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Chapter 7 I still remember, when I was young (3)

It was an early morning in 1996.

"Park Anhao, come here!"

Wang Yuli looked at the unrecognizable cabinet door, the colorful dust scattered everywhere, and the shoe prints on the bench.

"Mom, did you call me?" Park Anhao ran into the room excitedly from outside.

"Otherwise?" Wang Yuli turned her face away, her anger was completely burned. "What did I say yesterday, how did you agree? Look at you, you still painted on the wardrobe door today? Are you going to paint the bed tomorrow?"

"You said yesterday that you asked me to paint in another place, not on the wall." Pu Anhao still had an innocent expression on his face.She painted all kinds of unknown flowers on the brick red wall of the main room yesterday.A huge peony was painted on the wall on the right hand side of the door. She saw it once on the big calendar of her grandmother's house, and it was deeply remembered in her mind.Just last night, Pu Anhao had a dream once, standing blankly among the flourishing peony flowers.It seems very happy.For some reason, Pu Anhao felt that this was a happy thing worth sharing, so she planned to go to Zhang Jingya's house at night and tell her the whole thing.

"..." Wang Yuli was stunned, she had indeed said such a thing.But at that time, it was completely out of anger, and the meaning I wanted to express was clearly that I was not allowed to paint anywhere.It seems that I overestimated the understanding ability of 7-year-old children.But as an adult, you can't do wrong in front of children.Besides, how can a child talk back to an adult.So, I still have to criticize severely, or I will get it in the future?Wang Yuli suddenly remembered what Sister Zhang from the next village said to her a few days ago.However, Wang Yuli is not so stubborn.Think about it carefully, after all, Pu Anhao is still young, she has been scribbling in various places in the house since she can remember, it is quite common.A picture of a golden pig that she copied last Spring Festival was given to her grandmother as a New Year painting.In fact, the flowers painted on the wall yesterday were not bad either.Especially the peony flower at the door looks quite similar.Thinking of this, Wang Yuli couldn't help laughing out loud.What a smart kid.

"Mom, do you remember?" Pu Anhao asked, pulling at the corner of Wang Yuli's clothes.Before Wang Yuli could answer, Pu Anhao added, "I've already figured out where to paint tomorrow."

"...Where to draw?" Wang Yuli's heart tightened, maybe she was really planning to draw on the bed.That would be really difficult.

"The only thing at home that hasn't been painted is the door." Pu Anhao rolled his eyes thoughtfully.

"Mom will buy you some white paper tomorrow." After all, it wasn't going to be on the bed.No matter how long it takes, Wang Yuli imagines that if her daughter really wants to paint on the bed, she will still allow it.Who would have the heart to kill a childlike innocence.

"What's the matter?" The kid is not interested in the blank paper anymore, and was still clamoring to buy it a few days ago.Really.

"I scratched the cabinet." Park Anhao picked up some peeled off patent leather from the ground.Wang Yuli looked at her aggrieved face that was about to cry, but she didn't care about the deep scratches on the cabinet door and the exposed logs.Besides, the previous anger has long since dissipated. "It'll be fine after wiping it clean. You can go and play."

"I'm going to get a rag." Pu Anhao rushed out.Wang Yuli couldn't help feeling that children's emotions can change in an instant.Just now it was cloudy and heavy rain was coming, and it only took a blink of an eye for the clouds to open and the moon to shine.

(End of this chapter)