Chapter 4 Jasmine slices (4)

Chuanqing thought that this person's blood might flow in his veins.Heh, if... what kind of fruit should it be?It should be a light blue, crystal-clear and juicy fruit, like a lychee without a seed, sweet with a bit of bitterness.If...if his mother had been a little willful and selfish at the beginning, at the last minute of saying goodbye to Yan Ziye, under the control of emotions, she might have changed her original intention and said to him: "In the past, everything about me was done by my parents." Lord. Now you...you make the decision for me! You can do what you say." If she wasn't so introverted--inconspicuous!Did she really care about the future?Did she envision her future children?She killed her child!It's not that Chuanqing didn't know that his accusation against his mother was unfair.she was

After all, it is rare for a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old to have such strong moral values.Anyone who encounters a problem that is difficult to solve can only "do what his heart feels at ease".Can he blame his mother? Professor Yan turned his back to write on the blackboard. The students were all rustlingly copying, but Chuanqing's heart was not on the book. One "if" is taken, and another "if" is peeled off: for example, his mother and Yan Ziye are married, and their cohabitation life may not be a long and flawless happiness.Chuanqing knew from Mama Liu that Biluo was a caring and sensitive woman, and Danzhu once told him that Yan Ziye's temper was rather "stalked", and he also liked to be paranoid, and those who loved each other often loved each other. Disagreements, on the contrary, are indifferent people who can tolerate each other.At the same time, Bi Luo broke up with his family like this, which was not allowed by the society at that time, and Zi Ye's marriage would inevitably hinder his future.In the past ten years, the common people's ideas have certainly changed, but Ziye has already been wasted several times, and his vigor has been weakened.For a man who is unhappy in his career, all kinds of misunderstandings and tongue-in-cheek at home are unavoidable.So, is all this having a bad effect on their children?

No, only good!Little worries and difficulties can develop a serious outlook on life.Chuanqing believed that if he was the child of Ziye and Biluo, he must be more deep and thoughtful than Danzhu now.At the same time, a child in a loving family, no matter how unstable life is, is still full of self-confidence and compassion—positive, aggressive, and brave.He must have all the advantages of Danzhu, and he also has what Danzhu does not have. His gaze shot to Danzhu sitting in the front row again.Dan Zhu listened intently to Professor Yan's lecture, with his face turned to one side, his mouth slightly opened, and he tapped his small white front teeth with a pencil.The silhouette of her face has extremely smooth lines, especially the childish short nose.Her nose was shiny and slightly oily and sweaty, making her more like a wet bronze statue in a fountain.

She majored in science at South China University, but she also set aside part of her time to read some literature history and so on.She has a broad interest in everything, and in everyone.She treated her classmates equally, Chuanqing suddenly thought of a two-word comment: promiscuity.She strikes up a conversation with everyone, but when others ask for more than friendship, she avoids it because they are all in school and are not qualified to fall in love.What is that?What can she do after graduation?In the final analysis, it is not a marriage!The more Chuanqing thought about it, the more he felt that she was superficial and boring.If he has such a good family background as hers, he will be able to take advantage of the opportunity and be a perfect person.In short, he doesn't like Danzhu.

His hatred for Danzhu, just like his admiration for Yan Ziye's deformity, grows day by day.In this state of mind, of course he cannot read.At the end of the semester, his exam results were all bad, but the history of literature was even more miserable, and he was far from passing.His father scolded him a lot, but still asked someone to tell the school authorities to give him another chance, and let him continue to attend classes after the fall semester. When Chuanqing came back to school, his mental illness not only didn't heal, but deepened.Because there was a summer vacation, he had unlimited leisure to calmly reflect on the source of his pain.He has more opportunities to have daily contact with his father Nie Jiechen than before.He found that he closely resembled his father in many ways, not only in facial contours and facial features, but also in walking posture and various small movements.He hated the Nie Jiechen that existed within him.He has ways to avoid his father, but he himself is always by his side.

All day long he would lie on the rattan box in the corner of the bedroom and do "daydreams". Often Liu's mother would come over and exclaim in amazement: "Do you not feel the hot sun on your body?The bigger you get, the more confused you become, and you don't even know hot or cold anymore!Hurry up and sit down! "He was too lazy to move, so he just sat on the ground, resting his forehead on the rattan box in a daze, for a long time, his forehead was covered with bony bumps. When the school was about to start, his father called him to warn him: "If you don't study well, you don't need to study further! Reading is useless, but it's an embarrassment for the Nie family!" It took a lot of hard work.All kinds of sloppy homework can be explained, but the literary history that his father thinks he should be most sure of is still in a slump and no improvement.If you choose another class, you will lose too many credits, so you have no choice but to continue reading.

As usual, after the Christmas and New Year holidays, the big exam will be held.On the eve of Christmas, classes are held in the morning as usual.Professor Yan wanted to see if the students had mastered their homework, so he specially held an informal interview.When Chuanqing was called, he called him two or three times. Chuanqing heard it. Professor Yan was a little displeased, and said, "Tell us a little about the origin of the seven-character poem." Chuanqing begged and shrank. Standing there, not daring to look at him, he muttered: "The origin of the seven-character poem..." The room was very quiet.Chuanqing felt that Danzhu must be watching him there—watching him lose the people of Nie's family.No, the one who lost his mother!Mrs. Yan Ziye's child watched Feng Biluo's child make a fool of herself.He couldn't help but say something, the classroom was so quiet.He licked his lips and said slowly: "The origin of the seven-character poem...the origin of the seven-character poem...uh...uh...the origin of the seven-character poem!"

Someone behind the scenes laughs.Even Yan Danzhu couldn't help laughing.There were many boys who didn't want to laugh at first, but when they saw Yan Danzhu smile, they also laughed heartily.Yan Ziye saw all the people in the room laughing together, and only thought that Chuanqing was joking, so he lowered his face, threw the book heavily on the table, and said with a sneer, "Oh, so it was a joke! I'm sorry, I didn't I appreciate your humor!" Everyone gradually suppressed their smiles, and Ziye said again: "Nie Chuanqing, I have noticed you for a long time. Since last semester, you have been out of your mind. What I said on the podium, there is Has a sentence entered your mind? Have you taken a note?──If you don’t like reading, no one will force you to read it, so don’t come here before it’s too late, and it will waste your classmates’ time and mine. when!"

Hearing that his tone was exactly the same as that of his own father, Chuanqing couldn't help crying.He covered his face with his hands, but Said Ziye still saw it.Ziye hated people crying the most in his life, even a woman's crying was a kind of coercion by the weak, and as for the man who shed tears, he was even more shameless, so he was extremely angry and shouted sharply: " You are not embarrassed! The young people in China are like you, China should have died long ago!" These words pierced into Chuanqing's heart like a hammer, he simply sat down, fell on the stage and burst into tears.Ziye said: "If you want to cry, go outside and cry! I can't let you disturb others. We still have class!" Chuanqing's crying was unrepeatable, and the sound of sobbing became louder and louder.His ears were a little deaf, so he couldn't hear what he said after midnight.Ziye took a step forward, pointed at the door, and said loudly, "Get out!" Chuanqing stood up, stumbled and rushed out.