"Mom, mom..." The child held his mother's arm pitifully: "Who are they? I'm scared."
He said he would hide behind his mother.
Xia Sheng hadn't reacted yet, when he saw another green figure flying out of the inner room with a pink flower on his head.
What do the brothers mean by collective women's clothing
Yue Qin found that this child was a very interesting child. When he was going to play someone, whether it was talking or something else, he couldn't see a trace of unnaturalness.
Once the child is himself, he doesn't know how to talk or how to get along with others.
It was Kangkang's grandmother, Xia Sheng's mother who spoke first: "Xia Sheng, are you dressing up your son like this?"
Mr. Kang looked at his violent mother. She was obviously not suitable for quarreling with others. Before arguing with his own mother, he may have spent a lot of effort.
Actually not, Xia Sheng knows that quarrels must be learned from the elders' routines——
"Turn over, turn over, turn over!"
However, with her son here, she could hardly say anything about gender.
This is a very sensitive topic.
The child timidly looked at the strange woman and held his mother's hand: "Mom... Am I not good-looking like this?"
Yue Qin looked at his mother-in-law and felt that the other party was about to explode with anger.
Yue Qin gave the child a wink, indicating that enough is enough.
It was obvious that the child had no telepathy with him, and when he returned one, you can rest assured that I can solve the problem.
"Kangkang, I'm grandma, you are a boy, you can't wear skirts." Xia Sheng's mother's name was Li Zhaodi, she squatted down and tried to make her tone gentle.
Li Zhaodi did not doubt that Xia Sheng did it at all. In her opinion, Xia Sheng's rebellious period has not yet passed, and her thoughts and actions are extreme.
Raising your own son as a daughter can really do such a thing.
"The flowery skirt is beautiful." The child touched the small petals on his body: "I'm going to wear the flowery skirt."
The old lady next to her looked at it seriously, and added: "This little girl looks good, but her aesthetics are quite poor."
The old lady sighed and said, "Let your parents run this teahouse well, buy two beautiful dresses, and improve the aesthetics."
Mr. Kang: "..." Is this old lady really Alzheimer's
How could she say such vicious words with such a kind face
President Kang almost instantly decided not to provoke this old lady in the future.
Xia Sheng picked up his son and said to his own mother: "Look, in your mind, a son will always be higher than a daughter, I am like a defective product, you are looking forward to the birth of a son, and finally It was me who came, and for a long time when I was a kid, I thought it was my fault."
"You said you raised me as a son, if I was really a son, you would hold me in your hands every day, you would love me, and you would keep telling me how long my mother had been waiting for you to give birth to you How hard it was, how happy it was when I saw it was you. That's what a son gets. I will grow up like most men in society, confident to the point of arrogance, instead of feeling that I shouldn't Come to this world, that is to be raised as a son."
"I am an uninvited guest who occupies your son's position for you. If you have a choice, you don't like me coming to you. I also hope to be born in the belly of a mother who loves her daughter. At least I came to this world and greeted me. It's not disappointment and disgust, if you're lucky, maybe she will knit me a small coat." Xia Sheng didn't know why, what she didn't dare to say before, and what she didn't want to say, this time she said it all.
All in her mind was Yuanyuan's mother's love for Yuanyuan, the kind that really came from a mother's love for her daughter.
If a mother in this world can love her daughter, why can't her mother give her
She's smart, hardworking, and desperate, not losing to any boy.
The woman's face turned pale little by little under Xia Sheng's questioning, and Mr. Kang could see at a glance that this woman was the kind of strong woman.
She didn't say a word, but turned around and helped the old lady to go out.
The old lady was a little puzzled and said, "Why are we leaving? Aren't we here to play mahjong?"
After the door was closed, the sharp young mother in the living room suddenly let out her strength, no matter how many years passed, no matter how old she was, even if she was already the mother of a 4-year-old child.
As soon as she saw her mother, she seemed to return to the state of a little girl back then, fragile, angry, unwilling, and had countless thorns on her body.
"Am I too extreme?" The young mother's eyes were red, like a wronged little girl. After losing her temper again, she began to regret it again.
"No." Yue Qin hugged his wife: "It's not extreme, you just told her what she did."
Mr. Kang silently took off the petal skirt, and he was still wearing pajama pants, but the trousers of the pajama pants were rolled up to above the knees by him, which was quite creative.
Yue Qin comforted his wife, and the children next to him and the parrot brothers were almost equally confused, tilting their heads to look at their mother.
Don't understand at all that we didn't win big? Why are you still sad
In fact, it is normal for the brothers to have such thoughts. Dabao just arrived at their house and only saw the contradiction between them and his grandmother's house.
Although Xiaobao is his own son, he has almost no contact with his grandmother. Compared with his grandmother, his grandmother is a stranger and bullies his mother, so he will not have too complicated emotions. He just feels that he bullied the bad guy and ran away. very happy.
After Yue Qin coaxed his wife, his wife began to worry that it was not good for the child to see this scene. Yue Qin said, "Don't worry, leave this to me."
He held the child with the petals on his head in one hand and the parrot gently in the other.
The big dad took the two brothers to the study.
Among the two confused brothers, Mr. Kang, as the spokesperson, finally asked a question——
"Dad, didn't we win just now? Why is Mom still crying?" Mr. Kang was already ready to celebrate.
This is child thinking.
Yue Qin explained patiently: "Because feelings are very complicated."
Yue Qin touched the heads of his two sons: "Sometimes, feelings can hurt people because we regard her as an important person, and my mother doesn't want to hurt important people."
Mr. Kang's thoughts were more extreme: "she doesn't love us, why do we treat her as an important person?" Mr. Kang thinks that if the other party is so bad, then we will never meet again.
Yue Qin was a little surprised and said, "Dad will have to take some time to explain this to you." For a while, there is really no way to explain the complicated feelings between parents and children to a child.
"It's okay, anyway, when she comes later, you told me in advance that we bought two skirts at home, and I changed the skirts to piss her off." President Kang waved his hand.
The little parrot nodded sharply: "I wear Huahua!"
Both of them are little girls that grandma doesn't like!
The thinking of the little parrot is even simpler. The grandmother does not like the mother, because the mother is a little girl, then they are also little girls, and the grandmother does not like it.
Mr. Kang wore a skirt today and found out that everything is the same as what the big dad said. Some things are scary to think about, but they are actually quite fun to do.
"I don't think wearing a skirt is scary anymore, right?"
"It's okay. It's just too expensive."
"Boys and children are the same, equally intelligent, and equally valued by others." Yue Qin said to his two sons.
President Kang listened attentively. Now he likes to listen more and more to his big dad's reasoning.
Even in the past, more or less, some people would say that girls are not as good as boys. For example, girls are not as good as boys in physiology, their logic is not as good as boys, and girls are not as rational and emotional as boys.
But at this moment, he didn't know why he believed his big father, and felt that what his big father said was right.
It turns out that this is the child's trust and dependence on his father
It is a matter of course to accept everything my father said, without questioning or rejecting it.
That's what it's like to be a kid!