Buy a house with 30,000 yuan and live in a small town

After the quarrel, we decided to buy a house. After all, the starting point was for the children.

Lao Li worked hard to save money, emptied his parents' coffin book, borrowed some from relatives, and finally bought a second-hand house in the community where the father and son now live.

And Li Yu lived up to his expectations and was admitted to the junior high school of No. 1 Middle School.

It's just that the house is quite far from the school, and it wasn't what the hostess was interested in at first. There was no joy at all when moving.

Before moving, she quit her job in the small town. After coming to the city, she devoted all her time and energy to Li Yu.

The child was burdened with heavy schoolwork and cram schools, leaving little room for breathing. So Lao Li always believed that his son's short growth was caused by this period.

Once, she went to attend a high school reunion. When she came back, she didn't like anything she saw. She found various reasons to be cold, violent or angry with Lao Li and Li Yu.

Li Yu was as scared as a little quail, shivering, and hid behind Lao Li.

She threw the cup in her hand, and then flipped the table: "What do you two, father and son, mean? If we work together, we will treat me as an enemy, right?"

At that time, all the financial burden of the family fell on Lao Li alone. He had to pay off debts, take care of the family's daily expenses, and pay for his son's various cram schools. He was almost sick from overwork.

Lao Li sent his son back to the bedroom, closed the door, and had a big fight with her. Almost everything that could be smashed in the living room was smashed. It wasn't until the downstairs neighbor knocked on the door that the quarrel seemed to subside.

——This is the second time.

In the second semester of the second grade of junior high school, a little girl wrote a love letter to Li Yu. The pink letter paper was folded into the shape of a heart. When everyone was crowded downstairs after school, she secretly stuffed it on the outside of his school bag. in the pocket.

In the evening, when Li Yu was doing his homework, she came in to check as usual. She saw it as soon as the zipper was opened, and then took it away calmly.

After Li Yu went to school the next morning, she followed him. The little girl signed her class and name in the love letter, so she found the person easily.

She called the little girl into the corridor and humiliated her face to face.

But this morning, the class teacher's battery car happened to break down halfway. When he arrived at the school and climbed up to the teaching building, the bell for the end of morning reading just rang.

Amidst the harsh ringing, what the head teacher saw was a girl in her class crying and trying to climb the guardrail of the corridor. Fortunately, she was held tightly by several students who rushed out of the door in time.

The head teacher led people back to the office. When he went downstairs, his legs were shaking. He stumbled and grabbed the handrail, only to be surprised by a cold sweat all over his body.

On the first floor, Li Yu was standing at the door of his class, covering the side of his face where he had been slapped. His ears were ringing, and he looked at his mother who was like a stranger in front of him, with a ferocious face and open and close lips.

Some students notified the class teacher, and the verbal violence ended.

After arriving at the office, the little girl immediately started crying again when she saw Li Yu's mother.

After finally trying to persuade her, before the little girl's head teacher asked her for an explanation, she started pointing at Li Yu's nose again, making insinuations, and scolding Sang and Huai.

Li Yu was most afraid of her like this, so he hid behind his homeroom teacher. Instead of hiding, he went directly under the desk and grabbed the chair to block himself.

When all the sounds gradually subsided, the head teacher squatted beside the table and whispered to Li Yu: "My child, it's okay, come out."

Li Yu huddled up in a ball inside. Before she could respond to the class teacher, she came over and pounded the table again: "Come out, do you hear me? Your grades have dropped and you are in love early. If you don't want to repent, you will hide. Why are you hiding? I'm warning you, Don’t behave like that coward like your father, come out immediately!”

Other teachers came over immediately and pulled her aside to sit down. Li Yu squatted under the table and was shaking, and begged in a trembling voice: "Teacher, please call my dad. Please, teacher, let my dad come over..."

Lao Li had already followed the engineering team to the next city. He was putting putty on the wall when he received the call. He immediately threw away his things and went out to take a taxi to rush back.

His work clothes were dirty. He got off the car from the school gate and ran to the office in the teaching building. He didn't even have time to listen to what the head teacher said. When he saw his son hiding under the table, his heart ached: "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid. Dad is here, come out—"

When Li Yu heard a familiar voice, he raised his face buried in his knees and saw Lao Li's face through the gap. Then he slowly loosened his grip on the chair legs and came out of it.

He had been squatting for more than two hours, and his legs were so numb that he could no longer feel anything. He suddenly threw himself into Lao Li's arms, and then burst into tears.

It was as if I wanted to cry all these years of grievances away.

Lao Li just held him like that. After he finished crying and his mood gradually stabilized, he asked the head teacher what happened.

Most of the teachers in the office went to class. Li Yu's class teacher was an old teacher and had seen a lot of outrageous things. He sighed inwardly and pulled a chair over to Lao Li and motioned for him to sit.

Lao Li listened silently, asked Li Yu for a few days' leave, and then coldly uttered four words to the chattering woman beside him: "Go home and get a divorce."

They wanted to make peace but not break up. When relatives on both sides found out, they asked Lao Li to think about his children. No matter how unsatisfactory things are between the couple, they must tolerate each other so that the children can have a complete family.

Lao Li either hadn't thought about it, or because of this, his patience and concessions allowed the other party to take advantage of him, making his life even harder, and his son's life also harder.

After talking to his son for a long time these days, Lao Li fully understood what his son's life was like from childhood to adulthood. Probably the prisoners in the prison were freer than him.

So what is the point of maintaining this kind of marriage? It only brings harm to the children.

Li Yu can no longer be alone in the same space as his mother. In the past few days since he came back from leave, he has had nightmares almost every night.

When Lao Li called the class teacher to help Li Yu extend the leave period, he told the situation and took the child to see a psychologist at the class teacher's suggestion.

The first time he came across a word called "depression".

The doctor said: "The child has a serious tendency to depression. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. However, judging from the examination report, the child is in the process of being stretched by self-awareness. He has a spiritual support to help him fight against this bad condition. mood."

Lao Li didn't understand this, but only remembered what the doctor said. There is no need to take medicine at the moment. He needs to give his children more positive feedback, mainly encouragement, companionship and guidance.

Create a relaxed and comfortable environment for him. As long as the child can feel it and is willing to express his feelings, it will probably not develop into a serious situation.

It just takes time to heal slowly.

Lao Li thought, so this marriage must be divorced!

Because of her anger, she went back to her parents' home directly after coming out of school that day.

I heard that my parents’ family still stood on the moral high ground, crying to relatives and friends about what they had sacrificed and paid for the family and their children.

"He is busy with work and is gone for many days. For so many years, I have been in charge of the inside and outside of this family. I have also been keeping an eye on the children's food, clothing, and studies. What has he taken care of? He has never taken care of anything. !”