Mo Yan took her hand and looked intently at her face.
“I don’t know. I just want to know, Leyu, how you choose to live your life is your freedom. But you have to understand that as your mother, wanting to know what you really think and what path you want to take is not about controlling you, but about caring for you.”
"Mom?" Dong Leyu couldn't tell whether her mother was angry or not, and she didn't know what to say.
"Mom knows that I've neglected many of your thoughts and haven't paid enough attention to you because you've always been so sensible. I want to apologize for that. But you need to understand that Mom loves you and wants to know what your plans are for the future."
Although I haven't had much formal education, I've traveled a lot and feel confident I can offer some advice. What do you think?
Dong Leyu's eyes were a little red. Everyone said she was very sensible, but sometimes she didn't want to be sensible.
At first, I wanted to make my mother happy, but it became a habit. I got used to suppressing my own feelings so that everyone would think I was sensible.
But things changed later. Her mother would ask her what she liked, whether she was happy, and let her choose her own clothes when buying clothes. Everything was different from before.
"Mom, you haven't neglected me. Maybe you really did neglect me before and often forgot to ask for my opinion, but later you have been very respectful of me. Whether it's something I like or something I want to buy, you let me make my own decisions. You ask me if I'm happy or not. I think you are a very, very good mom."
Dong Leyu looked intently at her mother holding her hand. Her mother was always like this, by her side, accompanying her.
"Mom, I used to always want to be the most sensible daughter in your eyes, but later you told me to be the best version of myself. I struggled for a long time, not knowing how to tell you, but now I want to tell you, I really want to tell you."
Dong Leyu looked up at her mother with a determined gaze, "Mom, I want to study fashion design. I want to be a designer in the future."
You once told me that I should work hard for what I like. The reason I chose that school was because it had my favorite field, fashion design.
I gradually came to know my own abilities. Even if I tried my best, I couldn't get into a good university. So why not choose a major I like? That way, I'll have better options in the future, such as pursuing a bachelor's degree or even a master's degree.
"Mom, it's not because of someone I like that there, but because I like the school, I like the fashion design there, and I know what kind of path my future holds."
If Dong Leyu didn't continue her studies in her previous life because of her hesitation and inferiority complex, then this time, she bravely knows what she wants and has figured out her future path.
She didn't feel the need to hide anything from her mother. Rather than hiding it and letting her mother think she was making the choice because of someone she liked, she preferred to let her mother see her determination.
Dong Leyu stood up, walked to the cabinet, opened it, and found a box inside, which held her secret.
She opened the box, which was filled with drawings she had made herself.
"Mom, look, these are the drawings I've made since junior high school. They're all clothes that I like and want to make. I can't make my own drawings yet, but I hope that in the future I will be able to make the clothes I want."
Mo Yan looked at it. At first, the drawing style was very immature, just random sketches. Later, it started to get interesting, and then it got better and better in the end.
"I understand, then go ahead. Just one thing: you can only bring your boyfriend back after graduation."
Since this is the path she wants to take, then let her go.
Knowing full well that you won't pass the exam, it's better to specialize in something you're good at.
Dong Leyu: "..."
The old lady was surprised to learn that Dong Leyu was not going to take the college entrance exam.
"I thought your mother was going to beat all of you into college. Didn't you say you'd beat my grandson to death if he didn't get into college? Why is it different with your daughter?"
Isn't this favoritism?
"Your grandson is hopeless; he has no idea what he wants. I'm afraid he'll starve if he fails his exams."
My daughter is different. She knows what she wants and what kind of job she wants in the future, so of course I'll support her.
old lady:"……"
The old lady was so angry that she kept poking at the rice in her bowl. It was just favoritism, just favoritism.
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