svetikya Chapter 767 I Shouldn’t Have Stopped You from Making Friends
Chapter 767 I Shouldn’t Have Stopped You from Making Friends
"If you want to listen, of course you can. I just think it would be a bit cruel for you to hear these things..."
Is it cruel? The child thought about it and felt that there was nothing worth commenting on. Is there anything cruel about it? But why did the mother say that?
Cruel? The child thought about it and felt that there was nothing worth commenting on, and there was nothing cruel about it, but why did the mother say that?
"I don't think there's anything weird about it. It's normal. You even want the best for my friends."
"...My tone just now contained a hint of threat, which meant that if they didn't meet my expectations, they would have to bear all the consequences. Although I wouldn't blame the child harshly... but in most cases, not showing extra care and ignoring them is like giving up."
Just like when I was teaching students, I encountered some professors who would deliberately ignore the students they disliked to show that they had given up.
"Is this a form of giving up? I understand. I've made a note of it. You don't seem to like Lelan. I've felt that your mother didn't like you very much a long time ago."
"Hmm... I really don't like him. He doesn't look like a child, but he is indeed a child. The reason I don't like him is because his way of thinking is too much like an adult. I mean in terms of ambition and interests, but he does have a childish part in him."
They are children who are forced to grow up. A big part of the reason why I am wary of them is that the abuse they have experienced will affect their lives. This is normal. After being abused, more than 90% of people will engage in similar or more intense extreme behaviors to resist when they grow up.
"He's a very good kid. He'd complain to me about the broccoli he made today that he didn't want to eat, about the taste of mushrooms that were too hard to eat, and about how tedious and exhausting gardening work was."
"He likes you very much..." Is this a good thing? Nuo Linxi didn't know the answer. The other person acted like a normal child in front of her child. This was a happy thing. It meant that she could completely let down her guard in front of her child and speak softly like a normal child. But letting her child continue to interact with this already strange person...
Fate is often unsolvable. The other person is a very strange guy. My child is a little too naive. I am very worried that he will deceive me. After all, if this is really an act...
Brunolinxi didn't know why his mother was worried so much, as her emotions changed several times.
"It's okay, Mom, if you don't want me to continue being friends with him, that's fine. After all, Mom is more important to me than a friend."
"?!" I suddenly realized what I was thinking. How could this be possible? If you do this, aren't you doing the thing you hate the most?!
Do you still remember the time you were forced to break up with a friend because that friend had bad grades? That friend would stand up for you when you were bullied, would chat with you about boring things, would listen to you share many things in your life, and was more like a mother to you than a mother, but you were forced to break up because of bad grades...
No, I won't force you anymore. I will cover for you. I am an adult and I have the ability to do so.
"No, I can tell you really like your friend. I won't deny you the right to continue being friends with him. I also hope you understand that people need to have normal values and a sense of right and wrong. So... as long as you promise to follow my instructions and use your normal values to face everything in life, and not be influenced by his thoughts, then I'll let you continue being friends with him."
Being afraid that children will be led astray and prohibiting them from socializing is such a scary thing.
The child will become more and more closed, wrapping himself in a cocoon.
"Okay, I get it, I'll be fine!"
Those eyes are really beautiful, and the child is really happy. As expected, the other party really likes new friends, but he likes me more. Why must he choose? That would be terrible.
I'm not an option in a multiple-choice question. Really, the guy who forces them to make a choice is the real bad guy!
"Okay, have you prepared a cup of hot tea for yourself?" It seems that he didn't prepare any...
"I don't know yet what kind of flavor I prefer. The same flavor as my mom's should be good, but I'm not sure if I really like it..."
"Then wait a moment. Mom has many different kinds of tea. Mom will make a cup of each tea and we can drink them all later..."
Actually, I didn’t make much, just flower tea, fruit tea, honey water, and a little bit of sweetness...
There are three kinds of fruit tea: orange, lemon, and sunset fruit flavor. There are flower teas: rose, jasmine, moon lotus, and Sumeru rose. There are quite a lot of flowers. In fact, there are some flower teas that I would never drink because the taste of those flowers is too weird. Now is not the good time to drink them.
Looking at the various cups in front of him with tea of different colors inside, the child was a little confused, but still obediently took a sip of each.
Finally, I decided on my favorite flavor, lemonade. Lemonade with a little bit of honey is a very pleasant taste for children. They don’t like sour taste very much, but I didn’t expect that they would like this kind of thing.
"I like this smell the most!" I felt a little happier. Is this what my mother said? As long as something important happens, I will be happy? As long as I am happy in my heart, I will feel comfortable.
What a wonderful feeling, like a blooming flower, so nice...
"Well, as long as you like it, I'm very happy!" I really like the way the other person is happy!
The child’s eyes are like blooming flowers. I like them. Eyes are beautiful, aren’t they?
When children are happy, they always feel like they are seeing reflections of themselves in their youth. Was I this happy when I was young? Perhaps I was, as happy as a flower in bloom...
Why do I like blooming flowers so much? Because when I am sad, I can only look at that flower...
Flowers will listen to me tell all my sorrow and despair, will listen to me tell the recent sadness and beauty, flowers will not resist my words, will always accompany me...
Flowers will die, too, leaving forever for unknown reasons. This is normal. They will disappear and eventually turn into fertilizer...
"Mom is happy, so I am even happier. From the beginning, I felt that being by her side would be wonderful..."
Mother is special, like a blooming flower...