Is Queen of the Movies open today?

Coming out of the police station, Xia Chan stood at the door for a few minutes, seeing Xia Qing coming out of the door in a daze, paused for two seconds, and chased after her.

"Second sister, don't tell anyone what happened today."

"I know." Xia Qing got into the car and left without looking back.

Xia Chan sighed, and wanted to comfort her, but she couldn't say anything when she opened her mouth.

Ever since she was a child, she never regarded Xia Qing as her older sister. In her heart, Xia Qing was even more distant from her parents than her parents. Since she was sensible, they rarely communicated with each other. Every time they saw the three of them Sitting together and chatting happily, she would turn around and go back to the room to lock the door, lie on the bed and listen to music, and then go out when it is quiet.

She seems to be someone outside of this family, and she has stood far away from them since she was a child. She and Xia Qing go to the same school, one level lower than her. During parent-teacher meetings, her mother always only attends Xia Qing's, the head teacher She always thought that she was a left-behind child and took good care of her. She never argued because in her heart, there was no difference between herself and a left-behind child.

In this way, she grew up in this family, relying on herself in everything, until she graduated from university and worked, the family never asked her, even if they occasionally asked a few questions on a whim, she would ignore them.

Her biggest dream is to become who she wants to be, save enough money, and move out of that family.

But seeing Xia Qing looking so lost, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Xia Qing loves vanity and takes it upon herself. She shouldn't feel sorry for her, but for some reason, a needle still seems to be stabbed in her heart.

She will never forget the winter of the third year of high school, when the results of the final exam just came out, the class teacher announced the parent meeting the next day, and the students wailed.

The deskmate carefully put the award certificate into the schoolbag, for fear of folding it. She is the only daughter in her family, holding it in the palm of her hand and lovingly. When she wins the award certificate, she will happily stick it on the wall. During the Chinese New Year, the guests will say it one by one.

"That's great, I finally made it into the top ten, and my mother will make a lion's head for me tonight."

The girl was so happy, Xia Chan put away the certificate, casually put it on the desk, and took a pen to correct her mistakes.

"Xia Chan, you got the first place in the exam this time, and your mother hasn't come to give you a parent-teacher meeting?" The deskmate came over, "There have been so many parent-teacher meetings in two years, and I haven't seen your mother once, old Xu I didn't even bother you, teach me how to fool our head teacher?"

"You learned this trick too late." Xia Chan listed the solution formula on the draft paper, and solved the problem step by step, "Old Xu thought I was a left-behind child."

"If I didn't know you well, I would have thought you were a left-behind child." The tablemate sighed, pulling her schoolbag on her shoulders, "Your mother is so cruel, she won't come to the parent-teacher meeting once more than two years."

Xia Chan pursed her lips, not paying attention, and lowered her head to write her own.

Every time when the grades come out at the end of the semester, some families are always happy and some are sad. The classmates in the class are either disappointed or happy, except for her, because there is no need to worry about not being able to pay the job when they go home.

Those two in the family don't even know whether she is studying well or not.

Ever since Xia Qing went to university, the house was extremely quiet, and they seemed to have begun to notice her, and she couldn't get used to it when they occasionally asked her relatives.

Their concern came too late, and when she no longer needed to care, it would only seem superfluous.

"Okay, students, I wish you a happy new year in advance and a happy winter vacation, and remember to complete your winter vacation homework on time. Now everyone go home. Xia Chan, please stay."

As soon as the head teacher let go, the students rushed out of the classroom in a joyous manner. Within a minute, only Xia Chan and the head teacher Lao Xu were left in the classroom.

"Mr. Xu, do you have something to tell me?"

Xia Chan got up and walked to the podium and asked.

"Xia Chan, your grades have always been among the best, and the teacher has great confidence in you, but the last semester of the third year of high school is over, and the teacher has never met your parents once. I really hope that they can find time to come over tomorrow. After all, half of the third year of high school is over. , Parents also have to pay attention to their children's future, you go home and talk to them, even if you can't come to the parent-teacher meeting, at least call the teacher back."

"Teacher, my parents are both abroad. They are too busy, so it may not be convenient." Xia Chan looked up, lying without blushing, "Mr. You will never be disappointed."

"The teacher is worried about you..." Old Xu is young, he likes to have heart-to-heart chats with students, and he has studied psychology for a period of time as a graduate student. He can see Xia Chan's strength and independence, but the more he is like this, he The more I felt sorry for the child, "Well, the teacher believes in you, the future will definitely get better and better."

In the end, she was fooled, Xia Chan returned to her seat, put the papers away in her schoolbag, locked the classroom and left.

At the dinner table, she sat on one side, eating in a muffled voice. She didn't like the dishes in front of her very much, and she had to get up after taking a few bites of rice.

"Chan'er, eat some more, you don't like this cold fungus the most."

"I'm stuffed."

She got up and went upstairs, sighing silently ten thousand times in her heart.

She doesn't like fungus at all.

"Why is this child so reticent? I remember talking the most when I was a child." Zhang Yirou sighed slightly behind her.

"The child has grown up and has his own ideas." Xia Nan didn't care, the chatter at the dinner table gradually faded away, she closed the door of the room and locked it, put on the earphones and lay on the bed listening to music.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and then the doorknob was turned. Xia Chan rubbed her eyes, got up and opened the door.

"Why did you lock the door? Mom poured you a glass of milk. It's your third year in high school. Don't work too hard." Zhang Yirou put down the milk, looked at Xia Chan standing by the door, and suddenly felt that this daughter was a little strange.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that this daughter had grown up suddenly, and she didn't know when she had grown so tall.

"Chan'er, mom remembers that you didn't like to lock the door when you were a child, and whenever you called for something, mom would come over, why do you like to lock the door now?"

"I've been locking doors since I was in junior high, Mom."

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment, Zhang Yirou froze for two seconds, and took the initiative to skip this topic.

"Don't forget to drink the milk, go to bed early, mom is going out first."

Zhang Yirou left the room with her front foot, Xia Chan closed the door and locked it with her back foot, then lay back on the bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, when Zhang Yirou knocked on the door of Xia Chan's room, no one was there. She opened the door with a spare key. The room was neat and tidy, and the quilt was also neatly spread. The glass of milk on the desk was still there, or she put it down. When the appearance, did not move.

What's wrong with this kid?
In the city library in the early morning, Xia Chan was always the first to arrive. She took a well-known reporter's autobiography and found a good seat to sit down. One book was enough for her to spend a day.

While shopping, Zhang Yirou suddenly received a call from a stranger.

It turned out that Old Xu specially looked through their enrollment form in the first year of high school, only to find the phone number of Xia Chan's parents.

Fortunately, it got through.

"Excuse me, is this Xia Chan's mother? I'm Xia Chan's class teacher. I know you have a lot of work to do every day, but I wonder if I can spare a few minutes to listen to your child's study situation?"

"Teacher, please tell me." The first time Zhang Yirou received a call from Xia Chan's class teacher, Zhang Yirou was still a little nervous, but the next sentence made her completely overwhelmed.

When Zhang Yirou drove to the school, the parent meeting was already halfway through, so she hurried in and looked around but couldn't find Xia Chan's seat.

"You are Mrs. Xia, right? Xia Chan's seat is there."

Zhang Yirou sat down. Xia Chan's desk was clean and tidy. There was basically nothing there. She touched the desk and found a few exercise books inside. She took it out to have a look. The notes were neat and clean. A paper tube comes out.

It was a slightly wrinkled certificate of merit. She always thought that Xia Chan never mentioned her grades because she did not study well, but she did not expect that she actually had a certificate of merit.

Since there are awards, why not take them home?

The parent-teacher meeting ended, and the class teacher left Zhang Yirou behind.

"Mrs. Xia, haven't you been abroad?"

"You have never attended Xia Chan's parent meeting for more than two years. I always thought that you and your husband were out of town."

"Student Xia Chan's grades are very good, and she can definitely be admitted to the first-class colleges and universities in the country, but this child really lacks care, as you can see, he is not happy at all when he got the certificate, so he just threw it on the table."

"I wonder if you and your husband care more about the children?"

After talking, Zhang Yirou who asked was speechless, his face turned blue and pale, getting uglier and uglier.

In the evening, Xia Chan went to KFC for a while until the library was closed. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she went home with her schoolbag on her back. When she got home, she saw Zhang Yirou sitting at the dining table with vegetables on the table. , his complexion is not very good-looking.

"Mom, I ate outside and went upstairs first."

"What is this?" Zhang Yirou slapped the certificate on the table, "Today is the parent meeting, why didn't you tell me?"

"I forgot." Xia Chan didn't care, turned and went upstairs.

"Why did you lie to your class teacher that your father and I are abroad?!"

When asking this question, Zhang Yirou almost yelled out. She never expected that her daughter would lie to the teacher for more than two years with such words.

For more than two years, she didn't even know that her daughter held a parent-teacher meeting.

The teacher also asked her if she was Xia Chan's stepmother.

This day is the day she can't hold her head up the most in 40 years.

"I told you, didn't you not go in the first year of high school?" Xia Chan turned her head with a calm expression, "I think you must be too busy, and you can't be divided into two to join me and the second year." Sister's parents meeting."

"So, I won't make things difficult for you." Xia Chan turned around, picked up the certificate on the table, and went upstairs.

"You are my daughter! Doesn't a mother even have the qualifications to attend your parent meeting?!" Zhang Yirou was also impatient, picked up the paper box on the table and threw it at Xia Chan, and smashed it firmly on her back.

"Mom, it's too late for you to show maternal love." Xia Chan went upstairs, and within a few minutes, she came downstairs with a backpack packed with toiletries and a few clothes. "I'm going out to stay for a few days."

When leaving the house, I happened to bump into Xia Nan who was coming home from get off work.Xia Chan nodded slightly, "Dad."

"Yeah." Xia Nan responded, without asking her what she was going to do so late, went in to change her shoes, and only saw Zhang Yirou crying when she entered the living room.

"in argument?"

Zhang Yirou just lay on the table and cried bitterly. Xia Chan rode her bicycle through the streets at night, surrounded by lights. She rode for nearly two hours before arriving downstairs at Xia Xi's house.