He Xuchunqiu

It was already 11:30 when he said goodbye to Xu Ran and returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he met his father's questioning eyes.

"Where have you been?" He Chengqi sat at the wooden table in the living room peeling an apple, glanced casually before someone entered the door, turned half a circle and landed on the apple in his hand.

Who can look at the apple in his father's hand that is slowly turning with the sharp fruit blade, the thin peel is detached from the flesh, and finally fell into the trash can completely, feeling that his thoughts are also being peeled off, the whole People seem to be exposed to the air with the pulp.

He Chengqi remained silent, waiting for his son to answer.I completed the registration procedures for the start of school in advance, but I didn't see my son when I rushed to the city's No. [-] Middle School, and I didn't see anyone when I got home. Did this person go to the Internet cafe like those young children who didn't learn well in the community?

What people can't bear the most is the cross-examination of their parents who are always on guard. On the surface, they seem to care unintentionally, but in fact they use their eyes and actions to exert coercion on you all the time.Whenever my answer is different from what they want to know or what they already know, the calm and cold violence will be repeated in the next few days.

He Xu walked to the table and put the copybook in his hand on the table: "Oh, after I went to see the examination room, I went to the bookstore opposite to pick up a copybook."

He Chengqi flipped a few pages with the little finger of the hand holding the knife, and his tone softened instantly: "Come, eat apples, it's good for your health."

Who doesn't like apples, because he thinks that apples are not pure enough sweet, and even the sweetest apples will have a trace of undetectable sourness.But my parents never cared about these things. All the things they think are good will always be pushed to themselves, regardless of whether they like it or not.

"Oh, wait a minute, don't eat, I forgot." He Chengqi stood up from the sofa, wiped his hands on the rag, "Eat first, and then eat fruit."

How can anyone quickly put the apples in the fruit bowl as if he has been pardoned?

There are four dishes and one soup on the dinner table, seaweed egg soup, roasted chicken with potatoes, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, braised fish and fried green beans, all of which are loved by everyone.

He Xu picked up several pieces of chicken, and his mood became happier: "Dad, how do you make so many dishes?"

He Chengqi picked the red peppers from the roast chicken to the table, and patiently picked out the gizzards and drumsticks from the roast chicken and placed them on the potatoes.Who likes to eat chicken, except for liver, especially these.

While laying out the dishes, He Chengqi replied, "I will take the entrance exam tomorrow. Isn't this a special reward for my son! Eat an expedition meal and beat everyone else to pieces."

He Huaren's good mood gradually dissipated after hearing his father's words, and the little surprise of tasting the fresh and tender chicken for the first time urged himself to say: "Yeah."

The next day, whoever got up early, the exam time was at [-]:[-] in the morning, and only Chinese and mathematics were tested, each taking an hour and a half.

It's not until seven o'clock after breakfast, but he has already skillfully prepared the test supplies, put on his shoes, and is ready to go.

Who has never been late and left early, and has never taken a leave of absence during school.It's not because I'm naturally diligent and self-disciplined, or because I'm too energetic and don't like to stay in bed, but because I'm afraid of the teacher.From childhood to adulthood, He Xu people are obedient and sensible children in the eyes of teachers, and good students with excellent grades. This "teacher" also includes He Chengqi, a teacher who has planned his son's life since birth.He Chengqi always has a kind of natural strength in the eyes of some people, who fears his father, and by the way fears all the people who have the same occupation as his father.

Who came to the gate of City No. 07 Middle School on his father's motorcycle, and the examination room didn't open until 30:[-], so who had to wait another half an hour.

After He Chengqi put his son at the school gate, he repeated a few words about the requirements of the examination room, and then rushed home.

He Xu squatted at the edge of the ring belt at the school gate, resting his head on his hands, watching the shops across the street open to welcome customers, and watching the motorcycles passing by on the street.

Who is still silently reciting the ancient poems in elementary school textbooks over and over again in their minds, but their eyes are unconsciously locked on a boy from far to near.

Xu Ran was so angry at being woken up early in the morning by the nanny that she rushed out of the house sullenly without even having breakfast.When passing by the milk tea shop near his home, Xu Ran couldn't help but bought three fried chicken legs and a large cup of chocolate milk tea.

Xu Ran was drinking milk tea while walking towards City No. [-] Middle School. Before reaching the door, he had already drank all the milk tea. He also finished eating two chicken legs, and the remaining one was too stuffed to fit in anymore.

Xu Ran was about to walk to the school gate and throw the remaining chicken legs into the trash can, but when he got closer, he saw whoever he met in the bookstore yesterday.

"Hey, who is it?" Xu Ran rushed to the person who was squatting on the edge of the ring belt in a daze.

He Xuren's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, looking at Xu Ran's smiling face in front of him, he replied incoherently: "There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death."

"Aren't you starving to death?" Xu Ran brought the chicken legs in the bag in front of someone, "Come, please eat the chicken legs."

The translucent plastic bag has been stuck together with greasy, but the intact fried chicken leg inside still exudes a tempting aroma.

He Xu looked at the chicken leg in Xu Ran's hand, swallowed, and looked away in a trance: "No, thank you, I've already had breakfast." He's father and mother have already whispered in He's ear Wan has instructed: Do not eat things from strangers, fried chicken is made of spoiled meat.

"Is that so? I'm full too, so let's throw it away." Xu Ran hung the bag of fried chicken on his fingers and twirled it around a few times, then ended the last fried chicken leg with a perfect arc of throwing it into the trash can destiny.

How many people feel a little pity, but it is not easy to say anything.

Seeing that the examination room was still open for more than ten minutes, Xu Ran simply sat down on the edge of the ring belt, shoulder to shoulder with someone.

Xu Ran patted He Xu on the shoulder: "How tiring squatting! Why don't you sit down?"

He Shuren glanced at Xu Ran, and eased his numb feet: "I'm not tired, my pants are dirty when I sit down." He Guren remembered that his parents' hands were much rougher than their own, and they were always afraid Delaying their studies, never letting themselves do housework, I can only try not to trouble them from other aspects.

Xu Ran didn't care much when he heard what someone said, but he didn't talk to him again.

The exam will be carried out on time, and the Chinese will be tested first in the first round.The composition question is "My Encounter with a Masterpiece". He recently read an ancient novel called "Flowers in the Mirror" and liked it very much, but the answer that ended up on the test paper was "A Dream of Red Mansions" like most people .

There is no wind or waves in the math test, how can anyone still answer the questions calmly and hand in the paper.

With the teachers of the whole school staying up all night, the test results and class placement results were posted on the campus bulletin board of No. [-] Middle School in the city in the form of a red list the next day.

When the list was released, the bulletin board was already full of people.He Xuren stood outside the crowd, watching his father disappear into the crowd, and squeezed out of the crowd after a while, his face looked neither angry nor happy, which made He Xuren not sure about his own situation.

"Father, which class am I assigned to?" He Hui had no place to put his hands down, so he could only grab the hem of his trousers.

"You passed the test with 106th place, and you were assigned to Class 13, No.6 in the class." He Chengqi let out a sigh of relief while speaking, "It's okay, maybe it's because you're not used to the test questions, and you will definitely pass the test next time."

How many people feel a little frustrated when they hear their grades, but they are more relaxed.At this starting point, the teachers and parents should not have as high demands on me as before, and I can make great progress again with a little effort.

But who would have never expected that in the coming year, No.6 would become the upper limit of his progress.

For the whole year of the first year of junior high school, how many people's grades can only hover at No.6. The only time they passed the No.5 exam was because the total score of No.6 was wrongly counted.There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. This is the most impressive truth that He Shiren has learned in these two semesters.

But He's father and mother don't think so. They just think that their children are not serious enough and hard enough.Although He Xuren is still the "children's role model" in the community, the weight of this "model" in He's father and mother's heart is far less than before.

As a result, anyone's meal time, rest time and entertainment time are divided again, and the time spent watching TV on weekdays has all become practice time filled with tutorial books for various subjects.

"Practice, practice. Practice makes perfect." Practice makes perfect is the theory that He's father and mother firmly believe in.

Since that placement test, who has never seen Xu Ran again.The campus is not particularly big, but who is trapped on a smaller desk by exercises and textbooks.If anyone could walk upstairs more, or direct his attention to the tutorial books to the door of the classroom, he would see that boy who lived a completely different life from himself, a boy with a big smile.

Just one day when He Shuren was about to forget about Xu Ran, He Huren went to the stationery store outside the school to buy pens after school in the afternoon, and the LED horizontal screen above the school gate scrolled the names of the students who had recently won honors for the school.

Who bought a pen and came out, and saw a line of red letters on the LED display at a glance: Congratulations to Xu Ran from our school for winning the No. 1 provincial table tennis competition.

The scarlet letter quickly rolled by, who stood still and searched the memory for this familiar name for a long time before remembering the boy from a year ago.

is it him?No one is sure.

At this moment, Xu Ran is nothing more than a person who makes him somewhat envious.