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"dad."

He took a closer look, only to find that his father had a glass of red wine and a plate of pistachios in front of him. There were a lot of nut shells scattered in front of him. It seemed that he had been sitting here for quite a while.

It is estimated that Shen Yunjia fell ill, and there was nothing to eat at home, so his father just found some nut snacks to fill his stomach. It looked so pitiful, so he, who claimed to be a filial son, volunteered:

"Having supper? Shall I go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

Bian Zhenhua glanced at his son, and said mercilessly, "Cooking noodles? Instant noodles, right?"

How can you expect him to cook something that doesn't stick to the spring water?

He wanted to rub his hands together, "hehe" and sat down opposite his father with a smile, without any embarrassment of being exposed, "Isn't that also noodles? At least you can eat enough!"

Bian Zhenhua peeled a pistachio and asked casually, "Go back to school tomorrow to get your grades?"

My son's extroverted and troublesome temperament is there, coupled with his youthful nature, it is unrealistic to force him to pretend to be old.I can't tell who this child resembles. He usually laughs, scolds, and behaves casually. He is a typical child who goes smoothly from childhood to adulthood. But this child has inexplicable arrogance and unruly rebellion. In the scope of his duties and work, he seldom worries about being a father-even if he can give him a lot of help in many cases.

The most comfortable thing for a son to worry about is that they are parents, so he doesn't have much restrictions on him, he just draws a circle in vain, as long as he doesn't go out of bounds, he can make trouble as he pleases.

"Yes, and then it's officially a holiday." He wasn't worried about being asked about his grades, he just stared at the glass of red wine in front of his father, licked his lips, "Dad, is there a new red wine?"

Bian Zhenhua glanced at him, and pushed the wine glass towards him, "You can drink it at home, but you have to have a degree when you go outside."

He meant something.

He wanted to smile shyly, knowing that his father was talking about the dark history of him getting drunk in Quancheng after coming out of Shen's house during the Spring Festival.

"I know Dad, I understand."

In this dormitory area, there used to be a young master who drank and made troubles and almost made his own father lose his black hat. Could he be ignorant?He hasn't mixed up to that point yet, and his family's education is also good!

He picked up the red wine glass, shook it decently, and carefully observed the color and consistency of the wine hanging on the wall under the light, before taking a sip.

The liquor in his mouth remained in his mouth for a while, and he swallowed it after tasting it carefully with the tip of his tongue, and said, "It's a bit astringent, Dad, did you just drink it like this before you sobered up?"

Dad Bian patted the back of his head, "It's not that particular to drink casually, who taught you how to drink?"

While thinking about it, he rolled his eyes to his dad, "Oh dad, this is not drinking, it's wine tasting! You should take out that bottle of Wuliangye when drinking, red wine is very delicate, how can it stand up to your tossing like this!"

It is always inevitable that people will come to the house with all kinds of wine, and they are all good and expensive wines. If he really wants to get in touch with these, he has too many opportunities.

"I didn't drink much, I just tried it out of curiosity, alas, I know it!"

Bian Zhenhua looked at his son with dubious confidence, the kid's manner of toasting and tasting the wine was so done in one go, he didn't know whether to believe his words or not.

He wanted to take another sip under his father's watchful eye, and said, "I saw a book about red wine in the library before. I happened to have so much wine at home, so I studied it. I also know that the edges of new wine are distinct and the color is clear. The average wine is a bit old, and the old wine is dark in color!"

At first, he was thinking of appeasing his father, but as he spoke, he became complacent and began to get carried away: "Your wine hasn't sobered up yet, and it's new wine. Now it's full of tannins, so it's too wasteful to drink like this , try again after waking up for more than half an hour, it will definitely be different, including your taste is mellow and extremely fragrant... hey!"

Bian Zhenhua couldn't hold back and hit the kid on the head again.

"Keep your voice down! Don't disturb your aunt Jia!" He glared at his son angrily, "You know a lot! If you let me know that you are drinking and messing around outside, I won't break your legs!"

While wanting to touch his head that had been hit hard, he looked at his father, "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm afraid you'll go astray." Bian Zhenhua took back the wine glass and said calmly, "Don't forget how your uncle got in."

Getting drunk and making trouble, even making big trouble, alcohol is never a good thing.

Naturally he understands it, but he hasn't reached that point yet.

"I know Dad, don't worry about me, I understand your son! I won't discredit you."

Bian Zhenhua took a sip of the wine, letting the slightly astringent red wine spread out of his mouth.

Through the not-so-bright wall lamp, one can see the youthful face while thinking about it with a little childishness. This kind of childishness comes from the nourishment and nourishment of a happy family, and a half-knowledge of the dangers of the outside world but is full of high-spirited fighting spirit .One day, this teenager will mature day by day under the test of life, and his immature arms will be strong enough to take on his own life responsibilities. This kind of growth is inevitable, and it is going on every moment. As parents, they cannot even Let them avoid some detours in the bumps and bumps of growth. The only thing they can do is to guide them ahead so that they can get back on track in time.

Thinking of this, he made a decision, "After a few days, when your aunt Jia has almost recuperated, you can pack up your things and go to your loyal uncle to exercise. Anyway, if you are idle during the summer vacation, you will be idle, so you should go out less and cause trouble. "

"Ah?!" Wanting to be surprised by his father's amazing strokes, he couldn't close his mouth, and protested: "I didn't go out to cause trouble! It's a rare summer vacation, don't be like this, Dad!"

The loyal uncle his father mentioned is the leader of the local military region, and he also lives in this community. The so-called "go there to exercise" is definitely not asking him to follow him to do a civilian job, but throwing him away. Go to the training base to train with those soldiers!

"Dad, you can't do this. Didn't I just read two books about red wine? I didn't go out to mess around. You can't just throw me in because of this!"

He had heard before that many princes who got into trouble were thrown into the military barracks by their families to hone their minds and reform them. The most typical one was Wang Junyi, that idiot. One day he really poked a hole in the sky, so since junior high school, he was packed and thrown into the army during the winter and summer vacations, so as to save worry and trouble.

Father Bian decided on something, no matter how much he thought about it, it was useless and he would not waver.

He glanced at his anxious son, and said calmly, "If you really go out and mess around, this is not the time to throw you in. Look at your slender arms and legs. Isn't it better to go in and exercise than to do nothing every day?"

The boss of the Bian family spoke, so the matter of going to the army was decided so domineeringly. Young Master Bian's protest was ineffective, and his father sent him back to his room to sleep.

With a bitter face, he felt that this was the result of drinking in front of his father, and then carefully hid the cigarettes in his schoolbag, fearing that his father would find out that he would be arrested and rehabilitated even during the winter vacation.

Thinking that there is nothing to love in life, Zhang Hongkuan laughed so hard that he collapsed on the table the next day when he went back to school and couldn't get up.

Yu Jinle's military training experience so far in his life is limited to the three-day training with a few instructors who stand at attention and take a break on the playground when he registers for junior high school. From eight to five, he can go home to eat and sleep at noon That kind, in fact, is not even the most basic model of "military training". In his poor and limited cognition, the word "military training" is just wrapped in rough camouflage and basking in the sun for a few days, which is not enough at all. To make people cry so much, with mourning all over their faces, thinking that this is really a big deal.

What he was thinking in his heart was projected calmly on his face, showing a kind of indifference and disdain.

Here Zhang Hongkuan is still eagerly inquiring about the details and which training base he wants to be sent to by his father for training, while Yu Jinle has already turned his head to look out the window.

There were a few girls chattering about their grades in the back, and a class representative who came over to help the teacher sort out the grades said "spoilers", "This time the test questions are not honest, and few of the big questions behind the two subjects of physics and chemistry can be completely solved." Among them, we were dumped by class (10) for more than one block."

"That's inevitable, (10) Ban that group of perverts!"

According to the tradition in the school, the top 10 freshmen will be filtered and directly entered into class ([-]), which is the so-called Olympiad class. Excellent teaching resources and teachers, various competitions for extra points, and most of the places recommended to prestigious schools; the remaining ones are evenly mixed with some school-choice students and special talents, and they are scattered to other classes, becoming ordinary students like them. class.

Even Xueba is clearly divided into threes, sixes, and nines.

Mother Yu has a friend whose daughter is two years older than Yu Jinle. She was also a member of the Chinese Olympic Games class. That person was once a nightmare for Yu Jinle growing up. Yu Jinle can be taken for almost anything. To compare and get countless "not as good as her" results.Later, he went abroad to study before the college entrance examination, which at least gave Yu Jinle room to breathe.

Comparing this kind of thing exists among people who are evenly matched. If the difference is too large and a situation of blind crushing is formed, it will lose its meaning. So now, even if Mother Yu is happy to use blows as education to teach her children , and rarely mention that girl again.

Yu Jinle was distractedly listening to the miscellaneous gossip around him, and received a mild blow on the shoulder.He raised his eyes, and when he met him, he was full of sadness while thinking.