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As soon as the man left, only the father and son were left looking at each other. Bian Zhenhua waved his hand casually, making Bian want to follow, and the two walked into the building together.

Time was running fast, and there was no time to sit down in the office and talk slowly. Bian Zhenhua gave him a wink, thinking that he would automatically turn on the report mode on a conditioned reflex, and give a detailed account of the study and life conditions during this period.

Bian Zhenhua's side is not at the top of the list of achievements that many parents put at the top of their list. He knows how much his son weighs. It's not unrelated to my father, he didn't expect him to soar into the sky and get a B, Q, and No. [-] in the second place.

Compared with these, Bian Zhenhua hopes to have his own growth system and judgment standards while thinking, and use this system and standards to continuously improve his own shortcomings, so he has always paid attention to cultivating independent thinking and thinking while thinking. The ability to execute the plan, first of all, no matter what, pinch out the source first, and be able to plan your own future realistically, and the messy future will become clear.

So after Bian wanted to put forward the expected goal of "strive for a rank between [-] and [-] in the midterm exam", he paid more attention to how much foundation he had and how much effort he planned to do.

He doesn't say whether the goal is up or down, what he wants is planning and execution.

"Hmm... I have been reviewing intermittently since the National Day." I wanted to pat my head and said, "Now the new class is still being taught, and according to this progress, the second round of consolidation can be done before the exam. "

After thinking for a while, he continued: "Last semester, the average score of politics, history, chemistry and biology was dragged down, but this year all these subjects will be taken, so I will focus more on these four subjects."

Mr. Bian has a strange skeleton, and even the partial subjects deviate from his own style. Others are like a seesaw. The scores formed a hexagonal and four-point tetrahedron—his liberal arts were Chinese and English, and sciences were mathematics and physics. In the form of dragging and pulling, he left politics, history, chemistry, and biology to the side to enjoy the cool.

I can't say why, anyway, this kind of partiality can't be made up for by Xiaoye Bian's basketball smashing the wall.

As much ability as much freedom, this is a dogma that I want to believe in my heart. His father has never been harsh on him materially.His father was not stupid, he could have been thrown into the army for two months training just by his snarls, if he wanted something else, there would be no guarantee that someone more inhumane would not be waiting for him.

The two walked all the way back to the office, and Bian Zhenhua answered the phone in the middle. After listening to his son's report, he nodded to indicate that he had listened.

"Exactly." Bian Zhenhua signaled his son who was walking behind to close the door, then turned around and took out a small book with a reddish-brown cover from his pocket and handed it over, "The household registration has been processed."

Thinking that almost the entire middle school stage was completed in Guangdong Province, and I have long adapted to the exam-taking mode here, if I really want to go back to Shandong Province at the last moment because of the household registration problem, then something will really happen.

"Although the number of test takers in the two places is about the same, the scoring line of this side has an advantage over that of the other." That's how Shen Yunjia analyzed it with the two of them at home.

Shen Yunjia was in charge of analyzing the situation, and Bian Zhenhua personally stepped in. Migration of household registration and student status was not a problem at all, and the whereabouts of the little boy of the Bian family became clear.

Bian Zhenhua explained some other trivial things, and when he saw that the time was almost up, he sent his son away.

When he was about to reach the door, he suddenly turned around, grabbed the door frame and tilted his head to ask his father, "Dad, you really don't want to go home to eat and leave at night? It's already six o'clock, and it only takes an hour—"

Lao Bian has been away from home for so long, and when he came back in a hurry, he only remembered to summon his son to come to see him, but he didn't mention Shen Yunjia. As for the couple, they have to be willing to help fight for it.

As soon as his tail was raised, Zhenhua knew what was going on in his heart, and when he saw through him, he felt relieved that his son was finally not as stubborn as he was when he was a child, and he competed with his stepmother every day like a family ethics drama.

Thinking of this, he rarely explained to his son: "There is a meeting in the provincial capital at 08:30, and the time is running out. Just buy something and eat it in the car."

Lao Bian's business trip was much longer than expected for more than half a month, and he came back several times intermittently, but he came and went in a hurry and didn't stop much, let alone go home seriously to eat and sleep.

Every time Shen Yunjia tore up the calendar for a day, she would not forget to sigh and report the number of days of business trips by the old side. After a long time, even thinking about it, she was afraid that she would be turned into a husband-wife stone facing the sea in the next second.

The time came to a day in the middle and late October. On this day, Shen Yunjia changed his usual sad face, and even hummed a little song while tearing up the calendar. Don't be stupid.

"What do you know!" Shen Yunjia took a look at him, "It's the end of October, and the old man will definitely come back."

"Did he tell you?" Asked absent-mindedly while flipping through a pile of exam review papers.

"This is tacit understanding, you single dog can't understand it~" Shen Yunjia has recently been addicted to Taiwanese idol dramas and couldn't help himself, deliberately pinching his voice and barking at him, shaking his goosebumps from shock.

In fact, there is no tacit understanding here, it's just that they have lived together for a long time and know each other well enough.In the heart of an old man, no one is as important as an only child.

Bian Zhenhua was thinking about his birthday on October [-]th, although he pretended to have repeated orders not to go out and spend money to play with his peers, with the excuse of fearing that he would be infected with bad habits, but when that day came, what year would Bian Zhenhua be absent again? ever?It's just the old man's coquettish arrogance at work, he hides it awkwardly, he doesn't want to show that he regards his son as a treasure, so he always understates it.Only she, the person next to her pillow, could see it clearly in her eyes. Facing her son, no matter how busy Bian Zhenhua was, he would always leave time for a meal for his son.

Only the love between father and son, look back step by step...

She looked at her stepson who ran to flip basketball after finishing the test papers, and secretly sighed.

"What time is it, make a noise with your neighbors and go ask yourself!"

The appearance of basketball at home means that the little boy will start preparing for the liberal arts exam again—besides, Bian Zhenhua’s birthday will be followed by the school’s midterm exam week. Brush up on the presence of the venue.

When the coffin's face was straightened, it seemed to ward off evil spirits. The effect was amazing, and all demons and ghosts had to be sidelined.Thinking of this, Shen Yunjia couldn't stop his thoughts from rushing, and directly made up a scene of Zhong Kui beating ghosts and subduing tigers to subdue demons in his brain, and made himself silly.

As he thought about it, when he looked up, he saw her smiling like a fool, and trembled twice.

"Hey, you just predicted that the old side will come back. Do you have to laugh like this immediately? Don't be crazy about your husband, are you?"

"Little brat!" Shen Yunjia patted him, and another one couldn't hold back, and continued to laugh tremblingly.

"Stop! Stop! Don't make any noise, it's better to mute the pure vibration mode, that Nianfu's laughter is too shabby!" Goosebumps all over the ground as he thought about it unbearably.

It was 07:30 in the evening, the couple had finished their meal, one was planning to go back to the room to read a book, the other was picking up the dishes without haste while the TV was turned on, before it was eight o'clock theater time, a local TV station was opened Listen to the local news folk voice with one ear and one ear.

The city is small, and the people who come and go every day are nothing more than which illegal buildings in the community caused public outrage, which puppy got lost and met kind people, and so on. In the end, a special forum was created to express appeals for the poor households in the city. Help, today is the child of the Dong family who has excellent grades and the family is in difficulty and cannot afford the tuition. Tomorrow the old man of the West family will be alone and ill in bed. In short, it will be the same for thousands of years. lend a helping hand.

The crowdfunding section of today's program did not end, and it broadcast a news about a child who was seriously ill and whose parents were poor and unable to provide for it, so they had to turn to the society for help.

Thinking about how annoying this program is, my ears can't take it anymore after listening to it, so I don't forget to stab a sentence before entering the house: "There are a lot of small people in the city, and those people are counting on this program to save themselves, right?" !"

Shen Yunjia was soft-hearted, and she couldn't see him talking like this, "You can do it, it's really difficult for others, and the medical expenses are expensive for children, otherwise, who would want to show their faces like this?"

"Then there are so many 'social enthusiasts' rushing to send money without leaving their names, who wouldn't want to?"

"It's easy to say." Shen Yunjia asked back, "Would you like to change it to you?"

While thinking about it, he answered: "If I wanted to, I would say these things? Whenever I encounter something, I must figure it out by myself. This money is nothing else. If you don't have it, go make it! Go to the TV station Asking others to give you thousands of dollars in alms, what can you do? Helping the poor is not helping the poor. The poor are sick and lazy. They have given up on themselves. They always go to the TV station to cry and find "enthusiasts" when they have something to do. , these people are hopeless!"

Young Master Bian said this with confidence and confidence, and he didn't feel that there was any problem at all.

The young man is pure-hearted, and although his words are straight forward, they are far from being malicious. He doesn't realize that there is anything wrong with his lofty words, and he has a ridiculous childishness that is unknown in the ivory tower. The vulgar Qing Gao pretends to talk nonsense, simplifies the problem, and thinks that money can solve the problem and it is not a problem. To him, money is a meaningless number that jumps one after another.

This is the disdain of a naive child who has never experienced the hardships of money and silver when he was young, towards this kind of market contract circulation that smells like copper.

Shen Yunjia: "Oh? Then according to what you said, those who do charity also have nothing to do?"

"Look at charity." He shrugged. "I just hate this kind of practice where I don't think about anything and just want to find help. I don't bother to read these so-called news about people's livelihood."