The aunts in the kitchen covered their mouths and laughed secretly, not daring to laugh too loudly.
"My husband's voice was about to roar through the phone. I brought her milk and cereal, and I heard it clearly, and he told her to go and change her clothes."
"I was carrying the dishes over when I saw her going upstairs in dejection."
"Hey, Lao Wang, you followed her in from outside, was she like this before?"
Everyone knew that Aunt Wang followed Liang Yingying in, and they were all curious.
Aunt Wang curled her lips and said, "Don't mention it. When they were outside, He He and Shuo Shuo were young, so it was okay. I followed them in and saw that Miss Yan Yan was such a big girl. I thought she should be more restrained. But I didn't expect that she would be like this every morning after the master left, without any scruples."
Aunt Luo has been dissatisfied with this for a long time, and immediately said, "That's right, it's almost like stye. When my wife was here, she always dressed neatly. Even when she was too sick to walk, she would wear a wig and comb her hair neatly. She told me that she didn't want her husband and children to see her listless appearance, and especially she wanted Yanyan to know that girls should always dress properly."
Aunt Wang also said: "That sounds like what a mother should do. Oh, look at us..."
Thinking of how Liang Yingying had just been scolded by the man, several people covered their mouths and laughed again. Miss Yanyan has grown up now. When she was a child, Liang Yingying secretly disgusted her, but she didn’t understand. Now she has begun to understand things, and she will be harder to bully in the future.
For the first time that day, Liang Yingying turned down an invitation and did not go out. She stayed at home and waited for Zhang Huan to come back.
Zhang Shuocheng had finished his homework in the morning, and Zhang Yansheng didn't care about him playing around in the afternoon. The most she can do is to prevent him from committing crimes in the future. As for making him become a good child with good conduct, hardworking and studious? That's overthinking.
But Zhang Shuocheng pestered Liang Yingying to give him the game console. Liang Yingying had just been scolded by Zhang Huan on the phone, and was afraid that Zhang Yansheng would complain, so she refused to give it to Zhang Shuocheng.
Zhang Shuocheng was throwing a tantrum and rolling around. Liang Yingying, who was already feeling very anxious because of Zhang Huan's temper, was annoyed by him, so she grabbed him and spanked him a few times - in Liang Yingying's opinion, her precious son certainly should not be spanked, unless she spanked him herself.
As a result, Zhang Heling softened his heart and lent his latest game console to Zhang Shuocheng.
As soon as Zhang Shuocheng got it, he wanted to go out and play. Zhang Yansheng happened to be preparing to go out with his bag on his back when he ran into them. Zhang Yansheng shouted on the spot: "Stop right there!"
Zhang Shuocheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to run anymore.
Zhang Heling hurriedly told Zhang Yansheng: "I took the initiative to lend it to Shuo Shuo, and he didn't snatch it this time."
Zhang Shuocheng also nodded vigorously: "I didn't grab it!"
Zhang Yansheng rolled his eyes and asked, "Have you said thank you to your sister?"
Zhang Shuocheng was stunned and asked, "She is my sister, why should I say thank you to her?"
Zhang Yansheng glanced at Zhang Heling. This silly girl looked confused and obviously didn't think her brother should say thank you to her. Zhang Huan did nothing about the child's education, while Liang Yingying taught blindly. This is the result.
Meeting such a pair of parents, Zhang Yansheng even felt that Zhang Shuocheng was not so hateful.
"No matter who it is, even if it's your biological parents, your older sister, your aunt who takes care of you, your classmates who help you, the waiter in the restaurant, or even a stranger on the street, anyone, as long as you have received help and care from them, you should say thank you."
"She is your sister, yes. But she is not obligated to give you her game console. This is her thing, and she has the full right to decide. Even if she doesn't let you play it, she doesn't owe you anything."
"But because she is your sister, she has feelings for you and can't bear to see you cry, so she lends you her own."
"It's because she's good to you, not because she owes you anything. You have to understand, your sister doesn't owe you anything. She's good to you, shouldn't you say thank you?"
Zhang Yansheng spoke in a stern tone, his brows furrowed.
Under her pressure, the two children dared not speak. And what Zhang Yansheng said was right. Not to mention Zhang Shuocheng, even Zhang Heling couldn't refute it.
Both little kids had a feeling of “So that’s how it is.”
Zhang Heling glanced at Zhang Shuocheng: "Quick, say thank you to me!"
Zhang Shuocheng felt a little awkward, but then he remembered that his kindergarten and elementary school teachers had also taught him this. But in the past, whenever he said thank you to Zhang Heling, Liang Yingying would point her finger at his head and say, "Why are you saying thank you to your sister?" and then she would say to Zhang Heling, "Why are you saying thank you to my own brother?"
After a long time, the brother and sister got used to it. One is used to being ungrateful, the other is used to being ungrateful.
Zhang Shuocheng felt awkward for a moment, but under Zhang Yansheng's gaze, he still said to Zhang Heling, "Thank you, sister."
Zhang Heling was very happy and found the feeling of being a sister. She said with a smile: "You must say thank you to me in the future!"
Seeing her cocky look, Zhang Yansheng rolled his eyes, stretched out a finger and pressed her head, and asked, "If Zhang Shuocheng didn't come to rob you that day, but asked to borrow the game console from you, would you lend it to him?"
Zhang Heling said as a matter of course: "Yes. I would have lent it to him if he had only told me. But he came up and snatched it from me, so I got angry and chased him to get it back."
Zhang Yansheng pressed his whole hand on the top of Zhang Shuocheng's head: "Did you hear that?"
The hand was very strong and it hit his butt very hard. Zhang Shuocheng said tactfully, "I heard it."
"Can I steal other people's things in the future?"
"No." "What should I do if I want to use someone else's things?"
"Talk to others nicely."
The big devil Zhang Yansheng finally let go of the mushroom-like Zhang Shuocheng and warned him: "Remember this."
She tugged at the strap of her backpack and went downstairs to go out.
"Sister, where are you going?" Zhang Heling caught up with her and asked while she was leaning on the stair railing. "Go practice boxing." Zhang Yansheng said.
Zhang Heling asked: "Shouldn't you have piano lessons this afternoon?"
Zhang Yansheng stopped, looked up at the stairs, and asked, "How did you know?"
Zhang Heling was puzzled: "You are at this time every week."
Zhang Huan was most likely not aware of her course schedule.
Since his mother passed away, Zhang Heling has arranged and coordinated his own course schedule. It wasn't until high school that she started skipping classes, and suddenly the door to a new world opened up. It turns out that even if she didn't attend classes on time, even if she skipped school, even if she dropped out of the courses her mother had arranged for her, no one would say anything about her?
Because no one cares about her.
Zhang Yansheng said: "I dropped my piano lessons."
Zhang Heling was a little surprised: "Ah? Why did you quit?"
"I don't want to learn anymore."
"But, hasn't my sister already studied for many years?"
Zhang Yansheng smiled and said, "I don't like it."
She actually never liked the piano, but she kept learning it because her mother asked her to. Now that she's been reborn, she still doesn't like it.
She certainly doesn't intend to waste her life, but she also has to make adjustments to her life. She had lost her mother long ago, and there was no one to care for her and make arrangements for her. She has to plan her own life.
She looked up and asked, "Do you like learning piano?"
Zhang Heling also learned all the talents she learned. In Liang Yingying's mind, these should be the standard equipment for a rich girl, so she arranged courses for Zhang Heling similar to Zhang Yansheng's.
But the arrangement was made and she was only responsible for paying. As for how well Zhang Heling has learned, she doesn't really take it to heart.
According to her own words, finding such a rich father for her children and allowing them to be born into a good family was already a great honor for them.
Zhang Heling nodded and said, "Yes, I like piano very much."
After all, people are different. Zhang Heling was born to love piano. Like or dislike cannot be forced.
But both of them had their piano lessons taken by a teacher who came to their home. Zhang Yansheng had attended her classes before. Her teacher’s level was only average. He discovered that the parents didn’t pay any attention to their children during class. They bullied Zhang Heling for being a child and were perfunctory in their attitude.
After all, Liang Yingying didn't put much thought into finding a teacher for Zhang Heling, unlike Zhang Yansheng's mother who did the investigation on her own, made careful comparisons, and accompanied the child personally.
"In this case, your teacher is not suitable." Zhang Yansheng pondered for a moment, "Let's talk about it when I come back in the evening. I'll see if my teacher has made arrangements. If she hasn't made arrangements, I'll ask her to come and teach you. I'll change your teacher."
"Really? Sister, you are so kind." Zhang Heling was surprised and happy, and said, "I told my mother that the teacher was not serious, but she didn't believe me at all.
Students actually have an idea of whether their teacher is good or not. Zhang Heling had once told Liang Yingying that "my teacher doesn't seem to be very serious." Without any investigation or research, Liang Yingying subjectively concluded that Zhang Heling didn't want to attend the class properly and deliberately said bad things about the teacher in order to change the teacher, and she scolded her instead.
Zhang Yansheng frowned slightly and suddenly asked, "Have you told Dad?"
Zhang Heling shook his head: "No, what should I tell my father? He doesn't care."
The little kid spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. It can be seen what kind of image Zhang Huan is in the minds of his children.
Zhang Yansheng said, "If you have any problems in the future, it won't work if you tell your mom. Tell your dad. If he doesn't listen, tell me. We will force him to listen."
Zhang Heling hesitated: "Well, okay? Dad should be annoyed with me, right?"
Zhang Yansheng sneered: "If you don't raise a child, what's the point of having one?"
When I was a child, my mother was sick and I really didn’t have the energy to take care of her. Zhang Yansheng keeps himself in good order. Zhang Huan often praised her, "Yanyan is so great and never makes dad worry." Looking back now, mother's look must have been so helpless at that time.
But she was young at that time, and Liang Yingying's family of three had not yet appeared, and she loved her parents wholeheartedly. She really liked hearing Zhang Huan praise her like this, and she tried her best to do better and not cause trouble for her father.
Thinking about it now, I just want to sneer.
This is truly a typical example of widowed parenting.
"This is what he should have done. A responsible adult should not shirk his responsibility." Zhang Yansheng said, "Let's talk about it when I come back in the evening."
She said, walking downstairs.
Zhang Heling leaned on the railing and shouted, "Come back soon, sister!"
Come back soon, Yanyan.
Zhang Yansheng paused.
When her mother was in poor health and she was about to go out to class, her mother would also shout like this from the stairs. At that time, she was sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a wig on her head. The chemotherapy seemed to have drained her vitality.
Later, she left, and when Zhang Yansheng went out again, no one would ask her to "come back early" anymore.
Zhang Yansheng looked up and saw the little girl still lying on the railing looking down at her. Seeing her looking up at her, she smiled sweetly like a blooming flower and waved at her.
Zhang Yansheng said "hmm", lowered his head, went downstairs and left.
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