Ever since I came back from art school, I have been particularly afraid of the Chinese New Year. One New Year's Eve night. I just hope that night can be stretched out indefinitely. It's not that I don't want to celebrate the New Year, but the days after the Chinese New Year go too fast. I hope after the Chinese New Year. Every night the days are longer, and then longer.
But the comfortable days passed quickly. After fifteen years, I started to go to school and work part-time, and I started to look for work in a housekeeping company again.
To be honest, I really don’t want to go to a housekeeping company. I am worried about not being able to find a job, and I am still worried about finding a job. I even hope that I will grow old quickly. In this way, you can take care of your grandchildren or take care of yourself as a matter of course.
came to the housekeeping company, and the housekeeping teacher introduced me to a job in a villa. He said that a young woman was looking for a nanny who could help her children with their homework. She said that she had interviewed many people, but no one was suitable. She asked me to try it and see if it worked.
To be honest, I am very confident in helping my children with their homework, because I have been tutoring fifth grade math in private schools.
Then the housekeeping company called the employer to meet with him.
The employer is a woman in her thirties, with a pretty face and a high ponytail, and is very elegant.
She said that their home is a three-story villa. There is usually nothing to do. The three children rarely eat at home in the morning and noon. She takes her children to school in the morning and picks them up in the evening. I just need to cook one meal for the kids at night. I mainly clean and do laundry. So she said it was very easy.
Then I will be busy on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Because she has three children, I can’t go home except on Fridays and Saturdays, so I can spend the rest of my time as I please.
My son is in high school and comes back once a week. You said my son is not at home, so why should I go back? I was a little embarrassed, and my female employer also asked me to think about it again. After all, we both have children. I thought about it for a while, and finally agreed. Because I think her salary is relatively high, 3,500 a month.
Honestly, I don’t know where the villa she mentioned is. After I took a taxi to the city, I got into a taxi again. The taxi took me to a place close to the root of the mountain. That place is more than twenty miles away from the city, and there are basically no buses. Taking a taxi is very inconvenient. If you want to go home, you have to walk almost five miles before you can catch a taxi on the highway.
This is my first time here, I didn’t expect it to be so far away. A taxi cost twenty yuan. Moreover, there are very few people living in the villa, it is very quiet, and there is nothing selling anything nearby, not even a supermarket.
I remember it was Friday when I went. There are three children at home.
That villa is really big! About five hundred square meters! Plus yard and lawn.
After entering the gate, there is a doghouse on the left. Surrounded by a small door, there is a large freezer and various things inside. To the right is a long yard that leads to the back. The back is about as big as two or three acres of land, and the dog shit is dumped there.
Then walked in through the front door and entered the living room.
The living room is also very large. Their sofa is placed in the middle of the living room. There is a carpet in front of the sofa. There is a small table on the carpet where the children do their homework. There are cabinets on both sides of the sofa, lined up in rows. There is a mahjong table further in front. There are messes on the floor and table, as well as children's toys scattered everywhere.
The employer took me to show me the kitchen, bedroom and the place where the washing machine is placed.
Their washing machine is placed two steps down the stairs. There are two washing machines placed side by side, one for adults and one for children.
My employer has so many clothes! There are clothes racks in the bedroom on the first floor, and the wardrobe on the second floor is full of tops, and the drawers are full of pants and underwear. They all need to be rolled up or they won’t fit in the drawers. The wardrobes and storage rooms on the third floor are all filled with children's clothes, and the hangers in the bedroom are also packed with clothes. .
Their socks and underpants were put in a storage box, also slowly. Their dirty clothes were thrown into a bamboo frame.
We ordinary people may not be able to wear out the clothes of rich people in our next lifetime.
The day I went happened to be Friday, and the children were on holiday.
In the living room on the first floor, there was a beautiful little girl with short hair. As soon as she saw me, she ran to me and hugged me and said, "Auntie, I like you." At this time, a little girl in a white gauze skirt also ran over and hugged me and said, Aunt, I like you too. I quickly said that my aunt likes you too.
The result was that on the first night I arrived at my employer’s house, the two little girls had to sleep with me. I was on the third floor, there was a big bed, and two little girls jumped on my bed until twelve o'clock, and her mother couldn't hold them. Both of them had to sleep next to me at night, so I had no choice but to sleep in the middle.
’s employer has three children. The eldest is seven years old, chubby, with curly hair, like a foreign girl. She is in her second year and studying at foreign language school . The second child is six years old and is her sister's daughter. The youngest is three or four years old. She is usually taken care of by her grandparents and her father. She came to stay with her mother for two nights on Friday, and her father picked her up on Sunday night because she had to go to kindergarten.
The second girl here is very beautiful and soft-looking, but she loves to cry very much. You combed her hair and she said you hurt her and made her cry. She wants to play with my phone at night, but she doesn’t cry if I don’t let her play with it. She cries even if she doesn’t lose her temper no matter what.
The employer said that this little girl is the child of her sister. Her sister is a yoga teacher in Beijing and can earn up to 20,000 yuan a month. Her brother-in-law works in a foreign company and only earns more than 10,000 yuan a month! Their child was taken care of by a nanny when he was born, and later by a nanny. The sister had never taken care of the child, so the sister felt that she owed the child and could do whatever the child wanted. Gradually, the child grew up and if her sister did not fulfill her wishes, she would threaten her sister with tears.
My sister was helpless when her child cried endlessly. She was reluctant to beat and scold her but didn’t know what to do. Another reason was that kindergarten in Beijing was too expensive, costing 100,000 yuan a year, so she sent her child to school at her sister’s house and asked her to discipline her.
Three ignorant children make a lot of noise together. I have a big head every day. I wake up in the morning and clean up all morning. Soon after they wake up, the house is in chaos. Shoes are thrown here and there from the first floor to the third floor. Toys are also thrown everywhere from the first floor to the third floor. I can’t even pick them up after I follow them.
Children of wealthy families have too many toys. It is estimated that the toys are worth tens of thousands of dollars!
It doesn't matter if you are the boss, the second and third children are having a good time. They start fighting when they say they want to. You grab my hair and I grab yours, not giving in to each other.
Every time the two of them fight, my employer doesn't see it and does what he is supposed to do. The eldest child opened her eyes wide and watched quietly to see if her sister was suffering. If her sister suffered a loss, she would stay and help.
Now I know why my dick is clinging to me. She was raised by a nanny. In her heart, maybe the nanny is the person she can rely on the most.
The third child is very powerful, he strikes fast and hard, not only on his hair but also on his face. The second child didn't show any weakness and grabbed the third child's hair with his backhand. I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't pull him away either, because he was pulling all his hair and no one would let go. I finally pried off the second child's hand, and the third child took the opportunity to give the second child a few more kicks. The eldest brother stood on the edge and watched coldly. Seeing that the third child had the upper hand, he gritted his teeth and cursed, beat, and beat him to death. He is still so arrogant in my house! I have to say, they are still like sisters.
The second child suffered a loss, so he vented his anger on me. He kicked and hit me until I rolled to the ground and I couldn't pull myself up. Finally, the employer took her to the bedroom on the first floor and beat her with a wooden stick while cursing her. She cried in the room at the top of her lungs. If you ignored her, she could cry all afternoon. I would coax her, but she would kick me. Finally, the employer would coax her.
The boss and the second child were doing homework at night. The employer asked me to take care of the boss and she to take care of the second child. The second child also asked me to sit in front of her when the employer was not paying attention.
The second child can solve the questions very quickly, but he is just too playful and doesn't do it. He can't finish a question in a long time. The third child still leaned in front of her and stuffed food into her mouth. The employer said no. She and I switched and stood in front of her with a stick, so that she could do her homework well.The boss of
was writing English words at the table. After half an hour, she still couldn't write a line of a word. Her employer scolded her, and she flailed her arms and stamped her feet. She felt that writing words was more difficult than taking medicine!
My employer asked me to go to the bedroom to read a picture book to her. While I was reading it to her, she climbed onto the piano and played, probably not listening to a single word.
This child is much more difficult to control than the older child.
My employer’s house is filled with the cries of the children and the scolding of the employer, especially the second and third children, who have to fight countless times a day. When I heard their cries, my head almost exploded. I called these three days Black Sunday.
