Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 224: What About the Costumes?

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: What About the Costumes?

The parents of these students knew their children were learning dance here at the school, and sometimes the school provided meals and snacks. Unprompted, they all brought lots of things like vegetables and eggs. People at present are simple-hearted, unlike in the future, where they might become craftier and more self-serving. In truth, Qin Xiangnuan still adored this place; it was not that society did not advance, but that it compelled people’s hearts to change, not because they were selfish, but rather forced to be so by circumstances.

Jian Zhiqing came over, carrying the ceaselessly crying Taotao. The little fellow’s eyes and nose were red, making him look like a bunny. Qin Xiangnuan had made him a rabbit costume, complete with long ears on the hat, making him look even more like a little white rabbit.

"What’s wrong with him?" Qin Xiangnuan gently poked the little cute baby’s cheek.

Had he missed a meal or a drink? Every day, an egg, a cup of milk, never missed; here, his diet was the most exquisite, even more so than hers, the owner of the house. What could he be dissatisfied with to cry like this?

"He wants to dance with others," Jian Zhiqing, one arm cradling the little chubby boy, the other rubbing her forehead, said, "When I refused, he cried. I just scolded him a little, and look, he turned out like this. What should we do?"

Qin Xiangnuan took the little chubby boy and set him on the ground, casually sitting down beside him.

"Taotao, dance one for big sister."

The little chubby boy immediately stopped crying. Swinging his little butt, he sang and danced the Sakura Dance.

"This little guy dances quite well," Jian Zhiqin ran over and squatted down to watch his chubby little cousin dance. Although sometimes his movements were not quite right, considering he was only slightly over three years old, dancing like this was already beyond expectations.

Taotao lifted his little head, looking proud, and continued singing and dancing.

"Let’s include him," Jian Zhiqing considered for a moment before finally saying, which might bring unexpected effects.

Qin Xiangnuan also felt it was a good idea.

"We can try it first."

She took the little chubby boy by the hand, arranging him in the lineup. Because they added one little chubby boy, many things had to change. Qin Xiangnuan wasn’t experienced in this, but Jian Zhiqing had quite a few great suggestions.

The little chubby boy performed very well, unafraid of hardship, never complaining of fatigue, practicing with the older brothers and sisters. Because Jian Zhiqing had threatened him—if he dared not dance, cried, or acted cute again, he would not be allowed to dance. The little chubby boy had a stubborn temperament, perhaps typical of the Jians; even the little chubby boy, who carried half the Jian bloodline, was the same—a very stubborn child.

For the dance aspect, Qin Xiangnuan felt there was absolutely no problem, which was quite unexpected for her, all prompted by a single remark from Jian Zhiqing.

"Nuannuan, have you considered what they should wear? Uniform clothing is very important for adding points to the performance. They have put in a lot of effort previously, even with the recordings, searching and recording it over and over again to get it right, not to mention the children’s practice for nearly a month that can be described as literally soul-draining. These children aren’t young and inexperienced with hardships. Every day they move about, each keeping silent, including Jian Zhiqin, whose arms and legs would ache terribly at night. Fortunately, no one has dropped out; everyone now feels a sense of collective honor, dedicated to the class as a whole, and no one speaks of giving up."

They all had worked so hard; how could they not desire good results?