Nongben is passionate

His injuries naturally caused an uproar, but his silence also made everyone powerless.

Xie Xuan changed the soaked dirty clothes by himself, and stepped into the bathtub. The wound on his body was painful after touching the water. He hurriedly washed, took the changed clothes and went downstairs, and then reached the stairs , I heard the sound of arguing downstairs——

He paused, then walked lightly, turned the corner, the lights from downstairs poured in, and the voice of his speech became clear——

"What's wrong with the fight? How can a boy not fight? A woman's opinion!" It was his grandfather who was full of anger.

"Can Xie Xuan compare with those wild children in the country? I know my son, he is not the kind of child who will fight with others, someone must have bullied him, that's why I want to take him back—" This is what he said His mother Han Ruoying said that even if he didn't see her face, he could still imagine that her exquisite eyebrows must be tightly twisted, and he tried his best not to get angry, "Dad, I don't want to quarrel with you. I came here today just to talk to you." Discuss Xie Xuan's going back, he will be in high school next year, it is impossible to stay here forever, now that something like this happened, it is urgent to go back."

The old man choked angrily: "Ask San'er about this and see if he wants to go back. If he wants to, no one can force him!"

"Ask him what he does, I'm his mother, I can make decisions about his affairs." Han Ruoying's temper is similar to Han Songnian's, stubborn and arbitrary, and the two father and daughter rarely meet in a friendly, warm and natural way.

The old lady who had been silent all this time said leisurely at this moment, "Did you do that? When you thought he was troublesome, you threw it to us. Okay, now you suddenly said that you want to pick him up - you talk about it yourself, Saner is here with me, you have visited him a few times, but he is busier than the president of the United States—"

As soon as the old lady said this, Han Ruoying fell silent. She dared to quarrel with the grumpy old man, but she never dared to refute the old lady. Only follow along.

The old lady paused, and continued: "Why don't you think about San'er at all, his friends are all here, and he will be in the third year of junior high soon, I think it's good that San'er is here—"

"Mom, it's just because I think about San'er that I want to transfer him back before it's too late. What kind of good friends can he make here? You're right, my parents and I, Litang, have done really well." Not very competent, in fact, you think I am not thinking about your son—" Han Ruoying choked up a little at this point, "But, you also know our situation, how can you take care of him, San'er has always been well-behaved, he can understand Yes—we took him back this time because we wanted to make up for it. I understand your reluctance to part with San'er, but you also have to think about San'er's future—"

"San'er has no future here?!" The old man suddenly sternly shouted angrily.

Han Ruoying was taken aback, seeing the old man's terrifying expression, she fell silent.After all, she had always been afraid of her father.

Xie Xuan went downstairs quietly, exposed to the light, the three people downstairs stopped talking at the same time, looking at the boy who was obviously immature but had already carved his calm and introverted into his bones, his thoughts were hard to discern.

Han Ruoying leaned forward, as if she wanted to grab Xie Xuan's arm, and couldn't wait to say something, "San'er..."

But the words were interrupted by the old lady, "Eat first, San'er has to go to school tomorrow."

Han Ruoying had no choice but to stop talking.

At the dinner table, Han Ruoying picked up the topic again. This time, the old man and the old lady didn't interrupt, so it became Han Ruoying's solo show——

"...Let's take a year off from school. Mom has already booked the best tutor for you. Let's make up for it from beginning to end, especially foreign languages. Which private school doesn't teach bilingual education now? Just this, we already We lost at the starting line, but it doesn't matter, there is still time, as long as you work hard—and then we enter the best private high school, not everyone can study, but don't worry, your brother Xie Hui is here now There, I will graduate next year, and now I have received an invitation letter from the University of Birmingham - Mingyu, the child of your third uncle's family, is two years younger than you, but he started school a year earlier, and with his cleverness, he danced again in elementary school I have passed the first grade, and now I am the same as you, and I may go to the same high school as you, but that child is spoiled by the old lady in Dongyuan, and he is arrogant and lawless. , don’t be fooled by him—”

Xie Xuan finished his meal in silence and put down his rice bowl, "I'm done eating, let's go outside for a while."

Han Ruoying's eloquence came to an abrupt end, and she was suddenly at a loss for her son who hadn't changed his emotions at all.

The old lady gave Xie Xuan a gentle look, "Take your umbrella and don't go too far."

Xie Xuan responded softly and walked out of the dining room.

He held up a black umbrella and walked slowly on the wet concrete road. His heart was filled with pain, but he had nowhere to vent it. Even breathing became difficult. Unknowingly, he walked to the door of Zhou Nansheng's house—— There was a hazy light in the room. Xie Xuan stood at the gate of the yard and hesitated for a long time before slowly walking into the yard and putting away the umbrella——

It was quiet inside, there was no sound.Xie Xuan said hesitantly, "Nan Sheng?"

After the silence, there was the creaking of bamboo chairs.

Xie Xuan walked into the lighted dining room, and what imprinted his eyes was a mess—a dish fell to the ground and was shattered, the dishes and soup inside flowed all over the floor, and a rice bowl was dumped on the table. Snow-white rice grains were scattered all over the table, and one of the chopsticks fell to the ground. Nansheng's mother, Guan Xiu, hurriedly stood up from the chair and wiped her eyes indiscriminately, but she couldn't hide the redness at the corners of her eyes and nose, and the redness on her face. He was haggard, and there seemed to be a sense of tension in the air.

Xie Xuan couldn't help secretly regretting that she came at an untimely time, feeling anxious.

Guan Xiu glanced at Xie Xuan, then quickly lowered her head while cleaning up the dishes, and replied bluntly, "Nan Sheng is not here."

Xie Xuan silently exited the dining room and left Zhou Nansheng's house. For a while, he looked around in a daze and felt a little sad—but he didn't want to go back. He had expected Han Ruoying's appearance so much, but when she really came, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency. A heartfelt strangeness and anger, he is no longer that weak and helpless child, he has quietly grown up where his mother can't see, and has formed his own outlook on life and the world. Lush and growing, no one can shake it——The theme of the composition competition for middle school students in the city in the first year of junior high school was "Gratefulness". In less than half an hour, it easily won the first place. This article was published in the city newspaper, and it was also read aloud affectionately on the radio during the rally on Monday——

But what does that mean?The moral views and emotions expressed in articles are nothing but the results of education and learning.

In this world, how can there be any predestined relationship——

He sat alone on the old stage, looking at the light of rain that occasionally flashed in the dark night. He didn't know how long he sat there. His body was so cold that he was almost stiff, so he went back slowly. born.

Han Ruoying is quick-tempered, and several years of life as a wealthy lady has given her the aura of being vigorous and decisive.Xie Xuan didn't even go back to school, so she was packed and sent to the car by her - just like when he was 12 years old, he sat silently in the back seat, watching the familiar scenery passing by the car window, passing by the town In the game hall, Xie Xuan seemed to see Zhou Nansheng. It was supposed to be class time, but he was with a group of young people who were not doing business in the town. There was a shed in front of the game hall, and there was a pool table underneath. , with a cigarette in his mouth and a cue stick in his mouth, the expression on his face was unprecedentedly tired and slumped——such a strange Zhou Nansheng made Xie Xuan's heart skip a beat, and before he had time to think, he had already pressed the car window, stick out your head—

"Nansheng—" the voice drifted in the wind.

Zhou Nansheng seemed to be looking in his direction, his face was a little uncertain, and the people around him pushed him, urging him to play quickly.

Zhou Nansheng frowned, he fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, and he was a little out of sorts - he had an argument with Guan Xiu yesterday, and he knew that he was deliberately finding excuses to quarrel with his mother, and he held back too much anger in his heart. Too much anger and too much despair, but there is no way to break through, can't break through, those unspeakable scandals made him gloomy all his life, and his temper became cloudy and uncertain.And the one who did those things was actually his mother, who should have been the closest and most beloved family member. Every moment, the two pairs of shoes at the door were always in his mind—the charming high-heeled shoes And the shiny men’s leather shoes, the ambiguous thoughts and the groans of desire seem to be floating in the air, almost driving him crazy—sometimes, he can’t wait to rush to Guan Xiu immediately, and ask fiercely, how can she do this, How could she do this, how could she be a mother?Everything in the house suffocated him, the chair, the cup, the TV, the doorknob... He couldn't help wondering if the strange man had touched it, and he could only escape—

He exchanged all the money in his body for a large box of game coins, fighting monsters and PK, as if he wanted to vent all his anger until the game room was about to close, and Brother Jiang came over to look at the red-eyed Zhou Nansheng , poked his head with his hand, "Boy, I'm going to close the shop, why don't you go back?"

He pulled his head back, frowned to avoid Brother Jiang's touch, kept silent, kept his eyes on the game screen, and kept moving his hands.

"Heh, you have a temper—" Brother Jiang smiled, but he didn't get too angry, "Have you quarreled with your family, kid!"

Zhou Nansheng pursed his lips, displeased with the elder-like contempt in his tone.

Brother Jiang smoked a cigarette on his own, and actually handed him one——

Zhou Nansheng glanced at him, took it hesitantly, Brother Jiang lit the fire for him, and then saw how he was sampling, laughed and teased, "Oh, you look decent, have you smoked a lot behind your parents' back? "

The smell of tobacco slowly relaxed his irritable and tense nerves. Brother Jiang was leaning against the game console, smoking a cigarette and looking at him with a half-smile, neither of them spoke.

Brother Jiang is very strong, with muscles on his arms and a blue dragon tattoo. This is already a representative of bad elements and hooligan leaders in Zhoutang. What's more, a three-centimeter-long scar on his chin makes his face even more ferocious. Before that, Zhou Nansheng had never dealt with him before. Although he was not a good student, he was late, left early, skipped classes and fought in everything, but he still had a student spirit in his bones.

At the end, after smoking a cigarette, Brother Jiang threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his feet, "Forget it, if you really don't want to go home, I will take you in for one night today. If you are sleepy, there is a sofa over there. Give it to me before going to bed." I'll sweep the floor and it's your accommodation fee—"

After speaking, he yawned and went into a small bedroom inside. Not long after, he took an old blanket out and threw it on the sofa, "It's cold at night, let's make do with it."