Scenes from the past suddenly came to mind. In the past, Jian Anran always felt that their family was a typical tiger mother and cat father.
When growing up, one of Jian's parents was always a good person and the other a bad person.
Jian Anran often doesn't understand how their education models can be so different even though they are husband and wife. It would be great if her mother was half as calm as her father.
It wasn't until she accumulated experience that she looked back and realized that the truth was not necessarily what she saw.
Her mother, Yang Yahui, is a very fickle person.
She has a quick temper, is very loyal to her old sisters, and has a soft ear. She can easily be used as a weapon among the sisters.
Sadly, the same is true in their small homes.
Jian Shaobo doesn't know if he has any KPIs for being a good father. In his impression, he is hardly more fierce than his siblings Jian Anran and Jian Anjie.
Every time, it was Yang Yahui who hurriedly educated them. When their emotions reached the lowest point, it was Jian Shaobo who had to give them a gentle policy.
She sometimes thinks that if her father traveled back to ancient times, he would probably be a powerful minister who controlled the government behind the scenes without revealing his position.
As for Jian Anran's education, Jian Shaobo has been brainwashing Yang Yahui for many years by saying, "You are a mother, you are thoughtful and know how to communicate with girls better."
As for Jian Anjie's education, he naturally had another explanation, "I work outside and have little communication with my children. You are a housewife and you know better what your children are thinking."
Jian Anjie's educational achievements are relatively poor at present, and she scored at the bottom of the class in an average junior high school.
Jian Shaobo was very dissatisfied with this: You are asked to stay at home to take care of your children full time, how can you bring up a child like this?
On the contrary, Jian Anran was successfully admitted to a local college and is regarded as a model of successful education among the new generation of her family.
Jian Shaobo is very proud of this: because his father works hard outside all year round to make money, his mother can afford to educate her children full-time at home.
The life of a housewife who was pua.
Jian Anran's sudden question caught Jian Shaobo off guard. A thin layer of anger appeared on his face, but after careful consideration he did not dare to explode casually.
"Anran, you also know the situation at home." Yang Yahui saw that the atmosphere was not right and began to try to speak smoothly.
"Why is your dad still running around when he reaches retirement age soon? Isn't it just to save some money for our family!"
"We are all old, but look at Anjie, who is only in the second grade of junior high school this year. He is still a long time away from becoming an adult! How will we raise our children if we have no income in the future?"
"Not to mention that he is a boy after all. He will not need money to marry a wife in the future?"
"Don't save some money for his wife..."
"That's enough!" Before Yang Yahui could finish speaking, Jian Anran shouted, interrupting her chatter.
"Are you saving money for our family? Are you saving money for your family of three?"
Ever since she was urged to get married a while ago when she had just entered her senior year, Jian Anran always felt that something was not right.
But for the moment I couldn't think of anything wrong, I just assumed that the parents just wanted their daughter to find a place where she belonged as soon as possible.
I didn’t expect that I wanted to throw her out as if she were water?
Her heart suddenly turned cold, Jian Anran suddenly felt a little weak, and she didn't even know how she managed to stand up.
"You kid? Is this how I taught you to speak?" Yang Yahui scolded angrily.
Knowing that she was in the wrong, she could only find fault with Jian Anran's tone to make her position more stable.
"No need to say more." Jian Shaobo saw that he had almost finished what he wanted to say, and began to stand up and finish.
"We have found such a good marriage for you, and we have done everything we can."
"How can a married daughter still have to rely on her family for living expenses? If she says she doesn't want to go, she won't be stabbed in the back, saying that our Jian family is underpaying?"
With a "pop" sound, Jian Anran dropped her chopsticks on the dining table.
She stood up with a swish, and the wooden dining chair lost its center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.
Ignoring Jian Shaobo who stood up behind him and accused her with a red face, Jian Anran quickly walked back to her bedroom and closed the door.
Looking around, this small room that had been with her throughout her childhood had white princess-style furniture and bookshelves full of books.
There is also a small sofa next to the bed. When she was a child, she always loved to nest on it after quarreling with her parents...
Her nose was a little sore and her vision gradually blurred.
"Papa", big tears fell on the wooden floor. She wiped the tears that could not be controlled with the back of her hand.
Sitting in front of the desk, he opened the drawer and took out a deep red brocade box. When he opened it, he found an ancient gold bracelet inside.
This was when her grandma was still awake and she specifically called her to the bedside and asked her to dig it out from the drawer of the wooden bed that was already somewhat rotten.
Grandma left her dowry to her, hoping to add a dowry to her future.
She got up and buried herself in her soft quilt.
After a long time, when she finally calmed down enough that she could no longer cry, Jane put the brocade box in her pocket and walked out of the room.
Under the watchful eyes of Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo, she walked to the door to change her shoes. Yang Yahui paused the series and walked to the door.
"Are you leaving?"
"Well," Jian Anran turned around and emphasized, "I'm going home."
The smile froze on Yang Yahui's face for a few seconds, and she hurriedly said: "What are you kidding about? This will always be your home."
"I thought so too." She immediately turned around and left, took the keys out of her pocket and put them on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.
This time she took the subway back to the cloud, put her phone against the slightly grand door lock, and the door lock automatically opened through NFC.
After washing her face, Jian Anran walked to the balcony and touched it. The pink quilt was thoroughly dried.
She pulled the quilt off the clothes drying rack and put in a lot of effort to lay the two-meter-long bed in the second bedroom. Her back was already lightly covered with a thin layer of sweat.
After taking a bath and changing into soft and fragrant pajamas, Jane Anran hid herself in the quilt filled with the fragrance of the sun.
When Wen Siheng came back from get off work, it was already a little dark and there were no lights on in the house.
Thinking that Jian Anran hadn't come back yet, he put his briefcase in the study and turned around to go out to pick her up.
The door to the second bedroom was not closed, and when passing by, Wen Siheng suddenly noticed that the pink sheets had been changed.
I stopped and observed for a while, making sure that the bulging bag in the quilt was not moving at all.
He squatted beside the bed, reached out through the quilt and touched the little person inside.
"Are you awake?"
A small head emerged from the pink quilt, and the dim skylight fell on her face through the window, making her face look increasingly pale. Her long eyelashes blinked, and her big wet eyes were red and swollen.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wen Siheng touched her cheek, which felt slightly hot.
"Well," the man in the quilt nodded obediently, "I feel uncomfortable."
