The Sober Are the Most Hurt

Watching Wang Yan direct the children into poses for photos in the courtyard, the women standing together all wore indulgent, auntie-like smiles. It was humanity's most genuine response to truth, kindness, and beauty.

Staying up in the middle of the night, scrolling through short videos on their phones—watching adorable children be adorable, loving couples be loving, amusing young couples be amusing—people would always unconsciously smile, grinning foolishly to themselves.

Of course, it was kind of pathetic, but it was always mixed with a longing for beautiful things.

Xu Hongdou praised, "These children have all been raised so well, especially Little Gourd. She's healthy, lively, smart, and gracious. She'll definitely go far in the future."

Parents naturally loved hearing others praise their children. Xie Xiaochun laughed heartily, her mouth stretched wide. "That little thing only acts civilized in front of you people. At home, she's a living ancestor—impossible to please. But Fruit Treasure and the others really aren't bad either. Those little devils spend every day together, climbing onto roofs and tearing off tiles, so annoying that even dogs hate them. Other than being bad at school, they eat well, play well, and stay healthy. They don't need to achieve anything huge. As long as they're happy, cheerful, and can support themselves when they grow up, that's enough. Life is hard enough these days. Putting so much pressure on children is useless. Better to have a healthy body."

Nana curled her lips. "You make it sound nice. I wonder who it was that turned into a roaring tigress from Hedong while tutoring Little Gourd with her homework."

"You'll understand when you have children." Seemingly recalling that very scene, Xie Xiaochun waved her hand with a dead-eyed expression. "It's like driving. No matter how mild-tempered you are, the second you sit in