It's late at night, it's time for me to go to bed, now go to the bathroom.

For me, I need to be brave when it comes to waking up late. It may be that I watched too many ghost movies when I was a child, and I was always afraid of the mirror at night and didn't dare to look at it directly.

This fear of mirrors was even written in my first novel. In that book, "The Idle House", I have a strong use of mirrors.

The full text of that book was blocked and hit me hard, 550,000 words! You can imagine how difficult it is for a person who works more than 14 hours a day to write 550,000 words.

As long as I look in the mirror, I think of "Idle House", which makes me even more sad.

So lately, I've had more of a fear of mirrors in my subconscious.

I'm especially scared of the mirror in the middle of the night. Even though the light was on in the bathroom, I didn't dare look in the mirror.

I don't look in the mirror much during the day, and even if I do, I don't look in the mirror for more than two minutes.

There is one thing that I think is very strange and weird, I don't know if you have ever experienced this:

The mirror in the bathroom, I think I look very good, it seems to be more beautiful than the effect of the beauty filter.

I hurriedly came out of the bathroom and returned to the children's bedroom, and found Erbao sitting there in a daze, with a look of grievance and sadness.

I hurriedly asked her what was wrong. She asked me in a very sad whisper: "Mom, doesn't Dabao know that I broke her bag?......"

Oh, so she's still worried about that.

During the day, when Dabao was watching TV, Erbao secretly played with Dabao's small bag containing the skipping rope.

But she accidentally pulled off the zipper on the mouth of the bag, in fact, the kind of small bag that was almost disposable was not strong in the first place.

Erbao pursed his lips and looked at me with a scared expression, and that little look of help was really cute.

She knew that it was her little sister's thing, and she was afraid of being blamed by her little sister, because Da Bao was really fierce and sometimes very willful, and it was common for her little sister to bully.

I worked hard for a long time, but it didn't work. I could only give Erbao an idea, and I made the zipper very straight, so I couldn't see that it was broken, and then carefully put it aside.

I told Erbao that it was okay.

Erbao asked worriedly: Is this okay? It's already broken, and you haven't fixed it.

I said it's okay, that's it, let's go play.

Then Erbao happily played with Dabao again. I thought Erbao had forgotten about it, but I didn't expect her to be still worried about it when she was sleeping in a daze.

In fact, Dabao had already found out that the zipper of the bag was broken, but she thought that she had pulled it too hard. At that time, he said to himself: If it's bad, it's bad, it's okay.

He even turned around and asked me: Mom, is it okay?

I said it's okay, this kind of bag is not sturdy in the first place! You've been playing with skipping rope, and it's too troublesome to pack it up and take it out later, so it's unnecessary.

Erbao didn't know that Dabao had found out, and now that she was sleeping in a daze, I couldn't explain too much.

After coaxing two or three sentences, Erbao lay down and fell asleep again.

What I didn't expect was that when I woke up in the morning, Erbao asked Dabao: Sister, your skipping rope bag is broken, do you know?

Dabao said: I know, it's okay, it's bad, it's bad.

Erbao couldn't believe and asked: Is it really okay sister?

Dabao said impatiently: It's okay, it's okay!

Erbao asked in surprise: Do you believe me, sister? I really didn't mean to.

Dabao suddenly heard the mystery: Erbao, what are you talking about? Could it be that you broke it?

Questioned by the young lady, Erbao suddenly raised his voice and shouted: I didn't break it! As soon as I touched it, it fell, I didn't break it! Don't you believe me?

The two of them chatted repeatedly for a while, and Dabao finally got impatient: Oh, don't talk about it, it's bad, it's bad.

Erbao said a little aggrieved: Okay, but it's really none of my business! Sister, you must remember that I didn't break it......

The two young ladies would quarrel every day, and sometimes the war would escalate and they would tear each other apart. And sometimes I just sit on the sidelines as if nothing happened.

No matter what the quarrel or fight is, they will soon be reconciled. Every time we reconcile, we first agree: we reconcile, it's okay just now.

You see, there is no need for a third person to be involved at all. But sometimes one of them comes to complain, and I will mediate appropriately.

As an adult, don't elevate things between children to the moral level of right and wrong.

No one wants to be judged and judged all the time, and neither do children. I'm not a parenting expert per se, and I just don't want my kids to learn to drill the horns.

Learn from the inside out: nothing!