At two o'clock, I woke up before five hours of sleep, and we didn't read any books. She asked us if she would not, and we will not. "
Mother Chen thought about her son. She slept until half-noon every day when she came back from vacation. She hadn't turned over the homework, and she didn't even write her name on it. In the top twenty of the class, my son has always been the last one."
The fu man smiled and said, "She's only in the top 20 of the class, not all grades."
That's what she said, but she couldn't hide the pride and smugness on her face. This person is afraid of being compared, but also likes to be compared.
Mother Chen saw the wounds on her neighbor's daughter's face, and heard about running away from home, so she picked up a mandarin orange and ate it. Don't put too much pressure on your child."
Fu's face was displeased, "You don't know that. Pressure is the driving force to move forward. How can you do without pressure? The child has to be abandoned!"
Mother Chen smiled and clapped her hand, "Okay, okay, don't talk about this for the New Year's Eve."
Some families are in a free-range mode and don’t care too much about their children’s academic performance. They throw away their schoolbags when they come back from school, watch TV or go out to play, as long as people don’t do anything out of the ordinary.
But some families are different. Parents talk about their children's homework and grades all day long. They can't fly by themselves. , hoping to fly.
If the child flies slower, the parents' sticks are waving behind them, hoping for the stars and the moon, hoping that the child can fly higher, higher than others, it doesn't matter whether the child is tired or not during the flight, whether it will be because of too much. Tired, fell down unbearably.
In the room, Chen Yue was fiddling with the door lock. Damn, he said last time that he would replace the bad one, but he hasn't changed it yet.
There was no other way, Chen Yue went to find an exercise book of suitable thickness and put it in it and fixed it between the door and the door frame.
Chen Yue took out the diary from the drawer, opened the lock and opened the love letter. He looked up the dictionary while writing, crossed out the wrong word, and wrote the correct one. Wire.
The more he thought about it, the more likely he was to make mistakes. The more Chen wrote, the more he doubted some words. He felt that it was not written that way.
"There are so many people in the world, I still met you, this is somewhere..."
Chen Yue subconsciously wrote a sentence and recited a sentence. He felt that the sentence was not good, and was about to cross it out and think again when the door was suddenly pushed open, accompanied by Chen's mother's voice, "Mom will go out for a New Year and come back later, kitchen pot There's chicken stew in there, do you remember to see... son?"
What the hell! Chen Yue hurriedly stuffed the diary into the drawer, and the black water pen on the table rolled on the ground and couldn't even pick it up.
Mother Chen usually knocks on the door before entering her son's room. She forgot to chat with the neighbors just now. She didn't expect her son to be so panicked, "What bad things have you done?"
Chen Yue pretended to be calm, "What?"
Mother Chen came over, her eyes as sharp as needles, "Mom saw that you stuffed something into the drawer, did you take it out by yourself, or did Mom go and call your dad back, and our family held a family meeting during the Chinese New Year? "
Chen Yue quickly opened the drawer, quickly took out a magazine and threw it on the table, "Here it is!"
Mother Chen glanced at the scantily clad young girl on the cover of the magazine, her anger rushed at night, all the way to the top of her head, and she couldn't hold back her son's ear in anger, "Stinky boy, how old are you? Just read this unhealthy book at your age? Can you understand it?"
Chen Yue hissed, and he leaned his head wherever his mother twisted his ears, "Leader, it's a small mistake, I promise I'll never do it again next time."
Mother Chen didn't let go of the hand that twisted her son's ear, she took the other hand to fetch the magazine, "Where did it come from?"
"I bought it at the book stand."
Chen Yue smiled and said, "Mom, calm down, if you lose your temper, you will get wrinkles and you will get old quickly, you can see the person next door, she is the same age as you, you two are together, everyone will feel it. You are much younger."
"Do you think that if you say something nice, this matter can be turned over? Think beautifully!"
Mother Chen stopped twisting her son's ears. She took the magazine and walked outside, "I don't want to talk to you now, mom. I'll go to your dad, and you can stay in the room for me."
Chen's mother's voice sounded outside the door, saying that if there is a father, there must be a son. She was talking all the way, and Chen's father didn't dare to let one fart.
Chen Yue