Syllable~

Syllable~

Syllable~

These are the three slaps that I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears, from whose hands? A grandfather "rewarded" his granddaughter.

Maybe there were more than three, and when I saw it, there was a hand that was continuously fanned left and right, a withered yellow, and a hand covered with extremely ugly wrinkles, which I can imagine, but because there was a shelter in front of me, I didn't want to think it was a lively look.

I feel that the grandfather should have never read a book, and although he can't hear anything in a few words, he can only be discouraged from the vulgar tone and even more shocking violence.

All that is left of such an old man is self-awareness and judgment, and if a person appears to persuade him, he will do a bad thing with good intentions.

Let's start with what I know, the little girl, like any other child, has a constant longing for candy, standing in layers of chocolate and bubble gum...... In front of the shelves, whispering words like wanting candy, although the child's grandfather heard it, he was not angry to count the children who came to the supermarket and only knew how to eat candy......

The child is still immersed in the fantasy of candy, even if his grandfather wants to pull himself out of the supermarket as if pulling a cow, he resists stubbornly.

The little girl is very energetic, and grandpa really can't pull it.

His face was already very ugly, and as soon as he heard his granddaughter shouting for candy, as soon as the anger came, he began to beat the child.

The child is also strong, not only did he not cry out in pain when he was slapped, but he also raised his head and glared angrily at his grandfather, who even slapped him, and stood straight with the determination not to leave if he was killed.

When I was a child, I was the same, I was so not afraid of pain, my heart was happy, and I would silently say: "You fight, you fight, I won't cry out for pain, I'll be angry with you~I'll kill you~"

I wonder if the little girl has the same thoughts as when I was a child?

The child is still a child after all, and it was only a few minutes from the beginning to the time when he was dragged out of the supermarket by his grandfather while bursting foul language.

There weren't a lot of people in the supermarket at the time, and there were no children, so I was glad that if other children my age saw it, what would the little girl think?

Stubborn children swallow bitter water into their stomachs, while crying children often get candy.

If the child cried, I don't think he would get a piece of candy because of it, but he would be taught a lesson: if you don't get something, you know how to cry, just cry as you want.

It would be terrible for a child to be able to decide whether to cry or not by looking at his face.

I don't like children and adults who only know how to cry, but I feel very sorry for stubborn children and adults.

There are so many things that can't be explained, and there are countless relationships between stubbornness and compromise.

A person is born round, as long as he is not an adult, the more he grows, the more the edges and corners on his body will only increase, and will not decrease overnight, however, as long as a person is an adult, after coming into contact with society, it will become round again, but this circle is not rounder than the other.

If I am stubborn, my head will be broken and I will be scarred, and I will be stubborn, rational and persistent.

Winning one's own distress is also a kind of distress, after the distress, the stubbornness will be satisfied, and it doesn't matter whether the ending is good or bad.