The third year of high school is coming to an end, and Hua Tianlong doesn't want to go to school anymore. When Xie Ying was hospitalized, he was happy to run errands for her. As long as Xie Ying said what she wanted to eat, even if she only said one word, Hua Tianlong would buy it for her.
Come back. But Xie Ying has always been lukewarm to him. No matter what he does, she always lets him go back to school.
Xie Jing has witnessed several times, someone secretly scolding Hua Tianlong's sister: "Brother Tianlong, do you think my sister is too ignorant? Are you too good to her, so she doesn't cherish you anymore?"
"No..." Hua Tianlong said melancholy: "She has her own reasons for treating me badly. If she treats me well, then there will be a problem."
"Why?"
Hua Tianlong could only sigh.
He really didn't want to go to school, so he just wanted to go home on weekends. His parents told him a lot of things, and he listened to them, but he also told his parents what he thought: "Dad, Mom, I'm not just messing around.
I just don’t like going to school. You asked me to draw, but I don’t like what the teacher taught me at all. But as soon as I leave school, I feel particularly inspired.”
Hua Tianlong was indeed not idle. He wrote a lot of "children's poems" and drew illustrations himself. Then without telling his parents, he secretly went to a publishing house in Hong Kong City. After waiting downstairs for more than two hours, he finally arrived.
An editor. But the editor glanced at his self-made "picture book" and mocked lightly: "Who are you going to show it to?"
"The poems I write are all for children, and the pictures I draw...are also loved by children...this one is for children."
The editor didn't even raise his head, raised the corners of his mouth and sneered: "What do you call poetry?"
Hua Tianlong couldn't help but defended: "The children I know all like the stories I make up. The poems written for them should also meet their vision and be easy to understand..."
"You call it a running account, not poetry." The editor said coldly: "Children can't learn anything from what you write, and it has no profound educational significance. Which parent will buy it?"
Hua Tianlong said blankly: "But... maybe the child will like it..."
"We have so many Tang poems and Song lyrics. The most indispensable thing in China is poetry. No one will like what you write."
Hua Tianlong walked out of the publishing house in despair, sat at the bus stop for a long time, and said to himself: "Even if you can't publish, you don't have to say it so harshly! I'm not an adult yet, I'm still a child.
You editors, can you take good care of a child's heart?"
He sat there for a long time before getting on the bus home. He didn't tell anyone about this setback. The editor's words seriously hurt his self-esteem, and he was listless for several days.
During adolescence, children rarely have good moods, so adults did not take his depression seriously. Only Xie Ying felt that Hua Tianlong was abnormal.
At that time, Xie Ying had not been discharged from the hospital, and her mother went to see a doctor. Hua Tianlong stayed with her every step of the way. Xie Ying quietly asked: "Tianlong, have you encountered any setbacks?"
"Hey, how do you know?"
Xie Ying said proudly: "Because I am very smart!"
"You deserve to be called 'Ying', you are really smart." Hua Tianlong rarely opened his heart: "Xiao Ying, I'm really confused... After a few months, Xie Chong and Haochuan both went to college and left. I'm still here
Are you fooling around here?"
"You're not fooling around! When you're not in school, you help out at home and come to the hospital to help. If you don't like studying, it doesn't mean you're fooling around."
It turned out that all his efforts were seen by Xie Ying. Hua Tianlong was very moved and his mood improved a lot. "Xie Ying, if I was like my dad and spent my whole life as a pig-head seller, would you look down on me?"
Xie Ying blinked and asked, "Then do you think anyone around looks down on Uncle Hua?"
Hua Tianlong thought for a while and shook his head: "It seems... I don't feel it..."
"Uncle Hua is hard-working and capable, with a warm heart. He is the father with the best temper in our Donghai Town. He is also so kind to Aunt Hua. Who would look down on him? Tianlong, as long as you are like Uncle Hua, no one will look down on you. On the contrary,
Others will admire you."
Hua Tianlong smiled again. "But... I am cutting and selling pig heads now just to help my parents, because they work too hard, but if I am asked to do this for the rest of my life, I am still a little unwilling.
"
"Didn't I say it? You have a good temper, are very patient with children, and can draw and tell stories. You are particularly suitable to be a kindergarten teacher! However, no matter what others say, they are just suggestions. It mainly depends on whether you like it or not.
like."
"Hey, Xiaoying is really a little adult. In fact, you are right. I quite like being with children. I am not opposed to being a kindergarten teacher, but I must think about what I really want to do. Life is about
In just a few decades, I must find a job that I like so that I can live happily for the rest of my life."
"Hua Tianlong, although you don't like reading, you are very smart. What a good idea you have!"
"Xiaoying, are you determined to be a doctor? Do you have to go to the Military Medical University?"
"Well, I must be a doctor. I watched Brother Zhou go away, and I have been sad until now. My mother is not in good health. In the future, my grandparents will get older. If they get sick, I will take care of them. Tianlong
, my grandfather is a doctor, and I grew up in his clinic. I have seen him save many people with my own eyes. Saving people is a great thing."
"Your ideas are great, Xiaoying, you will definitely become an excellent doctor in the future!"
"Well! I not only want to save people, I also want to conquer cancer so that it doesn't torture people so much! Brother Zhou has suffered a lot because of cancer, and so has my mother. So, I don't want this disease to harm people anymore!"
Xie Ying's mother came back, and their chat came to an abrupt end. Hua Tianlong came home in the evening and, as usual, helped his parents pack everything in the store. Just as he was about to go to bed, his father asked abruptly: "Son
, you really don’t want to try hard like Xie Chong and the others?"
"Dad, I will work hard, but...not everyone is suitable to study in school."
Hua Aiguo smoked a cigarette and said, "But if you don't work hard now, you may have a hard time in the future, just like me."
"Dad, I am mentally prepared for this. I live a carefree life now because you and my mother have laid a good foundation for me. In the future, when you get old and can't do anything anymore, I won't be where I am now."
So comfortable."
"Hey, you understand the truth. If you don't get along well, won't your children have to suffer a lot if they follow you in the future?"
"Then I won't have children!"
…
Hua Aiguo almost committed a crime.
Thinking of the encouragement given by Xie Ying, Hua Tianlong said with a smile: "Dad, give me a little more time. It's possible that my life will not be too bad."
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