Wang Ke was born to love you, grew up to love you, and was smart and beautiful. The sound of the wind blowing and the music of raindrops gave birth to wisdom in her little head.

Wang Kexin likes to play barefoot, running wildly on the cold floor, and giggling in the community.

Mother-in-law and grandfather couldn't accept Wang Kexin's nature, and often forced Wang Kexin to wear socks, and Wang Kexin often resisted and cried. Her mother, Chen Can, felt that the child could sense her physical needs, and she was willing to play barefoot, so she would do as she wished.

These two concepts of parenting, in ordinary and trivial days, are gearing up and secretly generating fireworks.

Chen Can really couldn't accept the monopoly control of Wang Kexin by her elders in the name of love, and she resigned from the achievements and status that she had worked hard for many years. Since then, I have wiped off the fat powder, put on an apron, and taught my husband and children at home.

Chen Can is a very enterprising woman, all her self-confidence and calmness come from, appreciation and considerable salary after hard work.

Not long after he resigned, Chen Can suffered from gains and losses in trivial and tasteless days. She became more and more sensitive and suspicious for no reason. She knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't control it. Hovering between her children and her career, she still chose to accompany her, even though there were many unwillingness, she still chose to swallow her heart's desire.

The longer the days go, the later Wang Bo comes home, occasionally plays with Wang Kexin, occasionally sleeps at the end of the day, or lies on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with peace of mind, and changes his thesis.

At first, Chen Can had to argue with her for a few words, telling that he got up early with the children and stayed up late at night. But in exchange for not hugs and comfort, but just indifferent white eyes. She didn't see love and distress in his eyes, disappointment and unwillingness to entangle her, countless times of decline.

Tears carry helplessness and forbearance for middle-aged life, yes, she has passed the age of turning her head and leaving. She is no longer young, and she also bears the responsibilities of a mother. His mother is here, his home is there, even if he is busy and cold, he still loves Wang Kexin very much.

If you choose to leave for your desire for love and for your ideal life, the family will be scattered, but the biggest harm will be borne by the child.

Friends persuaded her, men are like that, they can't be counted on, as long as they don't cheat and take the money home, even if they are a scarce species, not to mention that your old king is still so handsome.

Slowly, I don't know if I'm used to it, or I'm down, or I don't love it.

Chen Can no longer blames Wang Bo for his busyness, and no longer expects anything from him. As far as the eye can see, most men have exhausted their enthusiasm and patience in their work.

She was just disappointed in life, disappointed in love, and disappointed in the concept of home.

Wang Kexin's intelligence and cuteness also helped Chen Can heal a lot of confusion, fragility, and loneliness. Whenever Chen Can was depressed, Wang Kexin would hug her, and Chen Can would instantly release the panic and irritability that were difficult to capture and describe. Like a spring breeze, smile calmly.

She thought that if life itself was a deception, then the person who set it up must be very unlovable. The red dust is rolling, the smoke has not dispersed, and the heroes and heroes have long since dissipated. The love poems that have been praised through the ages, every word is beautiful, and every sentence is in the marrow, but the people have passed away, but the love is difficult to complete.

Later generations were guided by the Book of Poetry, embraced love, looked forward to it, searched for it, and finally scarred and paid a lifetime of affection.

It seems that men are still those men who are forced to chase, fame, fortune, and status. The sun and the moon change, from ancient times to modern times.

It seems that women are still those women, who are gentle all their lives, treat an affectionate person, and grow old together. Time flies, the rivers are there, and the love is there.

The bad thing is the bad thing, the person who set up the game, tells you how beautiful love is, how lovely love is, how bright love is. When you get closer, love is more touching, more intimidating, and more delicate than he complains.

It's just that he set the period of love too short, and then he flooded and sprinkled the world with love.

If so, one day I will see him, I will ask him well. What kind of enmity can I have with you in this world, using love as bait, but giving people, affection, indifference, and cruelty.

Is it so difficult to give only to others with love?