si-mexico Chapter 438 Is Home a Harbor or a Storm's Den?
Chapter 438 Is Home a Harbor or a Storm's Den?
Xiong Yu'an pulled out his math book from the middle, opened the torn page and stared blankly at it. He took out transparent tape from his pencil case, rubbed it with his hand for a while, and then put it back.
Feeling down, she slowly opened her notebook, picked up her pen but didn't write a single word.
She glanced at the notebook, then unconsciously looked back at the book.
Unable to concentrate on his homework, Xiong Yu'an got up and walked to the bookshelf against the wall on the left.
The bookshelf is mostly filled with books on health preservation, tea ceremony, celebrity autobiographies, and hidden history. They are not categorized and are placed randomly and loosely.
Only the two compartments in the bottom right corner are tightly packed with various notebooks and subject-specific study guides.
She gently stroked the notebooks in the corner, then pulled them out one by one to look at them.
Some had leather covers, some were printed with anime characters, and some looked like oil painting collections...
These notebooks are all brand new, without a single word written on them; they are more like works of art that she has collected here.
Xiong Yu'an held the few books he had taken out in his arms, as if soothing his wounds.
She still has these things, and people she likes are with her, so it's not too bad.
[Differentiation Rate: 14%]
It has decreased, from 15 to 14.
Xiong Yu'an always heals himself after being hurt, sometimes unconsciously, sometimes consciously, and he is always trying to find a way to save himself.
A few minutes later, she carefully and slowly put it back, afraid of folding the corner.
Then, from the very center, he pulled out a pure black notebook with a white V-shaped metal cover.
She took the black notebook, sat down at the table, flipped through most of it, and picked up a pen.
Zuo Xiuyan saw that it was filled with writing, and all the formats started with the date, with several paragraphs of text attached below.
journal.
Zuo Xiuyan subconsciously turned his head away, not looking at the screen.
Neither in terms of her personality nor in terms of manners, she had any intention of prying into other people's privacy.
Moreover, knowing how much the person who opened the door cared, how could he possibly do anything to hurt her?
From a survival perspective, one should also carefully consider the potential risks of such behavior within the domain, and whether the person who opens the door or the generated invisible NPC is able to identify the behavior of each intruder.
Zuo Xiuyan closed his eyes.
I know you; I don't need to read your diary.
……
Zuo Xiuyan listened to the voice, waiting for Xiong Yu'an to finish speaking on the paper.
She didn't open her eyes until she heard the click of the pen being put down and the rustling sound of the chair being moved.
Xiong Yu'an put the diary back in the middle and hid it, then sat back down at the table.
[Differentiation Rate: 13%]
It decreased again.
Although Xiong Yu'an still cared about the books, he finally started writing down the problems and formulas in his workbook.
She wrote down numbers one by one with concentration, and as the number of numbers increased, the only sound in the quiet room was the scratching of the pen tip across the paper.
When people are focused on doing something, they temporarily block out their emotions.
Zuo Xiuyan really hoped that Xiong Yu'an could maintain this state, but...
"Squeak! Snap!" The doorknob was suddenly pressed down, and the door was pushed open and hit the door jamb.
Xiong Yu'an's body jerked violently, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of his pen drew a long, dark line that stood out starkly against the white paper.
She was shocked and stunned.
[Differentiation Rate: 14%]
As Xiong Yu'an turned her head, her father had already come in and was looking for books on the bookshelf in the room.
When Zuo Xiuyan saw the type and layout of the bookshelves, she knew her father would come in sooner or later.
Who does the bookshelf belong to?
If it belongs to the father, then why is it placed in the daughter's room?
If it belongs to the daughter, then why do the father's items make up 9% of the total?
If it's for public use, don't put it in anyone's private space.
A bookshelf is not just a place to put things; it is also a representation and extension of personal power and personal boundaries.
Boundaries should not completely intersect or overlap.
After finding the book, Dad scolded him in an unhappy tone, "How many times have I told you not to close the door! There are only a few people in this house, who are you trying to keep an eye on? It's not like you're sleeping, why are you closing the door?"
"I didn't lock it...you can come in."
"Still arguing! Is it closed? If you have nothing to hide, why are you closing the door? Isn't it better to be open and honest?"
Xiong Yu'an fell silent again.
[Differentiation Rate: 16%]
Zuo Xiuyan gently shook his head.
What may seem like a simple act of opening a door to retrieve a book has, in fact, created a relationship of aggression and being aggressed.
This is not the first or second time this has happened.
This is destroying a child's sense of security and control over a long period of time and at irregular intervals.
It appears to be Xiong Yu'an's room.
But it doesn't belong to her.
Because this is the parents' territory.
Parents exercise their power, forbidding locking doors and denying privacy.
However, if everything belongs to and is controlled by the parents, then the physical and mental space belonging to the child is almost non-existent.
Parents want their children to be completely exposed, as transparent as a pane of glass.
The child's sense of self will find no container to store it, no place to hide.
She cannot exist in peace, or rather, she cannot exist at all.
Home should be a haven, but she has nowhere to dock.
Calling it a harbor is an understatement; it's more like she's arrived at a cave entrance closer to the storm.
Parents, even if they don't hurt their children's feelings, may not be aware of these things.
……
Dad walked out with a sullen face, holding the book, stirring up a gust of wind.
The wind blew so hard that Xiong Yu'an clutched his sleeves tightly, and the wind caused waves to surge on the sea.
Xiong Yu'an looked down at his workbook. A sudden, long black line stretched across five lines of neat handwriting.
This line shouldn't have appeared in the first place.
But it still happened.
It ruined her work for the evening, ruined the whole sheet of paper, ruined the tidiness that should have been there.
She forced herself to endure it, as if there was something extremely disgusting in front of her.
She gripped the pen tightly, trying her best not to look.
Try your best to write down each character carefully and diligently.
The character looked so elegant, as if it had been printed, but she found it distorted and ugly. She quickly drew a slash across the character and rewrote it behind it.
She drew two slashes on the new character, and those two slashes became an eyesore.
Xiong Yu'an scribbled out circle after circle, the black and chaotic lines completely obscuring the two characters.
The nausea from the ink blot almost burst through the paper and smeared onto her face. She gritted her teeth and rummaged through the paper to find the correction tape.
She pressed down on the character "朝" (cháo), and the ribbon only covered the top two-thirds of the character. She then painted a second strip below it.
But there was a clear dividing line between the two, and the feeling of one pressing down on the other made her even more agitated.
She then applied the third, fourth...
The white correction tape looked like peeling, cracked paint on a wall.
Ugly, as jarring and dirty as that black line!
It shouldn't exist.
Get lost.
Disappeared.
Xiong Yu'an trembled.
Zuo Xiuyan's muscles were screaming, trying to break free of her body, but she endured the discomfort and pressed down on her arm.
Xiong Yu'an suddenly took out a ruler, pressed it against the gap in the exercise book, grabbed a corner of the paper, and pulled it down!
It felt like her flesh was being torn apart; tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
The sea was churning with waves, and the icy tide was lapping against Zuo Xiuyan's calves.
[Differentiation Rate: 18%]