Li Xiaohui's heart was obviously thorned by her mother-in-law's words, and her heart was covered in blood. She thought why would she be scolded by her mother here all day? "Li—"

"Hey, don't--" Luo Qingdong immediately reached out to cover his wife's mouth.

"Let her say it!" Luo's mother seized the rare opportunity and shouted.

Xiaogu's mother turned around and saw this scene, her face turned pale, she stood up and walked out quickly.

"Where are you going?" Captain Ding held his son and tried hard to chase his wife.

Being such a daughter-in-law is really a life-threatening person, it’s better not to be a daughter-in-law.

"Teacher Li." Ning Yunxi put his hand on Li Xiaohui's shoulder.

Li Xiaohui's eyes were rotating in her eye sockets.

"If you say that, it is equivalent to admitting defeat, and accepting defeat to the hardships in life." Ning Yunxi said.

Luo Qingdong looked at Ning Yunxi and Meng Chenhao with gratitude.

Li Xiaohui endured it hard.

"We are teachers, and we have seen many problems and hardships in our lives, right? Do parents of unreasonable students meet fewer?" Ning Yunxi continued.

Yes, there are some parents of students who are more unreasonable than Luo’s mother. So she has to calm down. Li Xiaohui sucked the tears and swallowed it into her stomach.

"What do you mean?" Luo's mother asked questioned when she heard what Ning Yunxi said.

"I tell you, aunt. The couple is fine if they are bothered by themselves. After all, after the child is born, they have their own home and their own world. The child is not your property. He just comes to this world through your body. This is not what I said, but the great poet Gibran said." Ning Yunxi said.

What the poet Gibran said? Who is Gibran and what he said? Whether it is Luo's father and mother who have never read books, or Li Xiaohui, Luo Qingdong and others who have read books, it is normal that they have never heard of the poem about education written by Gibran that Ning Yunxi said. Because in that era, the inspirational significance of this poem to education had not yet been spread to China.

Seeing everyone listening to their own words, Ning Yunxi began to read Gibran's beautiful poem in a quiet and distant tone, life is like a chrysanthemum: "He said that your children are not your children. They are children born of life's desire for themselves. They come to this world with the help of you, but they are not because of you, and they are by your side but not your thoughts. What you can give them is your love, but not your thoughts, because they have their own thoughts. What you can protect is their bodies, but not their souls, because their souls belong to tomorrow, and they belong to tomorrow that you cannot achieve in your dreams."

Luo's mother's breathing gradually became rapid. She could understand this poem that was clearly like a dialogue, which she had never read before. These words could accurately hit the hearts of every parent without any accident.

Yes, children are tomorrow, and their lifespan is longer than you, not a future you can control. So what can you do?
Chapter completed!