You can tell a lot about a person's condition just by looking at their face. Lan Qingyue looked younger than her actual age, and her smile wasn't fake or pretentious; it was genuine from the bottom of her heart.
Those few words stirred up Lan Qingyue's memories, like sweet honey water, the more she drank, the more satisfied she became.
She said, "Yes, I feel very happy."
Although her family wasn't wealthy, her parents only had one daughter, so they gave her the best of everything, never forced her to do things she disliked, and never argued with her over trivial matters.
Whenever she sees families on TV arguing fiercely over trivial matters, she finds it unbelievable.
Lan Qingyue is the only child in her family. Her parents gave her all their love. When she was little, she liked to draw, so her parents bought her a lot of drawing books. She saw on TV that the children from wealthy families had big boxes of watercolor pens with thirty-six colors, so she also begged her parents to buy her such a big box of watercolors.
Back then, the most commonly used watercolors were twelve-color ones; twenty-four-color ones were rarely used, let alone thirty-six-color ones.
Having received her beloved watercolor pens, Lan Qingyue would take them to school every day, which made her classmates even more envious. Every day, classmates would come to borrow her watercolors, and Lan Qingyue would generously lend them to everyone.
Seeing that she genuinely loved drawing, her parents asked her if she wanted to enroll in an art class.
Lan Qingyue was naturally happy to enroll in an art class to improve her drawing skills, but at that time she was already in junior high school and had become more sensible. She understood that her family was not well-off and she could no longer be as willful as she was when she was a child, so she sensibly refused.
In terms of education, her parents were willing to spend money. In other aspects, her parents were also quite strict with Lan Qingyue. She developed a sense of money and understood that if she wanted anything beyond learning tools and daily necessities, she had to work hard for it herself. Her parents would not give her money in these areas.
Lan Qingyue started writing online novels for a computer and a new mobile phone.
Even though money can't always fully meet her needs, it doesn't dim her happiness.
"Weiyu, what about you? Do you miss home?"
"I... I'm alright. I definitely miss home, but it's not that intense."
Wei Yu simply lay down, with the backs of his hands down and his palms supporting the back of his head, facing the sky. "During the years I studied abroad, I was mostly very relaxed. My emotions and my lifestyle were very relaxed. I felt that my soul had achieved freedom."
"I'm not afraid to tell you this, but I'm terrified of going home. When I do go home, I have to carefully maintain a harmonious relationship with my parents. My mom and I are both strong-willed people. I don't know when I might accidentally do something that displeases her, and she'll get angry, criticize me, and we'll start arguing. It'll be a huge argument, and neither of us will be happy."
“Every time I go home, no matter how many days I stay, my mom and I have at least one argument. It's always over the smallest things in life. For example, if I don't want to talk and just want some peace and quiet, my mom thinks I've changed, that I've become cold, unapproachable, that I hate them, and that I look down on them. I feel so wronged. I lock myself in my room and cry for hours. Sometimes I think, maybe if I stay away from her, we won't argue, and if we don't argue, she won't be angry.”
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