I always want to treat you like a child
She thought that as long as she followed their arrangements for her life, his parents would feel more at ease. However, she felt very conflicted. She felt that they loved her, but also preferred Chen Yue, which made her feel unbalanced.
No matter what Chen Yue did, she would always get praise from them and even all the relatives. As long as Chen Xing was obedient, they would not say much, but as long as she went against their wishes, she would be regarded as disobedient.
Chen Xing herself knew that her parents' lives were not easy, but she didn't want them to regard her being sensible and obedient as a necessity.
Chen Xing suddenly grabbed Gao Yamei's hand and said, "Mom, I shouldn't have treated you like that. I didn't dare to say it before because I was afraid you wouldn't agree."
"But now I want to tell you that I don't want to live under your and dad's protection all my life. I want to choose my own life. Even if it can't be perfect, I don't want to leave with regrets."
When Gao Yamei heard what Chen Xing said, she also thought about it and decided that once she found Chen Xing, he would no longer interfere in her affairs.
Gao Yamei never worried about Chen Yue. Chen Yue had studied hard since she was young and had her own path to follow. But she had worried about Chen Xing for half her life. Shouldn't she let her make her own choice just like she did with Chen Yue?
Gao Yamei: "Since you have made up your mind, your father and I can agree that you can learn painting. But it's not just talk. If you really love it, then work hard to get into a good university."
"I don't know if studying art has a future, but it's your choice, so don't regret it in the future."
Chen Xing had almost no hesitation. She thought it would take a lot of time to convince Gao Yamei, but she didn't expect that she really agreed. Even if she had to apply to a key art college, she was willing to do so.
Chen Xing: "I won't regret it. I really want to learn art well and I love painting."
Chen Xing said she would never give up painting no matter what. This was the only thing she loved and she was unwilling to give up easily.
Gao Yamei said, "Okay, you can learn painting. I didn't ask for high academic performance before, but you must not fall behind in your studies in the future."
Chen Xing nodded. She knew that it was not easy to get Gao Yamei to agree. Moreover, if she wanted to learn art well, she had to strive to get into a good art college, which would also bring honor to herself and her parents.
The family storm surrounding Chen Xing's learning to paint has passed. After the dust settles, it depends on Chen Xing himself. I hope there will be no more quarrels in the future. No matter what, they are still a family.
It was a late dinner, but the family of four had a rare smooth meal, and everyone had a smile on their face after the storm.
Chen Xing took a shower after dinner. She changed into her pajamas and prepared to throw her dirty clothes into the washing machine.
But when Chen Xing picked up her changed pants, she suddenly found that there were blood stains on them.
Chen Xing's first thought was that it was not her blood, but where did the blood on her pants come from? She was not injured anywhere.
Chen Xing carefully examined the bloodstains, which were scattered on the back legs of her pants. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head and she realized that it was Wen Yu who carried her back.
Wen Yu left bloodstains when he carried her on his back, and his hand was injured. Although there were not many bloodstains, his hand was injured, so why did he still force himself to remain calm and carry her back?
Chen Xing felt a little uncomfortable. She always felt that Wen Yu was extremely good to her, but he always took his kindness for granted. Didn't he want her to have any psychological burden?
Chen Xing tossed and turned in bed with a head full of questions, unable to fall asleep. He decided he should go and find out tomorrow.
The next day.
Chen Xing had insomnia and didn't sleep well last night. He felt listless early in the morning. After having breakfast at home, he put on his backpack and went to school.
Chen Xing happened to meet Wen Yu on the way to school. She seemed to have never seen Wen Yu walking on this street before.
Wen Yu, however, was full of energy as he greeted Chen Xing. "Didn't you sleep well last night? Why do you still look tired?"
Although Chen Xing's eyes were dull, he still wanted to share his story with Wen Yu.
Chen Xing: "I do sleep a little late, but my parents agree to let me learn painting, but they require me to apply to a key university."
Wen Yu: "Is that why you were so happy all night?"
Chen Xing replied weakly, "That's not the reason."
Wen Yu thought about it seriously and said, "With your current grades, it seems that you can't even get into Jinghua Academy of Fine Arts. You should be so anxious that you can't sleep."
When Chen Xing heard Wen Yu's words, she wanted to hit him. She knew that her academic performance was definitely not as good as that of their key class.
Almost all students in the key classes in the third year of high school are going to take the entrance exams for Jinghua University or Huaqing University. After all, these two schools are the best universities in the country.
But students in ordinary classes like Chen Xing just need to pass the undergraduate line, and the rest depends on self-discipline.
Chen Xing: "I know my grades are not good, so I don't need you to remind me, right?"
Has Chen Xing been in contact with Wen Yu for a long time? Why does he always feel that Wen Yu is not as gentle and refined as others describe him to be? Sometimes he speaks with a sharp tongue and always makes inappropriate jokes.
Wen Yu smiled and said, "I'm glad to know, but it's not too late to work hard now."
Chen Xing was suddenly encouraged by Wen Yu. How could he be so fickle? He was mocking her grades in the last second, and thought she could do it in the next second.
Chen Xing didn't want to talk about her academic performance anymore, so she changed the subject and asked, "Did your hand get hurt last night?"
Wen Yu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Last night? Why does it feel weird coming from your mouth?"
Chen Xing didn't know what Wen Yu was thinking about. It was clearly just last night.
Chen Xing explained in more detail, "There seems to be your blood on my pants. It must have been left when you carried me on your back. So, is your hand injured?"
Chen Xing had been trying to look at Wen Yu's palm, intentionally or unintentionally, but he kept his hands clenched and Chen Xing couldn't see it.
Wen Yu: "Sorry, I didn't notice."
Chen Xing: "What are you apologizing for? I should be the one feeling bad. If I knew you were injured, I wouldn't have asked you to carry me."
Wen Yu suddenly stopped and looked at Chen Xing's somewhat self-blaming face. He couldn't help but put his hand on Chen Xing's head, always wanting to treat her like a child.
Wen Yu said softly, "I knew you would think this way, so I didn't tell you."
Wen Yu didn't notice when he scratched his hand yesterday. It was just dark, and because he was worried about Chen Xing, although he felt a little pain in the palm of his hand, he ignored it.
It was not until Wen Yu returned home and took a shower that he discovered that the wound on the palm of his hand had scabbed over and there was some dried blood that fell off with a rub.
He thought about it carefully and realized that it might be because he saw Chen Xing's dropped slippers last night and was a little anxious, so he hurt his hand while climbing over the wall.
As soon as Chen Xing looked up, she met Wen Yu's somewhat gentle eyes, and there seemed to be another emotion that she didn't understand, which was a very comfortable feeling.
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