At around eight or nine o'clock, Xiao Jiahua returned home. As soon as he entered the house, he saw two children crying and making a fuss.
Cui Lifen was standing beside them, sighing and trying in a hurry to comfort them.
Xiao Jiahua was puzzled: "It's already this late, why aren't you going to school yet?"
Cui Lifen was relieved to see Xiao Jiahua coming back, but she couldn't help but scold her daughter: "It's all because of you! Last night, you had a fever and were sick, and they cried by your bed all night. The next morning, they woke up and didn't see you. They were afraid that you didn't want them anymore, so they cried and refused to go to school, and insisted on going to the county town to find you!"
"mother!"
When Xiao Dabao and Xiao Shitou saw Xiao Jiahua, they finally burst into laughter, their eyes shining, and rushed over together.
Xiao Dabao's eyes were red, and he lowered his head and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you angry yesterday! I have finished my homework, and I will never dare to play around again!"
Little Shitou also hugged her and admitted his mistake: "Mom, I'm sorry, don't be angry! Shitou will be a good boy..."
Xiao Jiahua looked around the room. The beds had been made and the homework was neatly placed on the desk.
The two children were so anxious to go out to look for her that they didn't even put on their cotton-padded clothes, and their little hands were frozen.
Xiao Jiahua squatted down, looked at Xiao Dabao and Xiao Shitou at eye level, and helped them button up their cotton coats.
She wrapped their little hands, rubbing and blowing air on them until they were warm. Then she said softly, "Dabao, Shitou, don't worry. Mother is not sick and will never be sick. I will never leave you."
She finally put aside her so-called maternal dignity and sincerely apologized to the children.
"Actually, I was wrong yesterday. I shouldn't have quarreled with adults and taken my anger out on you because I was in a bad mood. I'm sorry. From now on, let's supervise each other, don't quarrel, and don't lose our temper, okay?"
The two children cried even louder.
Especially Xiao Dabao, as a big kid, he is much more sensitive than Xiao Shitou. Last night, he was actually a little unconvinced.
But one day, when Xiao Dabao saw his mother apologizing to them equally, the grievance in his heart disappeared in an instant.
It can be seen that communication and trust are the basic conditions for maintaining love.
If grievances and inferiority are kept in your heart for a long time, it is easy to become a problem child.䀴Now, Xiao Dabao can finally continue to be a happy little boy.
The happy boy was in a good mood and couldn't help taking Xiao Jiahua to the yard to see the snowman they had built yesterday.
䀴Yesterday, the tall snowman who was pushed down by Xiao Jiahua was helped up at some point and stood stubbornly.
No matter tall, short, fat or thin, a family must be neat and tidy.
Seeing how persistent they were, Xiao Jiahua had no choice but to offer loving encouragement: "That's great, but among all these snowmen, which one did you make and which one was made with small stones?"
Little Stone answered quickly: "Mom, I made these!"
Xiao Jiahua didn't believe it. He was so small that he couldn't even reach the snowman's shoulders.
Xiao Dabao helped his brother explain: "Mom, the things hanging on each snowman, the scarf, the hat, the carrot... were all found by Xiao Shitou. Yesterday, Grandpa was responsible for the base, Grandma was responsible for the body, and I was responsible for the head."
Cui Lifen also laughed beside him: "Yeah, your father and I were exhausted yesterday. If it wasn't dark, they would have insisted on making six of us, and would have included me and the old man!"
"So you guys are...dividing the work?!"
Xiao Jiahua suddenly had an idea and seemed to have thought of something extraordinary.
She picked up her two sons and kissed them again and again: "Dabao, Shitou, you two are really my lucky stars!"
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Xiao Jiahua sent the two children to school and immediately returned to Taifeng County.
She immediately went to the National Cotton Mill to find Tong Qifang and immediately requested that the training for cotton clothing production be suspended.
Tong Qifang was confused: "Why do we have to suspend the work? We are all actively learning and trying to master every step as soon as possible during these two days of repairing the sewing machines."
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