Although Lin Jingyue could work from home, she couldn't be with her child all the time. So after arranging an early education class for her child, she went to her study to work.
Earning money, raising children, and supporting yourself.
Even if you don't become a self-made millionaire, you should at least be able to live a life free from financial worries. The parents' capabilities determine the extent to which they can support their children in the future.
If Li Chengyi doesn't like studying and develops other interests, she can still provide financial support for his dreams. If he doesn't have money, then he'll just be one of the masses, living an ordinary life.
If you have the ability, why would you stand by and watch your child suffer?
Regardless of what other parents think, she can't possibly place all the pressure on her child. If the child had a choice, he might not want to be born into this world.
Why make people suffer in this world their whole lives?
The study was quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of typing. Lin Jingyue would occasionally get up and go outside to get a cup of hot water.
Looking up, I saw the little guy sitting there upright, watching the early education class, not distracted at all.
With such focused concentration, her grades probably won't be too bad in the future.
Most children who don't do well in school do so because they are easily distracted and their minds wander during exams. It's not that they don't know how to do it, but rather that they've forgotten how.
The doorbell rang, and when I went out, I saw that it was the deliveryman.
I ordered fruit cutter online, and after tearing open the packaging and putting the fork on it, I handed it directly to the little guy.
"Eat some fruit, don't get too close, and take a break if you feel tired."
Li Chengyi nodded, picked up his fork, and forked a piece of watermelon.
Take a bite and the juice bursts out.
So sweet.
He wasn't entitled to eat fruit before; those fruits were too expensive and were only for his older brother and sister. Only when they stopped eating them could he have a turn.
But there was never a time when they didn't eat. Every time they cleaned up the trash, there was only a mess, with nothing left.
The year he craved watermelon the most, he saw his brother hadn't finished eating the rind, so he ate the last bit of red flesh inside. Actually, it was mostly juicy, not very sweet.
But he thought it tasted delicious.
Even after you've eaten the watermelon rind down to a thin layer, it still tastes delicious.
Now, he doesn't need to gnaw on leftover watermelon rinds; the plate is full of chopped fruit, without even a rind. He just needs to use a fork to poke it.
Watermelons, peaches, cantaloupes, bananas, and cherries—all sorts of fruits were available for him to choose from.
How low can a child's dignity be lowered for a bite to eat?
Some children even pick up leftover packaging bags from others. Although the spicy snacks are gone, there is still a little chili oil left. For children who have never eaten it before, that is simply an unparalleled delicacy.
Some children even kneel down for a single spicy snack.
Lin Jingyue didn't want her child to turn out like that, so with her limited financial resources, she would try her best to meet her child's needs. If others had something, he would have it too; if he didn't have it now, she would earn more money in the future to buy it for him.
In short, since we've already lost at the starting line at birth, we can't let others surpass us in the process of growing up.
After spending a week together, the child's condition improved slightly.
At least when Lin Jingyue asked him questions, he would react and even give an answer.
"Do you want this or this?" Lin Jingyue asked, pointing to the food on the plate.
Li Chengyi thought for a moment, then pointed to the steamed bun on the right, "This one."
Although his voice was soft, at least he was willing to speak.
But this is still due to the fact that she is the child's mother, which gives her a natural advantage, and the child is willing to be close to her, which is why she was able to persuade him so successfully.
If other people came to ask, they probably wouldn't get a response for a long time.
But it doesn't matter. At least it proves that the child's intelligence and development are normal. He's just unwilling to speak because of childhood trauma and environmental factors.
Some things don't need to be forced; just knowing there are no problems is enough.
"I'll use my connections to get you back to school soon. You still have to complete the nine years of compulsory education. But... you need to come to the hospital with me first to get all the necessary vaccinations."
Going to school is not a problem. In the current situation, basically no school dares to openly refuse students. Except for those that require a lottery or have stricter conditions, there is no need to register for those; it would be a waste of time.
Sending a child to a public school involves some effort in registering their name; staying home all the time can easily lead to social isolation. Encouraging the child to make more friends might actually improve the situation.
Of course, special circumstances cannot be ruled out.
However, she, as a mother, is no pushover either.
The weather in July was truly scorching. Walking on the street, I felt drenched in sweat after only a short while. I had to take a shower after getting home, otherwise my clothes would stick to my body.
When we arrived at the vaccination site, the staff glanced at the information and found that many vaccines had not yet been administered.
"Let's give you two shots first, and then come back for two more shots a month later. There are still a few shots left to give next time."
When the original owner was still at home, she was the one who took the children to the hospital for their vaccinations. She knew exactly when and which vaccines were given.
The eldest son has already completed his vaccinations, but the younger son was too young when he left, so some of his vaccines were not administered in time.
When you get to the vaccination site, you can still hear the heart-wrenching cries of the children inside.
Looking around, I saw mostly women with children getting vaccinated, or grandparents. Fathers were very few, making up about one-tenth of the group.
The child was getting vaccinated. The nurse had just wiped him with alcohol and the needle had just come out when he let out a heart-wrenching cry.
"No injection! I don't want an injection! Help, waaaaah... I don't want an injection!"
His mother felt a little awkward holding him, but she held him tightly in her arms, not letting him move.
The nurse seized the opportunity and quickly inserted the needle.
Then came an even louder cry.
"Waaaaah...it hurts so much, it hurts so much!"
This prompted other children to also start looking for their mothers and quietly asking if they could skip the injection.
Seeing this, Lin Jingyue looked down at her own child's condition.
The little one seemed detached, completely oblivious to what was happening in front of him, clutching her clothes and standing there blankly.
Are you afraid of injections?
He shook his head.
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