Whether you are a parent or a child, once you learn to reduce your excessive expectations of each other and focus more on your own development, you will undoubtedly be much happier!
Wen Ying does not expect her parents to become rich and high-ranking officials, and Chen Ru does not unrealistically demand that Wen Ying must win the "provincial champion". Chen Ru is already very satisfied with Wen Ying's estimated score of 660 in the college entrance examination.
Of course it would be best if you can actually get this score.
If you really can't pass the exam, Chen Ru reckons it won't be too bad.
In three years of high school, Wen Ying not only made great progress in her grades, but also published three novels in a row and became a well-known best-selling author. She was also very successful by Chen Ru's standards!
Chen Ru was in a good mood and Wen Ying was very comfortable at home, truly enjoying a relaxing two days.
On the morning of leaving for the capital, Chen Ru packed Wen Ying's luggage. The couple took Wen Ying to the airport together and watched as Wen Ying boarded the plane to the capital.
When children grow up, parents have to adapt to such separation.
Now I am only away for half a month, but in the future I may be away for more than half a year... There is nothing I can do if I can't get used to it. Do I have to tie my child to my side?
"Go back, the plane has taken off."
Chen Ru withdrew her reluctant gaze and saw that the dog man beside her was a little absent-minded. Chen Ru just wanted to sneer.
My daughter is already eighteen years old, and it’s not easy for a father to finally find some form!
I originally wanted to scold him a few words, but then I thought about it. If the dog man is changing in a good direction, it is better to encourage him.
"Wen Ying spends a lot of time alone outside. Remember to call and send more text messages to care about her."
"I'm not your woman, what kind of text message am I sending? It's from my mother-in-law!"
Wen Dongrong said sternly, "Let's go, let's go. It's so hot and I have to go back to work."
Chen Ru glared at him fiercely, and Wen Dongrong got into the car regardless.
When driving back, Wen Dongrong was still thinking arrogantly: No matter what text message I sent, I would never send it even to death.
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11 am.
Wen Ying's plane landed on time.
The first thing I did after landing was to turn on my phone, and as expected, I received a text message from Xie Qian.
Xie Qian asked her to report that the plane was safe after landing.
Wen Ying was not surprised at all, Xie Qian had always been cold-faced and warm-hearted.
"Huh."
In addition to Xie Qian's text message, there was also a text message from Lao Wen lying in the inbox, which surprised Wen Ying.
Lao Wen asked her to pay attention to safety in the capital. Although it is the capital, there are always dark places in the city that cannot be covered by surveillance. It is best not to go out at night.
Wen Ying was thinking about how to reply when Mrs. Peng called.
"Sakura, please land now. You can see me when you get your luggage and come out!"
Mrs. Peng's tone was brisk, and Wen Ying couldn't help but laugh: "I'm causing trouble for you."
"Why are you causing trouble? I'm so bored every day. I should only thank you if I have the opportunity to do something to kill time!"
Mrs. Peng was very sincere, but Wen Ying seemed unfamiliar when she was too polite.
While waiting for the luggage, Wen Ying called Xie Qian back. She originally wanted to call Lao Wen, but she thought it was a bit too sticky... Forget it, let's just reply to a text message. Text communication is what Wen Ying is good at.
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Wen Ying dragged her suitcase out. Mrs. Peng was sharp-eyed and kicked her silly son.
Peng Guoqing rushed to Wen Ying with a large bouquet of sunflowers, which shocked Wen Ying: "We are so familiar, why are we doing this?"
"My mother specially picked them in my garden. She treasures these flowers on weekdays. Even my father was scolded for trying to take two branches away from work yesterday!"
Peng Guoqing winked and explained.
Mrs. Peng smiled angrily and patted her son, "Don't talk nonsense. No matter how precious a flower is, how can it be more precious than a human being? Life needs a sense of ritual. How can I not bring a bouquet of flowers to greet Sakura!"
She was originally an ordinary sunflower, but when the Peng family and her son said this, Wen Ying instantly felt how important she was.
Peng Guoqing took the suitcase, and Wen Ying was free to hold the flowers. Mrs. Peng did not want to delay more at the airport, and was afraid that Wen Ying would be recognized by readers, so she reminded Wen Ying to get in the car as soon as possible.
"Xie Qian's mother really wanted to pick you up, but then she changed her mind. But don't worry, I will help Xie Qian's mother and I will take good care of you."
Wen Ying understood Zou Weijun's concerns very well, "Aunt Zou has always cared about me. I wish you will be good to me, too."
Mrs. Peng chuckled, "Because you are indeed very lovable."
Zou Weijun must really like Wen Ying.
If one day Peng Guoqing could find a girlfriend as good as Wen Ying—no, even half as good as Wen Ying—Mrs. Peng could chop down an entire garden of sunflowers and give them to her future daughter-in-law!
Wen Ying is not only excellent, but also very transparent and has a lovable personality.
Unless you are prejudiced against Wen Ying, it is impossible for a normal person to dislike her after getting along with her.
Mrs. Peng knew that Zou Weijun was inconvenient, so she regarded it as her responsibility to receive Wen Ying. She treated Wen Ying to lunch before sending Wen Ying to report to the School of Liberal Arts.
After completing the formalities, the Peng family and their son helped Wen Ying carry her luggage back to the room. Mrs. Peng frowned when she saw the small dormitory: "The room is too small. It's difficult to turn around. Can you get used to it?"
A small single dormitory with a separate bathroom, a single bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.
There is a small cabinet tucked next to the wardrobe, and there is a small TV set.
This room is really only big enough for one person, and it would be difficult for one more person to even turn around.
Wen Ying opened the curtains and saw the lush trees outside the window. The sunlight shone through the shade of the trees onto the desk, making the works of the founder of modern Chinese literature particularly conspicuous on the desk.
When going through the registration procedures, the teacher from the School of Liberal Arts said that the few books on the table were given to each student.
Wen Ying put the book away, looked around the small room, and was very satisfied: "Of course I can get used to living in this room. I don't know how many writers have lived in this room over the years. It may not be luxurious and comfortable enough, but it is definitely suitable for creation."
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Creation does not require a comfortable environment.
If you have inventory in your mind and emotions you want to express, you can create them with just a few pieces of old paper and pencils.
Mrs. Peng was used to fine clothes and fine food, so she could not adapt to such an accommodation environment, let alone appreciate the literary atmosphere here.
However, Mrs. Peng has a high emotional intelligence and respects Wen Ying's decision very much: "That's great, after studying here for a month, you might be able to write a new book!"
Mrs. Peng didn't bother her too much. After saying a few words, she dragged Peng Guoqing away.
Peng Guoqing muttered as he went downstairs, "Don't we invite Wen Ying to dinner?"
Mrs. Peng glared at her son, "Are you stupid? Wen Ying needs to rest after taking a flight. Wait for her to get some sleep before getting up, taking a shower, and tidying herself up. It will be a good time to get to know the classmates who are training at the same time."
Writers also have to play with writers and have a common language.
Even if we can't go together, it would be nice to get to know a few more colleagues.
Mrs. Peng knew everything was going well. Wen Ying got up after a nap and it was almost dinner time.
When she went downstairs, she met an acquaintance.
The other party smiled when he saw her, "I guessed that you would come before. After getting the training list, I was sure that I was right. I want to go to the cafeteria for dinner, will you go?"
