Song Yingying said, "Put out your hand."
Zhao Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then quickly and obediently raised his hands with his palms facing up and open.
Song Yingying picked up the chopsticks beside her, held them in her palm, and snapped them... one, two, three times.
She hit me neither too hard nor too lightly, causing some slight pain, but not unbearable. My palm turned red for a while, but quickly disappeared.
She hit.
Then put down your chopsticks.
Song Yingying asked Zhao Xiaobei, "Xiaobei, why do you want me to hit you?"
Zhao Xiaobei's inner thoughts were immediately exposed by Song Yingying. His eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a while, but finally spoke softly.
"Da Zhuang's mother would beat him...if Da Zhuang didn't do well in the exam."
Huang Guixiang was an impulsive and hot-tempered person. Her son Dazhuang's academic performance was not good. Whenever he failed an exam, Huang Guixiang would beat him with a bamboo stick. Dazhuang would not accept the beating obediently and would run away around the compound. Huang Guixiang would chase him around the compound... The scene was very lively and the sisters-in-law in the compound treated it as a monthly must-watch show.
Zhao Xiaobei has also seen it.
He was...very envious.
Weiyou's sister-in-law said that only biological mothers would beat their children. Stepmothers would simply not bother to discipline their children for such trivial matters. It would be a thankless task, so why bother?
So after Zhao Xiaobei made a mistake, he had an inexplicable expectation in his heart, hoping that Song Yingying would hit him, just like Wang Dazhuang was beaten.
A small prayer, hidden deep in my heart, I dare not show it, but I hope Song Yingying can understand.
Fortunately, Song Yingying was sensitive enough to notice it.
When Song Yingying thought of Zhao Xiaobei's inner thoughts, she couldn't help feeling sad.
Song Yingying opened her arms and hugged Zhao Xiaobei tightly, then held his little hand, touched his palm and said, "Xiaobei, does it hurt?"
Zhao Xiaobei shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
It doesn't hurt at all.
It was the lightest beating he had ever received, just a slight touch and that was it.
Song Yingying held his hand and said, "Xiaobei, a mother's love for a child doesn't necessarily have to be expressed by beating the child. You are different from Wang Dazhuang. You are smart, sensible, have good grades, and are obedient and well-behaved. You don't need strict discipline from adults at all. You are very strict with yourself and you can always do your best.
So what if I got 80 points on the test? It's just a one-time mistake. I can just work harder next time and get it back. So what if I forgot to ask my parents to sign the test paper? If Xiaobei said he forgot, I would believe him. Forgetting is normal. It's not a big deal that will cause the sky to fall.
Xiaobei, even if you don't like studying anymore and want to do other things in the future, your father and I will fully support you and let you make your own choices. We will not use rough means to control you.
If this is the case, do you think your parents don’t love you? "
After listening to Song Yingying's words, Zhao Xiaobei thought silently for a long time, then slowly shook his head.
From Song Yingying's words, he saw that there are many kinds of parental love. Some want their children to be successful, some want their children to be free and happy, and some believe that their own children are the best.
Song Yingying is so confident.
After she saw Zhao Xiaobei understand, she felt relieved a little, and then said, "But do you know why I hit you again?"
"I don't know." Zhao Xiaobei shook his head and said.
It couldn't be that he wanted to be beaten, so Song Yingying beat him, right?
"I'm sorry for not being honest." Song Yingying said softly, "Xiaobei, have you been unhappy these past two days?"
Zhao Xiaobei's thoughts were exposed at once. He became nervous for a moment and didn't dare to nod or shake his head.
Song Yingying continued to speculate and asked, "Is it because Aunt Jiang took An An away and you have no friends anymore, so you are unhappy?"
This time, Zhao Xiaobei hesitated for a while and chose to answer, "Yes..."
The house, which was once bustling with laughter, suddenly became quiet after Jiang Nian and Xiao Anbao left.
Song Yingying didn't even dare to face the separation from Jiang Nian, let alone Zhao Xiaobei, a little kid.
Every afternoon when he came home from school, he always felt that an important part was missing in his life, making it empty and unhappy.
Because of this, Zhao Xiaobei was distracted in class and his test scores dropped a little.
"Xiaobei, you can tell me anything that makes you unhappy in the future. You miss Aunt Jiang and An'an, and I miss them too. We can talk together and calculate when they can come back. We can also call the capital and hear their voices when the time comes."
"Is it really possible?"
"Of course." Song Yingying said, "You are An An's favorite brother Xiao Bei, and An An will definitely miss you too."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
