not a single child came.

"Breast?" Shan Ziwei's eyes were a little red, and she asked very puzzledly: "Why? Isn't it good to go to the art troupe? Many families in the city spend a lot of money to send their children to learn singing and dancing, just to be able to enter In the art troupe, life is guaranteed and you can find a good partner!”

Grandma Ding touched her head and sighed and said: "Child, this is a rural area. Although there is not much work in winter, the children still help the family with some things, such as twisting hemp rope, making knots, picking up shoe soles, and making bamboo collars. They can make baskets, weave baskets, etc., or help the adults look after the children.

The most important thing is that there are very few people who can read out a junior high school diploma, and they have been practicing singing and dancing since they were young. Who has the perseverance and hard work? "

Shan Ziwei pursed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

You teach for free and no one comes to study. The gap between reality and ideal is too big, right?

She had no idea of ​​this cruel and shocking reality.

"But don't be impatient. Look at tomorrow. Maybe someone will come tomorrow?" Grandma Ding comforted her.

Shan Ziwei nodded, lying on the table miserably, looking at the two pages she had written, with her back to Grandma Ding, and two tears streaming down her face silently.

No matter how silent and patient she was, Grandma Ding was aware of the shrug of her little shoulders and the slightly unusual sniffling sound.

Grandma Ding shook her head in amusement, and thought about going out to her eldest son's house and rushing through the door.

The old man opened the door and saw his mother-in-law. He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked up at the sun in the sky.

“Why, the old lady is not welcome to come in?” Mrs. Ding said with a long face.

"Welcome, welcome, come in, mother," Aunt Ding welcomed the person through the door dreamily.

Uncle Ding rubbed his hands and smiled silly at Old Lady Ding, "Mom, here you are, sit down, Xiang'er will go and make some brown sugar and egg water for your milk."

Mrs. Ding sat on the wicker chair calmly, "Okay, I'm not here to get you to eat it all. Did you hear what the speaker said just now?"

"I heard, why did you sign up to learn dancing and singing from the third child? When you get your junior high school diploma, you can take the art troupe exam. If you pass the exam, you will have a job in the country." Aunt Ding nodded, "Mom, we are a farmer's child. It’s good to have finished elementary school and graduated from junior high school, let alone passed any exams.”

(End of this chapter)