Reborn before the famine, kicking away the scumbag's family and living a carefree life.

An Xin was frustrated: "I've been trying to forget it and eliminate it, but it's no use. It always appears unexpectedly."

"Suppressing your emotions is useless, because you are resisting and running away. The more you suppress and resist, the stronger they become."

"What should I do?"

"Don't fight, make peace with your own heart."

How to reconcile?

Allow yourself to express any of your emotions.

"Close your eyes and silently repeat in your heart, 'I am ashamed, I am ashamed to have such a father, I am so ashamed.' Keep repeating it. When you repeat it, express whatever emotion comes to mind."

Following her mother's example, An Xin closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed to be your child, ashamed to be your daughter, ashamed to have a father like you. I don't want a father like you. I want a father like Mr. Yuan..."

As An Xin spoke, she became increasingly agitated, finally exclaiming, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate the shame you brought us, I hate why you abandoned us..."

Finally, An Xin burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

As she gradually calmed down, more than an hour passed by in the blink of an eye.

"Mom, I feel so much lighter, like a huge weight has been lifted out of my heart."

"This is a form of psychological healing. Any emotions you may have in the future can be released in this way, which is beneficial to your physical and mental health."

"Mom, I feel so tired right now. I want to go to sleep, to lie down on the bed right away."

"Go on! Get a good night's sleep, and you'll wake up tomorrow full of energy."

Su Jinru entered An Ran's room.

Anran is reading a book at her desk.

"An Ran, what are you doing?"

"I have an exam tomorrow. Let me see what the exam will cover."

"Don't make the test too difficult, don't make it hard for the child."

"That's what I think too. It should be able to gauge their skill level, but it shouldn't be too difficult."

"Then you go ahead with your work, Mom won't bother you anymore."

"Mom, is something wrong?"

Su Jinru turned back to her son's side.

"Son, do you hate your biological father?"

"I don't know, but I feel uncomfortable when I think about him."

"Mom, what about you? Do you hate him?"

Su Jinru shook her head.

"Hating someone takes energy, but it's not worth it for them."

"I want to let go, but I can't."

"No one is telling you to let go. You can ask An Xin about this when you have time; she's done a better job than you."

The next morning, when Anxin woke up, she felt refreshed, just as her mother had said.

She got up and went to the kitchen door, only to find that her mother had already prepared breakfast inside.

“Now that you’re both working, it must be tough. I’ll take care of the housework so you can get some more sleep.”

"Mom, the psychotherapy you taught me last night is quite effective."

"Simple and efficient!"

"As long as it works, you can express any emotion this way in the future, and you will discover a different version of yourself."

After lunch, Anxin and Anran went to school.

Yuan Wenjie was about to leave when he suddenly turned back and looked at Su Jinru.

"If you're bored at home all by yourself, why don't you come out with me and take a look? Let's see our salt fields and the land we've reclaimed."

Su Jinru shook her head.

“I’m not bored. Staying at home is quite nice. But if you’re free tonight, let’s go for a walk on the beach after dinner and watch the waves. I’ve been here for so long, and I haven’t had a chance to properly look at the beach and the sea.”

“You can go by yourself! Or you can have Anxin and Anran go with you.”

"I don't want to go alone, and I don't want them to go with me. I just want you to go with me."

"Okay, okay, I'll come back early today and go with you."

When An Xin arrived at the classroom, she saw that all the children sitting below were staring at her.

She was a little nervous.

Remembering what my mother taught me last night, I allowed myself to express myself truthfully.

She was expressing herself silently.

"I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous..."

After speaking for more than ten sentences, she relaxed.

It really worked; I relaxed.

Having no teaching experience whatsoever, she could only rely on her years of learning experience to begin her classes.

The first lesson was Chinese.

Instead of teaching the knowledge in the textbook, she had them write their own names.

"Students, on our first day of school, our first lesson is about getting to know ourselves. You might be thinking, 'How can I not know myself? Why do I need to learn this?'"

"So let me ask you, can you write your own name? Was your name chosen by your father, mother, or grandparents? What is the meaning behind it? What expectations did your parents have for you?"

"If someone asks you if you can read, you might say yes. But if you can't even write your own name properly, will anyone believe you? So, in this lesson, we'll write our own names. If you can't write it or need my help, please raise your hand."

"After we write our names down, we'll talk about who named us and what the meaning behind our names is."

……

Ms. Anran, the second-grade teacher, conducted a test and found that seven or eight students failed. Among them, five or six children were too old, and they would probably feel embarrassed to go back to first grade.

The test questions he set were already very simple. If you haven't mastered these, you'll find it difficult to continue learning.

Anran asked them if they would like to repeat the first grade, and the children all said no.

An Ran: "If you don't want to, that's fine too. I'll give you a chance. I'll give you a month to catch up on the first-year curriculum. If you pass the test after a month, you can go to the second year. If you don't pass the test, then there's nothing I can do. You'll have to go back to the first year and repeat the whole year."

Regardless of age, it is a shameful thing for anyone to be sent back to first grade.

Therefore, everyone is willing to study hard during this month and strive to pass the test.

In Ms. Wang's class, five children failed the test and were all relegated to the second grade.

Therefore, there were 42 students in the first grade, 36 students in the second grade, and 23 students in the third grade.

I thought the first grade curriculum would be easier, but it turns out that the first grade teachers have the hardest job. There are many students, and the younger the children are, the harder they are to manage.

However, An Xin has a cheerful and lively personality, and the children all like her very much.

An Ran said he would give those who didn't pass the test a month to catch up on their lessons before deciding on their fate, but in reality, he was just giving them a wake-up call. He believed that he could catch up on their first-year lessons in a month.

Thank you to the following friends for their gifts: Hua Jing, Xiao Ai who loves green cakes, Xingkong/Yuyu, Linglan Xuemi from Liuzhou Governor's Mansion, Lin Qingyan who loves clear bird's nest soup, Gungungungun Jiutoujiao, Saintess who likes coriander, and Bei Qianteng who loves chicken cooked in yellow wine.