Whether you are a parent or a child, once you learn to reduce excessive expectations of each other and focus more on your own development, you will undoubtedly be much happier!
Wen Ying does not expect her parents to become rich or high-ranking officials, and Chen Ru does not have any unrealistic requirements for Wen Ying to win the title of "provincial top scorer". Chen Ru is already very satisfied with Wen Ying's estimated score of 660 in the college entrance examination.
Of course it would be best if you could actually get this score.
Even if she really can't pass the exam, Chen Ru estimates that she won't do too badly.
During her three years of high school, Wen Ying not only made great progress in her grades, but also published three novels in a row, becoming a household name and a best-selling author. By Chen Ru's standards, she was very successful!
Chen Ru was in a good mood, and Wen Ying felt very comfortable at home, truly enjoying two days of relaxing days.
On the morning of the trip to Beijing, Chen Ru packed Wen Ying's luggage. The couple sent Wen Ying to the airport together and watched her board the plane to Beijing.
When children grow up, parents have to adapt to such separations.
I'm only away for half a month now, but I might be away for half a year in the future... There's nothing I can do if I can't get used to it. Do I have to tie the child to my side?
"Let's go back, the plane has taken off."
Chen Ru withdrew her reluctant gaze and saw that the man beside her was a little absent-minded. Chen Ru just wanted to sneer.
My daughter is already eighteen years old, and I have finally found my groove as a father. It’s really not easy!
I originally wanted to curse him, but then I thought, this bastard is changing for the better, so I should just encourage him.
"Wen Ying is often out alone, so remember to call and text her more often to show your concern for her."
"I'm not one of you women, why are you texting me? It's so nagging!"
Wen Dongrong said stubbornly, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's so hot and I have to go back to work."
Chen Ru glared at him fiercely, but Wen Dongrong got into the car regardless.
When driving back, Wen Dongrong was still thinking arrogantly: Why send a text message? I would never send one even if I am beaten to death.
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11 a.m.
The plane Wen Ying was on landed on time.
The first thing I did after landing was to turn on my phone, and as expected, I received a text message from Xie Qian.
Xie Qian asked her to report safety after the plane landed.
Wen Ying was not surprised at all, as Xie Qian always appeared cold on the outside but had a warm heart.
"Huh."
In addition to Xie Qian's text message, there was also a text message from Lao Wen in the inbox, which surprised Wen Ying.
Lao Wen told her to be careful in Beijing. Although it is the capital, there are always dark places in the city that are not covered by surveillance, so it is better not to go out at night.
Wen Ying was thinking about how to respond when Mrs. Peng called.
"Sakura, you've landed, right? You'll see me when you get your luggage!"
Mrs. Peng's tone was cheerful, and Wen Ying couldn't help but smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Why bother? I'm so bored every day. I should be thanking you for giving me a chance to do something to pass the time!"
Mrs. Peng was very sincere, and Wen Ying was too polite, which made her seem awkward.
While waiting for the luggage, Wen Ying called Xie Qian back. She originally wanted to call Lao Wen as well, but felt that was a bit too clingy... Forget it, she decided to just reply with a text message. Text communication was what Wen Ying was good at.
Wen Ying dragged the suitcase out. Mrs. Peng was quick-eyed and kicked her silly son.
Peng Guoqing rushed over to Wen Ying carrying a large bunch of sunflowers, startling her: "We're so familiar with each other, and you're still trying to do this?"
"My mom picked these flowers specially from our garden. She loves them so much that even my dad got scolded when he tried to take two flowers with him to work yesterday!"
Peng Guoqing explained with a wink.
Mrs. Peng smiled angrily and patted her son. "Don't talk nonsense. Flowers can be more precious than people. Life needs a sense of ritual. How can we welcome Xiaoying without a bouquet of flowers?"
Wen Ying was originally an ordinary sunflower, but after hearing what the mother and son of the Peng family said, she instantly felt how much she was valued.
Peng Guoqing took the suitcase, and Wen Ying had her hands free to hold the flowers. Mrs. Peng didn't want to delay any longer at the airport and was afraid that Wen Ying would be recognized by readers, so she reminded Wen Ying to get in the car as soon as possible.
"Mother Xie Qian actually wanted to come pick you up, but later changed her mind. But don't worry, I will help Mother Xie Qian and take good care of you."
Wen Ying understood Zou Weijun's concerns very well. "Aunt Zou has always cared about me. I hope you will treat me well too."
Mrs. Peng giggled. "Because you are indeed very likable."
Zou Weijun must love Wen Ying very much.
If one day Peng Guoqing can find a girlfriend as good as Wen Ying - no, even if she is only half as good as Wen Ying, Mrs. Peng can cut down all the sunflowers in the garden and give them to her future daughter-in-law!
Wen Ying is not only outstanding, but also very insightful and has a likable personality.
Unless one has prejudice against Wen Ying, it is impossible for a normal person to hate her after getting along with her.
Mrs. Peng knew that Zou Weijun was not in a convenient situation, so she took it as her responsibility to receive Wen Ying. She first invited Wen Ying to have lunch before sending her to the College of Arts to report.
After completing the formalities, the mother and son of the Peng family helped Wen Ying carry her luggage back to her room. Mrs. Peng frowned when she saw the small dormitory. "The room is too small. It's hard to even turn around. Can you get used to living here?"
A small single dormitory with a separate bathroom, a single bed, a wardrobe and a desk.
There is a small cabinet next to the wardrobe, with a small TV on it.
This room is only big enough for one person, and it would be difficult for one more person to even turn around.
Wen Ying opened the curtains and saw the lush trees outside the window. The sunlight shone through the shade of the trees onto the desk, making the works of the founder of modern Chinese literature on the desk particularly eye-catching.
When I was doing the registration procedures, the teacher from the School of Arts told me that the books on the table were given to every student.
Wen Ying put the book away and looked around the small room, feeling very satisfied. "Of course I can get used to living here. I don't know how many writers have stayed here for training over the years. It may not be luxurious or comfortable enough, but it is definitely suitable for writing!"
Creation does not require a very comfortable environment.
If you have something in your mind and emotions you want to express, you can create with just a few old pieces of paper and pencils.
Mrs. Peng was used to a life of luxury and could not adapt to such accommodation, let alone appreciate the literary atmosphere here.
However, Mrs. Peng has a high emotional intelligence and respects Wen Ying's decision very much: "That's great! After studying here for a month, you might be able to write a new book!"
Mrs. Peng didn't bother him too much. She said a few more words and then dragged Peng Guoqing away.
Peng Guoqing muttered as he walked downstairs, "Aren't we inviting Wen Ying to dinner?"
Mrs. Peng glared at her son and said, "Are you stupid? Wen Ying needs to rest after the flight. Wait until she gets some sleep, then get up, take a shower, and clean herself up. It's a good opportunity for her to get to know her classmates who are taking the same training."
Writers also need to play with other writers to have more common language.
Even if we can't play together, it's nice to get to know a few more people in the same profession.
Mrs. Peng was very smart. When Wen Ying woke up from her nap, it was almost dinner time.
As she was going downstairs she ran into an acquaintance.
The other person smiled when he saw her. "I guessed you would come, and after getting the list of trainees, I'm sure I was right. I'm going to the cafeteria to eat, would you like to come?"
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