A bunch of Baba
to treat painful memories is to close them up and force them to forget?
No, it's not.
The right way is to wrap it up with happy and touching memories. When I have to think about it later, I will feel no pain except happy and touching.
That's the best policy.
Facts have proved that he Xinying's approach is correct - after a long time, Xiaochen finally began to miss his childhood. At that time, he found that in addition to the piles of toys Shen Junquan bought for him, the bottle of safflower is the most memorable.
That's the proof that he tried to make himself outstanding;
at the same time, it's also the proof that he wanted to make something successful, which encouraged him a lot in the years to come.
Of course, that's all in the future.
Now, Xiaochen is only a six-year-old child. He just doesn't like the kindergarten and what happened in it.
He is a child with strong self-esteem, and he wishes he had never been to any place where he felt aggrieved or humiliated.
Just as he Xinying was worried about how to divert his attention from this bottle, several women who stood at the gate of the kindergarten and looked at each other attracted her eyes.
It's all at the gate of the kindergarten
He Xinying sighs and goes into a state of alert. After this incident, she is used to being gossip, but it doesn't mean she is used to accepting it -
in her world, there is never compromise, either full and beautiful, or desperate to tear it apart.
She doesn't like to be vague.
Leading Xiaochen to walk past them with high head and high chest, several people deliberately lowered their voices and whispered, originally you didn't offend me, I didn't offend you, so it's better to have nothing to do with each other, but there are some people who love to pick things up.
One of the women could also raise her voice and say, "it's not true that a family doesn't enter a family, a mother poisons others, and a son can't give birth to one of them. She deliberately keeps it from everyone. She really thinks that she is the successor of the future company. I really don't know what to say..."
I don't know what to say. Why doesn't my mouth stop?
He Xinying holds Xiaochen's hand tightly. After hearing this, her first reaction is to go to see the child's mood. She is worried that he will not be able to bear it. But unexpectedly, Xiaochen is very strong. Maybe his intelligence also makes him expect that the secret should be spread, so he is not surprised at all.
"How are you?" He Xinying asked him in a low voice.
Xiaochen nodded, pretending to be a strong face is gratifying, but the tight mouth accidentally exposed his little tension. Looking at such a lovely child, he Xinying can't imagine how bad those who have the heart to hurt him should be.
"Wait here for mom."
After explaining Xiaochen, he Xinying left him to turn around and confront those women. She didn't get angry, so she calmly looked at the woman who was rude and asked her, "what did you say just now?"
"Oh! Do you want to ask me again The woman had an incomprehensible expression. Seeing he Xinying staring at her all the time, she couldn't resist provocation and said, "what are you looking at? What's good to see? You can't let others talk about what you've done wrong? If you don't do anything, no one will tell you! "
"You say I can, but you say my son can't."
He Xinying was still staring at her, saying every word very slowly and forcefully: "my son is not casually held. Do you want to give it to me? I'm sorry. I won't ask for the money! My son,
that's an excellent child, which you can match? "
It's a personal attack.
She can do it, too. He Xinying is famous for her glib, which makes her feel uncomfortable. She can't take advantage of it.
"I can say whatever you want, but as a parent, if you say that a child is only six years old, what kind of parent are you?! Besides, "he Xinying looked at the direction of the director's office and asked," who did you hear that my child is adopted? So sure? Do you have any evidence? If my child is born, believe it or not, I will sue you
The last sentence made the other party cringe involuntarily.
Who said that? Apart from the director, who else?
He Xinying knows this in her heart, but she knows that this kind of talkative woman just likes to listen to gossip. In fact, she can't make any big waves.
To put it bluntly, she's just a gossip. She looks down on these people from the bottom of her heart.
“… You, you don't care who told me! " The woman was a little discouraged. She didn't expect he Xinying to be so aggressive. Now she knows why the director was so badly repaired.
It's bullying.
He Xinying sneers in her heart and drives one away without any effort. She has no sense of accomplishment."Do you have any proof that he is your own son?" This plan spared her so much, but the woman still chattered, "how do I know you don't care, but I'm sure he's not your own!"
“… What does it have to do with you if my child is my own? Has he grown up eating your family's food? " He Xinying can't figure out the brain circuit of this kind of person, "he is born, my son, not born, or my son. You just need to care that your child is born by you."
"Oh, my child must be my own!" The woman is proud of her honey.
He Xinying took a cool look at her and said, "maybe you're wrong. Don't be too sure."
"You! How do you talk No one likes to be told that her own child is not her own. The woman suddenly became anxious and said, "I'm telling the truth, but what you're saying is false!"
Speechless, neurotic.
Shaking her head, he Xinying doesn't want to talk to a fool anymore. She turns around and wants to go home after Xiaochen. But it didn't matter. She was so scared that she quickly walked back to her son and picked him up despite his heavy weight.
"Dear Don't cry, don't cry... "
Xiao Chen is tearful. She feels that she has brought trouble to he Xinying. Her mother has been very painful for the false news. Why can't she help her? She has to be blamed for taking care of her adopted son?!
“… Those aunts are bad people. Xiaochen doesn't cry, "he Xinying said, wiping his tears with her finger and touching the baby's white face. She was angry and anxious." those who bully children are the ones who will be punished by heaven! It's not your fault, you don't have to cry! "
Her accusation was deliberately loud. Several women behind her heard it and were speechless. You look at me and I look at you. Then they lowered their heads.