Because hitting a child, thinking about it is very split.

One minute you're an angel, the next you're a son of a bitch. Like you're crazy.

Besides, I have a heavy idol burden.

Slap at the top of your voice. That cliff was done by a middle-aged aunt.

Sorry, our beautiful and elegant middle-aged girls can't do it.

So every time someone wants to hit a child, I will gently advise:

Calm down and think of something.

Playing is not education, just venting one's emotions.

Usually the other person will say that he understands, suddenly becomes enlightened, and he will turn over a new leaf and become a mother again. . .

That's impossible.

This is just my beautiful imagination.

The fact is, usually the other party will tell me painfully:

No, you're just not that angry!

If you are not crazy, who will hit their own children!

I'm afraid I won't live long without venting my emotions!

Then we can't talk anymore, so we have to leave and raise our children separately.

The joys and sorrows of human beings cannot be connected unless they meet the same baby.

I didn't understand this truth until recently, and the price was simply painful.

Barley and Xiaomi went to piano lessons the other day. The weather is fine. They got on their bikes and set off.

I'm busy with what I'm doing. My school is very close, and it will be there in a few minutes.

The mobile phone rang before the car stopped.

It's the piano teacher!

I paused. This old German lady is a smartphone phobia patient and seldom calls me.

Moreover, it's already time for barley class, and Xiaomi should wait at the door seat. What will happen?

After answering the phone, the old lady asked me if I had seen Xiaomi.

I'm confused.

The old lady said that Xiaomi didn't want to sit at the door, insisted on riding a bike on the playground for a while, and then disappeared.

I ran to the playground and saw that there was no one there, only two bicycles, barley and the old lady's.

The school is small. During the epidemic, I only attended classes for half a day. In the afternoon, the teaching building was almost closed except for a few offices.

Xiaomi shouldn't ride in the building, and there is no reason to ride in such an empty place on the playground. Did he go home to find me?

This possibility is very small, because everything in class is brought, and all the food and drink are in the barley bag.

But I went home and looked for it again, but there was still no one.

Can't you see that the road has turned?

I went back to school and went straight to the playground, hoping that she would come out from a corner with a smile and surprise me.

Unfortunately, no.

Those two bicycles are still on the playground.

At this time, an acquaintance teacher came out of the office building. I quickly greeted her and asked her if she had seen Xiaomi.

She shook her head and saidno. She had been preparing lessons in the office before and had never seen anyone else.

Looking at the back of her departure, my legs and feet are a little weak. The more I look at the quiet campus in the bright sunshine, the more I feel horrible.

Turning back to the parking lot, I suddenly found an extra van with Polish license plate.

Just thinking, a tall man with a beard came from a distance.

I asked him if he had seen a little girl riding a bike. He said that he had just arrived and was ready to drive away without seeing anyone.

Suddenly, a terrible idea flashed through my mind.

Last year, there was a story about a van kidnapping a child in this city. All kinds of witnesses told vividly. Although the police finally came forward to refute the rumor, people were worried and the city was full of wind and rain.

The van again! Another foreign license plate!

I couldn't make a good signal, so I quickly took out my mobile phone and patted the back of the car, then jumped into my car and chased it out on the accelerator.

While chasing, I regretted not looking at the car twice before the driver came back.

At that time, there was no movement in the carriage. What could it be?

Thought of here, the whole body hair stood on end!

It's a guilty conscience for a truck to drive so fast in a 30-yard residential area.

I slammed on the accelerator and ran after it. I couldn't wait to stop when I approached that broken car several times.

After chasing for several kilometers, I came to a fork in the road. I was dumbfounded when I turned around!

Every road is empty.

Quickly and blindly choose a road to the end, another fork in the road, and the truck has long since disappeared.

I lost it. I just felt my throat tighten and my whole body froze.

I turned on my mobile phone to check the photos I just took, and found that it was only backlight and the license plate was blurred.

After that, my head banged and I sat in the driver's seat.

Very easy to calm myself down, I unilaterally announced that this was just a misunderstanding and decided to try my luck at home again.

Neighbors are tidying up the garden and waving to meet me.

Pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, some meet to go out for a run, some families come out for a walk together, and some people rush forward.

At first glance, everyone is suspicious and no one is up to no good.

Even neighbors can't rule out suspects. After all, I haven't been to his basement.

I look at the world and feel full of danger, undercurrent and pervert.

There is still no one at home.

School is the last hope. I hope she has gone back.

The third time I ran to the playground, I stumbled and almost fell to my knees.

There are still only two bicycles on the empty playground!

I don't know how pale I was when I rushed into the classroom. Hearing this, the old lady put her hand over her mouth and shouted:

Oh, damn it, no

This is her signature action, expressing unparalleled surprise and fear.

Last time Xiaomi announced that she would take part in the piano competition, she had the same reaction.

Barley has been crying and repeating incoherently:

She promised me she wouldn't leave the playground! She said yes!

I searched desperately for other possibilities in my mind, and finally remembered that she loved to go to her best friend's house recently. Will she be there?

I didn't dial a few times because my hands were shaking badly.

When I finally dialed, I asked the desperate soul with tears:

Is my child in your house?

Yes

. . .

Shen Yuan finally returned to his position bit by bit.

I sat outside the classroom with my chest in my arms, and my heart was still pounding.

Middle-aged girls are all middle-aged in the end, which will kill people.

The old lady came out to comfort me, talking and talking, and I don't know if it is comfort.

She said that Xiaomi is a child and has a big idea, which is completely different from her sister.

For example, let her play slowly. She said she liked to play so fast.

You said it was lighter here, and she said she thought it was good to play it heavier.

Anyway, it's just that it's not that easy to teach.

Of course, this is not a bad thing, it is a, ha, a character!

I looked at the old lady sympathetically, full of apologies.

Barley said angrily:

This is a very bad character! Hit it!

I said yes, let's go and have a fight with her, so we decided happily.

Of course, we said it in Chinese, otherwise the old lady would definitely call the police.

On the way to my friend's house, I have been rehearsing how to hit the children.

I'm so angry that I'm going crazy I'm afraid I won't live long if I don't vent my emotions!

At this moment, I was connected with all the grieving old mothers, and my soul shook, completely understood!

Girls get out of the way, aunt's sleeves have been rolled up!

As soon as the car stopped, the barley rushed down first.

Xiaomi stood at the door with a wry smile.

Barley patted her ass:

You little villain! You worried us all to death!

I was shocked!

Will this turn history around?

History went backwards for a second, and Xiaomi immediately reacted and hit back five slaps with lightning speed.

Barley once again conforms to history and shouts.

A scuffle disrupted my thinking. I couldn't hit the children at once, so I had to take them back to the car and wait for advice.

At this time, eldest brother has arrived home. After hearing my complaint of blood and tears, he mused:

I'm telling you, you can either get beat up or get pocket money. Choose one.

I sighed, whether it is my own or not, I know that I have left a way for the baby.

Xiaomi hesitated.

The goods are hesitating!

She is seriously considering how to save money with a beating!

What a spirit this is!

Sure enough, after thinking for half a day, she asked.

How much does it cost to pay the fine? How to fight? How many times?

Barley immediately found a big stick and said,

Kneel down. Whip! Be punished like Xu Zhu!

Needless to say, she has been watching the dragon eight branches again recently.

Xiaomi felt that his personality was insulted, but it was not good at this time, and he muttered bitterly:

What virtual pig? You are the pig! You are the pig!

At this time, the big brother, the head of the family, said:

If you pay a fine, you will be fined a month's pocket money, and if you hit it, you will hit 100!

It's really a digression The pocket money is only a dozen euros a month. People who play 100 times will be very tired, okay?

But Xiaomi resolutely chose to fight a hundred times and vowed to defend his pocket money.

Big brother's eyes showed a little surprise, a little heartache, and with a little appreciation, he said to me:

You do it. I'm too heavy. I'll have problems.

Me?

How dare you hit a child and turn it into fried steak? You cooked it with a big fire, and only I can fry it medium-rare.

Is it interesting that two people who can't hit their children are so humble to each other?

I picked up the stick and felt uncomfortable. I raised my hand, remembering that the Force was mutual, and my heart was tangled.

In terms of comfort, flexibility and controllability, feather dusters are the best weapon to beat children, but unfortunately Germany does not.

"You give me a good reflection and I'll pick you up later!"

I dropped a malicious remark and went upstairs to rest.

Lying in bed, I have a lingering fear and feel that I have collapsed. I haven't recovered for a long time.

Xiaomi twisted into the room, rubbed against me and jumped on me:

Mom, I'm sorry. I was wrong. It won't happen again

Say the pursed ass:

You fight, you fight, a hundred times!

I sighed deeply.

What a successful parenting blogger I would be if I only had barley!

Everything about barley grows on her old mother's hope. She is sensible, diligent, intelligent and reliable, and all the teachers praise her.

Her presence makes me confident, firm, decent and full of sense of accomplishment.

Xiaomi seems to be born with a slap in the face, which makes me constantly experience loss of control and frustration.

She is a natural rule breaker.

From the day she could speak, "no, no" and "send a few, send a few" haunted her like a magic sound. A little bigger, "this is my life, not yours" is on her lips, irritating, funny and helpless.

She scribbled on the wall, cut holes in her pants, twisted her hair like a dog, never wore the clothes I matched for her, and always tried to do things that Barley had never done before.

She took off her clothes in the early education music class and giggled and streaked. In the ballet performance, she was lying on the ground, holding her feet. When she was dictating Chinese, she came up with various ways to copy cheat sheets. She turned off the sound when surfing the internet and ignored the teacher. She also pretended that the internet was not good and she couldn't hear anything clearly. . .

Even riding a bicycle is this style of painting: I have never thought of posing like this after riding a bicycle all my life.

Barry can't even touch a bike without a helmet.

Is this the reincarnation of the magic boy?

I've never hit a child, although sometimes I have instant doubts when I'm in a hurry:

Are some children just can't fight?

But every time I slowly digest my emotions, I will relent and always think:

Is there really no other way? Try again.

At least for now, she won't scribble and destroy. She can sit well in class and try to cooperate with the performance. She also knew the seriousness of the affair, and her mistake was later corrected.

Although a lot of efforts have been made and the process is almost fatal, after all, the necessary sense of rules has been gradually established in her heart.

Not a successful education, but it doesn't seem to be a failure.

On second thought, I slapped her ass a hundred times.

She smiled and said comfortable, comfortable, more, more, while trying to get into my arms.

I asked her why she chose to fight, because she was reluctant to give.

She rolled her eyes and said, not really. I just want to know how you will hit me.

It suddenly dawned on me that this product is to prove how much we love her.

I hugged her and said:

Mom, dad and sister love you very much, so they are in such a hurry.

Did you cry last time your sister missed by pressing the wrong elevator?

This time, my sister cried so badly that even my mother was going to cry.

You are eight years old, so you should have some sense of responsibility. You have to do what you promise others, and you can't just come out if you want to.

Before you do anything in the future, you should consider the consequences and the feelings of others, not just yourself.

If you want to change to a good one, you must explain it in advance, so that everyone can rest assured.

She nodded thoughtfully in agreement.

Then barley ran into the room and happily asked:

Did you call? Did you call? how can I make a phone call?

I said I called a hundred times. You must keep it a secret. You can't call the police.

There is a little boy in the barley class who is often beaten by his father, so that the teacher who fails the exam is afraid to hand out papers.

This boy is withdrawn, prone to violence, fighting, destroying public property, and his grades are in a mess.

Perhaps it is the legendary "no fight" child.

However, after four years of primary school, the situation has not improved, but has become worse.

From being a little naughty in the first grade to giving up on yourself in the fourth grade, it seems to have entered an infinite cycle of "fighting harder and harder".

You know, when German children enter primary school, teachers will tell them that any adult has no right to hit children, and neither can parents. If someone hits you, you can call the police.

However, even though the whole world knew that he was often beaten, the child never called the police.

Children's love and attachment to their parents are often much more than we think.

When the person you love the most adds fists and feet to yourself, the world collapses and emotions split.

Calling the police is fundamentally against human nature.

It is difficult for adults to understand the inner pain and entanglement of children.

In fact, sometimes we are more willful than children, and we just do whatever we want with their love.

I often think that having a baby may be like buying a lottery ticket, so cherish it when you meet an angel child.

In case you meet a magic boy, you should be prepared to face a practice.

Without the hardships of practice, there would be no deep fate.

The fear we have and the broken hearts in that place may be the reason why they will come back after flying away in the future.