The floating world sinks slightly

At night, Mo Chengshen returned to his and his mother's small rental house, still feeling uneasy.

His mother served him a late-night snack specially made for him. The thin meat fillings were small and small. It could be seen that they had been chopped for a long time, mixed with shallots and sesame oil, and then wrapped in hand-rolled pancakes. It is golden and yellow, and it smells indescribably fragrant.

But Mo Chengshen bit his mouth, but he felt a bit unable to eat.

"What's the matter?" Mother Mo looked at Mo Chengshen carefully under the dim light, "Son, whoever messed with you again, I'm going to beat him up."

"Mom." For some reason, Mo Chengshen's tears flowed down in an instant, and he threw himself into Mo's mother's arms, crying loudly.

Mo's mother didn't speak, and gently stroked his back, letting her son cry.

It wasn't until Mo Cheng cried enough and stopped making any noise that Mo's mother pulled him out of her arms. Seeing his mottled eyes, Mo's mother wrinkled her nose mischievously, and put her index finger on the On top, playfully scratched twice.

She found a tissue and carefully wiped away the tears and snot on her son's face.

"Mother, I think, I want to go to the ordinary class." Mo Chengshen stopped crying, but he was still choking up. He looked at his mother with tears in his eyes.

The smile on Mo's mother's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, "Tell me, have you thought it through?" She stroked her son's head.

"En." Mo Cheng nodded heavily.

The matter was settled quickly. A week later, Mo Chengshen transferred to class 27. I don't know if you have any impression of this number. Yes, it is the class where He Tanwen and Qin Jiaoyang are.

However, Mo Chengshen didn't meet the two of them here.Because, the two of them transferred schools at the same time before that. After taking the final exam and making up two days of classes, they suddenly came to Mo Chengshen and told him that they were leaving.

Mo Chengshen went to see them off at the school gate, and when he left, Qin Jiaoyang patted Mo Chengshen on the shoulder heavily with a smile, "Mo Chengshen, we will see you by fate in the future."

"Can you tell me where you are going?" Mo Chengshen chased after him.

Qin Jiaoyang walked in front, holding He Tanwen with one hand, and raised the other hand generously above his head. He swayed twice in the wind, and his hearty voice came along with the wind, "If we can get along well in the future, My buddy will naturally call you the first time to invite you to dinner. If you don’t get along well, haha, you shouldn’t curse me like that.”

Mo Chengshen also laughed, and yelled at their retreating backs, "Maybe then, let's say, if you don't do well, you should look for me, and I'll treat you to dinner."

From a distance, he saw Qin Jiaoyang making an OK gesture towards the sky.

Because there were two people missing, Mo Chengshen naturally transferred to class 27 to make up for the vacancy.

He likes the atmosphere of his new class very much, it is very relaxed and pleasant, and the communication between each other is all unscrupulous laughter, without any sense of urgency in the third year of high school.

Mo Chengshen sat on the stool where Qin Jiaoyang used to sit, quietly writing a diary, yes, a diary, since he came to the new class, he has developed the habit of writing a diary.

It's just that the way he writes his diary is different from others.In Mo Chengshen's diary, after everyone's usual date, he will also write down in detail, today, the number of days since the last time he saw the teacher.

People who don't write diaries don't think about it. Once a person who writes forms a routine, it will be rain or shine.If Mo Chengshen has enough time, he will write down all the things he experienced from morning to night today in a journal like a detailed journal; if there are too many homework, he will write down the date and the number of days in a hurry, and finally, Add a weather, and your mood at the time, whether cloudy or rainy, sunny or foggy.

The last summer vacation of high school was basically taken up by the make-up classes organized by the school. The actual vacation days were less than a month, but Mo's parents and Mo's mother also took time to take Mo Chengshen to see a Chinese medicine doctor. Mo Cheng's deep pulse, and then talked with him for a long time.

About the ideal, about the future.

Mo Chengshen couldn't help but find it funny that these old people don't want to see a doctor, or simply go home to take care of the elderly, but they want to be here, seriously, as spiritual mentors for others to start their lives.

Mo Chengshen didn't tell him what school he wanted to go to or what major he wanted to study. To be precise, he didn't think about it himself. He just wanted to listen to the class and do his homework well. How many exams.

When it comes to ideal universities and majors, maybe there were some in the past, but now, he just wants to spend his high school life in peace and stability.

The future is left to the future to think about. Now thinking about those assumptions that may not happen in the future is just a waste of time for no reason.

The old Chinese doctor didn't comment much on Mo Chengshen's words. He sighed, then lowered his head and wrote the list in a hurry.

Mo Chengshen had stopped the two kinds of small white pills that the doctor had prescribed to him. He had been drinking for several months, and stopped at random, which was quite uncomfortable.

But he started to drink the traditional Chinese medicine of that old Chinese doctor, and soon, the side effects after stopping the medicine disappeared, and now at night, Mo Chengshen can sleep well without taking the half tablet in advance.

Most of the time, the facts are right in front of you, and there is no room for you not to believe it.

Indeed, I have to admire the long-standing traditional Chinese medicine in our motherland, and there are many other things handed down from our ancestors.Many of those are unclear with current theoretical knowledge. However, when they really appear in front of you, you will find that they are so magical and incredible.

Therefore, you have to sigh in your heart that Chinese culture is extensive and profound.

You feel honored to be a Chinese.

Now, it's time to let these treasures covered by sand shine brightly and carry forward the time.

Anyway, Mo Chengshen really didn't like the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, but Mo's mother bought a medicine jar and spent all day at home following the prescription to help Mo Chengshen boil the medicine, making the whole house smell of strong Chinese medicine.

After one batch of medicine, boil it once, drain the soup, then add water to the medicine dregs, and boil it again as it is. After the two soups are mixed together, divide them into two parts roughly equally, and pour them into two bowls.

Then he forced Mo Chengshen to drink a bowl in the morning and another bowl in the evening.The dark juice, the color looks like cola, but the taste is really unpleasing when you drink it in your mouth.

Even if Mo Chengshen didn't like it, he would hold his nose and drink every drop. He understood how hard it was for his parents to get up early before five o'clock every day to make medicine for himself.