Unfortunately, Bai Xiang’s suggestion was suppressed, and the three girls declared that they needed a rest.
Working tirelessly for a month, what’s wrong with resting for a few days? If you disagree, then let’s fight.
Poor Bai Xiang, trembling with fear, knew he couldn’t win.
He had thought that as long as he worked hard, he definitely wouldn’t be the worst; however, reality proved that even with effort, he was still the worst. That was awkward.
So, pack up and head home!
Of course, before this, the students of the second class had also received diaries and a lot of math problems.
Gao Liang, carrying the trust of the whole class, looked at Bai Zhi with some discomfort.
"Sister Zhi, didn’t the teachers say we should rest properly for a few days, since we’ve been too strained lately?"
Both Old Xie and Teacher Zhang had said so. They said to take a good rest for a few days and just read some books, but why must they still solve problems and memorize texts and diaries?
"I’m afraid you’ll slack off too much and completely disconnect. Is there a problem? If there is, um, I’ll let Wu Wa have a chat with you."
Everyone has a lazy side, especially children. If they play for a week, they’ll definitely remember only the play.
The smile on Gao Liang’s face froze; they might as well go ahead with their reading and problem-solving.
"No, no need, we suddenly feel that we must work hard, we love studying, that’s right, isn’t it?"
Gao Liang looked around at others, and everyone nodded vigorously.
"That’s right, without a doubt."
"Yes indeed, we love studying."
By the side, Wu Wa became a little unhappy and walked onto the stage.
"Why don’t you like talking with me?"
Hadn’t she stopped being physical lately?
"I haven’t laid a hand on anyone lately."
Wu Wa felt slightly aggrieved. Wu Wa was really cute, so when she pouted, it was particularly heartbreaking.
But the people from second class were a bit different; they knew what was behind that cuteness...
Whose cute little child, when talking about stepping on stones, is playing like stepping on bubbles? They had seen it was real stones.
"No, that’s not it, we love studying. We just want to study well, we have understood the true essence of studying," Gao Liang emotionally looked at Bai Zhi, afraid that Bai Zhi wouldn’t believe him.
"Alright, I’m heading back first, goodbye."
Thus, they took their homework and went home.
After packing up, the three were ready to go home, each carrying a backpack. Carrying their packs seemed like fun, even Bai Xiang wasn’t straining his back anymore.
Just then, a voice rang out. Bai Zhi turned around and it was Ye Xiu, surprisingly with short hair.
Previously, Ye Xiu had long flowing hair, which made her look very gentle. But now, she had a neat and tidy short haircut, which inexplicably made Bai Zhi think of a phrase, "starting over..."
"Aunt, why are you here?"
Bai Fei saw Ye Xiu and was puzzled; he blurted it out before he could cover his mouth in haste.
Ye Xiu watched the children around Bai Zhi, her heart filled with joy, her Xingxing had also made friends.
"Xingxing, can Mom talk with you for a bit?"
Ye Xiu had been thinking for a whole month, but still didn’t know what to do. She found Bai Da terrifying, yet sometimes, she remembered his good sides.
She felt cold inside wanting to divorce, but was also scared that the children wouldn’t agree; she was truly conflicted, causing her to lose weight.
Bai Zhi took Ye Xiu to the riverbank. Today, no one was sitting in rows, and the old man on the opposite side felt pretty unusual.
"Young girl, you’re not studying today?"
Bai Zhi smiled, and the old grandfather opposite recognized them too.
"No, I’m on vacation."
Ye Xiu watched Bai Zhi’s manner, feeling a twinge of emotion in her nose; she rubbed it, noting how much more confident Xingxing had become.
Bai Zhi found their usual sitting stone.
"Would you like to sit down and talk?"
This month, Ye Xiu hadn’t appeared, and Bai Zhi had almost forgotten she existed.
"Xingxing, Mom has a question she wants to ask you, is that okay?"
Ye Xiu was not without sadness; Xingxing was polite but still very distant.
Bai Zhi also sat down, the river in the distance clear to the bottom, conveying a very tranquil feeling.
Ye Xiu looked at Bai Zhi for a long time without speaking.
She didn’t know how to begin.
She grabbed a nearby flower and plucked its petals, one by one, leaving the flower bare.
"Xingxing, what would you think if your dad and I got divorced?"
Bai Zhi was slightly startled, not at all expecting Ye Xiu to bring up such a topic at this time.
Was there something she didn’t know?
In the original owner’s memory, Ye Xiu was a rather vague presence; the group pet’s real father came back to take them to the big city, but Ye Xiu refused and stayed in this town to continue teaching, while Bai Da took them away.
Bai Da loved Ye Xiu so much, why would he let her stay behind alone? Was it because they were divorced?
However, that didn’t seem right; if that were the case, Bai Da wouldn’t be so calm, and he often traveled between two places.
Bai Zhi responded indifferently and did not ask why.
Ye Xiu had thought Xingxing would ask why, but she didn’t.
"Xingxing, what do you think?"
Ye Xiu had to ask again.
"What I think isn’t important; what you think is what matters most."
Bai Zhi didn’t understand why Ye Xiu would ask her this question, but she answered directly anyway.
"Huh? Aren’t you afraid people will find out your parents are divorced and feel ashamed?"
After all, at this time, if people found out about a divorce, it was always tough, and there was a child in her class whose entire demeanor changed, becoming downtrodden and gloomy, giving up on herself after her parents divorced.
She was scared, scared that her own child would end up the same.
So, she was conflicted, hesitant, struggling, and in agony.
"Not at all, your life is yours to control. What I think isn’t important.
What others think, to me, is also unimportant."
Bai Zhi shook her head; she never felt she had the right to decide someone else’s life.
Whether Ye Xiu wanted a divorce was up to her.
"Each of us shouldn’t live for others; only you know if you’re happy. I can take care of Grandpa and myself as well."
So, whether or not you divorce doesn’t concern me.
In that moment, Ye Xiu realized something profound.
Xingxing was right; only she knew if she was happy, yet she was still afraid, afraid the children would suffer later on,
"But without a father or mother, it’ll be hard for you."
Being from a single-parent family always carried a stigma.
"I don’t feel that way; perhaps you should ask Bai Yu and Bai Ye."
Bai Zhi’s words were simple, but they brought tears to Ye Xiu’s eyes—yes, to Xingxing, they might as well not have been there at all.