For the little girl, the parrot is just standing on the coffee table, which is enough for the little girl to be happy, not to mention that she can talk and jump around.
The little parrot deals with children at school every day, and it is also very easy to deal with a child in private.
So, the little girl clapped her hands, and the little parrot jumped around to explain to the little girl why other parrots didn't fly very much, but it could fly very high.
Xia Sheng next to her was a little embarrassed, she had never had the opportunity to communicate with other mothers before.
Xia Sheng was sitting with the little girl's mother, and the other party didn't know what to do. Xia Sheng felt that she should do something or say something to make the atmosphere more lively...
But say what? This involves Xia Sheng's blind spot again. Even though she is already the mother of a four-year-old child, in fact, she is very different from the adults she imagined when she was a child.
The world does not automatically learn some skills from children to adults, and not all mothers of children are good at socializing.
When she was a child, her mother didn't have this kind of mother social interaction. Her mother hated other children's mothers. In fact, she can understand that in a small town, they attach great importance to whether the family is a son or a daughter, especially their family has a tradition of giving birth to daughters. None of her grandmother's four daughters gave birth to a son, as many people know.
So, every time her mother goes out, others will comfort her, and the daughter is not bad either. This kind of comfort itself is condescending and sympathetic. Her mother often scolds her, which causes her to particularly reject contact with other mothers of children.
And Xia Sheng's own social skills are not good.
She has been surrounded by opponents since she was a child, and they are all opponents that she needs to defeat. People follow her daily conversations in three words——
"Isn't it, I'm fighting with a girl? If she's crying in a while, don't say I'm not a gentleman."
"I fought with you!"
"Damn, what are you laughing at? You can do it yourself!"
And she? She doesn't need to talk, just hit. She has no habit of speaking.
Even if she entered the school, she was not in the same world as other people, and she was too far behind in other aspects. She needed to work hard to catch up with the progress of normal people, and she had no time to do things like making friends.
The mother of the little girl next to her doesn't seem to be very social either. Obviously, she brought her daughter over to disturb others. The warm words she said at the door had already taken a lot of courage, and she probably rehearsed it twice at home. .
Now the two mothers are sitting on the sofa, the air between them is getting stiffer and stiffer, the more stiff they don't know what to say, so they just pretend to watch their children play.
Mr. Kang was kicked out of the kitchen by his father, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He didn't need friends, he didn't need to make friends, and he didn't need to make friends with a group of children.
What can a child understand
However, after having a father, there is a disadvantage, that is, you can't do everything you want, and you can do whatever your father wants you to do, and you can't refuse.
This is a problem that President Kang has discovered for a long time. If you stand in place, your father will always be able to push you out. As for what will happen in the next second, is it a delicious rice bag or embarrassment. living room, it all depends on luck.
Mr. Kang walked in the living room angrily. The air in the living room seemed to freeze, and it was so difficult to breathe. He felt uncomfortable all over, and couldn't help but look back at the kitchen.
Half a year ago, he never imagined that one day he would feel that the kitchen was the most comfortable place for him.
But the big dad in the kitchen gave a big encouraging look, as if to say, son, go, dad supports you.
President Kang rolled his eyes, turned his head, and looked at several people in the living room.
The violent mother was sitting on the sofa, and she was as embarrassed as she was on pins and needles. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't find a topic at all. From the inside out, she exuded an air of being a guest at someone else's house.
President Kang was stunned, unable to imagine that this was his violent mother.
Mr. Kang thought again, it seems that since he came to this house, he has never seen a violent mother hanging out with other mothers of children. She seems to have always been an art center, at home, and there is a violent mother in the art center. Not very good at ripping people off.
In fact, if you think about it, the violent mother is really an artist. She is not sensitive to money, and the piano teaching at the art center is only temporarily to make money.
She is not socially sensitive and doesn't care much about interpersonal relationships. She is more about pursuing piano art.
Mr. Kang pulled his thinking back, and after knowing it, he felt that he had realized a bigger problem——
So, you're not the only person in this family who can't make friends
In an instant, the air suddenly circulated, and the afterglow of the sunset outside poured in, like a warm picture in an old movie.
President Kang also relaxed and sat next to the violent mother.
He and the violent mother are really confidants! Mr. Kang glanced at the big Silly White Sweet dad in the kitchen who looked at him encouragingly, and the Silly White Sweet parrot jumping on the coffee table. These two Silly White Sweets couldn't understand this feeling at all.
After the child sat down next to him, the two embarrassed mothers on the sofa finally had something to talk about.
"How old is your child? He's really tall."
"Four years old." Xia Sheng said.
So the topic is over.
Mr. Kang thought about it for a while, stuck his head out, and tried to liven up the atmosphere. One social worker helped the other two social workers liven up the atmosphere—
"How old is your child now?" Mr. Kang asked.
The little girl's mother said: "It's also 4 years old."
"It's really fate."
The topic is over again.
The little parrot on the coffee table has already started to teach the little girl to flap her wings, but the three people on the sofa still don't know what to do or say.
President Kang is also okay, because everyone doesn't know what to say, and they don't have the ability to make friends. He doesn't feel embarrassed just sitting like this.
until--
There was a child playing the piano in the building next door, and the young mother, who had not spoken before, said at the same time—
"Two sounds wrong."
After the two finished speaking, they looked at each other, a little surprised.
"You can play the piano?" said the little girl's mother.
"I'm a piano teacher now."
"You are amazing, I also wanted to be a piano teacher before, but I didn't have the patience!" The little girl's mother sighed: "I'm going to collapse just by teaching my daughter to sing."
"I don't have much patience either." Xia Sheng relaxed all of a sudden.
Mr. Kang looked at the violent and mad mother who was stiff like a wood. As long as she talked about the things she liked, there would be a soft light on her whole body.
This kind of light made the little girl's mother relax all of a sudden.
"To be honest, I haven't touched the piano for a long time."
"I have a piano at home, do you want to try it?"
"That's daring!"
The two suddenly found a common topic and began to chat. While chatting, they went to the study next to them, preparing to play with four fingers...
Mr. Kang sat on the sofa, turned his head expressionlessly, slid off the sofa, and walked into the kitchen: "Dad - have you finished washing your dishes?"