poor little understand

The spring wind in the capital was still bitingly cold, blowing into Lin Muting's room through the wide open window, blowing away the noisy farce coming from the living room.

Lin Muting was sitting on the long white woolen carpet, behind was Dong Jianing's large cross-stitched pillow that had just been embroidered.The long wool carpet was bought from India by Dong Jianing, and there is also a complete set of bed pillow covers, quilt covers and bed sheets.

These things were brought back last month. Dong Jianing was afraid that the washing machine would spoil the wool, so he washed them by hand wearing rubber gloves in winter, and dried them in the sun. He asked him to take one set to Qingpingyuan for normal use, and put the other set away. In my own room.

Lin Muting was afraid of the cold in winter, and Dong Jianing made several sweaters and trousers made of thick wool for him every year since he was a child.Since childhood, Lin Muting has been as bloated as a penguin every winter, and his whole body has been fattened up several times.

He didn't go home for a week. When he came home this time, he found that Dong Jianing had bought him new underwear and towels.

Dong Jianing always said countless times: "Xiaoting, you brat, you have to change your underwear every three months, you must have pure cotton, you know? Towels are only how much, and you have to change them for new ones after three or four months of use." Don’t think about trouble, every time you use it, you have to soak it in washing powder and dry it before using it, remember?”

On his light purple bed, the pillowcase, quilt cover and bed sheet gave off a smell of sunshine after being exposed to the sun. The quilt was neatly folded, and there was also the pajamas he would wear when he came back on the weekend.

He sat on the wool carpet, and when he lowered his head, he could see the cockroach house under the table. Dong Jianing had to replace it every month because he was afraid that there would be cockroaches in the house.

The bougainvillea on his balcony has already bloomed, red, pink, white, and purple.If it was normal, Dong Jianing must have asked him to take a photo of her, and then take a photo with Hua, and then send it to his grandparents and grandparents in his hometown.

Dong Jianing is a child who grew up in the countryside and has always been good at growing flowers and vegetables. On the big balcony, there are green onions, garlic, vegetables and green peppers that she grows, and pumpkins and cucumbers that she grows on the roof.

He remembered what Dong Jianing said, "Pumpkin vines must be grown at home to be tender and delicious. I picked them early in the morning and fried them with sour peppers. It's fine if there is no space. Now there is such a large space, I occasionally sprinkle it. Just a little water, and it’s clean and hygienic to grow it yourself, and there’s no pesticides, how nice it is.”

There are still two big bags of rice that Dong Jianing bought from the countryside in the cabinet in the kitchen. They are all good rice that she has seen with her own eyes.

"Is the rice in the supermarket edible? It's okay to be caught by one or the other all the time. How much potion has been sprinkled to prevent insects? Is it insects or potion? It's a crime. Xiaoting, you must never When you buy rice in the supermarket, you must store it for half a year before eating it, do you hear me?"

Next to the bed is his desk, and next to the desk is a box of imported New Zealand milk.Because he is under a lot of pressure from studying every day, and he is in adolescence, as long as he is at home, he must either drink hot water or milk.

Dong Jianing always worried about everything about him, "Where can I drink domestic milk! You children, drink those saccharine happily, and there is no place to cry when the time comes! Let me tell you, You drink at least one bottle of milk that your mother bought for you every day. If there is no Qingpingyuan, I will ask your father to send a few boxes. Mom bought it much better. You are only a teenager, and it is time to grow taller. You must grow taller. You have to be taller than your parents, at least 1.8 meters."

The weather in Beijing, as long as it is cloudy, must be a [-]% smog day.

Lin Muting stared blankly at the wide open window, and it seemed that Dong Jianing opened the door again, scolded him, walked up to close the window, and then turned on the air purifier, "You damn child! Do you know about the smog? You also open the windows. You yourself have chronic pharyngitis and chronic bronchitis. Opening the windows on a smoggy day is courting death, okay? You ruin your body when you are young, and you will look good when you are old!"

How did he push back before, "It's suffocating with the windows closed, and there is no air. There are 2000 million people in the capital, why haven't I seen them leave?"

Dong Jianing was not polite to his son, he pulled his ears and scolded him, and then went to give him rock sugar pear soup to moisten his throat and lungs.

Thinking about it now, he was really smart back then.

What he thought at the time was a small resistance to prove his strength and freedom.

When he was a child, he went to his grandparents' house, and his grandparents always supervised him to do his homework and read books. Every day when he watched TV and went out to play, he was supervised. He was afraid that he would watch something bad, so he was not allowed to play with his mobile phone.

Grandparents are different.

They are very obedient to the children. They play with their mobile phones. The children watch TV and play with their mobile phones. They go out to play when they like.

Such grandparents are so likable. Lin Muting always liked to stay at his grandparents' house when he was a child, and hated staying at his grandparents' house.

Dong Jianing and Lin Mingcheng directly locked him in the house. He was so angry that he didn't say a word, and he didn't pay any attention to them.

Although he was young, he thought at the time that he could distinguish people's hearts, see the world clearly, and understand right and wrong.

He is a mature person, and it is not enough for an adult to criticize him with a sentence like a child or a primary school student.

Who has no self-respect?

Adults have self-esteem, why not respect the self-esteem of children?

Adults can arrange their own behavior, arrange what they do and eat every day, why can't children make decisions by themselves?

In the Internet age, don't children know less than adults?

Wait until he is in junior high school and high school, wait until now.

He saw this world with his own eyes, and it was just the world around the school and the school.

He heard his grandparents, grandparents, uncles and aunts come on stage in full bloom, and they each sang a song that is excellent in both writing and martial arts.

His father, a married woman, lied to his mother all his life, and brought his male lover to the house in a grand manner, and was caught and raped by his mother in bed, and his mother was humiliated and pushed by the male lover.

And what was the result?

Because his father didn't want to watch his mother worry, he simply left with his male lover.

"Xiao Ting, your father must bear most of the responsibility for your mother's suicide, it is your father who is sorry for your mother.

"But those are all moral responsibilities. Dad will condemn himself in conscience for the rest of his life, and he will try his best to take care of your mother's funeral and treat your grandparents' family well.

"The most important thing is you. You are your mother's only son, the person she is most worried about in this world, and the person father cares about and loves the most. People always have to look forward, and the past will eventually pass. Dad The mistakes you made to your mother can no longer be made up for, but you cannot transfer these mistakes to the future. Your mother is gone, and your father will never remarry in the future. The closest person to your father in the world is you, and your closest relative is your father up.

"You live a good life, get into a good university, find a good job, and marry a good wife. That is the greatest comfort to your mother. Dad's fault is not only your grandparents, uncles and aunts scolding dad, but also your grandparents. Hit dad.

"Look at your father's face. He was slapped on your grandparents. His face is full of slap marks. The most painful thing in a person's life is not from others, but from himself. Because of your mother's death, Dad has lived his whole life. It’s already in self-blame and guilt, so don’t add another one, okay?”