What if I mess up?

What can I do?

Diandian recalled Wen Nuan's words and repeated them in a serious tone, "Mom has put so much effort into rehearsing this program. If I mess it up, Mom will be sad, and Dad and Mom will be laughed at by others. Mom...will she think I'm stupid and stop liking me?"

Zhou Sese's eyes were filled with surprise.

I really didn't expect that a three or four-year-old child would think so much.

Zhou Sese held the child on her lap and patted him gently, "The fact that I like you has nothing to do with whether you have succeeded in doing something. What I like is your hard work, your perseverance, and the fact that even though you don't know how to read, you memorized so many lines one by one, little by little. If you can do this, you have succeeded.

You should never worry about messing up and making your parents laugh at each other. Your courage to stand on the stage and perform is your greatest pride. Your parents are proud of you. We don’t care what others think or say, we only care about your bravery.

Does getting stuck or forgetting your lines mean you're stupid? How is that possible? If our Diandian was stupid, how could she have memorized so many lines? You and I have come this far, so we've already achieved 99% of the success. The other 1% doesn't matter anymore."

Diandian asked doubtfully, "But what if other children successfully complete the task?"

Do you like other children?

Zhou Sese heard the little guy's implication and said seriously, "If every child is a flower, then some children are peonies, some children are roses, some children are morning glories, some children are chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, magnolias, and so on.

Each flower is of a different type, blooms in a different season, and blooms at a different time. Why do we have to choose a specific point in time to rank these flowers based on which flower blooms the best?

We can clearly see peach blossoms in spring, lotus flowers in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter, right?"

Diandian seemed to understand, but a three or four-year-old child certainly could not fully understand the meaning of every word Zhou Sese said, but these words were like a small flame, growing brighter and brighter in Diandian's heart.

"Your mother is right."

"As long as you don't do anything bad, anything other than bad things, as long as you want to do it, just do it bravely. Never think about the impact it will have on your parents, and don't think about whether people will laugh at you. As long as you do it, it is meaningful."

The mother and daughter turned around at the same time and saw Sheng Xijiang squatting beside them.

Zhou Sese smiled and asked, "When will you come?"

Sheng Xijiang raised his eyebrows, stood up, walked over, and squatted behind the mother and daughter. "I was here when you two just started discussing this."

Zhou Sese: "..."

Sheng Xijiang took the child from Zhou Sese's arms and said, "It's about to start, let's go."

Zhou Sese's legs felt a little numb from being pressed down.

Sheng Xijiang stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and a callus at the base of his thumb was very obvious.

Zhou Sese smiled and put her hand in Sheng Xijiang's palm.

Sheng Xijiang instantly stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, pulled the man up, then held Zhou Sese with one hand and supported the child's butt with the other hand, and the family of three walked to the art troupe.

Just came here not long ago.

Other leaders and superiors came in and began to take their seats.

Zhou Sese took the children to the backstage to wait.

The second performance by Sheng Xijiang and other officers' chorus was to begin soon.

However, at this critical moment, Liu Fuguo hurriedly found Sheng Xijiang.

He whispered a few words in Sheng Xijiang's ear.

Sheng Xijiang's expression changed instantly.

It was a scorching July day, but he was as cold as ice. "Where are you?"

Liu Fuguo whispered, "I don't know what to do, so I asked my brothers to stop him. He's at the entrance to the military zone now. Deputy Battalion Commander, what should I do with him?"

Sheng Xijiang narrowed his eyes and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I'll take care of it."

This startled Liu Fuguo, "No, it will be the officers' chorus' turn soon."

Sheng Xijiang was already striding out, saying as he walked, "I'll try to move as fast as possible, go there and come back quickly, so I can catch up."

Zhou Sese was talking to the children about stage steps. She glanced at Sheng Xijiang leaving in a hurry, and a sense of suspicion arose in her heart.

It’s already this late, why are you still going out?

Their officers' chorus will begin in about fifteen minutes.

What the hell is this guy doing?

——

At the gate of the military district.

Chen Ping held the letter of introduction in his hand and peered inside anxiously, "I already have the letter of introduction, why won't you let me in?"

The guard stood there straight, like a pine tree on the top of a mountain. "We are a military district, not a hotel. A military district naturally has its own rules."

Chen Ping turned around twice, and suddenly, he saw a handsome, straight-statured, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man in uniform walking towards him from a distance.

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the other person's shoulder, guessing his identity.

Sheng Xijiang quickly walked to the door, "Who are you?"

Chen Ping quickly replied, "Hello, my name is Chen Ping, and I was Zhou Sese's boyfriend before she went to the countryside."

Hearing this.

Liu Fuguo and the four guards guarding the door all looked at Sheng Xijiang at the same time.

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