(1)
For a person with no rock climbing experience, each climb requires more energy than an experienced person, but seeing his son's appearance, Yang Ren gritted his teeth and insisted on climbing again. He forgot all about the fear of heights or anything. In front of his eyes were all the movements of Xiao Ai pushing Xu Yao just now. The child was young and ignorant, but in his eyes, it was still so uncomfortable.
Yang Ren finally won another small gold medal. He hung a piece around the necks of each of the two children, and both of them became happy again. Children's emotions come and go quickly, but adults are not necessarily .
He asked other parents to help and take a photo for them. At that time, the two children were jumping and shouting for eggplant, but Yang Ren didn't pay attention. When he saw the photo on his mobile phone, he realized that Xu Yao was in a very bad mood. .
"Why can't you do anything other people's fathers can do?"
Although Xiao Ai can't say such an accurate sentence yet, she has already expressed the meaning of this sentence today. In the near future, she will ask Xu Yao like this. At that time, Yang Ren believes that what she wants is already. Not an answer, but a vent of anger.
After that, Xu Yao didn't say much. He entered the tent as soon as it got dark. Everyone was barbecuing and singing and dancing outside, but he didn't respond at all.
Yang Ren suggested, "Let's take the kids out and play with everyone?"
Xu Yao said lightly: "It's too dark, I can't see anything, you can play with the children, I'll go to bed first."
(2)
Before eight o'clock, Xu Yao took off his hearing aid, and the music and hilarity outside had nothing to do with him. In order to make it easier for Xu Yao to move after it got dark, Yang Ren brought a total of three flashlights with particularly strong light transmission when he came out this time, and he thought they would be useful.
They deliberately took a large tent that could sleep three to four people, but they didn't expect such a rare camping experience.
The next day, they went back to their respective homes, but Yang Ren was still immersed in a very awkward mood, which he couldn't recover.
Yang Yitong was holding the quilt and was going to take a nap at grandma's place, when his father suddenly stopped him. He was stunned when he heard Yang Ren ask earnestly, "Tongtong, if one day my father can't see, will you dislike me? ?"
"Dad?" Yang Yitong's eyes widened in surprise, too frightened to speak.
Yang Ren realized that it might be difficult for children to understand this assumption, so he directly said what he said in his heart: "Uncle Xu has bad eyes and can't see clearly, but Xiao Ai seems to dislike him a bit."
"Does it mean to dislike it?" Yang Yitong asked him.
Yang Ren smiled bitterly, shook his head, and nodded again. Yang Yitong seemed to understand, but said: "I like Uncle Xu, he can't see, I can lead him on the walk."
Yang Ren held up his son's face, and at this moment, he really realized that his partiality was wronged to Yang Yitong.
(3)
Although Yang Ren likes Xiao Ai, in his mind, the best child is Yang Yitong.
However, Yang Ren never thought that with such a good child, he would still be interviewed by the teacher one day.
On the way to the kindergarten, Yang Ren's heart was beating drums. Yang Yitong was so obedient and sensible. Except for the last time he beat someone for Xiao Ai, he was very obedient at other times. It seemed that no one had to worry about learning. , every capital is recited.
So when I met with the teacher, Yang Ren took the tea handed by the teacher, and his hands were still shaking.
"Mr. Zhu, if you have any problems with your child, just tell me. I will definitely educate me when I get home." Yang Ren lowered his eyebrows and said his opening remarks.
Teacher Zhu smiled and did not complain to Yang Yitong, but took down a stack of drawing papers from the bookshelf, which were filled with Yang Yitong's paintings.
Those messy and even dirty colors broke into Yang Ren's eyes, and he immediately took a deep breath.
In fact, over the past few years, Yang Ren has had a very embarrassing and very concerned thing stuck in his heart. He never mentioned it, feeling that it doesn't exist anymore, but when the teacher gave him the drawing paper today, Yang Ren understood. The self-deception of the previous self.
(4)
If he didn't feel it at all before, when Teacher Zhu handed him a stack of drawing papers, Yang Ren definitely didn't understand what it meant. Seeing his fateful reaction, Teacher Zhu immediately understood that he must have discovered the child's problem long ago, but he just didn't want to face it.
"Mr. Zhu..." Yang Ren felt a little incoherent. He organized several languages, but still didn't say anything.
Teacher Zhu patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Dad Tongtong, you may have found that Tongtong is not sensitive to colors when you get along with your child every night, so I'm not showing you how bad the child is. , just because I will go to primary school next year, it is better to go to the eye hospital for an examination before that."
Yang Ren knew that Teacher Zhu was expressing euphemistically, for fear that a certain word would hurt the parents' hearts, but her words had no effect on Yang Ren. As soon as he saw Yang Yitong's paintings, he said has become desperate.
Children with normal eyes really wouldn't draw like this.
Especially this year, Yang Ren often found something unusual about his son, such as a small towel for each person in the family, the pattern is all the same, but each person's color is different, Yang Yitong has never taken his own, and every time he takes it indiscriminately. . Another example is that it is a child's nature to love painting, but Yang Yitong has never asked his family to buy him watercolor pens, let alone being able to take the initiative to paint. Moreover, Yang Ren also asked Yang Yitong to distinguish colors intentionally or unintentionally, but he was rarely able to answer correctly.
After talking with the teacher for half an hour, Yang Ren came out. Standing at the school gate to get some air, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and turned it on. After a few clicks, the phone fell to the ground. - He was already in a state of turmoil.
Finally lighting the cigarette, he took a deep breath, looked up and saw the monitor, knowing that he hadn't left the range of the kindergarten, so he could only move out in a panicked step.
The author has something to say:
Such a cute boy paper, how can he bear it without being abused