Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was weird.

Tan Yuandao and Tan Siming, father and son, sat aside and were discussing the relationship between doctors and patients.

On the other side of Tan Siming was Xi Hu, and sitting opposite Xi Hu was Yu Manlu.

Xi Hu didn't dare to bury his head and eat like usual, he just sat upright on the chair and ate his mouthful mouthful in a well-behaved manner.

The scene where he met Tan Siming's parents last time is still fresh in his memory, and he can't say anything this time to leave a bad impression on them.

Seeing that he only eats food, Yu Manlu smiled knowingly: "Little Tiger, since you are Xiao Ming's friend, then treat this as your own home, don't be restrained! Come, try this!"

After speaking, he got up, took a chopstick of fried beef with parsley, and put it in his bowl.

Xi Hu didn't know whether he should refuse, hesitating.

"He doesn't eat parsley."

Tan Siming interjected to relieve his embarrassment, "Mom, let him do it by himself."

Yu Manlu's hand stopped.

But she immediately put the chopsticks back: "I don't know! Then Xiaohu, you pick up the food yourself! Eat more!"

"Okay, thank you, Auntie!" Xi Hu was a little embarrassed.

It's not good for me to just come to someone's house to eat and live. I have to buy something for Tan Siming's family.

He added a particularly sincere sentence: "Your craftsmanship is really good."

"You are also very good at complimenting people!"

Yu Manlu smiled, "But I also know how to cook two small dishes... His father made the dinner!"

Xi Hu: "..."

Is it an illusion?Why do you think that Aunt Yu has something to say about it?

I ate dinner without taste.

Tan Yuandao was cleaning up the dishes.Xi Hu immediately asked, "Uncle, what can I do for you?"

Tan Yuandao glanced at him, his eyes were like X-rays, and immediately reminded Xi Hu of the gaze from Tan Siming.

Tan Yuandao: "No need."

"You wash it off yourself! Don't bully other people's children!"

At the same time, Yu Manlu also spoke beside her. Her voice was sweet, not like scolding at all.After she finished speaking to Tan Yuandao, she looked at Xi Hu with a smile.

"Xiao Ming doesn't have many friends, he was brought home, and you are the first one."

She took the photobook on the shelf next to the sofa, spread it out, and showed it to Xi Hu.

Xi Hu sat on the sofa with Yu Manlu, listening to her talk about Siming's childhood stories.

As a kindergarten teacher, Yu Manlu is very friendly.Under her influence, Xi Hu gradually became less restrained, and started talking and laughing with her.

Yu Manlu found a photo of Tan Siming when he was in elementary school: Xiao Tan Siming was facing the camera, meditating like a little adult, with his brows furrowed together.

Xi Hu's eyes lit up when he saw it—it really was a snow-white dumpling, so cute.

"Let me tell you, Xiao Ming can hold a grudge."

Yu Manlu recalled the past, "This one is that he was playing with others and was skipped on purpose, and he has been thinking about how to get revenge on them when he came back."

Xi Hu thought about it, and indeed, he said a few words in the senior high school entrance examination, which seemed to be something people will never forget.

But when other parents talk about their children, he can't really just say yes in a daze.Pretending to be ignorant: "Is there? I think he is pretty good?"

"Why not?"

Yu Manlu narrated, "I don't teach children. In the past, I would use examples of children in the class who had conflicts to educate him, and tell him-when is the time to repay the wrong, you have to forgive and forgive. Others mess with you. Angry? Then ignore him, he will find it boring after a while."

Xi Hu smiled, neither agreed nor refuted.

"That's what I said when he came back that day. In the end, he actually asked me, why?"

Yu Manlu looked at her son's thoughts and she didn't understand, "What I'm thinking is, if you're all angry, and you punch me and kick me to relieve it, just take our class as an example, do you want to be peaceful? So I told him again—when is it time to repay the injustice, you have to forgive others and forgive others."

Xi Hu became interested: "Then what? How did he answer?"

"He, I don't know which other family's child he is asking about,"

Yu Manlu was fascinated by the memory, "He repeated what he said to me, and I was so choked that I couldn't say anything."

"what?"

"Didn't I say when it's time to repay the grievances? You have to forgive others and forgive others? The kid said——"

Yu Manlu imitated the little boy's tone of disobedience, his expression was vivid.

"—If you can't do it, you can't do it, it's best to beat him up! I get angry when I think about it, and forgive me!"

Xi Hu: "..."

This is what he said.

Xi Hu remembered that he had met Tan Siming long before junior high school.

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One year during the Spring Festival, Xi Junfeng was working in other provinces. He was so busy that he forgot to book a ticket to go home early. He couldn’t buy a ticket during the Spring Festival travel season.

This made Grandma Xihu so angry that she almost scolded her son in front of her grandson.

Xi Hu also felt that his father was wrong, so he followed his grandma and said a few words beside him.

Xi Junfeng, who was scolded, vented his anger for a while, and when the old man was angry, he went to the neighbor's house to visit, and gave Xi Hu a good beating.

Xi Hu was annoyed: why?Why is it your fault and blame me?

He couldn't figure it out, so he went to the school sandpit, wanting to play with sand to relieve his boredom.

Even so, the bunker had been taken over—a kid was there with a bucket, shovel, and knives on one side, and even molds, and he had built a castle out of the sand.

Xi Hu was upset at that time, and did the same thing as his father to vent his anger on others——

He stretched out his hands and knocked down the human castle.

After pushing it down, I was very proud of it, just to see how the child reacted.

The child looked up at him, his face was only the size of a palm, very white, both eyes were a little red, as if he was about to cry.

Looks like first grade.

As a senior, Xi Hu suddenly felt guilty: Isn't he bullying the younger with the big, and an asshole like his father?

I didn't expect to really make people cry.

"I was wrong, I apologize to you, don't cry..."

He stirred the sand with his hands, "I'll rebuild the castle for you, okay?"

"I won't cry because you pushed me in the sand."

"Ah? Then why are you like this?"

"Why should I tell you?"

The child glanced at him, "Mom said, don't tell strangers about yourself casually."

"..."

Xi Hu was depressed: "Do I look like a bad guy?"

"Not like a nice guy either."

"..."

Growing up so big, this is the first time someone came up and said that he was not a good person instead of praising him for being handsome.Xi Hu took the bucket at hand, and silently, began to pat the sand into a cylindrical shape.

The child didn't say a word, and when the prototype of the sandcastle was built, he used a brick knife to build it from top to bottom.

"Then I'll take a guess,"

Xi Hu watched the child pick up the window of the sandcastle, "Are you isolated?"

This child speaks pricklyly, looks indifferent, and is so obsessive-compulsive when he piles up sand. There must be few people who can stand it.

In addition, a person was playing here in the sandpit, so he didn't run away.

He answered the words self-consciously: "This matter is very simple, whoever takes the lead in isolating you, you go to the leader. Capture the thief first and capture the king."

He also said: "The best way is to find a few people directly and beat them until they dare not provoke you and dare not speak out again."

"what?"

The child's face was full of doubts, "My mother said that if someone makes me angry, I should ignore it and wait for others to make fun of themselves."

"Why??"

Xi Hu never thought that there would be such remarks.

"Others came first, why don't you return it?"

He suddenly understood why others would isolate this child—the persimmons were soft, and the child kept silent when he was angry, and he was still playing with the sand by this person. Anyone would think that this person is easy to bully.

But the child didn't realize it, his face was haughty, and his tone was very disdainful: "Too childish. When is the time to repay the injustice, you have to forgive and forgive..."

Xi Hu thought to himself that you are the only one who can rhyme.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. It's best to beat him up! If you think about it, you will get angry, and forgive me!"

He didn't care about the child's stunned expression, "You're angry, forgive him, he doesn't even know, and he won't forgive you next time."

The sandcastle was almost done, and the kid was already bowing his head to think about his words.

Xi Hu thought it was funny, and thought, it's enough to think about it for a while.

So he got up, clapped his hands together, and went home.

The author has something to say:

The so-called mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more, but father-in-law is completely different...

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