Her son’s ring complex moved her mother to tears!

When my son was five years old, one summer night we went to the neighbor’s house downstairs and broke through the door. She was a beauty-loving woman. As soon as I walked in, I saw her anxious face. She greeted me like a savior: \”Come on! Come on! Help…\” She rubbed her fingers with great effort, and there was a basin of foam at her feet. The water is sloshing. It turned out that she bought a new ring today. When she took it out to play with after dinner, she tried it on her middle finger and it actually went in, but she just couldn\’t get out… She tried various methods and the ring got tighter and tighter. We used soapy water, hand cream, vegetable oil, etc., and pulled like a tug-of-war for nearly half an hour – and finally found that the fingertips had begun to become red and swollen, and it was impossible to get out like this. During this time, my son stayed by his side and watched everything with interest. This was probably the first time that he had seen the ring so closely and clearly. The next night, we went to her house to see her new ring (the ring had already been picked up at the jewelry store). It was a white gold ring set with a heart-shaped emerald. It was small and exquisite. On her other hand was a shining pure gold ring. She opened her palms, raised both rings to her eyes, and repeated Appreciating myself, with a beautiful and intoxicated smile on my face, she put her hands in front of my eyes and shouted proudly to me: \”Does it look good? Does it look good?\” At this time, my son, who was sitting quietly aside, spoke. \”Auntie Ai,\” the five-year-old boy already has his own stubborn temper. He usually doesn\’t take the initiative to address people. Just when I was hesitating, he stretched out his little finger and pointed at his friend and said in a commanding tone: \”Give me the ring.\” Mom.\” The tone in her voice was full of the bravery of a boy, without the timidity of a child. The friend pondered for a moment, and after making sure he heard correctly, he replied coquettishly: \”No, it\’s mine! I won\’t give it to your mother.\” After saying this, the son squeaked and landed on the ground with his feet, and he spoke like an adult. Reprimanded: \”Don\’t you have two?!\” He rushed to his friend in a few steps, clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his neck popped out, he stuck out his buttocks, leaned forward, and yelled at her angrily. Angry calf. A few days later, at noon, I was taking a lunch break, and my son came rustling in and sat on the sofa silently. When I woke up, my son snuggled up to me, holding a shiny new key ring in his hand. I was confused and asked him, \”Where did it come from?\” My son avoided answering and said directly: \”Mom, please take this ring with you. \”Yeah.\” I obediently opened my palm, and the child\’s warm and soft little hand pulled my fingers, and tried them on one by one starting from the middle finger and ring finger. The size of this \”ring\” was too big… Finally, the child put it on the thumb. I put my little finger against the \”ring\” and gently rotated it a few times, and found that only the thumb was the most suitable one. The child was not disappointed and told me seriously, \”Mom, from today on, you will eat five bowls of rice for every meal. You can wear your thumbs when you gain weight.\” In the evening, I met a young male colleague who happily described his son\’s experience in his room today in an exaggerated tone. ——He came to my room in the morning and saw a key ring on the table. His eyes lit up with joy. He kept leaning on the table to play with it… I knew he wanted it, but I just kept silent.What will he do? After playing alone for a long time, he spoke up and said, \”Uncle Yang, give this to me.\” I said no, and he left quietly. Unexpectedly, after dinner, as soon as I came back from the cafeteria, he followed me in, played with the key ring again, and glanced at me quietly from time to time, probably because he wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but who knew he would speak again later? I begged me, \”Give it to me, give it to me…\” I waved my hand and said, \”Forget it, forget it, take it.\” Before I could finish speaking, the person ran away. Don\’t think that you love your children. In fact, your children love you more than you think. Later, when he was in the second grade, one day, I saw more and more change in the piggy bank on his desk. I was a little curious. He had a pocket money of five yuan every week at that time. How much money would he have to save? After two or three months, I asked him, and he said to me sincerely: \”I mainly want to buy you a diamond ring on your birthday.\” \”Do you know how much a diamond ring costs?\” I suppressed the surprise in my heart. asked. \”Sixty or seventy yuan.\” \”How do you know?\” \”Didn\’t you see it at Yueyang last time?\” I remembered that he was referring to the silver ring. That time we went to a silver jewelry store and didn\’t buy anything, but the child carefully remembered the price of the ring. The story is not over yet. During the summer vacation of fourth grade, he told me that he wanted to write a book. I asked him why. He said that if he could earn 10,000 yuan from writing a book, he could buy me a diamond ring. After all, I have grown up and know the price of diamond rings.