Uneasy daily life

Feng Binhe pursed her lips, understanding the entanglement between herself and her sister's family. Her initial thought was that everyone was sick.

Even though she has experienced and understands more now, she still hasn't changed her mindset from back then.

He's sick.

……

One night, an argument broke out at home.

"What are you doing at someone else's house?!" Dad frowned, his voice not as strong as usual, his face full of annoyance.

"Am I interfering in someone else's home?! What are you doing?!" Grandma shouted angrily, "Tell me what kind of outrageous thing you've done! You're keeping a mistress! Do you even care about this family anymore? If you don't, then get out!"

Mom sat on the sofa without saying a word, while Dad lowered his head and argued, "I can handle this. You don't need to go to someone else's house and yell at them. Shouting in front of them makes you lose face..."

"Face my ass! You think you're all rich now? You think you're so great? You think you can do whatever you want?!"

Grandma roared, "Don't try to fool me! Cut ties with that woman right now and fire her from your company! Otherwise, get out of this house!"

Xiao Yun, who thought it was time for dinner, stared blankly at the argument in the living room. She couldn't understand what was going on, but seeing her grandmother's angry expression just like her father's, and her father's stammering manner just like hers... Had her father stolen money, or was he unwilling to go to the zoo?

The argument ended quickly; Dad left the house, and a little while later, Mom also left.

Grandma seemed quite angry. She shook her head and sighed as she walked over and said, "Qiangwa, go keep your mother company. She's in the park downstairs."

Xiao Yun nodded obediently, went downstairs to the park, and saw her mother sitting in the pavilion.

Mom kept wiping her eyes and sniffing. Xiao Yun walked over, not knowing what to say, and quietly sat down beside her.

After a long while, Mom suddenly asked, "Qiangwa, if Dad and I get divorced, who will you live with?"

Xiao Yun said, "Let's go with Mom."

"well……!"

The mother reached out and hugged Xiao Yun, her eyes red and swollen as she choked back tears, which dripped onto her son's neck.

Xiao Yun remained silent, unsure of how to react, and simply sat there quietly.

……

……

"Your parents are divorced?"

"Toyohama Kazuka asked softly."

"No," Bai Ying retorted. "Stickman, your wet tone is a bit unsettling."

"Get up! That's called a gentle tone!"

"Give up, you can't learn the Hero Plus."

"#!"

Feng Bin and Hua sighed and asked in surprise, "Your parents are divorced, aren't you desperate?"

Bai Ying rolled her eyes: "Aren't you overestimating the comprehension abilities of middle school students? Come to think of it, people in this life are more precocious than people in the previous life..."

"I think you're the one who's precocious, aren't you?" Feng Binhe complained, frowning. "I always felt that Xiao Yun was acting strangely when he talked about following his mother and comforting her... He didn't even react much to something like this. He's such a quiet person!"

"Who knows?"

The white figure simply smiled mysteriously.

……

……

Dad is home.

Life returned to its usual routine.

All the conflicts and arguments seemed to have never happened. Dad was still busy with his career, and occasionally he could be seen chatting with people about business with great enthusiasm. Mom was still helping Dad with the company's affairs. Grandma was still taking care of the housework and looking after my younger sister. Grandpa was always busy going out to find work.

When Xiao Yun went to high school, they moved again. Her grandmother said that this was their own house. Xiao Yun didn't quite understand. She only knew that her grandmother cleaned more frequently and had less tolerance for the occasional misplaced trash.

The only change is that my younger sister has started walking and talking, and often wanders around the house.

Xiao Yun's life continued as usual. She was urged to study hard and was scolded by her parents for playing. But as time went by, these two situations occurred more and more frequently. A word that her parents and teachers would constantly emphasize gradually became etched into her mind.

College entrance examination.

The closer it gets to the college entrance examination, the more concerned parents become.

She would discard things unrelated to studying, emphasize the importance of getting into a good university, and worry that her son's quietness might indicate a psychological problem, so she took him to see a psychologist.

School life gradually became dull, and so did home life. Xiao Yun's naturally dull personality didn't change much; he simply took the bus back and forth between school and home every day.

School is where you study, and home is where you eat and sleep.

During that time, something particularly important seemed to have happened—he inexplicably became interested in a girl in his class. She was a high-achieving student and Xiao Yun's junior high school classmate. When his parents asked him which high school he wanted to attend, he subconsciously said the high school that this girl wanted to attend. After some investigation, his parents found out that it was a key high school and agreed to it.

For this reason, Xiao Yun has to take a half-hour bus ride to and from school every day.

But that's not important, because we have the college entrance exam.

That's right...

The things I care about are not important.

Xiao Yun received his university admission letter. His parents were overjoyed and wanted to invite relatives and friends to dinner. His grandmother proudly praised him with a smile. His grandfather even bought him a very nice-looking mobile phone as his first mobile phone and as a gift for his university studies.

During the family dinner, Xiao Yun joined in the fun with the others, then went back to her room to prepare for sleep, lost in thought about things she didn't know.

Will that girl go to the same university as me?

What is the right thing to do? What is the wrong thing to do? Doing the right thing brings praise, but usually doesn't make you happy. Doing the wrong thing brings slaps and scolding, but usually makes you happier. However, after being slapped and scolded, you become unhappy again… Humans can't truly be happy.

"wrong!"

In a hazy state, it seemed as if someone appeared, shouted something very loudly, and then said gently, "People can be happy... You feel unhappy because... well, you always listen to your parents."

The boy asked instinctively, "If I don't listen to my parents, they're unhappy, and I'm unhappy too. How can I be happy? Isn't that wrong?"

Feng Bin and Hua were momentarily speechless, feeling that the topic had gone astray: "Uh... well... so what do you think is right and wrong?"

"do not know."

"Why don't you know?"

"Because..." the boy asked blankly, "Did Dad do something wrong?"

Feng Bin and Hua nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, yes! Your father was wrong. He was wrong to hit you for not going out to play, and he was wrong to cheat on you! Don't you know what it means to be wrong?"

“Dad did something wrong, so Grandma scolded him. She didn’t slap him, though. Mom didn’t do anything wrong, but she cried as if she had and said she wanted a divorce…” the boy said, slightly confused. “But we didn’t get a divorce, and I didn’t stay with Mom. Everything is still the same as before, so it seems like Dad didn’t do anything wrong?”

Feng Bin and Hua were completely confused: "Wait a minute! You really want Mom and Dad to get a divorce?"

The boy asked in confusion, "What is divorce?"

That's right, this guy's parents aren't divorced... My parents aren't divorced either.

Feng Bin and Hua were a bit stumped. They waved their hands and said, "Forget it, let my sister tell you the answer. I can only say I don't know."

The boy nodded: "Oh."

Quiet……

Feng Bin and Hua were a little bored, so they still changed the subject: "If you don't know about divorce, why did you say you were with her when your mother asked you who you were with?"

The boy said, "She wants me to tell her."

"?"

Feng Bin and Hua stared wide-eyed, a question mark appearing above their heads. Was there something wrong with this kid?!

No... it doesn't seem like a problem... after all, I was pretty much the same back then.

"Uh... so who do you want to be with?"

"do not know."

"Then how do you know your mother wants you to tell her?"

“That’s how it is,” the boy tried to recall. “When Mom asked if I wanted to go out and play, she just wanted me to go out and play. When Dad asked if I should do some cleaning, he just wanted me to sweep the floor or take out the trash… The questions adults asked were like filling in the blanks in a poem. There was a standard answer. If you got it right, you got points; if you got it wrong, you lost points.”

"Is that so?" Feng Binhua couldn't help but recall for a moment, and indeed found a few similar things. "Yes! My mother is like that!"

The boy suddenly said, "But that's not right."

Feng Bin and Hua frowned, surprised, and asked, "Huh? What's wrong?"

The boy said, "Did Dad do something wrong?"

"Nonsense, of course she did something wrong!" Feng Binhe and Hua said righteously. "Isn't cheating on her boyfriend a mistake?"

The boy shook his head: "No... Why would Dad do something wrong? Why would Mom say she wanted a divorce but then not? Why could Grandma say Dad did something wrong? Why didn't Dad get slapped for his mistakes? Is it because Grandma doesn't like to slap people? They always bring up the things I do wrong, but why are the things Dad does wrong never mentioned?"

Feng Bin and Hua curled their lip: "They're sick!"

"cold?"

"Hmm... a mental illness!"

The boy tilted his head in confusion: "I'm the one seeing the psychologist."

"..."

Feng Bin and Hua froze. What? What's going on? I was actually defeated by a mere... well, in terms of age, the other person, who had repeated a grade, was two years older than me.

However, as someone who had watched the other grow up, Toyohama Kazuka couldn't hold back anymore.

Why can't I out-argue a little kid?!

“They’re sick, so they can’t tell right from wrong!” Feng Bin and Hua Zhensheng said.

"but……"

Feng Bin and Hua slapped the boy on the head, then rubbed his head vigorously, baring their teeth as they said, "No buts! They're just sick! On one hand, they let you do whatever you want and say whatever you want, but on the other hand, they only let you do this and say that—you see, what else can such contradictory people be but sick?"

The boy's head was being rubbed until it tilted to one side, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Then, what is right and what is wrong?"

"I have no idea!"

After Feng Binhe and Hua's confident statement, Feng Binhe couldn't help but feel guilty: "Uh...see, you know your dad did something wrong, right?"

"Ah."

“So, you know!” Feng Bin and Hua’s eyes flashed as they discovered a blind spot. “You know what’s right and wrong, do you need to ask me? Do you need to ask anyone else? You know right and wrong better than anyone else! Those guys who say you’re right or wrong are sick! You’re not sick, so why should they tell you right or wrong? Only you can tell whether what you’ve experienced is right or wrong!”

Just as Toyohama and Kazuka were about to continue their one-sided indoctrination, they suddenly found themselves back on the balcony at night.

A white figure is hanging on the balcony railing, gazing at the night sky.

"call……"

Feng Bin and Hua breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, it must have been my sister who defused the bomb, right?"

Bai Ying smiled with interest: "Is it possible that you are the one who defused the bomb?"

"Me?" Feng Binhehua pouted. "My parents aren't divorced, how could they possibly know that kind of feeling, or know how to provide him with psychological therapy?"

"Because you told him that adults are somewhat ill."

"Huh? Is this okay?"

"If he's not sick, and he's clearly the one who judges right from wrong, how could he make a mistake?"

Bai Ying sighed, "You didn't even read the question carefully, yet you filled in the correct answer—Stickman, you're something else."

"No way!" Feng Bin and Hua snorted confidently. "Isn't it just that you can't understand why your parents divorced and you're feeling hopeless? Humph ↗→↘..."

"You feel guilty."

"No!" Feng Bin and Hua snorted defiantly, then turned to look at the sleeping boy in the bedroom, asking curiously, "What are you despairing about?"

Bai Ying smiled and reminded him, "Haven't you experienced that deeply?"

"Have it?"

When you start thinking about right and wrong, you also lose your freedom. You can no longer like what you like, and you can no longer hate what you hate, until you like nothing, hate nothing, and nothing can be considered right or wrong...

As Bai Ying spoke, she moved closer to the railing, saying, "Perhaps this is what growing up is like?"

Feng Bin and Hua turned back to look at the sleeping boy, muttering, "He's really sick... Did you like to overthink things in your past life?"

"I only think about it occasionally," Bai Ying said casually. "I don't have that much time to overthink things."