"Mr. Zheng Hao, calm down. It's wrong for children to fight, but as parents and teachers, we need to understand why they fought, instead of just criticizing and lecturing them," Teacher Zhang said, trying to calm him down as she noticed he was getting agitated.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, I was a little anxious. I'm very busy with work, and his mother is away on a business trip. I've only been out for a short while, and many people are waiting for me. I wasted everyone's time, so I went a little too far," Zheng Hao's father calmed down and spoke to the teacher in a composed manner.

“I understand, I understand. Now let’s ask the two children why they are fighting.”

Yu Yin didn't interrupt, but listened quietly to the conversation between Teacher Zhang and Zheng Hao's father.

"Lu Xiangwan, Zheng Hao, you two tell me, why did you fight? And why are you both injured?" Teacher Zhang asked the two children.

“Teacher Zhang, Zheng Hao and I fought because we both wanted to be commanders, and neither of us could convince the other, so we decided to settle it with force. In the end, we were evenly matched and no one won.” An’an’s answer surprised the three adults. They hadn’t expected the reason for the fight to be like this.

Zheng Hao's father's face visibly darkened. "Zheng Hao, you came here to study, not to fight for the leadership. Do you know that? Because of your fight, I have to leave the factory to come to school, and all the other uncles have to stop and wait for me, wasting everyone's time and the country's resources. I think you're itching for a beating!"

Zheng Hao's father finished speaking quickly and reached out to grab Zheng Hao. An'an saw this and panicked, stopping him with her hand. "Uncle, you can't hit people. My dad said that it's a sign of weakness for a man to use violence to solve problems. You can't just hit children."

Yu Yin and Teacher Zhang were taken aback when An'an dared to reach out and stop Zheng Hao's father, who was in a fit of rage. They were afraid of hurting her.

Zheng Hao's father was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the little girl to be so brave. She stopped herself in time and almost fell to the ground.

“Uncle, it was wrong of us to fight with Zheng Hao. Next time, we shouldn't use violence to resolve things. We should reason with him and persuade him with logic. That's what my dad said.” An'an quickly continued when she saw Zheng Hao's father stop. “Uncle, we did wrong. We'll write a self-criticism. You also have to promise not to hit Zheng Hao when we get home. Can you promise me that?”

"Dad, I was wrong. I'll write a self-criticism. Lu Xiangwan, I'm sorry, thank you." Zheng Hao's voice was a little choked up. He didn't expect Lu Xiangwan to dare to reason with his father and even stop his father from beating him.

Zheng Hao's father didn't expect Zheng Hao to admit his mistake so quickly. No matter how much he beat him, Zheng Hao never gave in and was always stubborn.

Could it be that he used the wrong method? Zheng Hao's father began to reflect in his heart.

"Uncle, can you promise not to hit Zheng Hao when we get home?" An'an asked again when she saw that Zheng Hao's father hadn't responded for a while.

"Lu Xiangwan, I promise you, I will never hit Zheng Hao when we get home. I will try my best to reason with him and not be a cowardly man who only knows how to solve problems with violence." Zheng Hao's father solemnly promised An'an and also made a self-criticism.

An'an smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng, you're great, awesome!"

This is something An'an often says when he's fooling his dad at home, and it's very effective; he's even using it here now.

Zheng Hao's father also smiled, "Lu Xiangwan is also great." Zheng Hao was a little embarrassed after saying that, and scratched his head with his hand.

The incident involving An'an getting into a fight and having her parents called in was easily resolved. Yu Yin felt like she had come for nothing, not even getting a chance to say a word.

Teacher Zhang asked the two children to go back to the classroom to write self-criticisms and hand them in before school ended.

Yu Yin and Zheng Hao's father also assured the teacher that they would have a good talk with their children when they got home and that they would not fight again.

After leaving the teacher's office, Zheng Hao's father nodded to Yu Yin and hurriedly left, probably rushing back to work at the factory.

Yu Yin glanced at her watch; it was almost noon. She decided not to go back to school. She would wait here for the children to finish school so they could go home for lunch together, and then go back to school in the afternoon.

When I came out safely, I saw my mother standing at the door and ran over with a cheer.

"Mom, you didn't go to school? Are you waiting for us?" An'an was very happy that she could go home with her mother at noon.

"Mom, I didn't take good care of An'an. He got into a fight with his classmates and got hurt."

"Mom doesn't blame my brother, it's all my fault. My brother didn't know when Zheng Hao and I were fighting."

The two children were vying to admit their mistakes, which made Yu Yin very gratified. She felt that her parenting had been quite successful, as the children were very sensible and the siblings would also be considerate of each other.

“Mom accepts your apology, but An’an, you must remember that it’s not wrong for you to want to be a commander, but a commander isn’t someone you can become by fighting. You need to learn real skills and achieve it step by step with your wisdom.” Yu Yin wouldn’t deny her child’s ideals, no matter if they would change in the future, but at this moment, she respected her child’s dream.

"Mom, I remember. I will study hard, get into military academy in the future, learn real skills, and become a real commander." Eight-year-old A'an looked up and said to her mother earnestly, the sunlight shining on her face so brightly.

Pingping was a little envious of her younger sister, An'an. An'an had set a goal since she was little: to become a commander in the future. But what would she do in the future? Pingping fell into deep thought.

Yu Yin didn't disturb Pingping's thoughts; she simply led the two children slowly home.

"Mom, I can't figure out what I want to do in the future." An'an was a little frustrated, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Pingping, you’re only eight years old and in second grade. You can take your time to think and explore what you like and what you’re interested in. Eventually, you’ll find your own goals.” Yu Yin hadn’t expected Pingping to think so much; perhaps she was influenced by An’an.

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