Chapter 111: Wish (10)

(10) The son's wishes

One morning when he was four years old, he specially designated that I should wear a certain skirt when I went to pick him up in the afternoon. In order to make the dress look good, I ate two apples a day. On the way home holding his little hand, the little guy was very excited, greeting many classmates, and some people shouted his name along the way.

When I picked him up the next day, I found him covered in bruises, including broken eyelids. I immediately called the dean in the communication room and said that the next time there was an injury, I would let the child come to school with an electric baton.

Bei Xiaozi is happy, he said: I don't feel pain, I'm so happy, my mother is the most beautiful!

It turned out to be the scar left by the jealous whole class after her mother.

Bei Boy started writing a diary when he was in elementary school, which was basically an extraterrestrial animal thing. The diaries were dictated to me on the computer, which had been sold by Mr. Pei, and he only knew that there were things on them that he did not want to see, but he never wanted to extinguish the spark of wisdom in his son's childhood. I remember once printing a small part for his Chinese teacher to see. Because the Chinese teacher at that time really had a headache for his composition. He wrote the essay "My Daddy" like this:

I was born to my father. After my dad gave birth to me, I jumped on the table and said, "Are you my father?......

The teacher gave him a score of 20 for the amount of words he wrote. Specialized education for half a day.

By the time he wrote "My Mother", he was still like this:

I was born to my mother. After my mother gave birth to me, I turned over a heel and said to her: Mom, you have worked hard......

This time, the teacher didn't even bother to score the grade, so he reassigned a question for him to write. After reading the alien story he wrote, the teacher felt that he had made great progress in writing like this, and he had to slowly enlighten himself in order to return to the ground and return to reality to get a good score.

Sure enough, after memorizing a lot of excellent essays from elementary school students at the request of the teacher, I was basically able to write normal essays from the third grade.

When I went to junior high school, my son asked his father to send him, on the one hand, I had some difficulty riding a bicycle with him, and on the other hand, because they began to be better than my father. He was beaten all over his body, because his father was considered the most handsome.

To this day, he is still being chased and beaten by his classmates, female classmates chase him and hide in the men's toilet, and male classmates chase him and hide in the teacher's office. It's really worrying, but he doesn't feel inferior at all.

He said, "You two have 10 years to immigrate to the United States, and I want to run for president."

(Chapter 9: Wishes, 2008.11.16-26, A Lan in Beijing)