"Wife, I love you very much. Look at your hands. They have to be washed countless times every day, making them dry."
"Do you love me? Just write my name on your house."
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When Sunny passed a barber shop, she heard a man and a woman arguing inside.
"Guest, we are closed now and we are closed. Come back tomorrow for a haircut, and I will give you a 20% discount."
"I just want to perm my hair today, can't I?"
"Guest, don't you see that the two of us are having a fight now, can you have some insight."
Unexpectedly, Sunny sat straight on the chair and kept fiddling with her hair.
"I want a small roll, no, the big roll looks more mature."
"Guest, tell you that you can't hear me? We're closed."
"I also understand what you are going through. Between husband and wife, you can let it go. If you don't want to live tomorrow, then forget it today. But if you want to continue to get along tomorrow, you have to tolerate each other."
"Guest, I think you are young, how old-fashioned you are when you talk, let's talk about our affairs, do you care about your dime? Do you know why we are both? You don't understand the same, so you are just commenting here?"
"In the past, I was like you. I had too many things. I wanted to separate one from the other. In the end, I could only lose to both of you. So, kind reminders, you don't have to listen, but please don't freak out. child."
Sunny touched the child's head, as if thinking of her two children in the capital.
"I don't want to stay at home, I want to run away from home."
"Every child comes from your age. Faced with the quarrel between parents, they will definitely not be happy. Then you use both hands to block your ears, like this."
Sunny teaches children to be as undisturbed as possible when negative emotions come.
"It's all right now. You can do your homework. You just need to use earplugs. I just brought them with you. Remember, your parents' life should not affect you. You are an independent person. If your parents quarrel in the future, you can use these earplugs." Live, just do your homework, they are adults, they know how to deal with their emotions, they don¡¯t need children to take care of them.¡±
After hearing what Sunny said, the men and women in the barbershop looked at each other in unison and lowered their heads in shame.
"But if you really run away from home, your parents will not quarrel, but they will regret it for the rest of their lives. Then maybe they will realize that these trivial things are trivial things, and not being able to accompany you to grow up is a lifelong loss."
"I won't go, I'm scaring them."
"They won't quarrel, they just scare you, study hard, do you hear me?"
"Does it mean that my parents won't quarrel if I come first in all my subjects?"
Sunny looked in the direction of the children's parents and smiled meaningfully.
"That's right, your parents agreed, and study hard. When I was your age, I wished that my family would be by my side, even if we quarreled, but if you miss it, you miss it. Those days can never be made up."
In Sunny's mind, I recalled that when I was in the orphanage, whenever I did my homework, I always wanted to have parents by my side, but when I looked back, I often failed.
"Sonny."
At this time, the sound of a middle-aged woman sounded at the door of the barber shop.