When receiving the message from Mingshu, Xiao Yuan immediately asked for leave and rushed to the airport.
There are many people at the airport, and Mingshu's orange-red sportswear is very eye-catching. It didn't take him long to find someone.
The teenager was sitting on an empty bench, with a silver suitcase in front of him at the farthest corner, and a squashed backpack to his right.
The people around were walking in big strides, and the radio was broadcasting flight information. Mingshu looked down at his phone, sprayed a lot of hairspray on his hair, and stood in high spirits, with a delicate hairpin on the side.
But no matter how energetically dressed, people are also listless.
Xiao Yuan originally wanted to go to the past, but what can he say in the past
They had an awkward relationship recently. Mingshu avoided him at home and spoke a lot more politely. In the past, he took off only a pair of underwear and rushed to the bathroom. Now he is dressed neatly before taking a shower and after taking a shower.
It stands to reason that he is a brother, and he has experienced much more than Mingshu. Mingshu is ignorant and angry, he should solve it as easily as before.
But this time it was really not easy.
That night Mingshu cried while talking, like a child with absolutely no reason to speak. And he couldn't ignore the child and let it be sad.
Mingshu said a lot at once, some of which could be heard in anger, while others were from the bottom of his heart.
For the first time, he felt at a loss for rejecting someone's love. At that time, he had an idea to coax Mingshu to stop crying, and calm down and talk about the rest.
Ke Mingshu raised his head and said to him, "Brother, you said I could cry, but listen to my brother."
The softest part of his heart seemed to be stung, so sore and swollen, that unprecedented feeling even made him freeze in place.
He has never been in such a dilemma.
Yes, he told Mingshu back then that if you feel sad and wronged, you can cry, listen to your brother, you can cry.
Isn't Mingshu just too sad and aggrieved
Why did he hand over a few pieces of paper and tell Mingshu not to cry
Things just got so stagnant. Human emotions are the biggest variable and the most elusive thing.
When he was aware of Mingshu's feelings, he thought that he could handle it properly like those who had admired him before.
But as soon as the words started, everything went in an unpredictable direction.
Mingshu is not only his admirer, but also his younger brother who has been doting on for more than ten years. He watched Mingshu grow up with stumbling and stumbling. If Mingshu was in pain, he would be in pain too.
He wanted to tell Mingshu about it several times, but Mingshu was unwilling to mention it.
Thinking about it, I know that Mingshu is not happy and feels ashamed.
He didn't think Mingshu was ashamed. That night Mingshu cried so hard that his face was drenched, and in the end he led him to the sink to wash. He felt that his chest was quite stuffy, and he didn't care whether he was ugly or not.
He wanted to wait for Mingshu to calm down, and then he would calm down again, and then talk about this matter. But Mingshu told him again that he couldn't stop and wanted to go back.
It's okay to go back, just keep a certain distance, and you don't have to be so preoccupied with it every day, it's not necessarily a bad thing. Moreover, the first middle school started in August. Mingshu is the third year of high school, so you shouldn't waste too much time on love.
He is a past person, and he must first consider Mingshu. This matter cannot affect Mingshu's future.
It was all agreed that he drove Mingshu at noon this afternoon, and the child ran away by himself. Fortunately, he still remembered to send a message.
Xiao Yuan looked at Mingshu from a distance for a while, and dismissed the idea of sitting with Mingshu in the past.
Mingshu will soon become an adult, and he should learn to digest his emotions. He is in the past now, he can't help, he can mess up a lot.
Before Mingshu entered the security checkpoint, he didn't leave, watching Mingshu biting his ticket, lined up like a small tree, and after passing the scanner, he turned and left.
When there are missions on the team, there are no numbers. Xiao Yuan returned to the team from the airport and pondered about Mingshu for several days. After that, he came to the mission. Once he went out fully armed, he could only think about Mingshu again. Work comes first.
Although it is summer vacation, the campus of No. 1 Middle School is very lively every day. Those who graduated from the last high school came back to fill in the volunteers, and those who lived nearby came to play ball. Come to self-study according to class time.
When Mingshu walked into the classroom with a bag on one shoulder and two cups of milk tea, he attracted everyone's attention - even though there were only single digit students in the classroom at this time.
Ming Shu walked in, walked to his seat in the last row, took out a tissue and started to wipe the table.
"Brother Ming!" The math class representative was a mushroom head. He was surprised for a long time and finally recovered, "Why are you here?"
"Study." Mingshu threw away the dirty paper and took out another, "same as you."
All present are diligent players from the 12th class of science, but Mingshu is different. In his three years in high school, his name has never been associated with diligence.
Mushroom Head and Zhao Fenger, who was obliquely ahead, looked at each other and asked, "Are you also studying?"
Mingshu tutted, "I can't study yet?"
"No, no, of course you can learn, Brother Ming!" Mushroom Head said, "I'm just curious..."
"Write your question." Mingshu was still in a bad mood and didn't want to talk much, "I'm in my third year of high school soon, and I need to spend more time on my studies."
Inexplicably, I was taught a lesson by the eldest brother of their class.
The other students were not curious for a long time, and after a while, the classroom was quiet again.
Although Mingshu fights fiercely, sometimes he likes to be cold-hearted, and his aura is 2.8 meters tall, but he is not the kind of person who always uses his aura to press his classmates. He has a good relationship with both good and bad students in his class, and the girls also say that he laughs cute.
After clearing the table, Mingshu took out the books, put them away, thought for a while, and decided to start with physics.
These books were bought by him in the bookstore in the morning. His basic foundation is not low, and his intelligence is not low. The score of each test depends on his hard work before the test.
The question sea tactics are the most effective for people like him. After brushing dozens of sets of questions, they will immediately see results in the exam.
It was hot in the afternoon, and the cicadas outside the window were chirping. Mingshu felt annoyed at first, but after doing the questions, he could no longer hear the cicadas.
At more than 5 o'clock, he corrected the wrong question according to the answer, dropped his pen and stretched, and found that a group of Mushroom Head was looking at him again.
"Fuck—" He laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at?"
"Brother Ming, what's wrong with you?" Mushroom Head said, "Did something happen to you?"
The little eyes were quite concerned. Mingshu is fierce when fighting, but he is very sensitive to the kindness of others. Whoever treats him well will be soft-hearted, and he will not be able to say a single heavy word.
"It's okay, I just feel that the foundation is not well laid, and I want to work hard. You want to test the key points, and I also want to get into a good school."
What he said was sincere, not like before.
Mushroom Head was immediately moved, "Then if you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me! I can't do anything else, but I'm good at math, so I promise to explain it to you!"
Mingshu smiled and said, "Thanks."
In the evening, everyone had a meal together, and then went back to the classroom to prepare for the battle.
When Mingshu was free, he suddenly remembered that Mushroom Head was bullied by other classes in his first year of high school, and he helped him. It was nothing to him, but Mushroom Head still remembered.
I don't know if it's because I've worked on the questions for most of the day, or it's just because of this trivial matter, Mingshu feels that the irritability in his heart seems to have dissipated.
He had to hurry up and run forward.
A week later, high school seniors reported, and No. 1 Middle School was completely lively. Mingshu tries his best not to think about being rejected, and concentrates on catching up with his grades.
At the end of August, the third year of high school came to have a thorough examination, and then there was the parent-teacher meeting. This parent-teacher meeting was different from the previous one, which was equivalent to a mobilization meeting.
Ming Shu hesitated for a long time before calling Ming Haofeng.
In elementary school, Ming Haofeng and Wen Yue didn't come to the parent-teacher meeting, but in high school, their relationship eased and they both moved back. Now they live together and have never missed the parent-teacher meeting.
But Mingshu doesn't really want them to come to the parent-teacher conference.
Ming Haofeng asked the time and said he would definitely go.
Mingshu doesn't matter.
On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, Ming Haofeng really came, and the head teacher praised Mingshu, saying that he had made great progress in the examination, and he was very motivated throughout August, and there were still tough battles to come, so he had to persevere.
Mingshu did not go to the teaching building, nor did he go home. He went to the secondary building of the third year of high school by himself for self-study. After the parent-teacher meeting, Ming Haofeng called him and said he wanted to talk to him about something.
He went.
The father and son were walking on the campus together. Ming Haofeng was in a good mood. He asked some questions about his studies, and Mingshu answered them indifferently.
When he was near the fountain, Ming Haofeng suddenly stopped and said in a serious tone, "I have discussed with your mother and want you to study business. You used to be young and didn't want to go abroad, but now you are so old, you should understand The benefits of going abroad for further study. But if you still don’t want to go out, we won’t force you. You can take a management major and study for two years first. If you want to go out, we will plan.”
The fountain was very noisy, slamming, Mingshu turned around, frowning.
His facial features have a faint meaning of sharpness, but in the end he is still a teenager, with the frailty of a teenager, but his eyes are already sharp, neither dodging nor dodging, "What I read and what I will do in the future is up to me to decide."
Ming Haofeng's temper is not as irritable as before, but it is still difficult for him to accept the only son's indifferent resistance.
Mingshu sneered, "You are so confident that you think I miss the road you paved?"
Ming Haofeng was obviously prepared for this and suppressed his anger, "I don't want to quarrel with you. As a parent, it is impossible to harm your own children. You should be sensible too. Your teacher said that you have been studying hard recently, and you will think about it next year. Get a good grade in the test. Go back and think about it, the choice I made for you is the best choice, you will understand."
Mingshu said, "No need."
Ming Haofeng said, "No need?"
"I mean, I don't have to think about it anymore." Mingshu snorted contemptuously, "I have already planned my future, I don't need you to intervene, and you can't get in. I don't read anything. Manager, I want to go to Public Security University like my brother."