Fushangshen Parenting Collection

Although Liu Xing's flute is bad, but Fu Sangshen feels very lucky.

"Fortunately, the school doesn't teach the violin." Mutsumori, who is most familiar with foreign goods, sighed, "If you don't play the flute well, it's brainwashing at best...If you don't play the violin well...it will be fatal."

This is basically the case with all stringed instruments. Laymen can’t master the strings and frets, and it’s easy to play a good tune like...the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard or glass.

After hearing these words, everyone was terrified.

Liu Xing was also very sad.

Although he thought he was stupid before, it was the first time he felt so stupid.

I can't press a small hole well.

Song Xian was also very helpless.

He is proficient in various traditional musical instruments, not only the flute, but he is also good at the guqin, shamisen, erhu, etc. - but it is very difficult to teach Shang Liuxing.

But he is not in a hurry.Utasen Kanesada, who is only learning this matter and usually has no patience, showed full patience.

Liu Xing couldn't press the right hole position, so he stood behind Liu Xing. Every time Liu Xing blew a note, he moved Liu Xing's little finger to a hole position, and he really achieved hands-on teaching.

But Liu Xing became more and more chaotic, and the more he practiced, the worse he became.

Utasen Kanesada couldn't find the reason, and Ryuhoi himself didn't understand it either.

As a result, after teaching for more than a week, Liu Xing could only play three songs, Happy Birthday, Happy New Year, and Merry Christmas.

"...Are you going to make every holiday happy again?" Yao Yan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose speechlessly: "The reason why Master Liu Xing can't make progress is because you push too hard!"

Probably because the music stimulated him too much, Liu Xing gradually understood what shame is, and recently he didn't dare to play the flute in front of other Fusangshen. He had to close the door every time he had a music class, but he didn't know how to close the door. The sound can still be transmitted outside.

Ashamed, nervous, plus the pressure brought by Kasen Kanesada's urgency, how could Liuxing learn well?

Ge Xian reflected for a while, but was still a little unconvinced.

"My requirements are not too harsh. It's not that I want him to be proficient in everything..." He stuffed his hands into his armholes, and muttered softly, "Just...you should be able to do everything..."

Yao Yan sighed, trying to explain the facts to Ge Xian, "Although many parents who value their children's education will give their children extra lessons before school...but I think that extra lessons should be based on the child's interests, and instill all unfamiliar knowledge in one brain Giving it to him will only cause the child to lose energy and get twice the result with half the effort, won't it?"

"...I see." Song Xian sighed, and gave up the idea of ​​letting Liu Xing continue to learn musical instruments.

Maybe when I go to school in the future and have friends to learn the flute together, it will arouse Liu Xing's interest instead.

But when Ge Xian told Liu Xing about this decision, Liu Xing was not happy at all.

The little guy was silent for a long time, and took the initiative to make a request to Song Xian: "Don't... don't stop learning, I still want to learn!"

"Why?" Song Xian asked him, "A few days ago, I was too tired, my arms were sore, and my mouth hurt, why do you want to continue now?"

Although Ge Xian is strict, he only focuses on Liu Xing's study and etiquette. At other times, his pampering towards Liu Xing is no less than that of Candlestick Qie - the small stairs going up and down the closet in Liu Xing's room were made by Ge Xian himself.

Although I feel that sleeping in the closet is not very elegant, and coolie labor is not in line with his style...but the small stairs he made are very suitable for Liu Xing's height. knife pattern.

According to him, to do it is to be the best.

But today he made an exception and chose to retreat... I didn't expect the little guy to be ungrateful.

Liu Xing balked and refused to say why, so Ge ​​Xian stretched out his hands to pinch the pathetic bit of soft flesh on Liu Xing's cheek, and then let go after finishing his appetite: "Speak!"

Liu Xing was so frightened that he blurted out: "I don't want to continue, although I'm tired, but I want to continue... and... being willful and lazy is not good, you will become a bad boy!"

"Huh?" Song Xian was puzzled: "What bad boy?" Liu Xing's 'good boy theory' hadn't been talked about very much these days, but when he heard it suddenly, Song Xian was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Liu Xing wrinkled her small face: "In the cartoon I watched yesterday, there was a child who didn't like to eat shiitake mushrooms, and his mother wouldn't let him eat them; he didn't like to walk, so his mother always hugged him; It is said that the child made mistakes first, but when he grows up, the child becomes a very bad, very bad big child!"

"..." Kasen Kanesada thinks that whether he learns music or not has little to do with whether he becomes a bad person—and the hierarchical relationship between children and older children is not used in this way.

He was about to correct Liu Xing's misunderstanding, Liu Xing said nervously: "Mom, you can't let me develop bad habits!"

"It's not bad if you don't learn music...what do you call me?" Ge Xian wondered if he had heard something wrong.

Liu Xing hurriedly covered her small mouth, her eyes frantically looking around.

Ge Xian narrowed her eyes, took off Liu Xing's little hand covering her mouth, and said threateningly: "You, what did you call me just now?"

"...I...I, I, yelling..." Liu Xing stuttered in fright, faltering and faltering, trying to hide it, and her head was sweating with guilt.

Although he was instigated by Tsurumaru to call Gexian mother before, he was stopped by Candlestick Kiri.

Candlestick said that if he dared to shout, Tsurumaru might have to sweep the stables for a year.

Sweeping the stables was hard work, he didn't want Tsurumaru to do it for a whole year...that would be four seasons combined, it would be a long, long time!

"Who made you call that?" Kasen Kanesada asked.

Liu Xing shrank her neck and dared not speak.

When Kasen Kanesada saw Liu Xing's little quail, he was furious.

Little scoundrel, you still dare to cover up a crime... No, it doesn't have to be Liu Xing's problem, it must be someone who said something behind his back—who taught the little lord badly!

Song Xian Jianding had a blue vein on his forehead, but the smile on his face grew wider: "You protect him, so you are not afraid that I will be angry?"

Liu Xing secretly glanced at Ge Xian, then again, hesitating: "I... I'm afraid... But... But... Will you be even angrier if you say it?"

"If you confess, I will spare Tsurumaru."

Liu Xing was very pleasantly surprised: "That's great!"

"..." Song Xian rolled up his sleeves: "It really is him."

The culprit was identified in a few simple sentences, and Ge Xian went to find He Wan, and before leaving, he grabbed Liu Xing's little face and sneered: "If you dare to scream again, just copy a hundred big characters for me, do you hear me?"

"Okay... okay..."

Liu Xing sat in the room aggrieved, not understanding how Tsurumaru was exposed for a long time.

The last one played the flute.

In the intermittent Happy New Year, Tsurumaru's screams spread throughout the entire Honmaru.

In fact, there are other reasons why Liu Xing wants to learn the flute so actively - the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was first a Chinese festival, and it was spread to Japan a long time ago, but the cultural customs are different in different places. Chinese people eat mooncakes on Mid-Autumn Festival, but Japanese eat dumpling on Mid-Autumn Festival. The story and the meaning of the festival are also different. The Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival requires the reunion of people with a full moon, but the Japanese Mid-Autumn Festival cannot forget the moon feast.

The Fusangshen were happily discussing the Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation banquet, and made an appointment for everyone to perform on stage at that time.

Even Liu Xing was not ruled out.

Liu Xing has never celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival since he was a child, so since the Fusang Gods confirmed the date, Liu Xing has been looking forward to this day very much.However, the little guy didn't have anything to hand, so he couldn't perform cutouts on stage...he had to hurry up and practice his flute.

For the sake of more people and more excitement——everyone also grabbed the forging knife, and strived to have more friends to make a fuss together during the Mid-Autumn Festival at the end of the month.

Therefore, although the moon feast is at the end of the month, preparations for many things will begin at the beginning of the month.

"Master Liu Xing," Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro stood outside the door, bowing slightly, "The time for music class is over."

Liu Xing put down the flute, held her sore cheeks and sighed: "Why does my flute always play so badly..." He had practiced many times, but he still couldn't press the holes correctly.

"...Because you are too nervous." A gust of wind blew, and Yamabuchi pulled his quilt uncomfortably.

Liu Xing played the flute more vigorously when he was nervous, and the sound was naturally loud. When his strength was exhausted in the first half, the pitch became uneven in the second half. Can't press it.

"Then...then what should I do?" Liu Xing said worriedly: "What should I do if I get nervous during the performance?"

Thinking of the countless pairs of eyes staring at her around her, even if the owner of those eyes was Fu Sangshen, Liu Xing couldn't help shivering.

He wrinkled his face and hid in the blanket cut by Yamabuchi.

Yamabashi Kirihiro: "..."

Most recently, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro is serving as a personal attendant.

The biggest advantage of having Yamabuki as a close attendant is that if Liu Xing doesn't want to wear a hat, he can hide in Shanbuki's quilt.

Yamabuki Kunihiro was the only Fusangshin who Ryuxing wanted to get close to when they first met.

It's not a normal reason such as being able to talk or being good-looking, but Liu Xing feels that he smells a 'same kind'.

Liu Xing has always liked to distinguish strangers by smell, like Yamabuki Kunihiro, who happened to have a smell that Liu Xing felt familiar with, and because of this, he quickly became close to Yamabaki.

Kunihiro Yamababa knew nothing about it.

He even expressed 12 doubts about the cowardly, shy, somewhat inarticulate but very nagging little princess from his colleagues.

"Will Yamabuki perform at the banquet?" Liu Xing grabbed Yamabuki's sheet, Yamabuki took a step, and he followed, successfully dragging Yamabuki's speed to the slowest.

"...I won't." Yamabachi was worried about stepping on the little lord, and would look down worriedly every few steps.

"Oh..." Liu Xing turned his head, a little disappointed, but he didn't ask why Yamabagiri didn't perform.

Because he knew very well that Yamabuchi, like him, didn't like being watched.

But... In order to have a moon feast for a while, he needs to have a show that can be presented and won't be laughed at by everyone no matter what!

The author has something to say: let Yamabukiri play with Liu Xing, and let Candlesticker go offline first.

Also, I haven't decided which school Liu Xing will go to... Let me procrastinate... After the autumn (.