On Sunday afternoon, Sanmao finished writing a bunch of homework.
He picked up the clothes rail and pretended to be a fire-tipped gun, imagining himself stepping on the hot wheel and dressing up as Nezha. Just listen to him run from this end of the room to the other.
After dressing up Nezha, Sanmao felt that it was not too addictive, and he picked up the gourd on the table and sang loudly: "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven melons on a vine!" I'm The Gourd, La-La-La...",
Suddenly, Sanmao heard a "bang", and her mother opened the door with a black face and walked in.
"You made such a big noise to rebel?" Go, memorize another twenty words! Mom's eyes widened in anger.
"Mom, I went to five cram schools this week, and I'm dying of exhaustion, and I just finished my homework. Let me play for a while! Sanmao said with a crying voice.
Mom was about to open her mouth when suddenly her phone rang. Mom glanced at her phone, turned and walked outside the door to answer.
Sanmao ran to the door to eavesdrop.
"Dad, don't protect him anymore, you're going to hurt him!" He's not a kindergarten kid anymore, he's in first grade..."
"He's my son, don't I feel bad?" Is there any way? Now the inner volume is so powerful, there are children who can do high school math competition problems at the age of eight, and your grandson only knows Nezha and Huluwa! Don't work hard? ”
"When I first gave him a nickname of Sanmao, I heard that 'noble people don't re-issue', and the picture is humorous and auspicious. Now it seems that raising 'expensive' is vividly reflected! ”......
The more my mother spoke, the more excited she became, and her voice grew louder and louder.
Sanmao quickly sneaked back to the table and memorized the words, afraid that her mother would blow up the hair. I wondered in my heart: What is the "inner volume"?
The next day when he arrived at the school, Sanmao asked the students around him what was the "inner volume"? "I heard that this thing is very powerful, and it is this thing that makes us so tired." Sanmao said. After some discussion, the children concluded that the "inner volume" is a person! A great man!
There are several children who are "oppressed" and can't stand it, because they live a year-round day. After discussing with everyone, Sanmao decided to run away from home and go to find the "inner volume" and tell him not to assign too many tasks to the children.
A few little guys on the street asked if they knew the "inner volume"? The adults laughed and told them that the "inner volume" was not human.
The children were anxious and argued that the "inner volume" was a powerful person. At this time, Professor Su noticed this group of children wandering the streets during class time.
Professor Su patiently talked to the children and asked why. Gently said: "We don't know where the 'inner volume' is? Or let's ask the policeman uncle." "Yes, there is difficulty finding the police uncle!" Sanmao's eyes lit up.
Professor Su took the children to the nearest police station, and the police just received a report that several children were missing, and immediately contacted the parents.
The first parent to rush into the police station was Sanmao's mother, who collided with Professor Su, who had just walked out of the police station.
"Teacher Su, how are you?" Did you send my son over? Sanmao's mother was surprised that Professor Su was her graduate supervisor at the time.
"You still remember me, but I'm afraid I've forgotten what I taught you?" Professor Su said.
"Huh!?"
"I have told you that the way of the middle way is impartial, and it is too late. How did you go to extremes when it came to educating your children? It is true that children should work hard to get the best resources, but they must also stop at the right time and grasp the degree! Don't forget, what is the original intention of your education? It is to let children have a happy life. ”
Sanmao's mother looked at Professor Su's distant back and thought about it.
At the moment of receiving Sanmao, the mother put her arms around her son and cried bitterly. Sanmao hurriedly wiped away her mother's tears and said that she would go back to writing her homework immediately.
"No, son! Today Mom took you to the playground first. Go back in the evening and make up for today's missing class, okay? ”
Sanmao was stunned, and after returning to God, he nodded vigorously.