Rebirth one way to the north

The TV was turned on, but the sound was turned down very low, so as not to disturb Mo Jie who was doing homework in the room.When Mo Xiangyang came back from throwing out the garbage, he saw Sun Lihua ironing his clothes with his head down, and hurriedly said, "I'll do it." Since that car accident, he has paid special attention to protecting his wife's cervical spine.

Sun Lihua smiled at him and said, "There are not many clothes."

Mo Xiangyang half coaxed and half grabbed the iron and said, "I'll do it."

Sun Lihua got out of her seat and sat on the sofa. She watched TV absently for a while, and suddenly said, "Xiangyang, you said that Mr. Xia, isn't it... huh?"

Mo Xiangyang was puzzled: "What?"

Sun Lihua said: "Listen to what she said, she doesn't want me to ask Xiaobei to learn piano and calligraphy. According to her, it's best not to let Xiaobei learn anything. Hey, do you think she is worried about Xiaobei? If Bei learns something else, she will have no time to go to her to learn English, so she will lose her income?"

Mo Xiangyang said, "Impossible."

Sun Lihua said: "Actually, I see Xiaobei's current level, so I really don't need to learn from her. Our Xiaobei can translate books by himself, and Teacher Xia has never translated before."

Mo Xiangyang smiled and said, "They haven't translated it, and they haven't told us, how do you know."

Sun Lihua said: "If you don't say it, you don't have it. Really, after this month of study, don't let Xiao Bei go. The provincial tuition fee can learn something else."

Mo Xiangyang looked at her hesitantly: "Is this not good?"

Sun Lihua said: "Students have their graduation day, and we are reasonable wherever we go. We don't owe her tuition fees, and we even give her gifts on New Year's Day."

Mo Xiangyang said, "I'll talk to Xiao Bei later."

Sun Lihua hummed, and after a while, said, "How much does it cost to buy a piano now?"

Mo Xiangyang said: "Generally, it costs several thousand yuan, and the best one is tens of thousands."

Sun Lihua said: "Xiaobei's manuscript fee is enough. You don't need to buy too good ones. You can change them after you finish your studies. The living room can fit in it. Let Xiaojie follow suit. Girls need to have some artistic talent."

Mo Xiangyang sighed: "Didn't you agree not to learn the piano?"

Sun Lihua glared at him dissatisfied: "You all said that, what else can I say, quarrel with you? There is no harm in learning, and it's not like the family really can't afford a piano."

Mo Xiangyang asked: "Then do you want your son to be a writer, or do you want him to be a pianist?"

Sun Lihua said: "It's not that I have to force him to become a family. I just hope that he learns more and masters a craft. Will it be good for him to find a job in the future? Hey, Mo Xiangyang, what do you mean?" What is going on, what do I say and what do you object to?"

Seeing Sun Lihua raised his voice, Mo Xiangyang hurriedly said: "Be calm, daughter-in-law, let's say it calmly, don't get excited." Sun Lihua could only give him a blank look and shut up.Mo Xiangyang smiled and said: "Of course I am also worried about Xiaobei's future, but that will be more than ten or twenty years later. Is it useful to worry more now? ... Oh, it is useful and useful, don't worry. I mean Xiaobei is already very good now, think about it, whose child can publish a book at such a young age like our son."

Sun Lihua proudly said, "Of course."

Mo Xiangyang said: "Before Xiaobei published the book, neither of us taught him, and we didn't force him to learn this or that. Did that mean he was asked to follow his interest? Let it take its course..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Lihua rushed to talk: "I just regret that I didn't teach him well before. If I don't teach him, he can publish books. If I teach him, how can he be so good?"

Mo Xiangyang was tongue-tied.

Sun Lihua said enthusiastically: "Doctor Wang's sister-in-law teaches vocal music in the Cultural Palace. I'll ask him tomorrow. His sister-in-law must know the teacher who teaches piano."

Mo Xiangyang looked at his wife without speaking for a long time, and the feeling of powerlessness he had never felt before made him feel short of breath.Why has it been repeated so many times, but it still doesn't make sense?Is it because I didn't express myself clearly?Why didn't she understand that Xiaobei was different from other children, and the educational methods that were suitable for other children would cause a backlash in Xiaobei's place?

Communicating with her is like shouting at a wall, even if you shout at the top of your lungs, the wall will not respond—a wall will never become a valley.

Sun Lihua noticed that her husband had been silent for a long time, she turned her head to look, and was surprised to see a face mixed with anger, confusion and despair. "Xiang, Xiangyang? What's wrong with you?"

Mo Xiangyang took a deep breath, and said coldly: "I'll let you up to this matter, Xiaobei doesn't learn piano."

Sun Lihua was stunned, she didn't understand why her husband was so persistent on this matter, let alone where his obvious anger came from.

She felt panicked at first, then felt aggrieved, and then anger filled her chest.

She was gasping for breath, restraining herself desperately, she said to herself: Don't get angry.Don't get angry.The kids are up, they'll hear it.Don't get angry.Don't……

She heard her sharp, piercing voice ringing in her ears, her voice was trembling, and she couldn't tell whether it was because she was angry or sad, and she blurted out a series of questions: "Mo Xiangyang, what do you mean! The son is you alone I'm not his real mother? Can I hurt him? How long, I just want to ask you, you don't care about your child's grades, you don't care what he does, you don't care if he doesn't go to school, that's not a kitten Puppy, you just need to stutter. A child! A child must, he must go to school and make friends, and he must live in this society in the future. He must not be different from others! When he grows up, who will spoil him in society? What will he do when he suffers? He can't think so far as a child, and we as parents have to think for him. Which child doesn't have a little temper, but he also gets points It’s right and wrong, but if you don’t restrain him, you won’t be able to change your temper, and you’ll hit a wall in the future!”

The clothes under the iron smelled of burning. Mo Xiangyang angrily put the iron on the shelf, threw the scorched clothes on the floor, and said angrily: "I don't want to quarrel with you. Let's calm down and talk about it later." .”

He strode to the door, put on the cotton shoes, put the cotton jacket on his body, and walked out without even buttoning it.

Mo Bei sat on the ground next to the bedroom door, and the ground was very cold.He heard his parents' conversation clearly just now, and with the bang of the door closing, Mo Bei trembled involuntarily.

After a while, he heard the door of his sister's bedroom being gently opened, followed by Mo Jie's hesitant and timid voice: "Mom...are you crying?"

Sun Lihua scolded her in a nasal voice: "It's none of your business, go do your homework."

Mo Jie retreated to the bedroom with panicked footsteps, and closed the door with a snap.

This night, Mo Xiangyang came back very late, and Sun Lihua was sitting in the living room watching the silent TV waiting for him.After Mo Xiangyang came back, both of them were too tired to argue, they washed up in silence and fell asleep.

The next morning, he found that Mo Bei hadn't come out for breakfast, so Mo Jie went to call him, only to find that Mo Bei had been sitting on the ground all night, with a fever that made him a little confused.

"The death of a child has a different kind of beauty."

Mo Bei wrote this sentence on the first line of the paper with two blank spaces.

After hesitating for a while, he wrote in the second line: "This kind of beauty can be painted as a still life painting, or composed as a moonlight song, so that people can immediately be intoxicated by the beautiful lines, and quietly experience the unspeakable worries. "

"Cough cough..." The high fever that night left Mo Bei with sequelae. His lungs became weak and he was prone to coughing.However, because of his sudden serious illness, the dispute between the parents came to an abrupt end—of course, the first priority was to let the child recover from the illness, and all educational plans had to be sidelined.

As for Mo Bei's illness, he got better and got better again, and it lasted intermittently for nearly two months.During this period, Sun Lihua also tried to get him to learn what she wanted him to learn. Mo Bei was very obedient, but he couldn't hold on for two days, and the illness would recur if he didn't heal quickly.In the end, Sun Lihua was also helpless, and let go of her anger.

The quarrel that night was the first time the couple had argued in years of marriage. It was like singing a song that was out of tune, and then sang it back to the original tune and it was still not perfect.Sun Lihua and Mo Xiangyang had a cold war for a while, and then Mo Xiangyang gave in first. Although they could not reconcile in some points of view, this was not a class conflict. go down.

After he recovered from his illness, Mo Bei told Sun Lihua that he decided to go back to school, but he was going to skip a grade directly to take the entrance examination.In order to concentrate on preparing for the exam, he stayed at his grandma's house in the city, so that it would be convenient for him to ask Teacher Xia for advice. Even if Teacher Xia is busy with work, there is still Xia Duo who is already in junior high school who can help.

Sun Lihua felt relieved that her son had become more sensible, and naturally supported Mo Bei's decision.But Mo Xiangyang felt very surprised. It was Mo Bei who strongly demanded not to go to school at the beginning, and now it is Mo Bei who made plans to go to school. What the hell is this kid doing?

But when Mo Xiangyang asked, Mo Bei just asked him back: "Is this not good? My mother is very happy, and I don't have to fight with you about this anymore."

Mo Xiangyang was silent for a while before he said: "As long as you feel good, son, life is your own, no matter whether it is father or mother, it is impossible to live on your behalf."

Grandma is very happy that her grandson lives in her house, and cooks delicious food for Mobei in different ways every day.Because Mo Bei casually said that he wanted to eat tofu nao, every morning, his grandma walked for more than 20 minutes to buy a big jar and put it on the stove to warm it up. eat.

In order to facilitate Mo Bei's reading and writing, a new desk was installed in the large living room of the grandma's outhouse—this was specially built by Sun Wuyue from a friend in the wood processing factory. It was painted with two layers of varnish to retain the original wood color and texture.The TV that was originally placed in the living room was also moved into the bedroom, and the dining table was moved into Sun Wuyue's house. When it was cold, he ate there, and when it was hot, he ate in the yard.

Although there was still a big gap between the living room and the study room, Mo Bei was very moved by grandma's intentions.

It made him feel a lot easier to leave his family, to leave... his mother, and not allow himself to be the spark of his parents' disputes.