In the afternoon, no one knew where Cen Zhengnian went. He answered a phone call and hurried out.
Chuxia thought it was about his work, so she didn't ask any more questions.
An An wanted to run out and sell things with Bangzi and the others, but was stopped by Chu Xia.
"Have you finished your homework?"
Cen Huaian rummaged through his schoolbag, found two notebooks and said, "Look, Mom, I finished it at school."
"An An, I think you spend too much time selling things."
He sells things after class, and even during holidays when he doesn't want to play, he still sells things. Chuxia feels tired for him.
He is only five years old, he can relax a little and do what he wants.
Cen Huaian didn't understand what Chu Xia meant. Didn't his mother support him and Bangge in selling things? Why did she say that now
Cen Zhengnian felt indebted to Cen Huaian, so he coaxed An An to come. Except for when he was practicing calligraphy and had certain requirements for him, he doted on him more than Chu Xia at other times.
Moreover, he didn't know An An well enough, but Chu Xia knew that An An still felt uneasy.
She hadn't said it before because she was thinking about whether she could change subtly, but now she found that although An An had changed, the hurt deep in her heart would not go away so easily.
"If you like, you can use selling as an exercise in your spare time. But I don't want you to let it take up all your time for fun. You like playing chess. How long have you not played chess with the kids in the compound? You like doing Sudoku puzzles, but you haven't done them much recently when you go home."
Cen Huaian frowned, as if he was seriously thinking about Chu Xia's words. After a while, he said in a low voice: "I like selling things the most."
After selling things he has money, and with money he has nothing to fear.
Chu Xia sighed: She knew it was like this. She touched Cen Huaian's head. His hair had grown out, and it was somewhere between soft and prickly.
"An An, I think you should be able to feel recently that mom and dad love you. We all support you to do what you like, but we don't want you to only know how to make money at such a young age. You are only five years old, you haven't been exposed to more things, you should study hard, read more, develop other interests, and go out to play more. This is normal.
Selling things is a test of life, and it shouldn't be the main thing in your life. With me and dad making money, you can relax a little. Mom was not good before, and you suffered a lot, but now you can trust her a little more."
Cen Huaian looked at his mother, and his mind involuntarily emerged the things he had done with his mother recently. He also thought of the joy of watching the National Day celebration with his parents today.
He seemed to feel the love of his parents, just like he felt in his heart now, warm and swelling, as if he was about to fly.
"But mom, the kids in the staff quarters can't beat me in chess, so I don't want to play with them. I've already finished the Sudoku book, and I don't have any other favorites."
Chu Xia understood, it was her fault that she didn’t notice that An An had a high IQ and he needed challenges at a higher level. It would be boring to keep bullying others.
She closed the book, stood up, took Cen Huaian's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."