"Mom, mom..." The child hugged his mother's arm pitifully: "Who are they? I'm afraid."

While talking about hiding behind her mother.

Xia Sheng hadn't reacted yet, he saw a green figure flying out of the room inside, with a pink flower still stuck in his head.

What do the brothers mean in group dress?

Yue Qin found that this child was a very interesting child. When he wanted to play someone, no matter what he said, he couldn't see a trace of unnaturalness.

Once the kid is himself, he doesn't know how to talk or how to get along with others.

Or Kangkang's grandmother, Xia Sheng's mother spoke first: "Xia Sheng, do you dress up your son like this?"

Mr. Kang looked at her violent mother. She was obviously not suitable for quarreling with others. Before quarreling with her own mother, she might have spent a lot of effort.

Actually not, Xia Sheng knows that quarreling must learn the routines of the elders--

"Turning the past, turning the past, turning the past!"

However, her son is here, and she can hardly say anything about gender.

This is a very sensitive topic.

The child looked at the strange woman timidly, and took his mother's hand: "Mom... Am I not good-looking like this?"

Yue Qin looked at his mother-in-law and felt that the other party was about to explode.

Yue Qin winked at the child, indicating that it was enough.

Obviously, the child didn't have any telepathy with him, and returned him. You can rest assured that I can solve the look in the eyes.

"Kangkang, I am a grandmother, and you are a boy, and you can't wear a skirt." Xia Sheng's mother's name is Li Zhaodi. She squatted down and tried to make her tone gentle.

Li Zhaodi had no doubt that Xia Sheng did not do it. In her opinion, Xia Sheng's rebellious period has not passed yet, with extreme thinking and extreme behavior.

Raising one's son as a daughter can really do such a thing.

"Fancy dresses look good." The child touched the small petals on her body: "I'm going to wear a fancy dress."

The old lady next to her took a serious look, and added: "This little girl, she looks good and has a bad aesthetic."

The old lady sighed and said, "Let your parents manage this teahouse well and buy two nice dresses to improve the aesthetics."

President Kang: "..." Is this old lady really dementia?

How could she use such a kind face to say such venomous words?

Mr. Kang decided almost instantly not to provoke this old lady in the future.

Xia Sheng picked up his son and said to his own mother: "Look, in your mind, the son is always higher than the daughter. I am like a defective product. You are eager to give birth to a son. In the end It was me who came here, and for a long time when I was a child, I felt that it was my fault."

"You said you raised me as a son. If I were really a son, you would hold me in your hand every day, you would love me, and you would keep telling me, how long have you been expecting your mother to give birth to you? How hard it is, how happy it is to see you. That’s what a son has. I will grow up like most men in the society, confident to the degree of arrogance, instead of feeling that I shouldn’t. Come to this world, that is to be cultivated as a son."

"For you, I am an uninvited guest occupying the position of your son. If you can choose, you don’t like me to come to you. I also hope to be born in the belly of a mother who loves her daughter. At least I come to this world to welcome me. It's not disappointment and disgust. If you're lucky, maybe she will knit a small coat for me." Xia Sheng didn't know why, what he didn't dare to say before, what he didn't want to say, this time he said everything.

All in her mind was Yuanyuan's mother's love for Yuanyuan, the kind of real love from a mother to her daughter.

If a mother in this world can love her daughter, why can't her mother give it to her?

She is very smart, very hardworking, very hard, not to lose to any boy.

In Xia Sheng's questioning, the woman's face turned pale little by little, and Mr. Kang could tell at a glance that this woman was a very strong woman.

She didn't say a word, but turned around and helped the old lady to go out.

The old lady was a little inexplicable, and said, "Why are you leaving? Aren't we here to play mahjong?"

After the door was closed, the sharp young mother in the living room instantly vented her strength, no matter how many years and how old she grew, even if she was already the mother of a 4-year-old child.

As long as she saw her mother, she was like a little girl back then, fragile, angry, unwilling, with countless thorns on her body.

"Am I too extreme?" The young mother was red-eyed, like a wronged little girl. After she lost her temper, she began to regret it again.

"No." Yue Qin hugged his wife: "Not extreme, you just said what she did."

Mr. Kang silently took off the petal skirt. He was still wearing pajama pants, but the trousers of the pajama pants were rolled above the knee by him. He was quite creative.

Yueqin comforted his wife, the child and the parrot brothers next to him, almost equally confused, tilted their heads to look at their mother.

Don't understand at all that we won a big victory? Why are you sad?

In fact, it is normal for the brothers to have such thoughts. Dabao had just arrived at their house and only saw the conflict between them and his grandmother's house.

Although Xiaobao is a real son, she has almost never had any contact with her grandmother. Compared with her grandmother, her grandmother is a stranger and bullies her mother, so she doesn’t have too complicated emotions. He just feels that he has bullied the bad guy and ran away. very happy.

After Yue Qin coaxed his wife, the wife began to worry that the child saw this scene not so good. Yue Qin said, "Don't worry, leave this to me."

He held the child with petals on his head in one hand, and gently held the parrot in the other.

The big father took the two brothers to the study.

Among the confused two brothers, Mr. Kang finally asked a question as a spokesperson-

"Dad, didn't we just win? Why did mother cry?" Mr. Kang was already ready to celebrate.

This is the thinking of children.

Yue Qin explained patiently: "Because the feelings are very complicated."

Yueqin touched the heads of his two sons: "Sometimes, feelings can hurt people because we regard her as an important person, and my mother doesn't want to hurt the important person."

Mr. Kang's thinking is much more extreme: "She doesn't love us, why should we treat her as an important person?" In Mr. Kang's opinion, the other party is so bad, so never meet again.

Yue Qin was a little surprised, and said, "Daddy will have to spend some time explaining this question to you." There will be no way to explain to a child the complicated relationship between parents and children.

"It's okay, anyway, after she comes, you tell me in advance that we will buy two skirts at home, and I will change the skirts to anger her." Mr. Kang waved his hand.

The little parrot nodded fiercely: "I wear flowers!"

Both of their brothers are little girls that grandma doesn't like!

The thinking of the little parrot is even simpler. Grandma doesn't like her mother, because her mother is a little girl, so they are also little girls, so don't like her.

Mr. Kang wore a skirt today and realized that everything was the same as the big dad said. Some things are scary to think of, but they are actually quite fun to do.

"Now I don't think it's scary to wear a skirt, right?"

"It's okay. It's just too expensive."

"Boys, children, and children are the same, the same smart, and they are equally valued." Yue Qin said to the two sons.

Mr. Kang listened attentively. Now he is more and more like listening to big dad reasoning.

Even in the previous life, some people would say that girls are inferior to boys in more or less ways. For example, female physiology is inferior to boys, logic is inferior to boys, and girls are not as good as boys in physiology, and they use emotions.

But at this moment, he didn't know why he believed his big dad, and felt that what his big dad said was right.

It turns out that this is the child's trust and dependence on his father?

Naturally, he accepted everything that Dad said, without questioning or rejecting.

It turns out that being a child is like this!