The calendar next to the blackboard stayed on the 16th, two days had passed, and no one had torn down the end date. One or two people owed one or two hands. When they entered the door and raised their corners, they were stopped by the classmates under the seat.
Xia Wei said with a smile, you are deceiving yourself.
There is no way, the end of the term is approaching day by day, and the pressure on the students increases sharply, so they can only drag the calendar to deceive themselves that there is still time left. In the eyes of students, exams are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. The college entrance examination is the ultimate mountain, and the usual final exam is the most important. During the winter vacation and the New Year, people need to visit relatives and friends, and their grades are concerned. Therefore, the end of the winter is more important than the end of the summer.
Early English self-study, Zhuang Fanxin wrote down today's review scope on the blackboard, put down the chalk, and before returning to his seat, Xia Wei waved to him from the door.
He went out and took the door with him, the chalk on his fingertips seeping into his fingerprints, making him panic. The teacher and the student were standing by the window. At this time, each class was in the morning reading. The corridor was empty. It was not clear that Zhuang Fanxin had made a mistake.
Xia Wei said, "Are you going to study in the United States?"
Zhuang Fanxin asked, "Did my dad contact you?" He didn't realize that he was frowning. He put his right hand on the window sill with a lot of effort, and the tip of his finger rubbed a little chalk white.
Xia Wei looked at him, Zhang Huang's expression, uncontrollable urgency, all in his eyes. Ask him, haven't we discussed it yet
Zhuang Fan didn't know whether to nod or shake his head. He couldn't explain it in a few words. He thought for a while and answered. Grandpa was sick in the United States, and it was related to going abroad early. Xia Wei probably understood, patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and told him to review carefully and not worry too much.
"Teacher, I don't want to leave." Zhuang Fanxin said.
Xia Wei joked: "You can't bear me?"
Zhuang Fanxin nodded without hesitation this time, he was reluctant to give up a lot, and the head teacher who had brought him for two years naturally included it. He remembered that on the day of school, Xia Wei once said that if there is any difficulty, you must learn to solve it yourself, and if you can't solve it, tell the teacher.
He urgently went to the doctor and asked, "Teacher, can you talk to my parents so that I can leave after finishing my senior year?"
Xia Wei told him clearly, no. Teachers are not qualified to intervene in students’ family affairs. Parents love their children, and every step must be over-concerned. Moreover, if the matter of studying abroad is related to the illness of the elders, it should not be self-willed, lest the child wants to be raised and does not wait for the family, and only regrets.
"Fan Xin, you have always been very motivated and excellent. It's not a big problem to go out one year later to develop." Xia Wei said, "The other teachers mentioned to me, it's all about the little painter in your class, you and others. Your classmates are different, your talent in art is much higher than your learning, so I was very happy when your father told me, and the teacher also hopes that you will make achievements in the field you love early."
After winning the ACC competition, Zhuang Fanxin was already qualified to skip class to study for college. In the interview after the game, the media also asked him whether there was a college he liked in the United States, and whether he had the desire to study in the United States early.
Zhuang Fan glanced out the window, and what flashed in his mind was the night when Gu Zhuoyan fought with the basketball team. The man followed behind Director Feng, looked back at him, smiled at him, and there was a blue on his cheekbones that deliberately provokes his distress. Red.
"Fan Xin?" Xia Wei called him.
He looked back and whispered, "I don't want to go."
Xia Wei was still smiling, saying that Zhuang Fan's feelings were delicate, and he comforted him. He only made a swipe of the eight characters.
After the teacher and students finished talking, Zhuang Fanxin went back to the classroom, and as soon as he sat down, he called in gossip commentators from his neighbors and asked him what was going on. Lao Xia scolded you, do you eat seafood noodles at noon, or go to Guangzhou to visit the flower market during the holidays
Zhuang Fan agreed one by one, took out a large box of raspberries, grabbed a handful for the sports committee in front, the monitor by the aisle, and stuffed the rest for Qi Nan, who crouched on the table and muttered, if I leave Do you miss me
Everyone just eats and ignores him.
The students in the key classes are still conscious. They no longer run around during class breaks. After a day in the classroom, the classroom is a little dull. Qi Nan asked him, do you really want to take the top ten exams? He said to himself again, Gu Zhuoyan was not there, who would be the first in the grade in the final exam
Hearing the name, Zhuang Fanxin turned to look at the last row, which was empty, with only a pile of homework papers spread out.
Talking to Zhuang Xianyang outside the convenience store that night, he thought he expected the worst situation and was prepared, but he didn't expect the reality to be far worse than he imagined. Zhuang Xianyang said that his brain, mood, and even breathing were all stagnant everywhere, and then a panic rushed over the mountains.
He should not leave early. At that time, he yelled at the mobile phone, which attracted the convenience store owner to lean out to look at him. Zhuang Xianyang didn't expect him to react like this. sign.
The family has always been democratic, even if the talent is in the bones, Zhuang Fanxin always consulted his own opinions when he was learning painting as a child. Although Zhuang Xianyang didn't say it to death this time, the final touches revealed cannot be ignored. In the end, the call was interrupted by the doctor, and the busy voice came. The afterglow that Zhuang Fanxin saw changed into night, and the Oden in the cup also turned into a cold soup.
He went to ask Zhao Jianqiu, Zhao Jianqiu's attitude was unclear, and he probably talked with Zhuang Xianyang in advance. He is very upset. Gu Zhuoyan mixes oil with his honey when he is there, and the other party's situation is frequent when he is outside. He is hypocritical. These days, he is like a drifting weed, a broken branch, from the inside to the outside. Can't settle down.
Zhuang Fan endured two days to call Gu Zhuoyan, and it took a long time to build, but after Gu Zhuoyan told him that the winter camp for the competition started, he became dumbfounded. Gu Zhuoyan is about to take the exam, it is closed, and he will not be able to contact him for the next few days. Zhuang Fan swallowed his heart and said only "Come on for the exam" and "I miss you very much".
School, studio, home, Zhuang Fanxin continued to maintain a three-point and one-line life, a little stunned, occasionally tossing around the streets in pain, panicking not knowing where to go, and sometimes suddenly optimistic, believing that things would eventually turn around.
As the final exams approached, Xia Wei tore off a few pages of the calendar. No matter how late it was, it would come sooner or later.
When setting up the exam room, the desks must be emptied. Zhuang Fanxin sat in the last row to help Gu Zhuoyan clean up, the papers, the teaching assistants, and the very familiar notebook. When he opened it, there was a long strip that said I have someone I like, and then his name.
Zhuang Fan smiled heartily, and stuffed it in his schoolbag, he was so heavy that with three steps, he was helped by Qi Nan to Yi Nan time. Qi Nan's mother is very powerful. She really launched a milk tea called "Grade No. 1", plus two yuan to send red bean paste, and after eating and drinking, she will have a good harvest in her studies and love.
Filled with sugar, Zhuang Fan's heart was slightly drunk, and it took a long time to figure out Gu Zhuoyan's walk for a few days. Ding, here is a text message at the right time, it is Zhuang Xianyang's flight back to China tomorrow.
There seemed to be shackles on the top of his head, and Zhuang Fan was so drunk that he couldn't breathe after drinking the milk tea? Qi Nan scolded him for touching porcelain, pressed him on the table and rubbed him to heat up.
The one-and-a-half-day final exam, the first one was serious and the last one was lively, couldn't hold back the joy of the winter vacation.
It was noon after the test, Zhuang Fanxin was riding a bicycle, turned into a small intersection and found that the Tesla had turned around, presumably Zhao Jianqiu had driven out. He accelerated to ride home, ran into the house, and caught sight of the luggage that had not been put aside.
"Dad?" Zhuang Fan exclaimed in his heart, leaving nothing to say. He hadn't seen him for nearly 20 days and missed Zhuang Xianyang, and he was even more worried about his grandfather's condition. Running upstairs, Zhuang Xianyang just came out of the bathroom following the sound, with the heat of taking a bath all over his body.
"Have you finished the exam?" Zhuang Xianyang raised his hand.
Zhuang Fanxin hugged and smashed Zhuang Xianyang's back hard. Although he thought about it, he was also angry. Zhuang Xianyang coughed twice, pretending to be delicate, his smile could not hide his haggardness, and even his figure lost weight.
"Dad." Zhuang Fan's heart really endured to the limit, opening his mouth, his mixed emotions converged, begging and begging, "I don't want to study abroad now."
He was so sincere, this was the first time he had ever been born like this, and he was full of what he wanted and wanted to say. According to Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu's respect and love for him, he might change his mind.
Zhuang Xianyang said, "There is a document bag in the inner layer of the suitcase. You can bring it for me."
With the words stuck in his throat, Zhuang Fanxin went downstairs to get the document bag, which was very thick and bulging. Returning to the second floor, Zhuang Xianyang was already sitting on the sofa waiting, took the file bag and opened it, letting him sit down too.
The first piece of paper was the doctor's order from the old man since he was admitted to the hospital. Zhuang Xianyang asked Zhuang Fanxin to take a look. The paper flipped, and he said slowly, that when he fell ill, the grandfather was in the hospital for a medical examination, otherwise it is very likely that he would not be able to be rescued. But when it will be committed again, and whether it will be as lucky as this time, it is very difficult to say.
Zhuang Fan's heart wrinkled, "Grandpa is that serious?"
"When people get old, there will be such a day." Zhuang Xianyang's attitude is calm, and he looks like after the transition, "Fanxin, if you take good care of it, grandpa will have two or three years, and if it is longer, it will be three or five years, so I hope you can go ahead. do you understand?"
The second document was pulled out. It was grandfather's will. The old man asked a lawyer to draft it five years ago. The jewelry company and the family's Bian Mu all belonged to Zhuang Fanxin. Jewelry design is Zhuang Fanxin's dream. Grandpa knows that it is a dream for his good grandson. He also knows that Zhuang Fanxin has always wanted to have a dog, but his parents will not let him, so he will raise one for his good grandson to inherit.
The old man worked hard for the career he had accumulated for most of his life, and he couldn't let go when he was old. He wanted to wait until Zhuang Fanxin graduated from high school and come to study with him, hand in hand.
Zhuang Xianyang said, "Dad never makes a statement, but this time I can't be democratic." A box was poured out of the file bag, opened, and a gem badge pinned on the black velvet pad, "This is the tenth gift your grandfather gave you. Seventh birthday present, he made it himself."
Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his hand to pick it up, shaking, what kind of bastard is he? After the game, he thought that his grandfather didn't play around with him, but he didn't know that he grew up, the other party was old, and who accompanied him had already changed.
There is one last letter in the file bag.
After a long afternoon, I could not feel hungry and tired, people were awake, and people were confused. Zhuang Fanxin sat on the low stool for a long time, Zhao Jianqiu put the suitcases, Zhuang Xianyang went to the Academy of Fine Arts to deal with the work, and Bond shook his head. Hundreds of tails.
The movement around him complemented his stillness, and he was holding the badge, his palms turning red with pain.
Zhuang Fan's heart was hysterical until the sun slanted to the west, his legs and feet were numb, and when he got up, he fell to the ground. Zhuang Xianyang came back from the Academy of Fine Arts and went upstairs to pass him.
The tone of voice was so soft that Zhuang Fan was not sure if Zhuang Xianyang heard it, but he only had the courage to say it once. Maybe it was because he was too tired to study, or because he was too tired to make gifts. He went back to his room and fell on the bed, fell asleep, and slept all day and night in one breath.
It was only in the dream that Zhuang Fan realized that he was escaping.
Close your eyes and pretend nothing happened, everything is the same as before.
As the winter camp of Wujing came to an end, Gu Zhuoyan was stripped of a layer of skin by knowledge. After finishing the car that came to pick him up from home that day, he beckoned to hire a taxi and went to his grandfather Gu Pingfang's place.
Zhuang Fanxin's grandfather was ill and reminded him that one more day of the old man's life is one day less, and he has to do his filial piety.
In reality, it wasn't too good. Gu Zhuoyan saw the old man warm up, and then the young master ordered the nanny to cook good dishes, eat and drink, and slept soundly, trying to make up for the spirit and energy that had been damaged these days.
It's a pity that he didn't sleep for too long, Gu Shibo came to arrest him, afraid that he would sneak back to Rongcheng. He rolled up the quilt, half-closed his eyes, and scolded Gu Shibo for treating the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
Tomorrow night's banquet at seven o'clock, the driver will pick you up, and go back a day later one minute later, you can do it yourself.
Gu Zhuoyan has a plan in his mind. After sleeping, he wakes up and grooms himself. He also finds time to cut his hair. He goes to the banquet on time at six o'clock. He sits in the back row with an arm across from Gu Shibo, and no one cares about anyone.
Two days after the exam, he sent a message to Zhuang Fanxin asking how the exam went, but the other party didn't reply.
Didn't pass the exam? Gu Zhuoyan said again, also thinking about the old man in the United States, and sent gentleness from side to side - "Aren't you ashamed when you saw your grandparents during the New Year?"
He was coaxing secretly, it doesn't matter if he really wants to go to the United States for the New Year.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't answer a single one. Gu Zhuoyan wanted to call, but before he pressed the button, he noticed Gu Shibo's contemptuous and mocking eyes. He picked up his phone and quarreled first.
Gu Shibo said, who wouldn't watch if there are fools
The father and son choked on their destination and got off the bus respectively. The stars holding the moon and the leaves lining the flowers were welcomed into the banquet hall. They were able to pretend in front of the gathered celebrities. Although their faces were not considered filial to father and son, they also showed the same of air.
Gu Zhuoyan's face is sour with a sour smile, and he has no appetite for delicacies. He follows the communication process of successful people and makes Wei Wei feel nauseous. He quietly asked Gu Shibo how he felt every time he came to this kind of occasion, to be honest.
Gu Shibo replied that he was bored and wanted to watch cartoons with Baoyan.
However, every time he was in the boring Vanity Fair, it was late at night when he returned home, his daughter had already slept, and he has not been able to accompany his child to watch an episode of animation so far.
Gu Zhuoyan expected the answer, so he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around, changed a glass of wine, and walked outside. The cold wind in the northern winter rushed over, and the water in the pool was wrinkled, but he felt relaxed and sober.
The phone vibrated, and he immediately took it out to see what Zhuang Fanxin replied.
It was a class group, and Xia Wei sent it: "I would like to tell everyone about this in advance. At the end of this semester, Zhuang Fanxin will go abroad to study, and there will be a feast in the world. I wish him all the best in the future."