The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

At the big stage, An Yi found her father half-lying in a leather lounge chair. Two actors were performing a two-person opera on the stage, and her father was laughing so hard that he fell backwards. When he saw her coming, he waved and said, "Come, come and watch it too."

"How did they perform?" An Yi sat next to his father.

"Hey, it's the same old shows, nothing new, just old-fashioned." Although he said it with a hint of disdain, he was enjoying the show. An Yi had long been accustomed to his father's words not being in his heart, and he secretly laughed in his heart.

At this time, the Errenzhuan performers bowed and left the stage, and several acrobats came on stage to start the preliminary preparations. Taking advantage of this gap, the father picked up the cup of water beside him to moisten his throat, glanced at his daughter who was sitting next to him and browsing Weibo, and said, "Where's your mother? Is she still steaming?"

"Yeah, mom said she'll have to steam it thoroughly this time. I don't think she'll be able to come out for a while."

"Steamed through? It's a pity that your mother is not Tang Monk. If we share a piece of meat, we can live forever!" Dad sneered at the sauna.

An Yi couldn't help laughing out loud, and quickly looked around. He was relieved to see that he didn't disturb anyone, but he still smiled and said, "Then wouldn't we become fairies?"

Dad wanted to make some more jokes, but when he realized the show had already started, he turned his attention back to the stage. An Yi was also happy to be free and continued to play with his phone.

It was lunchtime when the family of three sat in the restaurant. The two elders looked very satisfied, and they commented on the quality of the dishes while eating with An Yi.

"Mom, will you continue steaming in the afternoon?"

"I have made an appointment with a foot masseur." Mom turned to her husband and said, "Lao An, why don't you go for a massage too?" While speaking, she did not forget to peel the prawns in her hand.

Dad nodded: "It doesn't matter whether you pinch it or not, my old feet need some repair."

"Xiaoyi, you can come too. Just ask the master to pinch it gently." It seems that my mother still doesn't intend to let me go.

An Yi tilted her head and thought for a while, but still refused: "I was tricked by a colleague into having a massage a long time ago, and I specially found a gentle young masseuse. As a result, I kept shouting in pain, and the girl finally had no choice but to say: 'Miss, you really can't be any gentler, if you are any gentler it will only be a massage, not a massage!'"

The three members of the family laughed at the same time.

"Oh, kid, it's up to you." My mother smiled and breathed a little, saying helplessly.

In the afternoon, my mother had a foot massage, sauna, and scrub; my father took a short nap in the lounge after the foot massage and continued to watch the show. An Yi would go to the massage room to see her mother, and then go to the lounge or the big stage to accompany her father. She was so busy that she didn't have a moment to relax.

Just like that, it was dinner time again, still at the same place as at noon, and still the family of three was having fun, making them all feel like they had returned to the comfortable days before they got married, and they were filled with emotion and nostalgia.

Seeing that An Yi only occasionally picked up a few small dishes with chopsticks, her mother was worried about her daughter's appetite and health, and started to nag her. This made An Yi look aggrieved and asked her father for help.

Although the father felt sorry for his daughter's appetite, he thought that the matter needed to be dealt with slowly. Then, after seeing his daughter's pitiful look, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to rescue her.

My dad picked up the phone beside him and looked through it and asked, "Why are there only a few group photos posted in the summer camp group today?"

"Yes, there are usually a lot of photos. What happened today?" My mother's attention was instantly diverted.

An Yi secretly gave her father a thumbs up. Great! Really great! Using Youyou to change the subject is the fastest and most effective way, bar none! She quickly added: "Oh, today Youyou and his friends are going to visit museums and art galleries, so it's not very convenient to take pictures."

"What's the inconvenience? It's very meaningful to take pictures of the children and those works of art together!" Mom disagreed.

An Yi said: "Those places require absolute silence. Taking pictures will disturb others."

"When the children are visiting and the teachers are taking pictures, can't they just not use the flash? It's disturbing them." Dad disagreed too.

An Yi sighed and continued to explain patiently: "The teacher specifically explained in the group yesterday: there are too many people in the place we are visiting today, and we are afraid that the children will be separated. All energy and attention must be devoted to the safety of the students. They also invited two local professional tour guides, and they need to be divided into small groups for the tour. Naturally, the teachers have to follow the group in batches, and they will be even more unable to take care of everything. So there will be no individual photos today."

The two old men were speechless for a moment. Just when An Yi was relieved, his father started complaining again: "Even if they took the photo, the photo is not very good. The exposure is too bad, the photo is either too dark or too bright; the angle of the photo is also a mess. And his hands are shaking. Look at the photos of Youyou, many of them are blurry!"

"The teacher just uses an ordinary mobile phone. Besides, there are so many children, how can she take care of the angle and light?" An Yi held his forehead with his hand.

My dad was fond of photography when he was young. After retirement, he had more free time to study this technology. In the early years, he joined several photography hobby groups and took my mom to follow the organizers to participate in some photography competitions organized by non-governmental organizations. He was very frugal, but he was willing to invest in photography equipment. Not to mention cameras, he bought countless lenses for long guns and short guns, not to mention small accessories.

My mother was quite dissatisfied when she saw that my husband invested so much, but she was moved by the fact that he could travel around with her and meet many friends of the same age, so she just reminded my father from time to time to pay attention to the balance of income and expenditure, and did not try to stop him too much.

In the past two years, as the two elders have grown older, their bodies have gradually become unable to bear the workload, and An Yi is always worried about their safety, so his parents have gradually withdrawn from these long-distance travel activities. They only occasionally go to the suburbs to take pictures and have fun. During the winter and summer vacations, they take Youyou out to travel, which is so comfortable.

But my dad has a problem: he always claims to be a professional, and often criticizes and finds faults in the photos taken by others, including An Yi. Sometimes my mother can't stand it, so she will join forces with An Yi to fight back against my dad, saying that he is a half-baked person who is half-full and half-drinking. The two sides will have a verbal battle, and in the end, my dad usually loses to the sharp words of the mother and daughter and is unwilling to lose.

So when An Yi saw her father commenting on the photos taken by the agency teacher, she winked at her mother sitting across from her. Unexpectedly, her mother stood on her father's side as soon as she opened her mouth: "Yes, our Youyou is so beautiful, but what's the result? In the photos, either her face is too big, or her legs are too thick, and her skin looks dark."

"Mom, your precious granddaughter has a really big face and really thick legs. There's plenty of sunlight there, so she's really tanned, okay?"

"What? It's the angle your dad mentioned, and... oh, right, the exposure. Besides, you can still take good photos with a cell phone. Look at the photo your dad took of Youyou, how great is it!"

"Isn't my dad a photography enthusiast? The teacher isn't one, and he hasn't studied it in depth."

My father said seriously, "It's a pity that I didn't know this before. Otherwise, we can give these teachers some photography training before they leave."

"Yes, that's a good idea! If your dad teaches them, their level will definitely improve, and it will be good for them too!"

So the two elders started discussing in unison, both with regretful looks on their faces.

An Yi was completely speechless and didn't know how to defend the teachers. She was surprised that her mother had turned against her and regretted it deeply. How did they end up talking about this topic? She could only ask the heavens in silence: Grandparents' affection is really terrible!

In fact, she regretted adding her parents to the summer camp chat group. Initially, only she and her ex-husband joined the group chat, but she thought that the teacher would often post the children's travel photos and progress in the group, and saw that other people had added their own elderly. She thought that her parents could know about Youyou's situation first, which would definitely be more convenient and faster than her forwarding or conveying it.

But An Yi didn't expect that the two elders actually invested great attention and enthusiasm in this group. They stared at it from morning to night every day, looking forward to every message related to Youyou sent by the teacher.

What she didn’t expect was that on the first day of the study tour, her mother sent a private message to the teacher asking her to take more personal photos of Youyou. On the second day, she sent another private message asking her to give her child more time to contact her family every night.

Because of the time difference and to ensure that students can focus on their studies, the institution stipulates that children are only allowed to use their mobile phones for ten minutes every night, and simply report safety to each other. Youyou's situation is special, and she needs to keep in touch with both sides in turn. So everyone agreed that the daughter would talk to her father today and send a safety text message to her mother, and the opposite would be true the next day. Although Anyi had given her parents the opportunity to talk, they still felt unsatisfied because they missed them so much, so they made this request.

After the teacher persuaded them the first time and rejected them the second time, the two elders couldn't help but call An Yi and asked her to negotiate or complain, which made her and her parents explain and comfort them, just like the situation just now. Fortunately, the old man finally understood the difference between study tour and play tour and compromised unwillingly. An Yi immediately sent a private message to the teacher to apologize and ask for understanding of the old man's feelings of missing her, which made her very anxious for a while.

In fact, the behavior of parents in the group is relatively good. Because most of the children participating in this summer camp are traveling far away without their relatives for the first time, and the camp will last for more than ten days. The requests and questions raised by the parents in the group, especially the elderly, are really varied and strange. Some ask that their children cannot eat grains because they are allergic, some ask that they wear coats when they enter air-conditioned rooms, and some even ask if they can find a piano so that their children can keep practicing... There have been several disputes and minor physical frictions between the children.

An Yi was sweating profusely, and she sincerely admired the teachers in the group for their tireless answers and apologies. Her parents, on the other hand, were enjoying the show, and often personally came out to offer advice and suggestions. They were very active, and had already established preliminary friendships with several of the elderly people there, which amazed An Yi.

It was a good thing. I thought that going abroad would make my parents' lives more lonely, but I didn't expect to find more joy and busyness in this group. Thinking of this, An Yi was so amused that he shook his head helplessly.

Finally, the family of three had a nice dinner, changed their clothes and packed their belongings leisurely, and left the bath center with laughter. It was already nine o'clock in the evening when An Yi sent his parents home and returned to his own home. Because of the nearly ten-hour time difference with foreign countries, the time for Youyou to report safety had been changed to the morning, so An Yi did not have to rush as usual.

Thinking that her mother was worried about her going home alone so late, An Yi was glad that she had the reason to work overtime tomorrow. At this moment, she felt a wave of fatigue coming up. Maybe the sauna really worked, or maybe it was because she was running around today. After a simple wash, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep early.

When An Yi woke up, he slowly opened his eyes and found it was pitch black outside the window. He knew what was going on. He fumbled for the phone on the bedside table and it was three o'clock in the morning.

She closed her eyes again and forced herself to continue sleeping. After an unknown amount of time, she stood up as if accepting her fate. She turned on all the lights in the house, the TV, computer and all other electronic products that could produce images and sounds, and leaned on the sofa with a dazed look in her eyes, waiting for dawn.

So An Yi didn't want to go to bed early, not because she couldn't, but because going to bed early meant such a situation. Relatively speaking, instead of waking up at three in the morning, she would rather stay up until three in the morning to ensure that when she woke up, only light would shine into her eyes, even if it was only a glimmer of light, it would be enough.