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Stirred.As soon as he took a sip, he took out the Little Red Book of English words from his schoolbag, opened it and read it while drinking.

Su Lijuan walked to her son and took the vocabulary book in his hand: "Don't read it yet, read it after drinking, it's not good for the stomach."

Bi Ziyun let out a "hmm", simply picked up the mung bean soup, and began to drink it with his head raised.

Wringing her hands and sitting opposite her son for a while, Su Lijuan said uneasily, "Xiaoyun, have you been under a lot of pressure recently, do you want your mother to ask you for two days off and take you out to play for two days?"

"No, Mom?" Putting down the empty bowl in his hand, Bi Ziyun looked at his mother in surprise, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, everyone in the class is very nervous now, I also see that time is running out, I want to make a final sprint .”

Seeing her son's calm face, Su Lijuan finally couldn't sit still: "Xiaoyun, your class teacher called me to school today, saying that your recent state is not quite right."

Bi Ziyun wiped the corner of her mouth, and wanted to continue to argue, but her mother grabbed her hand.

She remembered that her son's hands were always warm in the past, and she joked with herself that the young man's blood was hot and his breath was dry. She didn't expect that when she touched it today, she found the back of his hand was cold.

Su Lijuan stared into her son's eyes and said word by word: "Xiaoyun, tell mom the truth, is it because the child is sick, you...you feel bad?"

Bi Ziyun was stunned, but it wasn't because of Su Lijuan's true thoughts.

He just suddenly felt a little funny.

Isn't this funny, the first one around to find out that something was wrong with him, and fully guess what he was thinking, would be my own mother.

It was this person who was hysterical in front of his face, made Fang Nan as far away from him as he could, couldn't accept that his son liked men, and wanted to bind himself deeply with love.

Sensing that Su Lijuan's hands were shaking all the time, Bi Ziyun decided to tell her the truth.

"Mom," Bi Ziyun smiled wryly, "I really don't want to go to school anymore."

Sitting next to that empty seat was a torment for him.

He tried desperately to get the figure of that man out of his mind, but found that everything within reach in the classroom seemed to have traces of Fang Nan left.Especially the "dream list" posted on the back blackboard, over and over again, reminding him all the time how unreachable the only extravagant hope left in his heart is.

Lowering his eyes to avoid his mother's gaze, Bi Ziyun said with difficulty: "I should have some time left in Neighborhood Education, and the two rounds of general review in the class have also ended. The college entrance examination is less than a month away—"

"Mom, can I not go to school?"

Seeing the strong forbearance in her son's eyes, Su Lijuan only felt an indescribable sadness welling up in her heart.

They are mother and son whose blood is thicker than water, and they can always detect the strangeness of each other at the first time.Only then did she suddenly feel the pain reverberating in her son's heart. This kind of pain could not be expressed in words, it could only be deeply suppressed in her heart, and no one would know it.

She gave her son good living conditions and endless pocket money, but she never seemed to ask: Xiaoyun, are you really happy?

Bi Ziyun was unhappy, and had been unhappy for a long time.

When he put on his schoolbag again and was about to go upstairs with his vocabulary book, he heard Su Lijuan say: "I'll call your class teacher tomorrow morning."

"Xiaoyun, go to the cram school. Before the college entrance examination, you don't have to go to school anymore."

Looking back at the back of his mother sitting in front of the dining table, Bi Ziyun's eyes faintly appeared in a daze.

This woman has worked so hard to pull herself up from a young age, always wrapping herself tightly with a delicate shell, and never showing the slightest weakness in front of outsiders.However, 18 years have passed, and there are still a few strands of white strands emerging from her delicately curly shawl hair. After all, she is still getting old slowly.

Regarding Fang Nan's matter, maybe she still won't compromise.

But she seems to be working hard, trying to be a mother who understands her son.

It's still this bright and clean room, and it's still full of colorful small animal stickers.

The last time I sat in the psychological counseling room was because of Fang Nan, who was forced by Su Lijuan to come here to correct the inversion of adolescent sexual orientation.

I didn't expect to sit in the counseling room again because of Fang Nan.

This is the third week that Bi Ziyun has been away from school and has full-time make-up classes at Neighborhood Education. In two weeks, he will pick up his pencil case and go to the college entrance examination room.

He has taken three psychological counseling classes here to relieve stress before the exam, and this is the last one before the college entrance examination.

In the last few classes, the teacher took him to meditation for stress reduction, emotional counseling, music therapy and other courses.This female teacher is indeed of a certain level, even though her heart is still full of worries, under her guidance, Bi Ziyun's mentality is indeed better than before.

In the last psychological counseling class, the teacher took him into the game room and sat in front of the huge sand table.

"Last time in Hakoniwa therapy, I let you express what you think freely. This time, I want to limit you to a theme." The female teacher said to Bi Ziyun, "This time the theme is 'future'. It’s nothing else, but what the future you imagine will look like. Whether it’s a wish and plan that has been achieved, not achieved, or cannot be achieved, you can convey it to me through the sand table.”

She got up and opened the cabinet behind her: "During the game, I hope you can always read a word silently in your heart."

"All the futures I imagined can be realized as long as the college entrance examination is over."

The psychology teacher closed the door and gave Bi Ziyun the time to be alone.Bi Ziyun didn't ask questions this time, but stood up directly, took out the props in the cabinet, and began to act silently.

What does the future he imagines look like?

The violin teacher and classmates in the class felt that his future was bright, and even his mother felt that as long as he passed the hurdle of the college entrance examination, his future must be full of hope.

However, the future he hopes for cannot live without that person.

Half an hour later, the female teacher came in from the playroom, and saw Bi Ziyun sitting quietly in front of the sand table, having finished her work.

The sand table is very empty, only two ugly props and villains are placed.

A little man strode ahead, but turned his head to look behind.The villain behind fell to the ground, but raised his head high, as if looking up at the person in front.

"Bi Ziyun," the psychology teacher walked to his side, and said softly, "Will you tell me which villain represents you?"

After staring at the empty sand table for a while, Bi Ziyun said softly to the teacher, "The one in front is me, and the one in the back is also me."

During the three years of high school, he had been chasing Fang Nan forward, hoping that one day he could shorten the distance between him and Fang Nan.Fang Nan never left him behind. Every once in a while, he would stop and look back to see if Bi Ziyun had followed.

Then one day, Fang Nan fell on the way and never got up again.He ran forward and ran, and finally passed Fang Nan.Fang Nan struggled to raise his head from the ground, telling him to wait for him.

- Xiaoyun, wait for me.

- I've been waiting for you.

There was never any distinction between them. The future he envisioned was a tomorrow where he and Fang Nan would walk hand in hand.

"You see, the future you envisioned is now within reach. As long as you finish the college entrance examination and start a new chapter, you can start to realize your plan." The female teacher said, "Thinking about it this way, I will feel a little more relaxed in my heart." ?"

Bi Ziyun took out two villains from the sand table and nodded to the teacher: "Well, it's much easier."

Looking at the two small people shoulder to shoulder in his hands, he suddenly realized something in his heart.

Some plans don't seem to have to wait until after the college entrance examination to realize them.

The author has something to say: Brother Nan: Although the whole chapter is absent, the presence is very strong dbq

72. one day

With less than a week left before the college entrance examination, all senior students in Gunan No. [-] Middle School took their graduation photos.

In order not to delay the review time, each graduating class only had 15 minutes to go downstairs to take pictures. When it was ten o'clock sharp, it was finally the turn of senior class 38.

A tall stand was set up downstairs, facing the gate of the Duxue Building, for teachers and students to take group photos.In the past few years, the graduation photos were taken at the school gate, and this year is the first time to move to the gate of Duxue Building.

This 20-year-old old teaching building has witnessed one generation after another of Gunan students rushing to the examination room for the gold list, but it will be blasted and demolished after the college entrance examination this year, and will always become the history of Gunan No. [-] Middle School.The school will build a new high school teaching building on the original site, and their senior high school graduating class will become the last class of students in the Duxue building.

Although she has been taking tutoring at Neighborhood Education, Bi Ziyun changed into her school uniform and trousers when the graduation photo was taken, and came to school early.The students always dislike the ugly and bulky school trousers, and they basically don't wear them very much at ordinary times. Today, they finally put on a full set, but they feel a little bit reluctant in their hearts.After this week, when the college entrance examination is over, they may never have the chance to wear this blue and white sportswear again.

Under the coordination of the staff, Class [-] was arranged according to height, and stood in four rows from top to bottom. The few boys in the class were all arranged in the last row.

The students all walked up to the standing platform and stood up, but Bi Ziyun stayed at the end of the line and didn't move for a long time.

Uncle Huai and the others stood on the last row of steps, crossed their shoulders and waved to Bi Ziyun who was below the stage: "Come on, Bancao should stand in the middle."

Bi Ziyun smiled and shook her head: "Uncle,