Chapter 24

In the morning, I was about to go out with my son Wanwan, but Ahqiong stopped us: Wait a minute, I'll go too.

After dressing up in a hurry, the family walked out of the door.

The complexion on Arqiong's face improved a lot, and the lines at the corners of his eyes were not so obvious.

I was very excited along the way, and I ran ahead and asked us to chase him, and then stood between Arjun and me and I, holding our hands and swinging.

There is not much content in the school’s parent-teacher meeting. It’s just that some students perform well, some students make progress, and parents pay for more class activities.

After the meeting, the head teacher, Teacher Liu, called me and asked me to go to the office with her alone.

Teacher Liu took out a composition text, opened a page and handed it to me. When I saw it, it was a classroom composition written by Wanwan, with the title "My Dad".

My dad My dad is a bank cadre, tall (note: maybe it looks tall in the eyes of children), and a pair of very vivid eyes always smile.

My father is very busy at work. He often holds meetings and travels on business trips, and sometimes he has to work overtime at night and on Sundays.

As long as my father is not on a business trip, he comes back very early at night, does his homework with me and tells me stories before going to bed.

My father cares about my studies very much. He checks my homework as long as he is at home. He marks the wrong places with a pencil and asks me to check and correct them.

I really don't know what he told me patiently until I fully understand.

My father also loves studying. He often brings newspapers and documents when he goes home. He reads them while eating and when he goes to the bathroom.

My father likes to watch "News Broadcast" the most. As long as he is at home, I can't watch the cartoon at seven o'clock.

However, my father often doesn’t come back on business trips now, and sometimes he comes back very late. I haven’t heard my father tell stories for a long time.

Dad seemed unhappy, and mom was unhappy.I was so scared to see that they were unhappy.

I really hope my dad can be happy and my mom can be happy too. I will be happy if they are happy.

After reading my son's composition, my eyes were a little wet.

This child has been distracted in class recently. He said it several times but it didn’t work. After reading this composition, I understood the reason.

Teacher Liu, can I take this composition back first?

no problem.As parents, you should pay attention to your children’s feelings at all times. Children are very sensitive nowadays.Don’t affect your child because of adult emotions, it is very important for your child’s growth.

I know Teacher Liu.Thank you, we will pay attention in the future, thank you.

After leaving Teacher Liu's office, I felt extremely heavy.

From a distance, I saw Wanwan and Arjun looking at this place with attention.

Putting the composition text into the inner bag of my clothes, I adjusted my emotions and walked towards them quickly.

Dad, did Teacher Liu criticize me?Looking at me timidly.

Haha, where is it? Teacher Liu said that you study hard and perform well. I will reward you.Well~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

real?That's great, so good, long live dad.My son jumped up and hugged me on my neck.

Arqiong's eyes were filled with kindness in his son's eyes, which made me feel the warmth of maternal love.

After eating, the family of three went to Binjiang Park again, jumping into beds, bumper cars, rowing boats, watching tigers and monkeys, these things that had been played in the past, and the little guy had a great time today.

Before going to bed at night, I handed my son's composition to Ah Qiong. After reading it, she burst into tears and kept saying that it was me who harmed him, and I had persuaded him for a long time but couldn't stop.

Suddenly I feel that children are too sensible nowadays, and this seems to be the force of our parents to grow up.

Although their lives were something we could not even imagine when we were young, they seemed to be as simple as we were when we were young, as we were carefree as we were when we were young, as well as innocence as we were young.

Perhaps, our parents are just struggling for life all day long and have no time to care about it. We are exempt from the pain of struggling life, but we are more confused after sufficient life.

Will our confusion bring more confusion to the next generation?