Life is not a movie, and this story is not a horror story.
The person who rang the doorbell was actually Liu Yue's mother.
Because of the bad weather today, business at the restaurant was not good, and her precious son had lost his keys and couldn't get into the house, so Liu Yue left work early and came home.
"It's Yueyue back."
After seeing who was outside the door through the peephole, Chen Bing said this to Shang Yunmiao beside him. Then, he climbed down from the stool and opened the door.
Almost as soon as Liu Yue entered, she gently tugged at Chen Bing's ear with two slender fingers.
"Call me 'Mommy,' okay, baby?"
My goodness, I was speaking so softly, and there was a door between us, how did you hear me, Yueyue? Are your ears that sharp?
Adhering to the principles of "a good man doesn't fight with a woman," "a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him," "a good horse doesn't eat the grass it has already grazed," "a good rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," and "a good dog doesn't block the way," Chen Bing obediently admitted defeat and called out, "Mother, I was wrong."
Given that "Empress Dowager" is equivalent to "Mother," Liu Yue finally let go of her hand and smiled as she looked at Shang Yunmiao behind Chen Bing.
"Yunmiao, do you want to come to Auntie's house to play?"
"Um!"
After receiving the little girl's reply, Liu Yue smiled and took her hand, completely ignoring Chen Bing standing to the side, and decided to take her little Yunmiao home with her.
Having just been reprimanded, Chen Bing, still shameless like a leech, shamelessly followed after them.
After returning home, Liu Yue first asked Shang Yunmiao if she was hungry. After receiving a negative answer, she then asked her what she wanted to do.
This time, Shang Yunmiao replied that she wanted to see painting, so Liu Yue took the initiative to find Chen Bing's painting supplies and gave them to her. After finishing that, she remembered a dessert she had brought back from the shop, so she found a plate and poured it for Shang Yunmiao to eat.
Chen Bing watched all this silently, sighing with indignation. Then she prepared to get up and go back to her room, hoping to ease her inner pain by playing on the computer.
"Where are you going? Stay and keep your little sister Yunmiao company while she draws." Liu Yue knew Chen Bing wanted to play games as soon as she saw him like this. So, this shrewd woman, like Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, directly silenced this little devil with a single question.
Just kidding, actually Yueyue speaks very gently.
It was precisely because of her gentleness that Chen Bing gave up the idea of playing on the computer and willingly prepared to sit on the sofa instead. Really, believe me.
Before willingly accompanying Shang Yunmiao in painting, Chen Bing wanted to prove to Liu Yue that the reason she was going back to the bedroom was not because she wanted to play on the computer, but because she wanted to change her clothes.
After giving this excuse to the other party, Chen Bing returned to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and obediently came back.
Seeing this, Liu Yue didn't say anything more, but went to do her housework while humming a little tune.
Watching her departing figure, Chen Bing silently shook her head, sighing in her heart, "Women and petty people are the hardest to deal with."
"Chen Bing, do you want to play on the computer?"
Just as Chen Bing was feeling sentimental, Shang Yunmiao suddenly asked a question from the side.
No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. What if Mother hears this?
Chen Bing glanced in the direction Liu Yue had left, then shook her head firmly at Shang Yunmiao, indicating that she had absolutely no such thought.
Shang Yunmiao blinked after seeing this, then turned back to continue drawing. But a little while later, the little girl leaned close to Chen Bing's ear and whispered, "I'll go tell Aunt Yueyue that I want to play on the computer, okay?"
Chen Bing: Are you an angel descended to earth to save the world?
Also, is this some kind of special ability? Why can my mom and sister read my mind?
Compared to Shang Yunmiao's obedient and considerate nature, Chen Bing felt embarrassed and began to criticize herself in her heart.
What are you doing playing computer games? You're so unambitious. With such a cute and understanding little girl next to you drawing with, what more could you want?
With that in mind, Chen Bing righteously rejected Shang Yunmiao's corrupt suggestion and earnestly and happily accompanied her in painting.
The evening passed quickly, and not long after Liu Yue returned home, Yun Xuan and her husband also returned home one after another.
After dropping Shang Yunmiao off at home, Chen Bing stretched and returned to her own home.
I've already had dinner, and it's only 8 PM now, more than an hour before my usual bedtime. What should I do in that long time?
After arriving in the room, Chen Bing glanced at the computer placed in the corner of the bedroom and then gently shook her head.
Forget it, what's the point of playing games?
He then turned around and went to his wardrobe. After taking down the landscape poster that was covering it up, the familiar goal he was striving for reappeared before his eyes.
1.……
2.……
3.……
4. Find a lovely, gentle, sexy, kind, obedient, sensible, beautiful, well-behaved, capable, pure, and well-known good wife (√).
5. Find a sustainable and continuous way to make money, achieve financial freedom, and enjoy life (√).
6. Develop a high level of skill in calligraphy, instrumental performance, painting, singing, and handicrafts, with the goal of obtaining relevant high-value certificates (e.g., Level 6 for violin, Level 4 for intermediate calligraphy).
7. Possesses extensive knowledge, including but not limited to language certificates, various qualification certificates, and various driver's licenses.
8. Read one classic book per month and complete one hundred literary classics (excluding knowledge-based and practical books) within ten years (34/100).
In the blink of an eye, two years have passed since these goals were set.
Over such a long period of time, the item with the fastest progress should be the eighth item, "Reading Tasks," while the item that took the most time was probably the sixth item, "Artistic Practices."
I not only sacrificed most of my weekends, but also practiced whenever I had a little time at home on school days.
All the hard work has paid off. Over such a long period of time, Chen Bing has not only achieved unparalleled success in violin and calligraphy, but has also reached a high level in painting and handicrafts. He is just too lazy to take professional exams to obtain the required qualifications.
Two years can be a long time, but it can also be a short time. Even with ample time and an adult mind, such achievements are inseparable from the efforts Chen Bing made to develop his intelligence and talents when he was one or two years old, and two or three years old.
With the foundation laid in the past, Chen Bing should be able to handle whatever she does or learn with ease in the future.
Only by giving our all behind the scenes can we appear effortless to others.
Chen Bing had no intention of acting like a genius in front of anyone, nor did he ever think that those who worked hard to achieve success were inferior to those who achieved success easily.
After all, isn't striving for self-discipline a talent in itself?
As Chen Bing's thoughts drifted to this point, a sense of pride welled up within him.
But what he overlooked is that much of the learning and effort in childhood will eventually be quantified into something called talent in the future.
And this will gradually become apparent over time.
As Chen Bing progresses through primary school, middle school, university, and eventually into society, the gap between him and others will widen.
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