I used to be rebellious

The morning shift on Tuesday always made me a little stressed, and the main reason was the fear of not being able to get up, and then it was the morning shift that I was the only one to face the boss. Working with a boss is always stressful. No matter how good the boss is, he is the boss after all, and the name from the authority is the source of my pressure.

A week seems to have passed on Tuesday, and a week has passed. I don't know why I always have a trembling feeling about the morning shift.

I used to think that I was never rebellious when I was young, but I suddenly remembered that when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I talked back to my father for the first time, and also had a self-righteous attitude, which made my father who loves us so angry that he immediately rewarded me. A slap in the face made me burst into tears instantly. And this slap also knocked out my rebelliousness. It seems that I no longer have myself. Be an obedient eldest daughter. I can make my sister everything, and all material desires are also hidden in my belly, so the desire in my belly The accumulated results are too many to come out.

When I was older, when I was in high school, I hoped that my birthday present was a guitar, so I boldly asked my parents for it. I didn’t expect that their rejection would be exchanged for me to make a lot of noise and shout out all my grievances.

As if you can get a guitar by shouting, as if you can pour out all your inner grievances. But I was wrong, the guitar still didn't show up, even further away from me.

I remember when I was angry, my second cousin happened to be at the door. He heard my crying and didn't dare to come in. Maybe he knew about my vanity, so on my birthday he sent me a guitar that was on my mind.

At the moment, I was so happy that I held the guitar in my hand like a treasure and refused to let it go. My parents once asked me to return it to my cousin, but after all, I could not overcome my stubbornness and injustice. The second cousin is so fond of me. I am ignorant, but I have a secret crush on my cousin, and this gift makes me like him even more. It's just that how can cousins and sisters talk about their feelings? My cousin has always treated me very well, so he became the object of my confidence, and mistakenly thought this was love.

Maybe he also likes me a little bit, or why did he give me a guitar, and he often rides me home on a motorcycle, and even from Zhongli School back to his home in Guishan.

Decades have passed, and I really haven't used the guitar a few times (long lost its whereabouts), only learning Do Re Mi, and simple chords. It turned out that the reason why my parents didn't buy it for me was because I knew I was impatient and persistent, and it was just a whim. Sure enough, I knew my daughter Mo Ruo's parents.

Now, when I recall my short-lived rebellion, it also makes me fall into all kinds of memories when I was young. People say that memories are always the most beautiful, but if I were to do it all over again, my answer would be: no.

The current me is already at the best moment, I finally liked myself now, and I really don’t want to go through the many paths in the past.