I am a god in the secret world

Chapter 249: [My mother] received a gift

The head teacher was still wiping away tears unconsciously.

Whenever she thought about those words, she felt uncomfortable.

"Sister Hongmei, you just said so much. Actually, I had the same thoughts as you before. After your daughter said that, I suddenly realized that we mothers have to be ourselves, right?"

"We also have our own names. Why do we have to rely on the recognition of others to live? When we are at home, we are parents. After we get married, we are husbands. After we have children, we are children. Sister Hongmei, you have to think about yourself too."

Han Hongmei's body trembled slightly.

The shadow she cast on the ground was already a distorted monster.

The head teacher couldn't see, so she patted her shoulder gently.

I was wondering why I always felt that Mother Han's body was cold and hard, like a stone.

On the other hand, she said, "I understand that you are used to giving for your children. I am the same. Sometimes I think I should change, but it is too difficult to change. You don't know. I always feel that it would be great if I could do it again."

"Sometimes I always regret that I got married and had children so early. If I could do it again, I would not be a teacher. I would pursue my dream and live for myself."

Han Hongmei was stiff, and slowly took back her strength.

"But in life, the past cannot be repeated and cannot be changed, but the present can still be changed, and the future can still be changed. What do you think?"

As the head teacher spoke, he felt his heart filled with hope and passion.

Over the years, she felt that this was how life was.

Get married, have children, revolve around the children, then help take care of the children when you get older, then retire completely, and then your life is over.

Now that I think about it, it might not be impossible to start doing something that I think is valuable to myself.

She was completely absorbed in her own emotions.

Han Hongmei beside him returned to normal.

She looked at every tree and blade of grass in the school without saying a word.

When the head teacher came to his senses, he started talking to her again.

Three hours had passed and it was almost time to go home from school.

Bai Cha didn't really run away for three hours. They came back after more than two hours.

While no one was attending physical education class, Bai Cha put his things on the playground.

"Okay, teacher, please help me call my mother, but don't tell her yet."

The art teacher looked at her and sent a text message to the head teacher.

The head teacher was relieved when she received the news, but the second half was mainly spoken unilaterally by her.

I said it with a dry mouth.

"Come on, Sister Hongmei, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll take you to see something."

Han Hongmei followed her without any expression.

The head teacher only then realized something was wrong.

Just now I just felt that Han Hongmei was silent. Maybe she really had some deep insights. Now I feel that her expression doesn’t seem to be the case.

Hard to say.

However, it is not ruled out that he is worried about the children.

The head teacher thought about these things in his mind and did not say anything.

The shadow of Han Hongmei behind her still had wings and horns.

What the head teacher said made sense, but Han Hongmei didn't think so.

She has no way out, it is impossible to change, her life is already like this.

She just wants her daughter to get better, is that wrong?
Why is everyone telling her that she needs to change?
Could it be that everything she had insisted on all these years was wrong?
No, if that was wrong, it could only be that she hadn't done it well enough, hadn't done better!
So we should destroy this place...

But why on earth was she still hesitating?

We have arrived at the playground.

"Sister Hongmei, look at your feet."

The head teacher's words made Han Hongmei lower her head and look.

It was an exquisite little gift box with a simple sketch of a red plum blossom drawn on it with colored pencils.

"Pick it up and have a look!" The head teacher was looking forward to it. She had no idea of ​​Han Hongmei's mental journey. Han Hongmei squatted down.

She opened the box.

Inside was a pair of bracelets, the kind that people would give to a baby when he or she is born or one month old.

There was a letter underneath.

Han Hongmei didn't know why her fingers were shaking so violently. It took her several tries to gently take out the letter.

[Today is February 1976, 2. You were born. Spring is coming and winter has not yet completely passed. I hope that you can be like the red plum, and bloom your own flowers even in difficult circumstances to welcome the coming spring. So you also have your own name, Han Hongmei]

The handwriting is still very childish.

Baicha is trying hard to imitate Han Yingying's handwriting.

Not really, but it probably doesn't matter.

pat-

A tear fell on the envelope, blurring the words on it.

Han Hongmei looked at the ground in front of her.

There is a box at equal intervals.

She walked over with some difficulty and opened the second box.

Inside was a small tiger shoe, the kind for children to wear.

[Today you are one year old. This is your birthday present. What do you wish for? For example, a piece of candy? ]

There is a piece of milk candy inside the shoe.

The second box is a wave drum.

[Today you are two years old, use the rattle to shake away all the unhappiness! But you have started to grow teeth, so you can’t eat too much candy, so no candy this year]

Han Hongmei twitched the corner of her mouth in amusement, but her vision kept becoming blurred.

Three years old, it's a beautiful dress.

Four years old is a fairy tale picture book.

Five years old is a dictionary.

Six years old is a pink diary with the words: Write down your wishes, is there anyone you want to be?

Seven years old is an invitation to school.

When I was eight years old, I was given a set of papers with a line of words on the title: Mom can’t escape being given papers when she goes to school!

At the age of nine, I was a little butterfly kite.

Ten years old is a sparkly bow hairpin.

Fourteen years old is a set of sanitary napkins.

Sixteen years old is like a rose.

Eighteen years old is a bouquet of roses.

At twenty, it's a beautiful, elegant short dress.

[Today, you are twenty years old, you have reached the legal age for marriage, you should wear a beautiful dress, open your eyes, live your life well, and find a suitable person. If you can't find one, then be yourself]

Thirty years old is a set of skin care products.

[Today, you are 30 years old. Although you are naturally beautiful, you should be better to yourself. Skin care products are not necessarily good for you, but I just want to tell you that you are still very beautiful now, you can still care about your appearance, you can still wear a skirt and tell everyone that you are good! ]

Thirty-one, nice pair of boots.

[Today, you are thirty-one years old. Put on these boots and you can fight for your life for another twenty years! ]

Thirty-two years old, a little white daisy.

[Today, you are thirty-two years old. This is your daughter. She said she loves you. You hope she has a bright future, and she also hopes you have a bright life.]

boom--

The sunlight was almost instantly swallowed up, and the world became dim in an instant.

(End of this chapter)