Usually I am the first to pick it up, but today is the last one, this little bean bag was wronged, and when he saw me, he threw himself into my arms and cried. I wiped away my child's tears, took him by the hand and walked out.

When he arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, Si Jianlian waited next to the car, saw Xiaodoubao's red eyes, his face sank again, and he cared for the child: "A boy, crying and crying every day, like a girl, can you have some interest." ”

Little Bean Bao immediately stopped, and his little hands pulled my sleeves tightly.

"You don't have nothing to do, what kind of ability is it to get angry at a child. I pretended to be calm and finished speaking to Si Jianlian, and then picked up the little bean bag, trying to comfort him.

"How old are you?" said Si Jianlian again.

His expression and tone were full of impatience.

I know he's taking his frustration out on my child. I wanted to quarrel with him, but I didn't feel unpleasant in front of my child. I didn't want to leave any psychological shadow on my child, so I had to endure it.

After he finished talking about the child, he looked at me again and said, "I really don't know how you are a mother, raising a boy to not look like a boy at all, and he is spoiled." ”

Usually Si Jianlian also said such things, but I didn't care, thinking that these were just his unintentional little complaints. After Sheng Qingjin talked to me just now, I suddenly realized that he was tired of me for I don't know how long. My heart hurts, and the anger comes up for no reason, and I can't suppress it.

"A boy needs his father to take more to have a boyish temperament, you work overtime every day, travel every week, and take him for no more than two hours a month, you are qualified to say that he is not good. I stood still, held the child in one hand, snatched the car keys from his hand and said, "If you don't want to go back at night, don't go back." ”

After saying that, I hugged the child and went straight to the car to start. Before I stepped on the accelerator, I glanced in the rearview mirror, Si Jianlian was still standing in place hesitating whether to catch up, my heart was crossed, and the car drove out like an arrow.

Little Doubao sat next to me, the adult's seat belt was loosely attached to him, he turned his head to look behind him and said, "Why doesn't Dad come home?"

I didn't answer, my eyes were full of tears, and I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would reveal my emotions.

He suddenly noticed my abnormality and asked carefully, "Mom, why are you crying?"

As soon as the child's milky words came out, I couldn't bear it anymore, and the tears began to fall down in big drops, so as not to worry him, I kept taking a deep breath, and then tried to say in a calm voice: "Mommy is fine, I was lost just now." ”

Xiao Doubao is a sensitive child, and he immediately said his judgment: "No, it was Dad who made you angry." ”

"It's okay, don't get involved in the affairs of adults. I said.

The next forty minutes home, I didn't dare to shed another tear.

When I got home, I cooked for my children as usual, helped with homework, told stories, bathed, and put them to sleep.

Just looking at the sleeping little man, the grievances in my heart surged up.

I held back my tears until I came out of the room where I was in the bean bag, and the tears hit the back of my hand. I leaned against the door of the child's room and let out a long sigh, I really don't know how my marriage is sick. At this time, the mobile phone in my pocket rang, and I hurriedly took the phone and walked to the master bedroom while connecting it.