Today I went to the book city to read a book, and casually turned over a popular version of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic on the desk. A kid came running up to me, pushed me away, picked up the book, and said, "What are you doing?" This is my book. Before I could react, he flipped it twice and threw it aside and ran away.
I didn't care, just as an ignorant child, continued to pick up the book and sit down on the bench next to me.
After a while he came over again, took a book and flipped it over a few times, threw it next to me, and then flipped through several books in a row, all of which were thrown on my stool and even smashed on my legs. I didn't make a sound and silently pushed the book aside. When he saw this, he immediately pushed all the books on the stool to my thighs until they were piled up on me, obviously on purpose.
Not knowing where the bear boy came from, I looked up at him and he ran away again. Once again, I pulled the book away from me.
Later, he sat down with his grandfather, and when he saw that the book was not leaning against me, he was immediately dissatisfied: "What are you doing?" As he spoke, he pushed the book over.
I controlled my emotions and said, "Little friend, did you take this book?" If you don't look at it, you have to put it back in place, not pile it on me. ”
"Why?" He muttered quietly.
"Why?" I asked a question and thought it was a little funny.
"You read books, don't pile books on me, you know?" I said solemnly.
His grandfather whispered something to him, presumably telling him not to make trouble.
I pulled the book away from me and he pushed him to my side until it touched my thigh.
I stared at him fiercely, and he immediately weakened and looked to the side.
"Put the book back where it was." I told him solemnly, he did not dare to say a word, silently put a few books on the shelves.
I calmed down, and as soon as I shifted my attention to the book, he took a book about making tea and handed it to me.
"You look at this book, it's a good book."
I took the book and was a little stunned.
Was it just a little too fierce? What malice a child can have is nothing but naughtiness. After being severely criticized by me, he still took the book and talked to me, which was really cute.
Thinking of his behavior just now, it is obviously not malicious, and after discovering my displeasure, he immediately became well-behaved, rather than being unreasonable and overbearing.
The child's mind is really simple. My heart seemed to be touched, and suddenly it became soft.
Maybe I should be a little more patient and kind to my children in the future, and not see them as "bear children" in the first place.