Eleven

Time flies, and in an instant, Wei Wei has grown up and gone to school. As a mother who is "afraid of melting in her mouth and afraid of being scared when she puts it on her head", Sang Zixin will face a big problem of educating her children.

On the first day of school, she sent Wei Wei to school. And on the way to school, Sang Zixin said to her son, who was not familiar with the road. He instructed: "Remember, you have to go to school on this road, and you have to keep to the right." Wei Wei carried his schoolbag and seemed to remember his mother's words as he walked. The way he looked around was still quite cute. She stared at her son. However, every time he walked forward, Wei Wei kept asking questions to his mother. Sang Zixin replied while paying attention to her son's every move.

There are a lot of people at the school gate, and every parent comes to see off the new students. She handed Wei Wei to the head teacher who greeted her at the door. The teacher was very enthusiastic to lead the student over and told her that there was a class every year. Sang Zixin happily thinks that the teachers in the first class are all school year leaders. Maybe it's a kind of luck that my own children can get to a class here...... She simply stopped thinking about it.

Wei Wei's enthusiasm for going to school is very high. The next day, he went to and from school on his own. Sang Zixin was still not at ease, she looked at the students entering and leaving the school from afar, but she couldn't see a few parents who sent their children. Wei Wei had been in school for more than two weeks, and Sang Zixin followed her for two weeks in a row before she dispelled her thoughts. And later, from time to time, she still wants to watch her children go to and from school. When children are older, they should have their own space and independence. At the same time, it is also to cultivate children's self-care ability; discriminating ability; A great opportunity to recognize competence. However, she was always afraid that her son would have ...... She knew she shouldn't think so, and she just couldn't calm down. So, every day after dinner, she always had to educate her son, until she was tired of talking about him. During this time, Wei Wei dropped from the top few in the class to the middle school. Sang Zixin asked her son, what is the problem? Wei Wei said angrily: "It's all your fault, babbling all day long." Hearing her son's words, she began to reflect on herself, and asked repeatedly: Is this right or wrong? On the question of how to treat her son, she would think: the child is wearing too much, or is he wearing less? Do you follow the path of going to and from school? Does he pay attention to the lecture during class? Has the academic performance gone up? Can you keep up? All this, Sang Zixin can only change the "worry" so that Wei Wei can successfully complete the leap from the first grade to the second grade without external interference and redundant influence. At the parent-teacher meeting, Sang Zixin finally let go of all her thoughts and practices. From her experience as a parent, she has learned lessons on how to guide and educate her children.

When Wei Wei was in the third grade, he changed his homeroom teacher. The new class teacher has a view on the learning and management of the class, whether it is the study, discipline, labor and life order of the class, including the learning atmosphere of the students, and the attitude towards the students. Wei Wei went from not adapting to the pressure to the pressure. A few weeks later, after reading the comments of the previous teacher, the head teacher was strict with Wei Wei, who was declining in learning. He was already disobedient, and his academic performance couldn't go up. At the beginning of the next semester, the teacher took a laissez-faire attitude towards Wei Wei, who could not be mentioned at all. Perhaps, this is another way to supervise learning. The teacher thought. However, this method is used on Wei Wei, and it really benefits a lot. Despite this, his academic performance cannot catch up with what it used to be. Facing her uncompetitive son, Sang Zixin couldn't sit still.

Wei Wei, who came home from school, never let his mother tutor him, and he also lost his enthusiasm for learning in the first and second grades. Although Sang Zixin did not relax her guard at any moment. But she only focused on preaching, and there was nothing practical about it. As she continued, Wei Wei began to retort fiercely. In this way, Sang Zixin doesn't know what to do?

On this day, the teacher suddenly called: Wei Wei did not come to school. Sang Zixin put down the phone and her head "buzzed". She put down her work and went to her mother's house. I saw Wei Wei on the table of his grandmother's house, writing quietly. Sang Zixin, who was in a hurry, still reprimanded. "Son, how can you skip school? Do you want to study anymore? ”

Looking at his mother who was losing his temper, Wei Wei just blinked. He was still sitting at the table. "What the hell are you talking about?" She was angry, but not very heavy.

Wei Wei stopped and put the book in his bag. "Teachers always criticize me."

"Say you, it's for your own good." Sang Zixin said: "What's wrong with a teacher criticizing a student, you won't go to school?" ”

"Kid, your mom is right." Fang Hua looked at Wei Wei, who was indifferent, and her daughter who was so anxious that she was in a hurry, she said: "Skipping school is a bad child's business, Wei Wei is such a student, let your mother lead him to school." ”

"Can this be a student's behavior? To what extent do you have to "tao", if you don't go to school, you won't go to school. Sang Zixin said.

Wei Wei listened to the adult's words, and said disapprenously: "The teacher is not allowed to talk about me in class." ”

“…… It's getting more and more disagreeable, you don't do well, and you don't let the teacher say it. ”

"The teacher is laughing at people." Wei Wei said.

"Mom, look, he's hard-mouthed no matter what he says." Sang Zixin said helplessly.

Fang Hua looked at Wei Wei, who insisted, and seemed to have nothing to say. “…… Let's go to school first. ”

She had no choice but to send her son to school.

"Mom, don't let the teacher talk about me again." Wei Wei emphasized.

Sang Zixin listened to her son's words and had no idea at all. Facing his son, "You're asking me to talk to the teacher, right?" ”

Wei Wei nodded quickly.

"You kid ......," Sang Zixin sighed.

Such an unspeakable commission, I don't know how Sang Zixin told the teacher. Anyway, this semester is finally over.

When the class held a parent-teacher meeting, Sang Zixin reported to work in the area and did not rush back. Wei Daping went to his son's parent-teacher conference. After Wei Wei found out, he resolutely refused to let his father participate. Wei Daping asked his son, and he said hesitantly: "...... Not good. ”

"You're just ......," Wei Daping said angrily. There is no child like you in the world who dislikes his father. ”

"Then I won't let you go." Wei Wei and his father talked back.

For such a child, Wei Daping has no temper at all.

Due to the absence of Wei Wei's parents, at the parent-teacher meeting, the homeroom teacher had a complaint about Wei Wei's father and mother.

Faced with Wei Wei's rejection reaction of not studying and not "serving" the teacher, Sang Zixin and his wife could only say: It would be nice to be older. That being said, for Wei Wei, it's a big difference. In view of her son's performance in school and class, and his lagging academic performance, Sang Zixin had an idea and asked for the consent of her husband and son. After Wei Wei heard the news of the transfer, he finally smiled.

Although it is not difficult to transfer schools, there are still small setbacks. Because there is no suitable person, the transfer has been delayed again and again. couldn't drag it on, so Sang Zixin had no choice but to tell her colleagues about the disgraceful things. So, with the help of his colleagues, Wei Wei transferred to another school. When he arrived at the new school, he finally returned to "Shen'er" and improved his studies. This made Sang Zixin and his wife breathe a sigh of relief, although in their hearts, Wei Wei's previous actions and practices made them unable to figure it out, and it would be annoying to ask him again. However, they still believe in their son. "It would be nice to be bigger." Sang Zixin still comforted herself with this sentence.

There will always be things in the world that coincide with encounters. However, coincidentally, Wei Wei's head teacher is the landlord of Sang Zixin's house. The teacher's surname is Yu, and his name is Houcheng. Teacher Yu, who is not in a hurry, has an easy-going personality and an active mind. He devotes all his energy to teaching, leading and managing classes. Due to buying a house and repaying the money, there has been no contact in recent years. With the help of Sister Hao, Wei Wei not only transferred to another school, but also entered Teacher Yu's class. Otherwise, it would not be possible to treat and give gifts so smoothly. Although Wei Wei is a transfer student, after a period of study, his grades in all subjects are among the best. So, in the selection of class cadres, he was famous in the class. Everything returned to normal Weiwei, which made Sang Zixin finally breathe a sigh of relief. In short, she spends 100% of her energy on her son. Due to the tense emotions all day long, the nervous heart and brain, she once lost sleep and forgetfulness. However, this testimony persists in her. Later, her husband asked her to take some medicine. After taking the medicine, the haggard Sang Zixin finally stabilized, and her insomnia was relieved.

At the same time, in addition to doing their own work, Sang Zixin and his wife still focus on their son. Now the transformation of a family of three has made it easy for them to do their own things.

In the class, Sang Zixin was very interested in the food that her colleagues said, it was delicious, especially the children loved to eat. She used to hear from her colleagues and didn't care. Today, she got off work and bought instant noodles and ham sausages according to what her colleague said. "Have a meal for the whole family." Sang Zixin thought.

She carried her bag, went home happily, and after saying hello to her mother, she went into the kitchen.

Fang Hua took the bag of instant noodles, "Three fresh noodles ......"

"It's a new product, and my colleagues say it's good, especially children love to eat it." Sang Zixin said.

Fang Hua looked at his elated daughter and smiled.

After the instant noodles were cooked, people came back from work and school. She brought the noodles to the bowl. "One bowl is not enough, and there is." She said, placing the tray in her hand on the table. Take a bowl in each person's hand and bring it to his face. Sang Zixin took the tray, and the middle of the table was empty. "There should be some food on the table, right?" Sang Zixuan said with a smile.

"Ham sausage is the vegetable." Hui Lan said to her husband.

"You go cut a plate of ham sausages, and my brother-in-law and I will drink some." Sang Zixuan said.

Hui Lan stood up and went to cut the intestines.

"Huilan, sit down, I'll come." Sang Zixin said as she walked into the kitchen. At the same time, seeing this, Wei Daping got up and went into the kitchen.

Fang Hua wanted to stop his son from drinking, but he brought his uncle with him, and she didn't say what came to his mouth.

Sang Zixuan took the wine and poured it for his mother first. "Mom, let's taste the food at home today, let's drink some." He said coquettishly.

As soon as the wine was poured, Sang Zixin and his wife brought two dishes up. "The combination of ham sausage and white and green vegetables makes you have an appetite when you look at it." Sang Zixuan teased.

Everyone tastes the food. Then, raise a glass together, "Mom, how does it taste?" Sang Zixin asked her mother heartily.

"Yes, the smell is very tempting." Fang Hua said with satisfaction.

"Mom, drink." Sang Zixin said to the people at the table. "Come, drink."

However, Wei Wei, who had never eaten properly, ate a bowl of noodles. So he wiped his mouth and said, "It's delicious, and the food is delicious." ”

Almost everyone had an idea. Whether it is the taste, or the packaging and shape of the product, the identification and law of nature, price and ratio, the people at the table have a taste.