I chose to shut up, regretting why I couldn't help it. At the beginning, I said why my father couldn't bear it, but now I find that it is really difficult. If a person wants to suppress his misunderstanding and cannot explain it, the explanation will come again and there will be a deeper misunderstanding.

"You just don't have a good relationship with your family! The two of us couldn't talk, we quarreled as soon as we spoke, and we couldn't communicate at all! I can't communicate with your family! ”

After I shut up and didn't talk, my mother reprimanded me for more than an hour, and then changed the starting point: I can't communicate!

But you know, everything I say is wrong, I can't do anything I want, what makes me cautious? But the other way around, I can't communicate?

Counting the time to night, watching the light shining on the balcony wall from white to dim, I squatted in the corner of the bed, hugged my knees, and buried my face in my knees. Where's my invisibility cloak?

But I don't have an invisibility cloak! I want to be transparent air, I want to be foam!

Mom seems to be able to use quarrels to eat, and can use quarrels as her own lullaby, but I can't.

Before it was completely dark, I couldn't bear it, so I quietly took the jingle cat pendant and the secret ring, pulled the quilt over my head, and hid in the quilt to watch.

When I looked closely, I found that the ring tray was engraved with my name, his last name and the train number Kxxx, and the ring looked like crossing rails, so he was so attentive.

Put it back on your hand and place it on your heart. Holding the jingle cat pendant and listening to the music shared by Mu Liang, immerse yourself in this small world. Even if I survive in the cracks, at least God has given me a wooden light, who is the firefly in the evening, my light.

Hearing the snoring sound in the next room, I calmed down and thought: When people are angry, their thinking is chaotic, maybe my mother is like this.

is also a failure, if you want to be recognized by your mother, you have to make achievements and work hard like Mu Liang. So, the next step is to save money for a nice surprise for your mother.

I look through the calendar, and next month with students to compete and take exams, it is a good opportunity to perform.

In the next month, the school was very busy, everyone had a place to lead students to compete, and everyone was busy cultivating a few proud disciples and striving to win awards in the competition, and our new teachers were even more stressed. Qin Su is the most potential student I have found so far, with an excellent sense of color, and I plan to let her participate in the oil painting group competition.

After class, I left her behind to discuss the topic of the competition.

The door creaked open, and it was Qi Yiping from the calligraphy group, as well as Zhou Jiaqi.

"Teacher Xiang, I want to borrow a student from you." Qi Yiping said with a smile.

"Who?"

Qi Yiping raised his hand to signal, and Qin Su blushed.

"Qin Su has been reporting for two classes, calligraphy and your oil painting, calligraphy writing is also good, I plan to let her also apply for a calligraphy competition, but the time will be more tight, the preliminaries of the two competitions are the same time period, you can only choose one, to the teacher, you ......"

I turned my head to look at Qin Su, she never mentioned to me that she would not participate in the oil painting competition, but she took the initiative to show me the painting every time.

Qin Su glanced up at me, then lowered his head again.

"Qin Su, your mother said that you usually paint gouache at home, or you can choose gouache."

We haven't come up with a result yet, and Zhou Jiaqi has also come to intervene and rob people.

"It seems that Qin Su is such an excellent person, everyone is robbing it, Qin Su, what do you think of yourself?" I asked with an awkward smile.

Qin Su glanced nervously at the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a soft voice: "Actually, I want to report to the teacher, I like oil painting." ”

"But your calligraphy grades are very good, it's a pity not to report it, there are many senior classmates in oil painting, and it's not easy to get ahead." Qi Yiping didn't say anything about it openly, and he was suspected of suppressing Qin Su's interest.

"Teacher Qi, you don't look like you're here to borrow someone." I'm a little displeased.

"Hey! It's all for the good of the students. ”

Qin Su looked at her with the expectant eyes of me and Qi Yiping, a little embarrassed, and whispered, "I haven't thought about it yet, let's decide when the time comes." Teacher, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. He said and prepared to go out.

"Eh, Qin Su, I'm Teacher Zhou of gouache, your mother and I know, she said that you usually paint gouache well, why don't you choose my side?" Zhou Jiaqi smiled brightly, just like when she first saw her, showing small dimples, petite, lovely and kind.

"Teacher, I'd better go first, and I'll decide when the time comes." Qin Su grinned shyly, and after saying goodbye to everyone, he pushed the door and left.

As soon as Qin Su turned around, Zhou Jiaqi put away her smile and said, "I see, you better don't fight, she has the highest probability of reporting gouache, and I know her mother." ”

Qi and I looked at each other, and no one spoke. Maybe everyone felt embarrassed, and after a few pleasantries, they left. was really said by Zhong Qi's guy, and robbed each other of students.

When I passed by the small shop next to the school, Qin Su stopped me.

I was shocked that she didn't leave, and before I could speak, she lowered her head and kicked the gravel under her feet, and said with a pout: "Teacher, in fact, I want to report to your oil painting group, but my mother at home dislikes the smell of oil painting, so she paints gouache at home, and I don't want to participate in calligraphy and gouache competitions." ”

"Have you decided to paint the painting?" Hearing her say this, I felt a little happy in my heart.

"That...... Teacher...... Can you talk to my mom? She wanted me to report gouache or calligraphy, but she never agreed that I should learn oil painting, which was more expensive, and I would not take this in the future art exam. Qin Su's voice became smaller and quieter the more he spoke.

When I saw her, I felt like I was seeing myself. How cruel it is to be forced to give up without being respected for your hobbies. Decided to communicate with her mother on her behalf. When she heard my answer, she looked up with both eyes shining and smiling brightly.

It turned out that the expression on his face when he saw hope was so energetic.

In the evening, I called Qin Su's mother, in fact, I was not sure, listening to Qin Su's tone, her mother should also be a strong person, as expected, the communication was not so smooth.

"Teacher Xiang, I didn't approve of her learning oil painting, it has nothing to do with the art exam after that, she has to go to study whether she wants to die or live, and I plan not to register for classes next semester. In the competition, we either participated in the gouache group, and your gouache teacher Zhou also said hello to me. ”

"Mom! I don't want to go to Teacher Zhou's class! I'm going to participate in this competition, can't I? ”

On the phone, I heard Qin Su's sobbing.

"No! Adults talk, kids shut up! Qin Su's mother's tone was very similar to what her mother said on weekdays.

"In fact, we still have to respect the wishes of our children, and we still have to be interested in learning this kind of thing to learn well." Hearing Qin Su crying over there, it was as if I saw myself.

"Can interest be eaten? Teacher Xiang, I'm not targeting you, it's because our family's conditions are also limited, and we can't afford to provide so many hobbies......" Qin Su's mother was very resolute.

"I ......" I still tried to persuade, Qin Su's eyes always flashed in anticipation, no matter what, I wanted to do my best.