Sometimes cold violence in language is more frightening than physical violence.
In the past, everyone only knew that Cen Yannan's fists were powerful, but today they know that his mouth is not forgiving.
After Cen Yannan left school, he went straight back home, passing by the "Ayong Tattoo Studio" at the entrance of the alley. Zheng Yong squatted at the door and smoked again. Business on weekdays is usually quite deserted, but today is Friday. In theory, business shouldn't be business. So bleak.
Seeing Cen Yannan, Zheng Yong immediately stood up and stopped him, "Yannan, have you finished the exam?"
Cen Yannan's brows jumped. Now that he hears the words "exam" and "score", he has a big head. He thinks Zheng Yong is going to ask them about cheating. Bad news will always spread faster than good news. It is estimated that there are already 87 on the Internet. Cheating in the news.
"Well, the scores are all announced."
Zheng Yong smiled and said, "That's right, you will come back to me after dinner."
The teenager was a little surprised, "Are you going to invite me to have a supper?" In summer, he often skewered beer and smoked with Zheng Yong.
"It's time for you to invite me to have supper this time!" Zheng Yong patted his head lightly with one hand and said with a smile, "Don't you want Ducati (motorcycle)?"
Cen Yannan was stunned.
Zheng Yong was surprised, "You don't even remember your birthday, do you?"
Cen Yannan really forgot.
Today is September 30,
I was troubled by the September exam-reviewing desperately before the exam, and torn up with people after the exam...
"The eighteenth birthday was held in ancient times. On such an important day, can you take a snack? I am more concerned than you." Zheng Yong patted his head instead of touching his head. Cen Yannan was a little shorter and had to pad his feet. "Fortunately, I still remember your birthday, otherwise it would have passed by today."
There was a moving emotion in the boy's eyes, "Thank you, Brother Yong."
"Thank me and treat me to supper tonight!"
"Okay, I invite you."
In the entire Fuxing Alley, except for Zheng Yong, no one cares about Cen Yannan’s birthday, including his mother Cen Jin. When Cen Yannan arrived home, Cen Jin was still in the mahjong room business. She asked Cen Yannan to go upstairs and take leftovers from the refrigerator at noon. Take it out and heat it up. This is the dinner for the two of them. It is not in the slightest different from the usual. It is a perfunctory meal, without a rich meal, or even a bowl of ordinary longevity noodles.
In fact, Cen Yannan is more accustomed to celebrating her birthday like this—that is, it's just a birthday.
Cen Jin didn't ask about his son's test results either.
She never cares about Cen Yannan's studies, how many children take the exam, as long as she can get a high school diploma. She was too busy to read WeChat. Tian Wen sent her Cen Yannan's transcript and a large section of praise for her child's progress.
Wang Zhiwei also sent Luo Xingchuan's transcript to Luo Rongcheng's WeChat account and called him to talk about Luo Xingchuan's study for half an hour.
He was very anxious, but Luo Rongcheng was very calm, and comforted him, "Where in the world is there a victorious general, the children's improper performance once or twice won't get in the way."
Where is the problem of performance failure from falling from number 1 to number 463!
But the parents are not in a hurry, and Wang Zhiwei can't say anything.
Luo Xingchuan returned home with his worst transcript in 17 years. As soon as he opened the door, Gu Youlan was wearing a bib and was preparing vegetables. He heard the movement and looked at her son, "You just came back, we are going to have dinner. Up!"
Luo Xingchuan froze for a moment, and saw a 10-inch birthday cake on the table with a line written on the cake: "Happy 18th birthday to my grandson." Sitting on the sofa, his grandfather turned around and said, "I don't know what kind of cake you like, I just bought it."
His father sat opposite and said with a smile, "I got off work early and bought your favorite snack on the way. You will eat two yuan later."
His grandmother came out of the kitchen and called the nanny and said, "Let’s bring the food quickly,"
"I'll wash my hands."
Luo Xingchuan threw his schoolbag on the ground, walked quickly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, raised his head, and through the mirror, he saw that his eyes were red. This is his lowest-key birthday in seventeen years—no grand birthday party, no piles of gifts, no huge birthday cake. Only four people celebrated his birthday, his parents and grandparents.
The joyful scene, without outsiders, is ordinary and warm.
He washed his face with water, dried it with a towel, and walked out refreshingly.
Gu Lianyu said, "Our birthday star takes the lead today."
Luo Xingchuan smiled, "Thank you Grandpa."
He sat down beside Gu Lianyu, his grandpa and grandmother on his left, and his parents on his right.
The four parents already know that Luo Xingchuan's test results have plummeted this time, and the leader of the Education Bureau called Gu Lianyu in the morning. They were also very worried and very concerned about Luo Xingchuan.
Unexpectedly, the old man, who has always had high requirements for studying with grandchildren, said, "Examinations have a lot to do with their mentality. His sister has passed away. He needs time to adapt. It is normal for him to fail the exam.
The leader hung up the phone and was still wondering, isn't Luo Xingchuan the only child? Where did the sister come from, the next reminder reminded of the dead Ye Tang.
"Eh, the number one in the 87th High School is also called Ye Tang?"
"This name is very common, and it's normal. There is another one in our unit called Li Tang."
Everyone doesn’t mention the topic of exams when they take care of their children.
Luo Xingchuan took the initiative to say to relatives present, "Sorry, I didn't do well in the exam this time."
Luo Rongcheng said, "It's just a mock exam, and scores and rankings are not important."
"Even for the college entrance examination, these are not important. Your health and safety are more important than anything else." Gu Youlan saw Luo Xingchuan's eyes full of love. This is her heartfelt thought as a mother. It is good for a child to be good. , But if Luo Xingchuan is the last one and commits crimes everywhere, would she not love him
This is maternal love, heavy.
Luo Xingchuan looked at the mother in front of him. In order to celebrate his birthday, she deliberately put on light makeup, wearing a light gray waist dress and long curly hair. She looked young and beautiful with good temperament. If you walk outside, everyone will not believe that she already has such a big son.
Luo Xingchuan was grateful that God gave him a chance to come back. He will definitely make his mother happy forever.
But this time, he really couldn't hand in a satisfactory answer to his family.
No matter how simple a birthday celebration is, there must be a sense of ritual.
Luo Rongcheng lit the only candle on the birthday cake.
Luo Xingchuan stood up, facing the small birthday cake, made a wish that his loved ones could hear:
"I want to become strong, so that the people I love and those who love me will no longer be disappointed."
And he silently made a wish in his heart, "I hope Ye Tang can come back."