Since childhood, I have been obsessed with a silent art of expression.

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Everyone has always defined differently about what they like.

Some people like sports.

Some people like music.

Some people like to make handmade.

Around the first grade of elementary school, I noticed this phenomenon by observing the students in my class.

I found that their hobbies are different. Even basketball and football, which are both defined as sports, people who like basketball may not like football, and vice versa, and there are also both.

Of course, these are not the key.

But whenever I think about this, I am very confused.

Whether it’s interests or hobbies.

“Shouldn’t it be a unified format?”

"Why do different people have so many differences on what they are interested in?"

At a class meeting, when the teacher called him and asked, "Tang Qingwu, what are your hobbies?"

That's how I answered.

Then.

I heard the laughter of the whole class.

Why do you laugh like this...

Is it because there is something to laugh at in my answer?

At that time, I was only seven years old and couldn't think of these things clearly.

"Why did student Tang Qingwu think so?" The teacher is a very gentle woman. She has a quiet smile on her face and her eyes are soft.

Unlike the students' ridicule, her smile makes me feel at ease.

The hand nervously holding the floral skirt couldn't help but let go a little.

"Because... Dad said before that you should not have your own hobbies... you must follow his arrangements... you must listen to everything."

"So..." I bit my lip, but because of the constant laughter in my ears, I lowered my head and closed my eyes and said loudly: "So I think that all the students' preferences should be arranged by my father!"

After I finished speaking, the laughter in the class became louder.

But unlike their happiness, I saw the teacher on the podium's gaze that gradually became a little angry.

She put her light smile back to the corner of her mouth and clapped her hands: "Okay, okay, please be quiet. It is impolite to laugh when other students talk!"

After school that day, the teacher kept me and invited my parents. On the phone call to her mother, she called her father to take the time to pick up her daughter home.

Invite parents is something that every child is very afraid of in childhood, which means that his performance in school is not so satisfactory or has caused trouble.

After returning, you may have to face the cold faces of your parents.

But this time it was different. Before my father arrived, the teacher kept holding my hand gently and talking to me in a nice voice.

Her comforting and bright eyes gradually made me feel at ease.

It turns out that staying at school is not because I did something wrong.

"What about Qingwu's hobbies?"

"What……?"

"It's what you like to do the most, what kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?" She gently tidied up the hair on my forehead for me and blinked at me quietly: "I didn't say it in class just now, did you?"

I lowered my head and said nothing.

The man with glasses appeared in his mind again, looking at me with an orderly look: "Be obedient."

"You can tell the teacher, will the teacher help you keep this little secret?" She blinked at me quietly, with a warm smile.

“Will it…conservative?”

“It will definitely be.”

"The person I want to be the one who dances very well and looks very good..." I bit my lip and said intermittently.

"A great dream, Qingwu." She wanted to reach out and rub my head, but when she hovered in the air.

The familiar sound of leather shoes walking at the door came.

I looked sideways.

A suit that is always neat and decent, meticulous hairstyle, and a cold look on the face.

My father unscrewed the door handle and walked in without knocking on the door.

When I walked in front of me, I didn't sit down.

I just stood up, then looked at me condescendingly, and then at the teacher.

"Can Qingwu go out first? The teacher talks to dad about Qingwu's situation in school recently~" The teacher's voice was soft and he blinked at me again.

After going out, he lay down at the door and peeked.

But because I was worried about being discovered, I was very nervous and didn't dare to read it too much, and the content I heard was intermittent.

"...Dad Tang, the child is still young, and it is the most critical age group to recognize the world... Your strong method is not suitable for educating your children, you should be softer..."

My father spoke too, but his voice was very small and a little cold, and I could hardly hear what he said.

only.

the next day.

Our class has a new teacher.

The new teacher said that the original class teacher was transferred to another school.

The new teacher said that children Tang Qingwu and the other children have already opened the textbooks. We are going to start class, please don’t be dazed.

———

It is midsummer when you are in the countryside.

summer vacation.

My father is very busy at work and takes care of me without any flaws.

So my mother took her to the country where my grandfather lived.

There were many wild cats and dogs in the countryside, but I was unsuspecting at that time.

Until once in the field, I felt the breeze blowing on my face, looked at the large green wheat waves in front of me, and the chirping of insects in the distance.

I can't help but want to dance with the wind.

You won't be criticized in places where your father can't see it.

But only jumped halfway, and a black cat that had jumped out of nowhere rushed over.

He rushed up and took a bite on my calf, then rushed into the wheat wave and disappeared.

The cats and dogs I have come into contact with before are very docile, and the first time I was scared by such a irritable black cat.

The faint pain from my calves made me unable to help my legs became weak, and I sat on the ground and burst into tears.

So, I hate black cats.

I hate it with the cat.

They both hate small animals.

...

Mom said that my father was not like this before.

He loves to laugh and likes to make his mother happy.

My mother lives in happiness every day, so she is willing to marry him when she is very young.

My mother said that when I first married my father, my family was not rich, and my father was very generous and never made careful calculations.

When I gave birth to me, my father had only 500 yuan in total, but my mother had to spend money in hospital, so he could only bite the bullet and borrow it from his grandfather.

Mom said that the relationship between dad and grandpa was not very good.

Especially after the death of my grandmother, whom I had never met in memory, his relationship with his grandfather became even more tense and there was little smile on his face.

Later, grandpa passed away, and dad began to become busy and busy with work.

"Xiao Qingwu, don't blame dad, there is a reason for him to blame you so harshly." At night, while carrying a rocking chair outside the yard to enjoy the cool air, my mother fanned me with a fan while explaining patiently.

“What’s the reason?”

Mom swung the fan gently, and the silver ring with a small bell tied to her wrist jingled: "When Xiao Qingwu grows up, you will know."
To be continued...