Chapter 8 Chapter Four Family of Three Qin Yu (1)

Chapter Four Family of Three Qin Yu (1) In fact, this is what I admired most about my parents when I was a child—they didn’t treat me like a child, as if I should learn everything by myself.They gave me a kitten to keep, let me name it, and let me decide what it should eat; the two of them were never interested in kittens, and they didn't lie to me about that, and I understood.Children's understanding is often beyond the imagination of adults, and children are more tolerant than adults-my parents are one of the few adults who understand this truth.I understand that what they are most interested in is each other.Children's observation skills are often beyond the imagination of adults - I don't know if parents are willing to admit this.

I admit, there were days when I resented finding that they tended to brush me aside.They used the kitten as a shield, and almost made me recognize the kitten as a parent.I don't understand why they are so indifferent to my isolation.The three of us went to the park to play together, and they liked to walk the very boring path where there was no one else, and I didn't care whether I liked it or not; I either followed them back and forth, or I had to walk in the mud—before going out, they agreed to take me to play, but in the end they ignored me.The three of us went shopping together, and I proposed to buy this or that, but they had only two answers to me: "Go buy", and then pay for me to go by myself, regardless of whether to cross the road or not; or, "Don't buy", Then it's over, it's useless for me to say death, they won't pay attention anymore, because the answer has already been given to me, the reason is not important to me-fortunately, neither of them is stingy, "go buy" Almost as many times as "don't buy", I can't complain much.I just feel resentful.I'm not valued at home, my feelings don't even count as farts, they think a kid with kittens will never be alone.I saw with my own eyes that a classmate yelled "boring" at home, and my parents, grandparents, and grandparents all went out to meet his needs.But it doesn't matter if I shout "boring" and shout loudly, they will say, go find your cat, we are busy.

That's it.Many people say that today's Chinese children are "little emperors" and "little princesses", but I have never been one.When I was a child, I was not treated as an emperor at all, not even a crown prince.I guess, in the eyes of my parents, I am the "crystallization of love" between them, and I always remind them of their great and magnificent love. When I first went to school, I was not so good, I still skipped classes.I carried my schoolbag and strolled on the road all day, hoping that my parents would come to me.I have done this kind of thing several times, for no other purpose, just to get them to come to me.They came to me and took me home; they are democratic parents, they don't beat their children, they just ask me why I skipped class.I was so angry—they knew why I was skipping class, and they came to ask me on purpose—I gritted my teeth and didn't say anything.It didn't work, I found out later, they just wouldn't admit they ignored me.They probably thought I was making trouble on purpose, so they kept telling me how important their work was, how many surgeries they had to do today, and how much patients needed them... I finally understood: they had forgotten eight hundred years ago , how I need them.So I straightened up and learned to be good, and from then on they didn't have to be forced to give me a half-distraction, and I was always the nicest kid in school.

Gradually, I began to realize that it was good that they didn't care about me too much. I was more comfortable than any other student in the school.As long as I don't make trouble or fail my exams, then my life is absolutely free. No one chases me to learn this or that, and no one asks me to become Lei Feng, Lai Ning, Zhang Haidi or something.Dad occasionally proudly said that this is called "cultivating children's independent personality".They would make out with me once in a while, it was up to them to please.As I grew older, I became more and more satisfied with this family atmosphere—in this relaxed environment, it is unimaginable how much freedom I have that others cannot match.My mom and dad were really nice parents - I really think so.They never hide anything from me, and they always want me to participate in the decision-making, but they don't force me to express their opinions-in short, everything is free, as long as I live in peace.

How can I tell them about the punishment?Will they take back my freedom?Maybe not.They've never tried it, and probably never thought of it.But didn't I live up to the goddam freedom they gave me?These bastards have freedom, I should really thank them for giving me such freedom.