For a little girl, the little parrot is just standing on the coffee table, which is enough for the little girl to be happy, let alone talking and jumping around.

The little parrot deals with children in school every day, and it is easy to deal with a child in private.

So, the little girl clapped her hands, and the little parrot hopped around to explain to the little girl why other parrots don't fly very much, but it can fly very high.

Xia Sheng next to her was a bit embarrassed. She had never had the opportunity to communicate with other children's mothers before.

Xia Sheng was sitting with the little girl's mother, and the other party didn't know what to do. Xia Sheng felt that he should do something, or say something, to bring the atmosphere to life...

But what to say? This again involves Xia Sheng's blind spot. Don't look at her as the mother of a four-year-old child. In fact, she is so different from the adults she imagined when she was a child.

This world does not automatically learn some skills from a child to an adult, and not all children’s mothers are good at socializing.

When she was a child, her mother didn’t have this kind of mother social interaction. Her mother hated other mothers with small children. In fact, she can understand that in the small town, the family is very important to whether the family is a son or a daughter, especially since their family has a tradition of giving birth to daughters. Many people know that none of her grandmother's four daughters gave birth to a son.

Therefore, every time her mother goes out, others will comfort her, and her daughter is also good. This kind of comfort itself is condescending and compassionate. Her mother often scolded her, which caused her to repel contact with other children's mothers.

And Xia Sheng's own social skills are not good.

She has been surrounded by opponents since she was a child, and they are all opponents that need to be defeated by her. The daily conversations between her and her are three sentences---

"No, I'm hitting a girl? If she cries for a while, don't say I'm not a gentleman."

"I'm fighting with you!"

"Damn, what are you laughing at? You can do it yourself if you have the ability!"

And she? She doesn't need to speak, just hit it. She has no habit of talking.

Even if she enters school, she is not in the same world with other people, and she is too far behind in other aspects. She needs to desperately catch up with the progress of normal people, and there is no time to do things like making friends.

The mother of the little girl next to him seems to be very social, obviously, she brought her daughter over to disturb others, and she has used a lot of courage to say the warm words at the door, and it is estimated that she has rehearsed twice at home. .

Now the two mothers are sitting on the sofa, and the air between them is getting stiffer and stiffer. The more stiffer the air is, the less they know what to say, so they just pretend to be watching their children play.

Mr. Kang was driven out of the kitchen by his father, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He didn't need friends, didn't need to make friends, and didn't need to make friends with a group of children.

What can children understand?

However, after having a father, there is a shortcoming, that is, you can't do everything as you want. Dad can tell you what you want, and you can't refuse.

This is a problem that Mr. Kang has discovered a long time ago. If you stand where you are, your father will always be able to push you out. As for what you will encounter in the next second, is it a delicious rice bag, or embarrassment. The living room, it all depends on luck.

Mr. Kang walked in the living room a little angrily. The air in the living room seemed to freeze and it was so difficult to breathe. He felt that he was uncomfortable and couldn't help but look back at the kitchen.

Six months ago, he never expected that one day he would think that the kitchen is his most comfortable place.

But the big dad in the kitchen gave a big encouraging look, as if he was saying, "Oh, go, dad supports you."

President Kang rolled his eyes, turned his head, and looked at several people in the living room.

The violent mother was sitting on the sofa, her whole being embarrassed on pins and needles. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the topic at all. From the inside out, she exuded the temperament of being a guest in someone else's home.

President Kang was stunned, it was hard to imagine that this was his violent mother.

Mr. Kang once again thought that since I came to this home, I have never seen a violent mother go out with other children’s mothers. She seems to have always been an art center, at home, and there are also violent mothers on the side of the art center. Not very good at tearing it up with people.

In fact, think about the violent mother who is really an artist. She is not sensitive to money, and teaching piano at the Art Center is only temporarily to make money.

She is not sensitive to social interactions, and does not care much about interpersonal relationships. She pursues piano art more.

President Kang pulled his mind back, and later realized that he realized a bigger problem -

So, I am not the only person in this family who can't make friends?

In an instant, the air circulated all of a sudden, and the afterglow of the sunset outside poured in, like a warm picture in an old movie.

Mr. Kang also relaxed, and sat next to his violent mother.

He and his violent mother are really confidants! Mr. Kang glanced at the silly white sweet big dad in the kitchen encouragingly watching him, and the silly white sweet parrot jumping on the coffee table. These two silly white sweets couldn't understand this feeling at all.

After the child sat down next to him, the two embarrassed mothers on the sofa finally had a topic.

"How old is your child? Really tall."

"Four years old." Xia Sheng said.

So the topic is over again.

President Kang thought for a while, poked his head out, and tried to enliven the atmosphere. One social gangster helped the other two social gangsters.

"How old is your child now?" Mr. Kang asked.

The little girl's mother said, "I'm 4 years old."

"It's a fate."

The topic is over again.

The little parrot on the coffee table has already started teaching the little girl to flap her wings, and the three people on the sofa still don't know what to do or what to say.

President Kang is also okay, because everyone doesn't know what to say, and they don't have the ability to make friends. He doesn't feel embarrassed just sitting like this.

until--

There was a child playing the piano in the building next door, and the young mother who hadn’t spoken said at the same time--

"Two wrong notes."

After the two had finished speaking, they looked at each other, a little surprised.

"You know how to play the piano?" said the little girl's mother.

"I am a piano teacher now."

"You are amazing. I thought about being a piano teacher before, but I don't have much patience!" The little girl's mother sighed: "I just teach my daughters to sing, I'm going to collapse."

"I don't have much patience either." Xia Sheng relaxed all at once.

Mr. Kang looked at the violent mother who was originally stiff like a wood. As long as she talked about the things she liked, there would be a soft light in her whole body.

This kind of light made the little girl's mother relax.

"To be honest, I haven't touched the piano for a long time."

"I have a piano at home, do you want to try it?"

"Then dare to love it!"

The two people found a common topic all at once and started to chat. While chatting, they went to the study room next to them and prepared to play with their four fingers...

President Kang sat on the sofa, turned his head blankly, slid off the sofa, and walked into the kitchen: "Dad--have you finished washing the dishes?"