He’s so Flirty

This weekend, Qin Qing's parents hurried back from outside the province together.

Before fully stepping into Granny Qin's house, Li Jinghe looked at Granny Qin who was opening the door with a sullen expression: "Mom, where is Xiaoqing, you tell her to come out of the living room quickly-my father and I are very tight at night. I have to hurry back, and I can't stay at home for too long."

Grandma Qin was so dazed by the battle, she was stunned for a while before closing the door and chasing in--

"What's wrong with this?"

After changing his shoes, Li Jinghe, who was about to lie down on his side, paused and turned around: "Didn't Xiaoqing tell you?"

"What are you talking about?" Grandma Qin's expression tightened, "Tiantian twisted her ankle yesterday. I thought you came back because of this."

"She twisted her foot?"

Li Jinghe and Qin Jingguo looked at each other, "Is it amazing?"

Grandma Qin frowned, "It's all swollen into small buns. Fortunately, I went to the hospital to take a film yesterday. The doctor said that no bones were injured-but the tendons were still slippery, and it may be common to have a leg in the future!"

"..."

Li Jinghe's iron-green complexion eased a little, but she raised her wrist and looked at her watch, then frowned: "Then let's go to her room and talk."

"What the **** is this? Say no to another day? Tiantian is still resting in the house!"

"Mom, we try not to delay her rest."

Li Jinghe said, winking at Qin Jingguo next to her.

Qin Jingguo, who had not spoken since entering, sighed, and stretched out his hand to give Granny Qin a hand. The two went aside together.

"Mom, that's it, Xiaoqing called us yesterday and said..."

In this compartment, Li Jinghe hung the bag in her hand aside, and walked straight to Qin Qing's room.

When he arrived at the door, Li Jinghe was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, and the door was opened from the inside.

It was Qin Qing who showed her face.

She stood in the door looking at Li Jinghe, raised her face and shouted, "Mom."

"..."

Li Jinghe was a little confused in her heart.

From the last time she left to today, she and Qin Qing have not seen each other for two months.

Now that I have met for the first time in two months, it was a rebuke to tell her to open her mouth.

only…

Thinking of what Qin Qing said on the phone yesterday, Li Jinghe felt a little uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath, there was no expression on her delicate makeup, but her eyes looked at Qin Qing seriously.

"Xiao Qing, you said on the phone yesterday that you want to choose liberal arts, are you serious?"

Qin Qing was silent for a while and nodded slowly.

"Yes, Mom, I thought about it. I want to choose liberal arts."

Li Jinghe's brows almost wrinkled, and the rising anger made her a little bit overwhelmed. She walked around two steps on the spot and finally tried to suppress angrily and pointed to the sofa.

"Come here, let's talk seriously."

"..."

Qin Qing's hand hanging beside her gently clenched.

After stiffening for a while, she still walked there as she said, her left foot limping a bit, not daring to exert herself.

Li Jinghe, who was the first to walk to the sofa, did not notice. After she sat down a little angrily, she looked at the girl who was sitting on the sofa on her side with a cold face.

"Your mathematics, physics, and chemistry scores are all excellent, and it can be said to be like a fish in the water in science-and liberal arts subjects, especially history, can only be regarded as the forefront-why should you choose liberal arts!?"

Li Jinghe took a deep breath, seeming to be trying to calm the anger in her heart: "—Xiao Qing, you are still young and you don’t understand many things. In the simplest sense, the liberal arts sub-major is the first thing you have encountered since going to school. A big fork, only if you make the right choice at this step, you will be able to go smoothly in the future!"

Qin Qing held her hands on her knees gently, and after doing this for a long time, she seemed to be unable to stretch a certain string, suddenly relieved.

"…because I like it."

Li Jinghe frowned: "—What?"

Qin Qing raised her head and looked at Li Jinghe, repeating almost word by word: "I want to choose liberal arts because I like it."

"..."

Li Jinghe looked at Qin Qing in disbelief. The daughter in front of her suddenly felt strange to her at this moment.

It took several seconds before she found her voice:

"Qin Qing, I have always felt that you are an obedient, good boy. You are better and more sensible than others of your age, and you never let your father and me worry too much-I didn't expect that it was my mother who thought it was wrong?"

"...I like liberal arts," Qin Qing said in a weak voice, "Did you make an unforgivable mistake?"

"You made no mistake!"

Li Jinghe's voice increased because of his anger, and even Granny Qin and Qin Jingguo who walked out were taken aback.

Li Jinghe didn’t pay attention to them, she just stared at Qin Qing, “But you’re still a child! Your thoughts are very immature now, you only care about whether you like it or not—but there are many things that have nothing to do with whether you like it or not. You don’t understand. You still can’t see it! That’s why Mom and Dad will make decisions for you. When you come back to see these things in the future, you will know who is for your good and what choices are the right ones!"

"Oh, what is this! You are scaring the child again with such a big movement!"

Grandma Qin couldn't stand by her side, she was about to stop her quickly.

Qin Qing spoke suddenly at this moment.

She raised her head to look at Li Jinghe, gritting her teeth tightly, not backing away:

"Mom, what is correct?"

"...What, is it good for me?"

She stared at Li Jinghe closely, her beautiful apricot eyes seemed to have tears in the next second, but she was still forced to press down.

"If you think it's right, and the people around you think it's right, should it be mine? ... Or, it's because you think it's good for me-no matter how I feel-it's good for me-is it? "

Li Jinghe's breathing trembled, "Xiao Qing—how did you talk to your mother!"

"..." Qin Qing squeezed her palms hard, hoping that the deep and numb pain would shake back the grievances she had been suppressing for many years at this time.

She looked at Li Jinghe with red eyes, "My mother said that I am more sensible and obedient than my peers... But has my mother considered why this is?"

"..."

The girl’s voice finally made her cry—

"I am sensible and obedient...because my parents are always away from me since I was a child! It will take a long, long, long, long time to see one another-so I just want you to praise me more and look at me more! You thought I would be more obedient and you would stay with me more like the parents of other children!"

The girl's almost dumb crying voice shocked all three of them.

They never knew that their obedient and quiet Xiaoqing had so much hysteria hidden in their hearts.

Qin Qing trembled and looked at them in tears: "But I am sensible and obedient—should I be used by you to make me obey? Practicing piano, painting, transferring schools, skipping grades...no matter what I like, whether I want to—as long as it is for Hello, can you let me decide everything for me?"

"I'm fed up... I'm fed up with being a good, obedient and sensible boy!"

Qin Qing could no longer suppress the emotions that were gushing out of her heart. She stood up **** the sofa, clenched her fists tightly and looked at Li Jinghe, tears snaking down her cheeks—

"Even if I make the wrong choice-I just take it for myself! But if you choose for me and make me unable to go on one day in the future-can you live the rest of my life for me!"

"You have always said for me to be good for me-is it for your self-comforting peace of mind, or have you really considered for me what I am thinking, what I like, what makes me happy and what makes me sad?"

"..."

Qin Qing was overwhelmed by the almost suffocating emotions after speaking all the words that were suppressed in her heart.

She stood pale and trembling for a long time. In the shocked and complicated eyes of her parents, Qin Qing bit her lip and turned back to the house, leaving the rest of her voice behind—

"Your being good for me makes me very bad... Sorry mom, I won't listen to you again this time..."

After the girl returned to the house, there was still silence in the living room.

Li Jinghe, who was sitting stiffly on the sofa, also reddened her eyes. Her lips trembled for a while before she opened her mouth shaking:

"...This kid, how did this kid grow into this temper!"

Qin Jingguo sighed and was about to sit down and comfort his wife.

At this moment, the door of Qin Qing's bedroom opened suddenly, and the girl was wrapped in a long coat and limped with her left foot, with wet tears hanging on her emotionless face.

She walked out without looking back.

Grandma Qin was anxious: "Sweet! Where are you going?"

"Sorry, grandma, I want to go out to relax and be back soon..."

The girl's voice was stiff.

When she reached the door, she pushed the door out, but stopped when she closed the door.

The girl stood there without turning her head.

"Mom, I was like this.... It's just that you never looked at me seriously and understood me."

This time, without waiting for Li Jinghe's answer, Qin Qing closed the door and walked out.

She held her breath and flushed her cheeks, enduring the pain in her left foot, and walked out with her teeth clenched like a self-abuse.

Turning into the T-shaped corridor, he opened the door of the stairwell.

The heavy metal door slammed shut.

After this sound, it seemed that a certain gate could no longer suppress the flooding emotions, and the girl knelt directly on the cold porcelain floor with a sharp pain in her left foot.

It was only at this moment that Qin Qing realized that she had forgotten to change her slippers, and the porcelain in the stairwell spread the coolness of the chill down her toes all over her body.

She finally couldn't hold it back anymore, hugged her knees and tried hard to shrink and then shrink again.

But this posture still can't drive away the chill from the inside out.

The girl hugged her knees and started sobbing.

The turbulent feelings of grievance made her breathless.

At some point, the heavy door of the stairwell was pushed open.

Before Qin Qing looked up, a warm embrace suddenly wrapped her whole—

"Three minutes is the limit."

The male voice above his head was low and dumb, with a complex tone of helplessness, pity, and distress.

—

"If you keep crying, I will be crazy."