was right not to go home.
Facing the window, Lu Yang shouted three times in a row. The setting sun by the window turned into afterglow and was hidden in the twilight in the corner. After three times, the shout gradually turned into a roar.
was right not to go home.
Almost every naughty child will always say one or two seemingly pleasant words when faced with troubled parents.
However, it just seems satisfying.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener melts into his heart.
As Lu Yang's number one and only fan, Lu Qian clearly knew how annoying the role she played in her son's venting words was.
Ask yourself, she just wants to get rid of the label of a loving mother.
Isn’t it said that a loving mother often loses her son?
Take last week as an example. The children were on vacation and were sitting on the sofa at home watching their mobile phones. The leisure almost overflowed on their little faces. Then look at other people’s children sitting at their desks, studying hard for the five-year high school entrance exam and the three-year simulation.
Thinking of this, she was so angry that she rushed forward, took the mobile phone from her son's hand, and threw it on the floor.
The newly decorated floor tiles were smooth and white, and the phone fell to the ground with a sound, drawing unsightly concentric circles in the air.
fell to the ground, like hitting a mother's heart.
Three years ago, this was far from the case.
Three years have passed and things are no longer what they used to be.
Lu Qian really couldn't imagine why her son would become like this. At first, he was considered naughty at best, but now? Going in the opposite direction is far beyond the established boundaries of naughty.
She admits that she is not a loving mother, but she still fails to take care of her child.
Right now, children are in the most important period of their growth. The school has issued an ultimatum, three words - it can’t be controlled. If parents don’t strictly discipline them, it will be difficult for them to study. It would be hard to learn how to cook pancakes like Uncle Wang downstairs.
What happened to the pancake stall? Uncle Wang is a good man.
you! The adults just say something and get a slap in the face.
come on.
Lu Yang frowned, his cynical expression getting louder. The cicadas chirped in July, which was too noisy for the mother and son who had just moved to the old city.
The strange environment and various discomforts have become the biggest trouble.
In the previously famous school, Lu Yang failed several exams and his son was kicked out of the school in the name of ranking. Looking at her indifferent son, Lucy sighed and shook her head. She knows that children are getting further and further away from excellence, and it is even difficult for them to reach the passing mark.
As the old saying goes, it's not too late to fix the problem before it's too late.
Is it really not too late?
It's stinging - the oil fell into the frying pan, and the sun fell into Uncle Wang's gray temples. Don't worry, it's not only not too late, it's still early.
trust me.
Sprinkle in the chopped green onion and rotate it into a nice fan shape. Growth is not like pancakes in a pan. It is chaotic at first, then spins around under your hands, showing a graceful arc.
Panting heavily, Lu Yang ran to the stall, looked at Uncle Wang eagerly, and then glanced at his trouser pockets, which were empty.
Here you go.
No, a real man will not be fed by others.
Hey, this young man knows a lot about things, he just didn’t spread it well, just eat it and don’t get in the way.
really?
really.
In the summer evening, the wind blew slowly through the early lotus leaves by the Lushi River, and the setting sun reflected on the young man's face. Everything looked full of hope. However, when Lu Yang thought about going home, the hope in Lu Yang's heart was extinguished by fear. Since my father left quietly three years ago, my mother seems to have changed, and she is no longer as gentle to her as before.
is like a joke posted on the Internet, she is an emotionless robot. From that time on, he became more and more fond of tossing on the road, even if it was to look at the plankton in the ditch. Lu Yang didn't understand why people as small as them would choose to strive for the upper reaches.
Or just like Uncle Wang who sells pancakes downstairs, what is the value of hard work? Why doesn't
work hard? Uncle Wang's rhetorical question was like a blow to the head, giving Lu Yang a jolt.
try to put yourself in someone else’s shoes.
You are already at rock bottom. If you make any move now, it will be the beginning of a good sign. As long as you take action, everything will rise.
Go home early, kid, it’s not easy for your mother to pull you off by yourself, do it before it’s too late. She has prepared a large table of delicious food waiting for you.
I believe you.
Although he said this, Lu Yang, who was making a face, was extremely honest under his legs. In the reflection of the river, the young man's figure like a swimming fish quickly splashed into the waves. Uncle Wang wrapped the pancakes sprinkled with chopped green onion, and the fishing sun was singing late. There were boats carrying passengers returning to the shore, making ripples in circles.
Who is not a first-time parent, and is afraid of spoiling or scaring the child by being too strict, let alone a single-parent family.
Uncle Wang also said the same thing to the mother Lu Qian. When he said this, Uncle Wang looked shy and blushed like a young man.
A loving mother doesn’t just lose her son.
What Lu Qian lacks is just the weather vane that confirms every decision she makes.
Lu Yang felt from the bottom of his heart that Uncle Wang was the best reference. (Author Liu Bowen)
