I have always lived under the control of my mother. I am restricted on what time I get up, what time I go to bed, and how many minutes I take to eat.
Regardless of study or future work, as long as you slack off and relax, it seems to offend your mother. Her eyes that hate iron but not steel have always been a shadow in Cheng Xiang's heart.
Cheng Xiang always felt that he was unhappy and was too happy when his grades were good. His mother said that he was proud and arrogant.
When your grades are not good, it's a sin not to feel sad. How can you be happy if you get like this?
In the eyes of her mother, all her friends were here to drag her down. When she was in junior high school, she had a very lively classmate. She was very happy during that time. Soon her mother discovered her unusual happiness. .
Within a few days, that deskmate was transferred away by the teacher. The teacher said that her mother called her and said that this deskmate was affecting her study and asked to be transferred.
At that time, she felt that as long as she was happy, her mother would be unhappy.
She didn't understand why her mother didn't like her children to be happy so much.
When she was applying for college, her mother chose schools in nearby cities. Cheng Xiang secretly changed her choice because she wanted to be as far away from her as possible.
During four years of college, all the roommates in the dormitory received calls from my mother. Whenever she couldn't find her, they would bombard their roommates with calls.
After graduation, Cheng Xiang originally planned to continue taking the postgraduate entrance examination, but her mother agreed without hesitation and began to help her find schools, tutors, and information. The feeling of being manipulated made Cheng Xiang feel suffocated instantly, and she developed a rebellious mentality. No more exams, looking for a job.
As an undergraduate, I encountered obstacles in finding a job. I worked in an accounting firm for half a year, but that firm closed down. After I got out, I applied for a job in the finance department of a factory. There was a lot of intrigue among the small departments, and Cheng was marginalized if he didn't want to participate. In the end, He was also taken advantage of by that wretched, bald finance section chief.
When the old man's hand touched Cheng Xiang's butt, Cheng Xiang sighed in disgust, slapped the old man with his backhand, picked up the thermos cup on the table and splashed tea and wolfberry in his face. The old man thought angrily. Fight back.
Cheng wanted to kick him in the calf and scratch the old man's face at the risk of his newly made manicure being scratched.
In the end, she compiled the account books that the finance section chief had misappropriated company funds during this period, and threw them on the boss's desk, saying goodbye and not sending them away.
In her small house, she ate and waited for death for two months, and was bombarded with calls from her mother. Later, her uncle came over and laughed at her for swearing not to rely on others but only her own words, and then told her He said, if you want to show off, come to my company.
She knew that this was also what her mother meant. She felt that she had been fighting against her mother all her life, but in the end she had to succumb to reality and obey her wishes.
It was boring. She had also thought about why she and her mother were always at war with each other, why they couldn't be intimate, go shopping together, or drink milk tea together. She had tried hard, but when she wanted to hold her mother's hand, her mother He ducked away in embarrassment.
She knew then that this relationship couldn't be saved, so she wouldn't save it.
Later, she chose to mess up her life and work. If a person wants to control you, she will control what you value. When you don't care about anything, she will be unable to do anything to you.
Therefore, showing off at that time was a kind of counterattack when I was unable to resist.
I came to this world accidentally and met a man who respects my wishes in everything. There is no pressure, no competition, and no control. The mess at this time is the relief when I finally have a space to relax.
But people who have lived under heavy pressure for too long will always have an unreal feeling once the pressure is released.
She once asked Zhou Tianlei: "Do you have any expectations for me? What kind of mother and wife do you want me to be? Or what kind of things do you want me to do?"
Zhou Tianlei said: "I think it's good for you to be like this. Just do whatever you want and be happy."
He made Cheng Xiang experience what relaxation means.
At this time, Cheng Xiang was sitting on the sofa next to the stove, knitting a scarf, thinking about these past and present lives in his mind, and the corners of his mouth raised inadvertently.
"What are you thinking about? So happy?" Zhou Tianlei, who was standing next to him, saw her expression and asked curiously.
It was rare that he got off the early shift today, cooked a meal early, sat on the sofa with her and listened to Qing'er playing the piano, waiting for the two boys to come back from school.
Cheng Xiang smiled, looked at him and said, "I miss you."
Zhou Tianlei's eyes darkened, he reached out and pinched her face, his eyes moved to her red lips: "Do you need me to do anything?"
Cheng wanted to look at Qing'er, then looked at him angrily: "I hate it." He lowered his head and ignored him.
Bang, the door was opened, and the two children carrying books on their backs came in with a gust of cold wind.
"Back?" Cheng Xiang looked at them with a smile.
The two people gathered around the fire, warming their hands and complaining: "It's so cold. I'm freezing to death, but it's still warm at home."
"Hurry and bake it, it's time to eat." Cheng Xiang greeted them.
"Mom, our classmates are asking me why you don't teach us music anymore." Zhou Yang said while covering his face with his hot hands.
"Because you have a new music teacher." Cheng Xiang replied.
"But everyone doesn't like that music teacher." Zhou Yang said with a pout.
"Why?"
"She played the accordion like a bellows. It whirred. She taught us to sing out of tune. We laughed at her, but she was still angry."
"How can you laugh at the teacher? You have to respect the teacher."
"We also want to respect her, but she is so funny. In addition to music, she also taught us art. Did you know? She taught us how to draw apples. The apples looked like butts. Hahaha, it was not painted by Qing'er. nice."
"Ha ha ha ha"
At this time, Zhou Tianxing made a small report and said: "Xiao Yang was criticized by the principal today."
"Why?" Everyone looked at Zhou Yang: "What trouble did you get into again?"
Zhou Yang lowered his head and rolled his eyes without speaking.
Zhou Tianxing laughed and said, "Today he nicknamed the new music teacher in the class, Little Fat Piggy Teacher. The music teacher heard it and went to his class teacher to complain. As a result, his class teacher said, "Tell me," Zhou Tianxing tried his best to hold back his laughter and said, "Tell me, you kid, why are you so rude? How could you give your teacher such a nickname? You can't just call others what they look like?"
"Hahahahaha" Cheng Xiang patted his thigh and laughed so hard, "Your head teacher is a talent, oh, you made me laugh so hard."
Zhou Tianlei also smiled and shook his head, supporting Cheng who was holding his stomach and thought: "Okay, it's time to stop laughing soon."
Zhou Tianxing continued: "Then the teacher didn't want to, so he reported it to the principal. He and his head teacher were severely punished by the principal."
"Hahaha, you deserve it, Xiao Yang, and your class teacher deserves it too."
"Mom, stop laughing and eat, I'm starving."
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Days like this are actually not bad.
