MY DAUGHTER IS ASHAMED OF ME ??
ALZHEIMERS

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Now, the screen is replayed.

In Toutiao, most educators, scholars, and education tutors all sent messages, he said,

Really, really,

[Yu Ye's education era was over, she worked so hard before, she just wanted to give her daughter something more before she died]

[Truely, Yu Shuying's three changes of views after the age of seven had nothing to do with the bottom family]

[The rise of genius has nothing to do with family education. Now it has been fully proven. How can someone with Alzheimer's disease teach? ]

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In Zhalang there is also a Western Twitter, and some people in the West think there is a reason.

That was Liu Shi's appearance.

Because after Xiao Shuying, piano performances, reading debates, host competitions, animated character designs, script designs, special song designs, opera costumes, speech and behavior, etc., etc., Really like a noble family.taught,

Coupled with the outstanding talent of Xiao Shuying, it was extremely educated.

This is one of the reasons why Western education circles believe that the rise of Xiaoshuying is logical and dynamic.

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But now, on the stage of the show, Yu Shuying only had one thought on her mind.

"Since the man's mental problems, I've never curled up with anyone, nothing!"

"On my own, I went out and became the light."

Here lies his confidence.

Now, now,

At least everyone thought that Yu Ye's perspective had disappeared,

Because of him, under this disease,

There are no qualifiers anymore.

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Screen playback.

Xiao Shuying was seven years old and the tenth month, and it had been a week since she went to the piano shop.

Eat in the morning, have dinner and at home, go to school at other times, take lunch and afternoon breaks after school, and practice the piano on holidays,

It was Friday night, the man made dinner, and he ate, and he,

The man across from whispered to Xiao Shuying.

"What time did you learn piano?"

"From Monday to Friday, I'm going to go an hour early, and I'm also going to go study at lunch break, and all day on Saturday and Sunday, why do you ask?" Xiao Shuying asked.

"Fetch you." Yu Ye was eating, expressionless.

"Enough piano lessons. You should learn other homework on Saturdays and Sundays. You have to go to school well and get good grades. You can't be compared to the other kids at the piano." Yu Ye drank a mouthful of rice porridge and muttered to Xiao Shuying.

Xiao Shuying was annoyed, she could not bear it anymore: "You burned the piano book crash earlier, which has made me miss the piano progress!"

Yu Ye did not care: "This means that you have no talent. If you had talent, would you care about this?"

Xiao Shuying was furious and rushed into the room,

This was the second half, Yu Ye's mediocre appearance seemed to be normal,

Most of the people who had a crush on Yu Ye could only sigh. He's really mediocre, though,

Viewers who watched the live broadcast were a little sad and sighed and posted a barrage.

"Now it was certain that Xiao Shuying's development had nothing to do with Yu Ye. Serious illness turned Yu Ye into a pitiful person."

"In Yu Ye's current condition, she simply could not teach the child, and even delayed the child the entire time."

"But it makes me even more curious. Under such circumstances, how did Xiao Shuying get up? Was it really talent, or Liu shi's men? You should know that Xiao Shuying said that when she was about eight years old There were some women, was it then?"

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"What am I doing?"

After which, he took out a note unknowingly, and wrote down the meal time, which also fell down along with the other notes.

It was written very clearly

[Monday to Friday, from 6:30 to 7:30 a.m., Xiao Shuying studied piano for an hour at the third piano store in Yecheng]

[From 12:40 to 1:50 pm, Xiao Shuying studied piano for 70 minutes]

[Saturday from 9am to 7pm to learn piano all day]

There are many more pieces of paper.

[Your name is Yu Ye, and you have a daughter named Yu Shuying, who lives at 034, Building 12, Baijia District, a poor suburb of Yecheng. She was in Grade 1, Grade 4, Hope Elementary School, Yecheng.].

There are many records, most of them written in a small, sparse shadow,

Yu Ye woke up when he saw the note, then he came out.

Before leaving, he was still a bit confused, but he kept nagging,

"Not enough, not enough, as long as the belief is strong enough, it can, it can."

Now he's a little naughty, though,

This is the most important appearance of a father, the,

He muttered: "I can't forget, I can't forget to cook, I can't forget Xiao Shuying, I have to pick her up to school on time, this is not safe, this is not safe, and there are many black factories."

"And learn piano, which cannot learn in this way, which has no time, and which most people have no advantage of."

...

Now Yu Ye's attitude was pitiful.

An old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease, but he holds the note tightly, reminding himself that he must remember, he must remember!

Can't forget!

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at present.

on the show stage, though,

At the Poetry House, station master Xu Hong rubbed his eyes. He suddenly knew why the poem written by this man was half better than the one written by Xiao Shuying.

He put love, emotions, everything into it,

This is instinctive love, instinctive protection.

Even if it was a disease, even if it was memory loss in part of his brain, his genetic chain, his cognizance, still reminded him not to forget!

Don't forget!

You must remember it.

"Are you going to be his opponent?"

Xu Hong was speechless, his voice was very low, only the surrounding guests could hear, he said,

Since this was the first time he had seen such a person, before the age of seven, he had no problem being a father!

After the age of seven, due to illness, even though he had problems as a father, it was worth forgiving.

But he didn't, he didn't want to give up, he still thought about the boy,

At this moment, Xu Hong finally knew, why Yu Ye could write [Jesus is dead, the stars are gone, so you can stand here]

Because over ten years ago or even now, I never understood it,

That's why she could write a language so subtle and sharp, one so touching that only so much sobbing was left.

But what a pity, that disease will destroy a father's self-esteem, he said,

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