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I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

Text | Rice grain mother

On weekend afternoons, my girlfriend got me on the spot.

I just washed my hair and put on full makeup, how could I not go out; So, about rice grain went to watch a movie, he frowned and blurted out: After watching the movie with you, can you go home without writing a scroll and playing games for half an hour?

Is watching movies with my mom a complete over-study task? It's all entertainment, everyone is happy, how to bargain!

I didn't want to reply positively, he was biting and didn't want to go out, and I could only agree.

My son is usually warm, and when it comes to studying, it makes you chill in minutes.

On the way to the cinema, I started to select films, but I didn't expect that the most suitable time was Super Mario and Detective Conan.

Two cartoons, for a while, I couldn't figure out whether he accompanied me to watch the movie or I accompanied him.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

Mi Li happily struggled with the choice of Conan for a long time, and like all little boys, he had a detective dream in his heart.

After watching the movie, Mi Li reviewed the plot with me, and I asked: When you grow up, do you also want to be a police officer and solve cases like Conan.

He suddenly sat down and seriously discussed his dream with me.

As of this afternoon, he has two dreams, the first is to be a professional footballer and the second is to be a security guard, and the police are not currently among the dreams, and he vowed to tell me that he can always achieve one of these two dreams.

I began to review his dreams.

The first dream, the probability is a dream, at the age of rice, it has not been selected by the national youth team, and the possibility of taking the road of professional football is slim.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

The second dream, which surprised me, repeatedly confirmed with him, is it the police? Or security?

The rice grain is firm and is a security guard.

He analyzed: how dangerous the police are, or the security guards are safer, and they don't delay watching the liveliness... When people fight and quarrel, they will first look for security guards, and when the matter is big, they will find the police.

Security guard is a profession that can feel the pleasure of solving the case without any danger, which is very suitable for him, and there is a plus, the security guards of the general community are in charge of eating and controlling, and the salary can be fully saved.

Such a clear logical closed loop of rice grains makes me a little moved.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

After all, there is no high or low profession, self-reliance is the most important, but then again, I have been studying diligently over the years, right? More or less a little reluctant.

In the future, artificial intelligence is very likely to replace this profession, and he will be unemployed before he is employed, and I think about whether his dream will upgrade if he can get a good major.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

Driven by this strong desire, I took the rice grains and ate the hot pot again, and under the lure of an ice cream, he reluctantly agreed not to play games when he returned home, and continued to complete the daily practice rolls.

However, when the ice cream was finished, he immediately regretted it and repeatedly told me: he was really tired, sleepy, and wanted to go to bed early.

After returning home, when he finished taking a shower, it was only 8 o'clock, looking at the posture, he pondered going to bed, reading a book, and preparing for bed.

The moment before he climbed into bed, I used all my strength to push him to the desk, and he was holding the scroll, unable to turn the page to be written, his eyes dull and yawning.

I suddenly felt very tired, tired, and a little unable to move.

When did his studies become my thing?! Since when did he agree to write more rolls, which is more difficult than Party A's father signing a word on the contract, and he has to find all kinds of timing, all kinds of fawning and hinting, soft and hard, so that he can talk badly.

In particular, on weekends, when he finished his homework, let him do a little more extracurricular homework, review one more set of papers, and practice the wrong questions a few more times, I spent more physical strength and energy than ten hours of continuous live broadcasting.

Back and forth, repeatedly pulling, I am a hard-boned middle-aged mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out.

So hard, as long as I didn't read in place once, didn't analyze a wrong question, didn't consolidate a new word, and returned to the pre-liberation overnight.

What he should do wrong, he will continue to do wrong; The newly learned new words and new words are completely forgotten overnight, which is much faster than the digestion of the stomach.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

Tonight, I stayed up late into the night, and before I finished writing the rice roll, he wrote the last two questions, which broke my defense.

Title: In France, a new set of books caused an uproar in the literary world. (Use an uproar to make a sentence)

In China, a new set of books has caused an uproar in the literary world.

I said, it's making sentences, not copying sentences! He scratched his head: I made up a sentence, one in France, one in China, different.

The rice grain doesn't want to use his brain, let alone change, tilt his head and break with me, I can't be angry, let the rice grain dad see, is this reasonable?!

Rice Dad ran in with his mobile phone in hand, glanced at the roll and asked me: Is it not China, is it Britain?

After that, he continued to slide around on the phone, and I said no, just like your son is not a grain of rice, but an iPhone.

He smiled and said to me, you are really humorous, let me accompany you.

Then, he lay directly on the bed of rice grains and continued to slide his mobile phone.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

Accompanied by the ineffective (hemiplegia) of the rice grain father, the rice grain entered a dead end on the last question, biting the pen madly.

Title: I am very happy to participate in this theatrical performance. (Modify sick sentence)

He looked at it for 2 minutes, as if blind, and said very firmly: There is a problem with this sentence, and there is no sick sentence at all.

I asked him to look at it again, and he watched it for another 2 minutes: theatrical performance? What theatrical performances are not specified? It should be, I am very happy to participate in this drama performance.

His answer is very subtle, unintentionally right, the original intention is wrong.

My brain flew and sorted out for a full 1 minute before I sorted out my thoughts: this sick sentence, what is missing is the main sentence, you just said correctly, it is "I" participating in this cultural performance, there is nothing wrong with the literary performance, the wrong thing is that there is no "subject".

It turns out that the lower the cultural level, the more he loves the bar.

Rice grain, who had not yet graduated from elementary school, was very dissatisfied with my answer, and he confidently emphasized to me back and forth: If it is a problem of theatrical performance, it should explain what kind of theatrical performance.

I didn't want to pester him, so I opened the answer page and pointed to the answer for him to see.

He replied and said, "Count me in."

Looking at his dead duck mouth, I seem to see those sinkhole parties who dare to point to Jiangshan without dying in the Yellow River and without understanding anything.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

I asked myself what was the point of accompanying him to review and write the paper like this.

After the rice grains fell asleep, I decided to have a drink alone, leaning on the sofa, leaning my neck, a glass of wine, spicy and fruity, adult grape juice rampage in my mouth, instantly pouring out the evil in my chest.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

Pick up the mobile phone, in the group of girlfriends, there are lonely mothers who accompany them many nights, and everyone grits their teeth when they talk about the baby: crying and shouting that they refuse to write more homework, and grind foreign workers as soon as they write.

When I expressed my dream of rice grains, I actually gained the strong envy of my sisters: in the future, my son will work at the doorstep, and someone will help me carry vegetables and open the door every day.

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

A vote of old friends, seriously help me analyze the "feasibility of rice grains to engage in security professions":

He has played football since childhood, has excellent physical fitness, the position of the right winger, and the running speed is fast, which can help catch thieves; He has a gentle personality, loves kittens and dogs, and will be favored by pet owners; He is naturally fond of laughter, social cattle attributes, loves to greet people, and has the natural quality of a good security guard...

I'm a hard-boned old mother, and the clip sound is about to be forced out

The more everyone talked, the more excited they were, all of them were the aunts of the rice grains, and finally concluded: In the future, the rice grains can be a security captain.

Between the chicken baby and lying flat, everyone unanimously chose to "seek" rice grains, and I was inexplicably cured.

This child has nothing else to worry about except for his studies.

What's more, no matter what tomorrow is, no matter how outrageous my chicken is, and how stable the rice grain is, this little man's dream in elementary school, as long as he wants to in the future, is finally achievable, and the old mother, after all, must learn to "appreciate" her son's dream.

His future never belongs to me, just do my best, after all, when people reach middle age, they must always learn to be consistent.

Personal profile: @米粒妈爱分享 rice grain mother, American returnee, Haidian parent. Focus on learning dry goods, educational experience and further education.

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