Starting from you are my glory

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Qiao Weidong and Song Qian were sitting face to face in a beverage shop at the entrance of the community. Two cups of hot drinks were on the table in front of them, exuding steam.

Although Song Qianren came, she didn't say a word. Just looking at her like this, Qiao Weidong felt uncomfortable everywhere and wanted to leave, but after all, it was not officially done yet, so he had to bite the bullet and start the topic by himself.

"Ahem, did Yingzi feel better last night?"

Song Qian said nothing, Qiao Weidong could only continue talking.

"I took Yingzi to McDonald's last night and then sent her back. I arrived home before eleven o'clock, before the time you set!"

Song Qian still didn't speak. Qiao Weidong scratched his crew head helplessly, picked up the hot drink, and glanced at Song Qian quickly while lowering his head.

Well, with a straight face, the mood was the same as when he filed for divorce from me.

"Then what."

Seeing that Qiao Weidong couldn't open the topic and he was really no match for Song Qian, he decided it would be faster to be straightforward.

"I had a chat with Yingzi last night."

"What do you think of this? You let Yingzi go to and from school by himself first, cancel the meal delivery, and return the mobile phone to the child. The high pressure of the past week or so has made Yingzi very uncomfortable, both emotionally and in study. , completely had the opposite effect.”

"What do you think of what I said?"

"Not very good." Song Qian shook her head directly and said: "If she doesn't like this kind of environment, she should reflect on her own problems and then devote all her energy to studying. As a senior high school student, she now lives In school, it should be filled with learning, not small details such as mobile phones, Lego, and aerospace!”

When Song Qian got excited, she raised her hands and was about to slap the table. No wonder she was so angry now. The change of mood when Qiao Yingzi came home last night made her feel deeply uncomfortable and panicked, but it only lasted for more than an hour. In my own time, why is my daughter so happy? !

But as soon as she got home and saw herself, the dodge in her eyes and subconscious movements showed that she was afraid, resisting, and hiding!

No, Qiao Yingzi is my daughter, the most important person in my life, my only support in this broken family, and the only example to prove that I am not wrong!

"No." Qiao Weidong's scalp was numb. Song Qian had reached a dead end. Why would she rather dig the iron wall with her hands and get blood dripping on her face, but not turn her head and try in the other direction?

"Studying is very important. I admit that Lego and the like will indeed distract Yingzi's energy, but as you think, if all the energy is devoted to studying, will it really make the grades go up?"

Song Qian could not refute, so Qiao Weidong started to give examples directly.

"Fang Yifan, Fangyuan's son, Wenjie is still your best friend."

"You are a gold medal teacher, but did Fang Yifan's grades improve even a little in yours or in other cram schools? This time his grades have improved so much, I asked Fangyuan, I can still play mobile games, and I can go out on weekends as I like. He keeps having fun on his own, so why did his monthly exam scores improve so much this time?!"

"Is it possible that children of this age are not adapted to the kind of learning methods you call?!"

"How can you not adapt!" Song Qian pointed at Qiao Weidong excitedly, "I have taught so many students from Qingbei, don't I think they can all adapt?!"

"My daughter alone can't adapt?!"

"That only shows that she doesn't really focus on studying!"

"I'm warning you, Qiao Weidong!"

"Stop pointing fingers and criticizing the way I educate Yingzi. You are not qualified!"

"Okay, I'm not qualified! I'm not a good husband or a good father!"

Seeing Song Qian was about to leave, Qiao Weidong stood up in a hurry and said hurriedly: "But those of your students who have entered Qingbei are not all driven to and from school by their parents every day, right? There are always a few people who go to school outside who have mobile phones, right?!"

"If you had taught her like this since Yingzi Elementary School, I would definitely not say a word now."

"But now that Yingzi is in her senior year of high school, if you suddenly give her this model, if she can't adapt and fails the college entrance examination, can you bear the responsibility?!"

"I'm her mother!"

"Then I'm still her father!" Qiao Weidong rarely stood up in front of Song Qian and said in a deep voice with his eyes wide open: "You are not the only one in the world who cares about Yingzi!"

"If you keep going like this, the conflict between Yingzi and you will only get deeper and deeper. Don't regret it then!"

After saying harsh words, he ran away. It was impossible not to run. Qiao Weidong jogged all the way to an alley, holding his hands on his knees and panting heavily. Sweat fell from his forehead, and his heart beat violently.

This feels so good! I haven't dared to lose my temper like this to Song Qian for so many years, but I didn't expect that I would be bolder this time.

But Yingzi's two ideas were not negotiated at all!

well! It's useless to think too much. We'll go back to Fangyuan to discuss it.

Compared to Qiao Weidong who ran away after yelling, Song Qian was stunned by the sudden explosion. When she came to her senses, she thought about her daughter's caution and estrangement towards her last night, as well as the previous relationship between Tong Wenjie and herself. conversation.

"Ugh..."

Song Qian felt very tired, but her closest daughter did not understand her pressure, which intensified her pressure.

How about taking it easy first and seeing what happens next?

In her mind, Song Qian's original thoughts began to waver.

......

"Will your father come to pick you up tonight?"

After the evening self-study, Huang Zhitao asked while packing her things: "I think your mood is much better today than yesterday."

"My mood is not good now." Although Qiao Yingzi had the slightest hope for her father in her heart, she also knew that this was an extravagant hope, or to be more precise, it was wishful thinking.

In all these years, she has never seen Ms. Song Qian change her mind.

"I bet it's my mother at the door of the school tonight."

"gone."

"Bye-Bye."

Sure enough, as soon as she walked out of the teaching building, she saw her mother's stern face at the school gate. Qiao Yingzi sighed, extinguished the illusion in her heart, and dragged her footsteps to follow her mother. Walked back home.

"Start tomorrow."

As they were about to enter the community, Song Qian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I won't give you lunch or dinner. You can eat at school by yourself."

"Huh?!" Qiao Yingzi blinked, still wondering if she was hearing hallucinations.

"I won't pick you up or drop you off either."

"Yeah!" This sentence truly reached Qiao Yingzi's ears.

"I'll give it to you when I get home tonight."

Just as Qiao Yingzi was about to cheer, Song Qian suddenly turned around and said, "But if your grades haven't improved by the next monthly exam."

"Then everything is cleared! Do you know?"

"I know I know!"

Qiao Yingzi nodded quickly, and the joy in her eyes made Song Qian happy for a moment, but it was extinguished in the next second.

Grades are everything for students!