Chapter 42 Mom, I plan to continue studying (2)
When Zhong Qiao's mother and others learned that she was going to go back to school, they felt no more complicated than she did.
Is it more than ten years late?
Yes, I have been studying for more than ten years.
For Zhong Qiao's future, they spend money every year to let her study.
When Zhong Qiao was very young, she was born unable to speak and was dumber than her peers. She had to repeat a grade twice in elementary school.
Some people also advised them.
They said to Mr. Zhong, you two are married but you don’t have any money, you have no skills and no education, you can’t always rely on your father-in-law’s family for support, not to mention, this is just a daughter.
They told Zhong's mother that her daughter was born with one less soul than other children and could not speak. To put it bluntly, she was an idiot and disabled. Instead of studying, it would be better for her to find a good marriage early. A daughter will get married sooner or later and will eventually become someone else's daughter-in-law, son-in-law, or mother.
In the final analysis, a money-losing piece of property is a money-losing piece of property. A daughter who is married off is like spilled water, an outsider. She is not as close as a son, and when she grows old, her son will be by her side to see her off.
Mr. Zhong and his friends refused to listen and instead drove out these relatives and friends who were talking about moral principles with a mop.
And these people, without exception, will laugh before leaving after they are humiliated.
They said that daughters were not good enough. Just wait and see, Zhong Qiao would eventually become a virtuous wife and an obedient daughter-in-law, kneeling on the ground to wash her husband's feet, cooking for her mother-in-law, and giving birth to another litter of children. That was what women should do!
It’s useless for girls to read those books!
Later, Zhong Qiao fell into the water, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He finally got his lost soul back, became intelligent, and was admitted to a very good university.
On the night when he received the admission letter, Zhong's father, who was always serious, held Zhong Qiao's photo at a drinking party, smiled so hard that his face was broken, and praised him to everyone he met.
He said, this is my daughter, her name is Zhong Qiao, she was admitted to a very good university, and she is a beautiful and excellent child.
Those who once looked down on them were slapped in the face and it hurt.
But later, in just two years, I experienced being in heaven one moment and falling into hell the next.
Zhong Qiao was deceived by a poor student from outside and stopped studying.
After more than ten years of training for college students, we have let down their hard work and earnest expectations over the years!
After many years of twists and turns, Zhong Qiao already has two children and is divorced.
Returning to this yard and back to the starting point, their family was criticized and laughed at by others. They thought, forget it, let it be. At least their children are around, and a simple life is a blessing, which is also good.
But, Zhong Qiao said, she wanted to go back to study again.
"Qiao Qiao."
Mother Zhong sighed deeply, she was afraid of hurting Zhong Qiao's self-esteem, but also a little hesitant.
"It's not that your parents don't want you to go to school, but you already have a child. If something happens later and you don't go to school, wouldn't that be a waste of time and money?"
Father Zhong was silent for a long time. He did not agree with Mother Zhong's words. He just looked at Zhong Qiao slowly with a sharp gaze and said, "If you have made up your mind, do it."
Zhong Qiao naturally knew what they were thinking.
Back then, she had let down the expectations of her family, teachers, and classmates. She had pushed away those who had trusted her so much. She had made a wrong choice, and it was certainly difficult to get them to trust her again now.
But this is what she has to do.
"Dad." In this atmosphere where everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, Zhong Qiao's eyes fell on the blazing firewood in the stove and he spoke softly, "What do you think the purpose of studying is?"
Mr. Zhong was startled by this question. After thinking for a while, he said, "A better job, a better income, and a better future."
This was the best answer he could come up with.
The firelight cast a hint of warmth on Zhong Qiao's face, like warm jade. In her dark eyes, something brighter than the flames burned.
"Dad, we study for these reasons, of course, but there is one more thing—"
She paused.
"I want to know what the answer is that is more than ten years late, and what the end point will be like for the path I gave up everything and didn't choose."
"Dad, I want to go take a look."
The last sound, Zhong Qiao's ending tone, was like a sigh, and seemed to be completely wiped out along with the flames.
Upon hearing this, Zhong's mother and others remained silent for a long time.
Mr. Zhong lowered his head in thought, the firelight gradually lengthening his back.
This young man who was once full of vigor and vitality had experienced many years of ups and downs, and was separated from his daughter. He had long lost his spirit. But when he saw Zhong Qiao's eyes that were silent but with a hint of expectation, he straightened his back at that moment.
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the July 21st Workers' University on my bike."
Zhong Qiao hummed softly, recalling the past.
When she went to report to the university, it was Zhong's father who took her there. In front of the magnificent school gate, Zhong's father patted her on the shoulder and told her to study hard.
She felt that this short sentence was boring and uninteresting at the time, but now she deeply understands the difficulty of it.
Mother Zhong laughed, "Alright, isn't it just studying? My Qiao Qiao was ranked first in the liberal arts section of the college entrance exam. Why are you two so bitter and resentful?"
The solemn atmosphere was broken by her, and Zhong's father and Zhong Qiao couldn't help but smile at each other.
Zhong Qiao caught a glimpse of his father laughing foolishly over there, still working, and couldn't help but wonder, "Dad, what are you doing?"
Mr. Zhong said, "Oh," and then realized, "This is a flower stand nailed to your window. I see you always like to look at the flowers on the balcony, so I borrowed some flower seeds from someone else. You can plant one for fun in your free time."
Zhong Qiao held the warm enamel pot, tucked his neck into his collar, revealing only half his face, his brows furrowed, and said helplessly: "Dad, it's winter now, the trees are almost frozen to death, even if you lend us the flower seeds, we can't keep them alive."
Mr. Zhong was startled, and then he stopped moving. He looked up, revealing a rare childlike puzzlement: "Yeah, I forgot."
A few days ago, he observed that Zhong Qiao, who had just divorced and given birth to a child, looked sick and listless. He thought she had suffered from postpartum depression like her mother Zhong did when she was young. Thinking that seeing the flowers alive might make her happier, he didn't think too much about it and started working.
Mr. Zhong was at a loss as he held the hard-earned wood. He scratched his head like a child who had done something wrong and said, "Do you still want this? I can't take it. What a pity."
He seemed to be talking to himself, with a hint of regret and annoyance in his voice. He was muttering to himself, and the white hair on his head was coated with a layer of golden light in the dim light.
"Dad is old and has a bad memory."
Zhong Qiao felt a pang of sadness.
She put the enamel pot aside, squatted down, grabbed the pieces of wood, and compared them in front of Mr. Zhong.
"Dad, we can't plant them in winter, so let's wait until spring. When spring comes, these flowers will still survive."
Mr. Zhong was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled.
He smiled so much that his eyes became moist.
"Okay, it can be planted in spring, it can survive, it can survive..."
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