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Chapter 21 Parents

On a sunny Friday, a group of busy students ushered in their first big exam after officially entering the third year of senior high school.

"It's over, it's over, it's over," the Sports Commissioner clasped his head and howled when he left the Chinese examination room, "This time the composition is really poisonous. I held it back for an hour before I managed to hold back [-] words. Will I lose my grade if I press the line?"

There are many people who wailed like him.

"It's a bad start, and my mentality is so broken!"

"Brother Cheng!" Someone came to an examination room and asked He Cheng by holding the door frame, "How did you do in the exam? Didn't the composition exceed the syllabus this time?"

He Cheng didn't comment on the wonderful theory of Composition Chaogang, but just said lightly: "I heard that Lingzhong came up with the physics question this time."

"Ah—" The man ran away with his head in his arms.

Jing Fan went to the toilet and saw this scene when he came back.

"What's wrong?" She turned around and asked He Cheng.

"It's nothing." He Cheng tidied up the desktop, "This test paper should be quite difficult, and Ling Zhong's questions are beyond the outline every time."

"It's okay." Jing Fan said.

He Cheng raised his head, "What else can it be?"

Jing Fan smiled softly, "It doesn't affect me."

It will be He Cheng's turn to grit his teeth, "You don't need to tell me."

"You have to ask." Jing Fan gave him an innocent look and turned back.

Lingzhong's questions were really ruthless. After two days of the exam, everyone was so shocked that they didn't want to go home.

"I'm ashamed to go home, I think I have to lose at least fifty points." The squad leader Xiang Jie slumped on the chair sadly.

"Squad leader, you are not alone."

"Squad leader, you are not alone."

"Squad leader, you are not alone."

……

Jing Fan was amused by them.

Seeing that the formation was endless, Lao Wang slapped the table and said, "Be quiet."

The class slowly quieted down.

"Everyone, don't be discouraged," Lao Wang said slowly, "It doesn't necessarily mean it's all that miserable."

"Teacher, we don't want to deceive ourselves." Someone answered.

Lao Wang squinted his eyes and smiled, "Okay, I like you who are self-aware."

He continued with blank eyes: "You are also tired these two days. Since you are on vacation, go back and have a good rest. Remember to tell your family. In the third year of high school, you must keep up with the food. Ask your family to cook something good, you know ?"

"Teacher, I have gained three catties in the past two months!" Someone protested.

"This tough battle has just begun, don't underestimate your fat." Old Wang yelled back.

Jing Fan and He Cheng walked out of the school gate, smiling all the way.

"I guess you're the only one who can laugh during the whole third year of high school." He Cheng said.

"Who won't make you laugh?" Jing Fan said.

"Hey, Jingshen can't understand the pain of us mortals. I'm at least twenty points lower than you this time."

"Who asked you to check the answer with me." Jing Fan pouted.

If you talk too much, you will be in tears, He Cheng sighed. "You go back directly?"

Just at the intersection, Jing Fan didn't answer immediately, but thought for a while before saying, "No. Go out for a stroll."

"Okay," He Cheng didn't think too much, "Take a good rest after shopping."

He Cheng turned the corner and left, Jing Fan stood there for a while, then smiled and turned towards the bus stop.

Cemetery outside the city.

The weather is fine today, the scenery in the suburbs is also good, and the road is green.

Song Han stepped out of the car, holding a bouquet of calla lilies in his hands.

Climb up the stairs, pass through rows of tombstones, and stop in front of the destination.

There are two photos pasted on the tombstone in front of him. The young man is very heroic, with a smile on his face. The woman next to him is smiling, but not gentle. A row of earrings on her left ear make the corner of her mouth even more aggressive.

Two people with very different styles, but they are unexpectedly harmonious when put together like this, and they don't feel that they don't match at all.

This is the couple picture.Song Han thought, and put the flower in his hand in front of the tomb. This flower is her mother, the woman on the tombstone, and she likes it.

"How are you two?" Song Han straightened up, looked at the two people on the tombstone, and said.

There is no usual indecent laugh, but there is not much pathos either.

"Seven years." She lowered her eyes, "I've been living a good life recently, eating well and sleeping well, and I had a fight two days ago." Thinking of this, she smiled again, "I didn't cause trouble myself , fighting against injustice."

She stared at the two photos for a long time, and finally sat down beside them.

She bent her legs, looked at the green in the distance, and talked to herself. "Actually, I seldom feel lonely. I'm not alone. I have Bei Xiaochi by my side, and I have conversations. It's even more lively in the wilderness." She stopped here and turned her head, "But every time I come to see you , I’m in a bad mood, so I don’t want to come.”

"But it's not a big deal if you don't come all the time, Mom and Dad." She didn't like to call it that before, and the two of them never asked for it. They are not rigid people, and they let her do many things.

"I didn't quite understand you two before," she squinted her eyes, "Xiang Jinru is as wild as you on stage, and when you feel like you can even grab someone's keyboard and kiss him by the collar, why isn't Song Qin angry?" At that time Song Qin was always dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sitting in front of the bar, holding a wine glass, looking at the stage with a three-point smile. No matter how high Xiang Jinru was having fun, he never stopped him, even after he stepped off the stage. I have never been jealous.