who called him an onion essence

As Yang Cong said, growing up seems to be a flash, just like the tree by the street, when you don't pay attention, it is already luxuriant enough to block the sun.

Yang Sheng became more and more frightened day by day, amazed by the child's change, as if something strange happened where he didn't notice.

Yang Cong ushered in a rebellious period.

In the second year of high school, Yang Sheng wanted to persuade him to study science. After all, the child's grades are very good. From the public's point of view, science and engineering are the easiest to find a job.However, Yang Cong was stubborn and insisted on choosing liberal arts, saying that he was not interested in those weird numbers and calculations.His serialization in the school was sought after by many people. Later, in the community cultural festival, he also cooperated with the drama club, directed and acted by himself, and once again won the praise of all the audience with a crying scene.

"I want to film in the future and learn to write scripts." Yang Cong had already made a decision.

Ever since he saw Cheng Jun's performance, Yang Cong gave up his desire to be an actor, but he was still very curious about the camera. Unfortunately, crying alone cannot support those scenes.Unless you feel at ease as an [-]th line, playing various supporting roles.He knows that he is good at acting, maybe he stops here, he is a lazy person himself.Later, he liked to write those stories again, and under the guidance of his senior sister in the literature club, he felt that he might be able to embark on the path of screenwriting in the future.

Yang Sheng was shocked. To him, what Yang Cong said was new and had never been told to him.For a while, he couldn't tell whether he was more sad or surprised—the child's secret was not only that he hid a candy back then, but he had a bigger ideal, but he didn't tell him early on.

That night, Yang Sheng didn't fall asleep, and Yang Cong's words on the phone kept echoing in his mind.He doesn't understand the entertainment industry, and he doesn't know the charm of filming. For an ordinary person who runs a stewed vegetable shop, an overly aggressive move is unrealistic.But he couldn't say anything, whether it was in favor or against.When he heard the certainty in the child's mouth, he had no choice but to give up and choose to listen quietly.

"I want to be admitted to Communication University, in Zhongjing, I want to go there." When Yang Cong said this, his tone was very firm.

Yang Sheng raised his hand and covered his eyes. He never felt that those things would be more confusing than messy balls of wool.Taking care of a braised vegetables shop, Yang Sheng will not feel tired after busy work; but taking care of a child, a child who is too precocious, he is at a loss what to do.

So, this weekend, the two sat face to face, and a table of meals exuded heat and fragrance.Yang Cong ate with his head buried. During this period of time, he couldn't sleep well, and his eyes were darkened, which seemed to be the aftereffect of reading at night.But all he thought about was Yang Sheng. From the outside, what would a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy know?But he knew it, and so did the book he brought up hidden in his luggage, and so did the fiery illustrations behind it.

Yang Sheng said: "Have you finished writing your wish?"

"Yes." Yang Cong replied sternly, "It has already been handed in."

"Decided?"

"Ah."

There was another long silence.After several nights of tossing and turning, Yang Sheng figured it out. He could no longer give instructions to the child. It was not as simple as asking him to eat candy or not to eat candy. "As long as you like it." In the end, he could only say so stupidly.

Looking up at the other party, Yang Cong unconsciously squeezed the spoon in his hand, holding back the tears in his eyes.From then on, he knew that he would be away for a long time, or three or four years, or five or six years.Behind a decision are thousands of choices, as well as his unspeakable secrets for the time being.

"Thank you, Uncle!" He deliberately smiled happily.

Yang Sheng let out a long sigh of relief: "Since I have chosen...study hard." With Yang Cong on his back, he searched for a lot of information. The Communication University in Zhongjing has a beautiful environment and outstanding teachers. There are few well-known actors, directors or screenwriters, so the score line remains high every year.Although the situation is changing every year, he still hopes that the child can get his wish.

No, it's not a child, he has to learn to look at each other squarely, not with prejudices of blood or age, but just being raised for many years does not mean that he can despise a person who is gradually growing.

He felt like one of countless ordinary parents, which he was.

But Yang Cong didn't want his self-consciousness.

Gritting his back molars faintly, and saying "Okay!", Yang Cong was a little discouraged, stopped raising his head, and concentrated on dealing with the fish with no bones.

The person sitting across from him doesn't know anything, and it's not yet time.

Can't be honest.

……

The second year of high school is a watershed. For the students of No. [-] Middle School, choosing arts and sciences is equivalent to setting their future path, at least more than half of it.Most of the other boys in Yang Cong's dormitory took science, so they moved to another dormitory building as soon as the new semester started.As for Yang Cong, who chose liberal arts, he stayed there, on the fifth floor, where he could see the height of the stars every night from the balcony.

There are many girls in the liberal arts class, most of them are quiet, and there are two big bookshelves in the corner, which is the idea of ​​the class teacher.He put many classics in it, as well as miscellaneous books for students to relax. Yang Cong found a collection of poems, and when he saw flowers on the road, he couldn't help but blurt them out.

The poet, Jandani Shah, wrote "Although this parting is only two days, it makes me so upset and restless", and speaks frankly about love, saying, "Every love for you makes me so Fresh, every thought of you makes me uneasy." She was always in an uneasy mood, loving each other, but willingly.Yang Cong doesn't know her well, he just likes the way she writes poems - but he doesn't like cowardice, he is a step-by-step and planned person.

No one knew, including Yang Sheng.

Who called him an onion essence?Hidden deep in my heart, but the smell of tears is easy to spread.So be cautious, step by step carefully.

During the period of rebellion that Yang Sheng mistook.

However, things are unpredictable, and there are always unplanned things happening.When Yang Cong was in his third year of high school, the stewed vegetable shop was doing very well, and his disciple Mu Mu was gradually getting used to it, and he was almost able to handle it alone. Yang Sheng gradually considered opening a branch shop.It's just that in the process of searching, there are no suitable stores for the time being. Instead, I met a very enthusiastic boss and wanted to introduce the other half to him.

"My niece just came back from Xiangjiang. Although she doesn't have a high degree of education, she is very capable and beautiful." The boss wears a floral skirt and has long hair. When she smiles, there are many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. "Just a meal It's good to be friends."

Yang Sheng didn't think about this issue before, he felt that he was not interested in other people, especially finding a partner.But recently, he had a lot of strange dreams, couldn't remember clearly, and began to feel a little irritable for no reason.When he heard that someone wanted to arrange a blind date for him, Yang Sheng's first reaction was to refuse, but he swallowed the words that had reached his throat, and replaced it with "I'll think about it."

That night, he hesitated for a long time, and finally dialed Yang Cong's cell phone.It was bought for the other party before, and it has no other functions, and it is only used for calls.Yang Cong spoke very quickly all the time, maybe he kept it by hand, and he seemed to have a nasal voice when he spoke: "Huh? Uncle?"

Yang Sheng suddenly forgot what he was going to say at the beginning, and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

Yang Cong touched the wall of the cup, and the still hot granule was steaming, with an indescribable smell. "It doesn't matter, it will be fine soon." He said pitifully.Even little monsters are no match for the endless germs.

Might be better as an adult.

"I'll see you on the weekend." Hearing that he was in good condition, Yang Sheng let go of his worries for the time being.

Suddenly it began to rain lightly outside the window, Yang Cong was startled, and hurriedly got up to close the window.When he came back, he heard Yang Sheng falter and falter, and his footsteps froze suddenly: "Blind date?"

Yang Sheng felt guilty for some reason: "Yes, it was introduced by someone else, do you mind...do I find you an aunt?" If Yang Cong said he was unwilling, he would immediately refuse.

However, after a long time, Yang Cong replied with a floating voice: "I want to see it with my own eyes." Then came the sound of flipping the calendar, "When?"

"Sunday night." Yang Sheng sat up straight.

"Then I'll ask for leave to go back." Yang Cong's tone was the same as usual, but if someone stood in front of him, he might be startled by the look in his eyes.A few roommates also seemed to sense the difference in the atmosphere here, and looked out curiously.Then they were stared back by Yang Cong one by one, obediently reciting English and writing essays.

Yang Sheng wanted to stop him: "There's no need...just study."

Yang Cong snorted coldly, so softly that he was hardly heard: "I don't want to have a stranger at home after I go back. Uncle, I also want to see what my future aunt will look like." When he read the address, he Gritting teeth.

"Alright then." Yang Sheng sighed.

The other end hung up the phone decisively.

Listening to a series of busy tones, Yang Sheng felt something unusual in his heart.But in the end, I just felt uneasy: This child's rebellious period is really different.