My grades in school have always been bad, and of course I am still not good.
My parents are very strict with me, always hoping that my grades can be better, but my head seems to be very unenlightened, to put it bluntly, it is stupid, but I do have my own opinions on clothing matching and makeup, maybe girls will pay attention to it in this regard.
Parents in this regard will not deliberately oppose, just say that now to study, in school every day is the school uniform, there is no use in these, when you grow up, you can dress yourself, and choose more things than now.
This year's final exam I got my wish to fail again, to be honest this time the question is really simple, there are a lot of 90 in the class, but I am only 80 points, when my parents know my grades, they did not treat me as before - or that I usually do not work hard, how can I do well in the exam? Or encourage me to promise to buy me something I like the next time I get how many points I get.
At that time, my mother just said, it's okay, next time come on. Hearing my mother's words, my mouth was full of, oh oh, I know, and so on, but I don't know why my heart is always pumping and twitching.
In the sparse sound of firecrackers, the year has always come, along with the new coronavirus, downstairs there is no previous children's smashing cannons and frolicking sounds, there is no toast from relatives and friends in previous years at home, demons such as two articles do not ring in my ears, as for this year's newly bought fur collar black slimming down jacket, with pink gradient color sneakers, forget it, or let them stay quietly in the closet.
The sky in the second year of the first year is finally clear, the sun father-in-law got up early, or got up too early, and then fell again in a short time, I really don't know if the sun mother-in-law will pull its ears to scare it. My parents also got up very early, and they had to start preparing the ingredients for lunch for breakfast, so I said that there were only 4 of us, and we could just make something to eat, not so troublesome. Mom said, what is the trouble of cooking, how to say that today is also the New Year, although there are no relatives and friends to come, the family also has to do lively.
If you want to eat delicious, in addition to cooking, you also have time to boil. Wait for the meal to wait until the stomach grunts, sleep lazily in the morning, but now can only bump melon seeds with one hand, drink milk with the other hand and wait for the noon meal, almost to a point when the delicious finally filled the coffee table, fried and stewed, meat and vegetarian collocation, although not comparable to the restaurant, but also has salt and taste, although the color is not very delicious, better than home.
Today my father was in a very beautiful mood, and jokingly said to us: Don't drink some wine, I am sorry for the dish at this table, you have to thank your mother well, and when you say it, you get up and go to get the saffron under the wine cabinet, the jujube and some materials I can't name, take off the wine that hangs next to the wine tank, pick up the wine and knock on the stomach of the round wine tank, and let me wipe it with a paper towel, and then reach into the wine tank and lift half of the wine into the wine glass on the side, and the wine lift rubs on the edge of the tank, knocking, Slip the remaining little bit of wine in the wine bottle into the wine tank, and then take a paper towel to rub around the wine tank before sealing the lid of the wine tank, and the wine bottle will hang in place again, push the wine tank back into the cabinet, close the cabinet door, and then pick up the half-brewed wine glass at your feet, return to the coffee table and sit well.
My father loves to drink, but the amount of alcohol is not large, he is a very self-controlled man, although he loves to drink but never greedy, his mother will not deliberately care in this regard, his father is very strict with us, sometimes more than his mother, in fact, we are more afraid of him, when I was in elementary school, I was not beaten less, most of them were the power of the big slap and the small ass collided, but rarely explained to us, I don't know from what time the father is not beating us, mostly say two sentences, and give the right to discipline us to the mother.
Or today's father's wine poured a little too much, or the mother's dishes are doing abnormally, and the father's words have become more after eating.
Big girl, will you think we are very annoyed and take you too strictly? Hearing my father's question, I was stunned in my heart, and replied calmly on my face: No, the parents in the mouth of my classmates are the same as you, but I am too stupid, and it is always bad to study.
The red-faced father took a small sip of the wine glass, zozole chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised taro into his mouth and chewed slowly: In fact, we should have told you that I am sorry, my grades were not good when I studied with your mother, we are not qualified to ask how good your grades are, but as parents, who does not want their children jackie chan into phoenix? I dare not say how much I can do in society in the future, at least it will not be difficult for us to earn money like this.
Everyone's life is very fair, if you choose the first 20 years, easy to play, then after entering the society for more than 20 years, you can only work harder and harder to catch up with the social harvest.
bang. ... Bang Mom tapped the edge of the vegetable bowl with the head of the chopsticks: Old guy, have you drunk too much "yellow urine"? What did you say? They are still young, what do you know? Eat enough to go to sleep at home.
Mom turned her head and smiled at me and said, "Big girl, don't listen to your "old man"'s wine, what does he know? It is a soil eight road, do a little business to the tail how high, now you read junior high school, immediately go to high school, those questions I and your old man do not understand, can not help you, you can work your own, as for the future can not become a dragon, to that time is saying.
I used chopsticks to turn over the basin for a while, picked up a piece of fat that I hated to eat and put it in my mouth, smiled and said to my mother: I know, in fact, my father is right, I will work hard.
Lunch was finally over, and as for the piece of fat, I don't remember if I had eaten it in my stomach, and it seemed to be windy again in the afternoon, or not.
The temperature dropped a lot at night, I pulled the thick quilt over my head, my eyes seemed to be a little wet, and I seemed to be saying to my parents in a daze, in fact, I have been trying, but I am really stupid, sorry, I will try harder,
... It's true...