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It's too late for Ledu, if you still wander off like usual in class, you will feel too guilty.

Surrounded by classmates who were having dinner, a boy carrying a plate of roast duck rice passed by the two of them, and Bi Ziyun's stomach immediately started growling.

He swallowed, desperately trying to take his thoughts away from the roast duck.

Fang Nan was lowering his head to do his homework, when he heard Bi Ziyun's stomach growl, he raised his eyes to look at him.

Bi Ziyun had a lot of expressions on his face, frowning for a while and writing two strokes, and sometimes peeking at the cafeteria window, as if he was struggling with his own heart.

"Bi Ziyun, what do you want to eat?" Fang Nan asked, "I'll buy it for you."

Bi Ziyun, who was struggling with the exercises, said without thinking, "Meat."

Fang Nan: "...What kind of meat?"

"Roast duck rice, add two more chicken legs, thank you Brother Nan."

Bi Ziyun came back to his senses, took out the meal card from his trouser pocket, and handed it to Fang Nan gratefully.

When the auntie in the cafeteria was scooping up the vegetables for Fang Nan, she inadvertently teased, "How can you eat, young man?"

Fang Nan: "..."

He was actually a little puzzled, how could such a small Bi Ziyun have such a big appetite?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got back to his seat, Fang Nan got the answer.

Bi Ziyun happily took the plate in his hand, wrapped two chicken legs in a napkin and handed it to herself.

Before he could react, Bi Ziyun said, "It's too much to finish, please help me share some."

Fang Nan took the roasted chicken leg from Bi Ziyun's hand with a complicated expression, hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and ate it.

Seeing Fang Nan eating chicken drumsticks, Bi Ziyun felt relieved like an old mother.

He knew that Fang Nan not only had strong self-esteem, but also had a good face.Every day when I give myself tutoring, I don't eat, and I have to wait until I go back to the classroom to buy a few buns at the window.

During the week of making up lessons for himself, he didn't see Fang Nan having a regular meal. A person as tall as 1.8 meters five can't even eat a piece of meat, can this still work?

After eating the hot grilled chicken legs, Fang Nan said to Bi Ziyun, "I'm going to ask for leave tomorrow afternoon, maybe I won't come to school, you can find some questions to practice."

Bi Ziyun raised his head from the dinner plate, with a grain of rice still stuck to the corner of his mouth: "You want to ask for leave? Isn't the exam coming soon?"

"There's something wrong at home," Fang Nan said.

He paused, as if he thought it was a bit perfunctory, and continued: "My father's lawsuit has been sentenced, and he is serving his sentence in the provincial prison. The police called my mother and said that my father wanted to see me."

Bi Ziyun, who was feasting, froze for a moment, then put down the chopsticks in his hand.He wanted to comfort Fang Nan, but seeing Fang Nan's expression remained normal, he didn't seem to need his own comfort.

"Then you...then pay attention to your safety on the road." Bi Ziyun said, "Say hello to my uncle when I see you."

Fang Nan: "Okay."

Back in Class [-], Bi Ziyun sat in his seat, inexplicably feeling bored.

Xu Sixu poked him on the back: "What's wrong, Brother Yun, are you in a bad mood?"

"Let me ask you a question." Bi Ziyun turned around, "If you see others in a bad situation, or see others unhappy, you will feel uncomfortable for some reason. What is the reason?"

As soon as Bi Ziyun finished speaking, Xu Sixu's deskmate broke his mouth: "Isn't this 'empathy'?"

The same table said to Bi Ziyun: "I read an article on the Internet before, saying that if a person puts himself in the shoes of others to understand the feelings of others, his emotions will be affected by that person's experience, and thus be affected by that person's emotions. But it is too much It’s complicated, and I don’t quite understand what it means.”

empathy...

Bi Ziyun turned the pen around a few times, stared at the exercise book in front of her, and began to meditate.

After half a year, Fang Nan finally saw Fang Guangliang again.

The mother's mental state was not stable. After staying in the visiting room for less than 5 minutes, she was escorted out by several female prison guards and took her to the lounge to rest.

Fang Nan was the only one sitting on the bench in the aisle.A young policeman came over and handed him a bottle of mineral water: "Drink some water, we have to wait a while before we can go in."

Fang Nan took the mineral water, unscrewed the cap and took a sip, "Thank you."

"There is a time limit for relatives to visit the prison. We will remind you soon." The young policeman said, "The lady was too excited just now, and the criminal's current mood is not very good. After you go in, try not to speak too aggressively, otherwise we will have to ask You came out early."

"I won't, don't worry, officer," Fang Nan said.

Ever since he was a child, when did he quarrel with Fang Guangliang?

Every time Fang Guangliang was drunk and lying on the sofa after socializing outside, he was the one who came to teach his father a lesson.

Fang Guangliang was always like an old child, leaning on his shoulder, muttering in his mouth all the time: "Xiao Nan, Dad is really wrong, and I won't drink any more in the future. Forgive Dad, huh?"

"Xiao Nan will never forgive Dad again."

This was the first sentence Fang Guangliang said after seeing his son.

The father and son are separated by a transparent glass wall.

Fang Nan looked at the haggard middle-aged man inside the wall, and kept silent.

5 minute later.

"Where's your hair?" Fang Nan asked.

"Me?" Fang Guangliang touched the back of his bald head, and smiled wryly, "Isn't this going to shave your head after you come in? You used to always say that I'm a Mediterranean, and your dad and I will be really bald in the future."

After asking this question, Fang Nan fell into a long silence.Fang Guangliang looked at his son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and said carefully, "How are you doing recently? Your mother told me that you live in the school dormitory. Are you still used to it?"

Fang Nan didn't speak.

"I heard that you took the first place in the exams this semester, and you got some kind of scholarship. It's the same as before. Your mother never has to worry about it..."

"Have you finished?" Fang Nan said.

"You never cared about how many points I could get in the test, but now you come to talk to me about the test result because you really have nothing to say?"

"Xiaonan—"

"I had a good time in school, and I'm used to living in the dormitory. Next week is the final exam. After the exam, I will be divided into arts and sciences. I will go to school for another two years and get out of school. Do what you like and go wherever you like. Is that the answer you wanted to hear?"

Fang Guangliang stood up from his seat, propped his handcuffed hands on the table, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible: "You have grown a lot, dare to talk to your father like this?"

"Sit down!" shouted the prison guard at the door.

Fang Nan's chest rose and fell a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that it had been a long, long time since he had said so much.

Regarding what Fang Guangliang did, he had too many questions that he wanted to ask his father himself.Everything that happened in the past six months has made him breathless every day and night, and he is about to explode.

But the moment he saw Fang Guangliang, he was like a deflated ball, the anger in his heart became empty in an instant, leaving only a deep sense of unwillingness and disappointment.

"Do you want to study liberal arts or science in the future?" After a while, Fang Guangliang raised his head and asked him.

"Can you control it?" Fang Nan said coldly.

Fang Guangliang took a deep breath and was no longer agitated by his son's attitude.

"It's better for you to choose science. It's easy to find a job after science. If you study well, you can do scientific research and become a university teacher. Those things in liberal arts are too rigid. Do you remember Lao Liu's daughter in the company before, I studied liberal arts in high school. I forgot what school I went to, and I couldn’t find a job after graduation, so I came back to work in her mother’s shop—"

Fang Nan said, "Do you know what's going on with Uncle Liu?"

Fang Guangliang stared at his son in a daze, not expecting him to ask this suddenly.

"After your company closed down, Uncle Liu went to join his relatives, but accidentally joined an MLM organization and was taken to the north to work. His daughter reported to the police and posted a missing person notice on the Internet, but he still couldn't find Liu. Uncle. Once, he came to our school to make trouble, asked me to accompany her for money, and said that our family would return her a father."

"I give back her father, who will give me back my father?"

Fang Nan stared at his father.

Fang Guangliang lowered his head and stopped talking.

The prison guard knocked on the window, signaling that Fang Nan's visiting time was approaching.

"I listened to you when I was young, but now I've grown up. It's my own choice whether to choose essays or rationale, and you have nothing to do with it." Fang Nan said, "I will come to visit in the future. Mom is not in good health. , don't provoke her any more."

Two policemen walked in through the glass wall, each holding Fang Guangliang's arm and pulling him to stand up.

Before leaving the visiting room, Fang Guangliang suddenly said, "Xiao Nan, Dad is sorry for you."

He waited for his son to turn his head, but Fang Nan never stopped, walking towards the door without looking back.

It took a while for him to react.The radio in the visiting room was turned off, and Fang Nan didn't hear his voice.

Fang Nan followed the prison guards back to the lounge, and saw his mother sitting on the sofa crying.

He silently sat beside his mother, took her hand, and covered her warm palm.

There were wrinkles on the backs of the mother's hands, and there were a few streaks of white between Fang Guangliang's brows.

But he is different.

He can do whatever he wants.

He's still young and has a lot of time left.

23. Will cry

After two weeks of systematic review, the final placement test for the first grade of high school kicked off.

The exam is divided into nine subjects, all of which must be completed within three days.The three main subjects of Chinese, Mathematics and English are all tested in the morning, while the comprehensive science and comprehensive literature are distributed in the afternoon and evening.

On the first day, the exams were all subjects that Bi Ziyun was good at.morning language test