At two o'clock in the morning, my ex-wife sent a message: "Two years. Did you say you were waiting for me? " what do you think?

Many adults always think that children know nothing. What they don't know is that every child may be much more mature and sensible than they think.

So as a pupil, she said that she hated her mother and looked down on her father. I asked why, and she said that because her mother was not a good mother, her father was not a good father.

I met her in a cram school. At that time, I worked part-time in the afternoon and helped my children read in the cram school. After the course, I will sit in the last row reading and doing my homework, and let the students do their own exercises.

She sits in the penultimate row and always likes to turn around and talk to me. The first question she asked me was: "Teacher, are you twenty years old?" I said guess, she thought for a moment, and then said, "I think you look twenty years old at most."

I smiled and didn't answer. She turned around and turned around a few minutes later: "Teacher, can I ask you something?" I put down my pen and asked what it was. She said shyly, "Can you help me read my novel?"

She wrote a novel with her exercise book, about half of it. She said that she had written it for half a year and never showed it to anyone. She wanted to show it to me. I probably flipped through it, and I was a little surprised. It was not how well her novels were written, but the mature ideas of her fourth-grade children. There are many thoughts about life in the novel, which, in my opinion, are not what she should have at that age.

In the fourth grade of primary school, I was also keen on skipping rope and kicking shuttlecock. A bag of instant noodles can make me happy for a long time, and there is nothing to worry about in life. She's different. I found that she likes to be absent-minded in class and frowned as if she were thinking something.

She wants to add my contact information, saying that in case I don't work here, she will continue to show me novels in the future, and then she will take photos and send them to me so that I won't be disturbed by her. Because I said I was a part-time job and I would leave after the summer vacation.

I said I wouldn't. After I got the contact information, she came to chat with me from time to time and told her classmates who loved each other and secretly loved each other. I asked her if there was anyone she liked. She said no.

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Then she asked me, "Teacher, what kind of woman do you think is a good woman?" I thought for a moment and said that this question was too broad for me to answer, so I had to say, "Study hard and what's on my mind every day."

She gave a smile, because I always said she was mature, unlike the feelings of primary school students, junior high school students and senior high school students. She said that she actually thought so.

Later, she told me things at home intermittently, and I realized that the formation of her character was brought about by her family background. She said that her mother is not a good mother, and there is a basis.

Her mother is good-looking, so when she is with her father, she is reluctant to part with it, thinking that she can meet better people. And her father, because he married a beautiful wife, obeyed her and did everything.

How good is her father to her mother? She said that anyway, when she grew up, her mother didn't go to work for a day and didn't cook at home at ordinary times. Her father does everything alone, and Rao is often scolded.

However, no matter how her mother scolded her, she ignored her, and her father always bowed his head and apologized, almost coaxing her mother again and again with a flattering attitude.

She said, "I think she is a cold person." I was surprised that she could describe her mother as indifferent at a young age, but she continued: "When I was young, she didn't care about me. She only cares about herself, dresses herself up beautifully and goes out for several days. "

At first, when she was in kindergarten, her mother would pick her up. Other children envy her for having a beautiful mother. She feels very proud, so she wants to get close to her mother. But as soon as her hand touched her mother's white skirt, she was knocked off: "Your hands are dirty, don't touch my clothes."

I don't think her mother remembers these things, but she remembers them clearly. Including her parents quarreling when she was a child. Actually, her mother is arguing unilaterally, and her father is begging. When the scene became fierce, she began to cry.

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She said, "I cried on purpose. I just watched them fight. I don't know what to do, so I have to cry. " Her parents always thought that she was awakened by fright while sleeping. In fact, she just wanted to stop the fight in her own way. She is much more mature than they think.

She knew that her mother was having an affair, and so did her father, but his father didn't have the courage to argue with his wife. He is obviously on the right side, but he still has to beg her to go home.

When they do this, they often ignore her playing with toys, probably because she is young, ignorant and ignorant, so she is unscrupulous. In fact, her heart is like a mirror, but she just doesn't say anything. It's just that something slowly took root in her heart, which stained her happy childhood with a touch of darkness.

In the second grade of primary school, my parents divorced and my mother insisted on leaving. It was the first time that her mother bought her beautiful new clothes and helped her with her homework. She looks happy, but she knows something bad will happen in her heart.

Sure enough, in the evening, my mother was not at home. She asked her parents where they had gone. Father said, "She went out to work with someone." She nodded and went back to her room to do her homework. In fact, she knew that her mother had left with someone else.

She even knows the man's name and his occupation. Because this place is not big, when she is outside, she often sees some people secretly discussing, without giving a specific name, so she can look up the number when she comes.

She pretended to play with mud or even a blade of grass for a long time. When others finish, she will secretly point at her: "Look, this is her daughter, alas, poor."

Someone looked down at him and said, "What a pity for such a young age." She still had a good time, but she thought, "I'm not young anymore."

She played with her father's mobile phone, and neither of them deleted the SMS record. Maybe her father thought she wouldn't just go there, but she did. Even in the short message, my father kept his usual tone and earnestly advised her to come back.

He also said: "As long as you come back, I will always wait for you in the same place."

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Her mother didn't transfer to her mother's new message in her father's message until two years later, when she was in the fourth grade. She sent a message: "It has been two years. Do you think it's okay to wait for me in situ? "

She looked at the time. At two o'clock in the morning, her father had not come back. She went back to check the phone records, and sure enough, her father called. She silently put her mobile phone back and went back to the bedroom to write her own novel without asking anything.

Less than a week later, she came back and her father came to pick her up. She guessed that she should have a bad life because she had seen her father give her money. She called her nickname, and she answered, but didn't call "Mom". She said she hadn't shouted for a long time and couldn't say it.

She said to me, "I don't think she is a good woman." A good woman wouldn't do that. " Then she continued to ask me, "Teacher, what do you think a good woman should look like?"

Before I could say anything, she continued, "He is not a good man either. If I were him, I would never forgive him, but he did. When she came back, he was happy and gave her the money happily. She is still the master of this family, as if nothing has changed. "

In my life, I have seen many marriages between two people. To outsiders, I always want to know how they live. But that's how they go on, and one side always gives in to the other unconditionally, which makes people unable to understand: is this deep love? Still stupid and cute?

Unfortunately, at a young age, influenced by her parents' marriage, she didn't like to talk since she was a child, and her mind was much deeper. She never understood: Why can her parents be different from others? Mother is an exception, and father doesn't play cards according to common sense.

Later I found the answer in her novel. She wrote: Maybe the world of adults is just a messy word.