PDLP Chapter 1860 A Gift for Every Child
Chapter 1860 A Gift for Every Child
His mother used to hate it when he played with toys, saying that it was a waste of time and that it would be better to spend more time reading books.
So, Xuanzai has never received a toy from his mother in all his years.
He used to watch Aunt Shen buy toys for Caibao, and he was so envious he almost cried.
So, he's finally going to get a toy this time? And it's his mom buying it for him!
He walked over happily. He would cherish it and take it to Jing City so he could play with it every day!
Jiang An bought a lot of things for his son.
I took them out one by one and showed them to him.
"Look, Mom bought you an educational puzzle. Playing with this can help develop your thinking skills."
It's best to be less foolish and more intelligent.
"And these practice questions, you'll be starting elementary school soon, you need to start learning the elementary school curriculum in advance."
I heard that the old man has stopped Xuanzai's extracurricular tutoring and is going to implement some kind of "happy education."
You're crazy, you're senile!
Anyone who believes in "happy education" these days is an idiot!
Everyone else is running forward with all their might. They had already won at the starting line, but they were still foolishly running back. In Xuanzai's case, he had to be a slow bird that flies first, so he even started to implement happy education.
The beggars outside are the happiest; let Xuanzai go begging in the future!
Being poor and happy is simply because the poor have no money, so all they have is to be foolishly happy.
The happiness of the rich is unimaginable to the poor!
"And the Rubik's Cube, the Nine Links..."
Every time Jiang An took out something, Xuanzai's face darkened a little more.
When the robot and toy car gun were brought out, Xuanzai's bright eyes dimmed completely.
His mother brought him a ton of things, lots and lots, but—
"Thank you, Mom, I'm very happy..."
A chubby little hand pressed against the back of his head and forcefully pulled it away, saying, "Tsk! Go pull me over there!"
Xuanzai almost fell headfirst; if Wenying hadn't been there and caught him in time, Xuanzai would have definitely fallen to the ground.
It's clear that Caibao truly showed no mercy.
She stood there, hands on her hips, and asked Jiang An in a crisp voice, "Auntie, how did you do that?"
Jiang An was incredibly annoyed by this fat brat who kept interrupting her bonding process with her son, and she really wanted to slap her.
"How could you hit Xuanzai? You're crazy! I hate violent kids like you, just like your mother..."
Caibao interrupted her without any politeness: "Auntie, everything you gave me is exactly what Xuanzai hates the most!"
Jiang An paused, looking at her: "What did you say?"
“That’s right!” Caibao nodded to Haozai: “You tell me, what does Xuanzai like?”
Haozai was chosen by Sister Caibao again, and he was overjoyed. He puffed out his chest and swaggered forward, saying loudly, "Xuanzai loves dolls the most, especially Labubu. I just gave him a big Labubu, and he was so touched that he cried."
Xuanzai blushed; he really liked it... It was so cute and adorable. Haozai's gift had touched his heart.
Jiang An gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to curse.
A boy who doesn't like cars or guns, but likes stuff like rag dolls! She wanted to slap him!! Who raised her son to be so effeminate? It must be this fat brat!!!
Caibao then asked Lele, "What else does Xuanzai like?"
Lele looked at the chessboard Jiang An had given her: "He likes to draw, but he doesn't like to play chess."
Xuanzai has absolutely no talent for chess. Although they were classmates in a chess class, you can't learn anything you don't like by forcing yourself.
So the parting gift he gave to Xuanzai was a set of watercolor pens.
Xuanzai is thoughtful and has a natural talent for drawing. His art teacher says that his personal world is vibrant and colorful.
Caibao pointed to another child: "Tell me another one, what does Xuanzai like?"
“He likes the harmonica but not the piano. Auntie, what kind of sheet music are you going to give him? Xuanzai hates playing the piano the most.”
Jiang An's expression was beyond just looking ugly.
Why would you prefer a harmonica, which is so incredibly low-class, to a perfectly good piano?
Although they are both pianos, they are worlds apart in quality, okay?
Imagine, at a high-society banquet, how stunning would it be to play a piano piece? What decent person would play the harmonica?
It's not presentable.
Caibao looked at Jiang An: "Xuanzai likes dolls, but not cars or robots. He likes to draw and play the harmonica. He can draw very well and play beautiful tunes."
Sister Caibao praised him, and Xuanzai's face turned red. He puffed out his chest, completely forgetting that he had almost been slapped two miles away by Caibao before.
Sister Caibao slapped him because she treated him like a little brother. If you put someone else in her shoes, see if she would be too lazy to do it.
“He doesn’t like puzzles, Rubik’s Cubes, or the Nine Links puzzle, and he especially dislikes doing practice problems and playing chess.” Caibao’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Jiang An: “So Auntie, I’m asking you, how did you manage to give so many gifts, and not a single one of them is something Xuanzai likes?”
Jiang An was both ashamed and angry. She looked up at the group of children, all of whom were looking at her with mocking expressions. As for Chen Jin, the old man's close subordinate, whom even the arrogant Jiang An dared not offend, he looked at her with a complicated and inexplicable gaze.
It's like... saying, how can you, as a mother, perfectly avoid all of your son's preferences?
Why are all the gifts given to Xuanzai the things he hates the most?
Jiang An had never been in such a predicament, especially not because of a chubby kid.
Feeling both ashamed and furious, she exploded.
“What do you know? Xuanzai is still a child, he doesn’t understand. Of course he doesn’t like studying or making progress. He only likes to play. But how can we, as parents, let our child do whatever he wants?”
“I am his biological mother, and he is my biological son. How could I not want what's best for him? Would I possibly harm him?”
"Delicious food is often unhealthy, and healthy food is often unappetizing. Do you understand the same principle?"
“But you don’t know him.” Caibao nodded: “Do you know how fast he learns English? Do you know how much he loves reading English picture books? Do you know he can already have a conversation with his teacher? Do you know his teacher praises him every day?”
She...doesn't know.
How could she know?
Jiang An had no idea that Xuanzai was fluent in English, and that he always listened to her in silence.
“My dad said that every child brings a different gift from heaven, some with more and some with less, but we all came with gifts, and there is no distinction between high and low, noble and lowly.”
"Whether it's a piano or a harmonica, as long as Xuanzai likes it, it's the best."
Xuanzai looked at Caibao with teary eyes, sobbing... Was he also a child carrying a gift? Did God not leave him behind?
Thank God.