What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei paused, raised the end of his eyes, and looked at Father Song curiously.He chewed the contents of his mouth without taste.

"So blatant?" Liu Fengxia asked.

"There are even more blatant ones." Song's father said with a serious face, "His father already knew about it."

Liu Fengxia frowned: "I don't care about someone as powerful as Mr. Li?"

"I can't control it." Father Song stretched his arms and leaned towards Liu Fengxia: "His son is indeed very talented in business."

"Then what do you do when you get old?"

"I heard that they are already talking about surrogacy." Father Song said.

"Oh." Liu Fengxia said indifferently: "I thought these 'trendy' young people would be DINK for the rest of their lives."

"It's not for fun, but I guess Lao Li will compromise in the end, and he will definitely let his son agree to be a surrogate first..."

From the corner of her eyes, Liu Fengxia caught a glimpse of Song Zhiwei's grape eyes looking at this side, and even the food in her mouth went down.

She picked up a chopstick of meat and threw it into Father Song's bowl: "Eat, don't say that these are a bit lacking. Weiwei will take the college entrance examination the day after tomorrow."

Father Song was not convinced: "Obviously you asked me..."

Liu Fengxia stared with her phoenix eyes.

Father Song coughed in embarrassment, picked up the meat in the bowl and threw it into his mouth: "Eat, eat."

"Two men?" Song Zhiwei seized the opportunity to ask.

Liu Fengxia glared at Song's father, and that look said: "Look, look, the child is curious, it's all your fault."

Father Song lowered his head to eat to avoid Liu Fengxia's eyes.

"You don't seem to be surprised." He lowered his eyelashes, leaned down to the table, and took a mouthful of white rice.

Song's father said: "Whether you like the same sex or the opposite sex is someone else's business, and we have nothing to do with it."

"I think so too." Song Zhiwei raised the corner of his mouth, "By the way, Mom and Dad, I want to take the Bingcheng test in the future."

"why?"

"I just feel that Bingcheng is completely different from Nanhuai, and the development is also good, and I have already thought about what school I want to go to."

"That's good." Liu Fengxia smiled and said, "What school?"

"Major in Fashion Design from XX Clothing University."

"Have you thought about it clearly?" Father Song asked.

"I've thought about it for a long time." Song Zhiwei was neither humble nor overbearing: "Will you interfere?"

Liu Fengxia frowned, and then said: "I wanted you to take the Bingcheng exam at first, but not the major of this school. But mom also knows..." She chewed the last bite in her mouth slowly: "You are old now, The more you are forced, the more you will do the opposite."

Her tone was very lonely.

It seems that he is not reconciled to his right to speak being provoked.

She could have given the child planning office the best path for him.

But he is still not a product.

Father Song gave Liu Fengxia an encouraging look.

Song Zhiwei raised his voice and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Mom."

Father Song gave him a dissatisfied look.

He followed suit as usual: "Thank you, Dad."

"That's right."

At night, Song Zhiwei went back to his room.

Liu Fengxia sat motionless on the sofa, and Song's father walked over slowly with a glass of boiled water.

He put the cup on the tea table, sat beside Liu Fengxia's hair and laughed, "What's the matter? Why are you so sad and worried about Weiwei's college entrance examination?"

"No." Liu Fengxia frowned: "I just suddenly feel uneasy."

"Normal, pre-exam anxiety."

Liu Fengxia rolled his eyes at him: "Screw your pre-exam anxiety."

-

During the two days on June [-] and [-], the sky was blue with white clouds.The government of Nanhuai City artificially rains in advance, so the temperature is not hot these two days.

Parents stood outside the gate of Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School. They were crowded, and they all looked at the school anxiously and praying.

The science students of their school take the test in their own school, and the liberal arts students take the test in other schools.

Candidates waiting for the exam stood in front of the political education building.All of them were wearing simple T-shirts, their faces facing the sky, and they were very young.

Familiar bgm was playing on the radio. To be honest, this light music could not soothe the mood at all, but it made people nervous, because I listened to it many times this year, and it was played every time during the big exam.

Immediately afterwards, the candidate entered the examination room on the radio.

As soon as the cordon was opened, crowds of people rushed to the teaching building.

About to part, Song Zhiwei called out: "Han Lu."

"What's the matter?" Han Lu occasionally used modal particles when talking to him, sounding very gentle.

Song Zhiwei rushed into his arms and hugged him in front of the crowd: "Come on."

On the side of Han Lu's head, his lips seemed to touch his temple, as if he was kissing him, but he didn't seem to say, "Come on."

Song Zhiwei hugged her tightly, his fingers so hard that his fingertips turned blue and white.

Immediately, he can enter the university of his choice, do what he likes, and spend as much time as he wants with Han Lu.

Don't spend all your time studying.

And the relationship with parents has also eased.

There are not so many perfections in this world.

That's fine.

So he is really really really happy!

I don't know how many seconds passed, Han Lu's heartbeat sounded in his ears, and the familiar fresh and clean smell was in his nose.

He felt that this hug was beyond the category of lovers.

For the dreams of the future, for the days of sweating in the past.

I want to be with you, I just want to be with you.

After this exam, we all have a new life.

"Go, I trust you." Han Lu patted him on the shoulder and let him go.

"You too." Song Zhiwei was nostalgic

Taking a quick look at Han Lu, he turned and entered his examination room.

Song Zhiwei used to be afraid that the college entrance examination would cause abnormal performance due to excessive nervousness.

But the moment you sit down, you know it won't.

Because the moment I got the paper, I only had to do the questions.

The teacher only said that if you encounter very strange questions, you should skip the questions you don't know.

But I didn't say that I had to skip the questions that I could have done but because my mind was stuck, I couldn't write them suddenly.

This kind of question is the most disturbing. I would do it, and I usually get full marks.Why can't I think of it now

?

This situation is too common, you will suddenly forget, and others will suddenly forget.It's all college entrance examinations, are you more calm than me?Impossible, everyone is nervous.

Don't always think that I should get this point, I must get it.

Otherwise, I will be thousands of places behind the market, which is too scary, so I must write it out.

You can usually have this kind of thought.But the college entrance examination really shouldn't be like this.The more I can't think of it, the more anxious I am, the more anxious I am, the more I can't think of it, the whole person's mentality collapses.

Put it away first, and write the entire paper.

Sometimes while writing, I suddenly remembered.Even if you can't remember, it's the last time to think about this question slowly.It will not affect the mentality of other writing questions.

The key point is to finish the paper and write everything you know.

Even if it was wrong, I didn't know it was wrong at the time, and my mentality was very stable at this time.

Some people just don't have time to read the last big question, and the exam time is over.

He was dumbfounded and his mind collapsed.

In fact, he didn't know that the last big question was very difficult.Most people only get half of the first question.

The first day of exams passed quickly.

The evening of June [-]th was a little awkward.

Let's talk about reviewing, it's not very useful, and there is no homework.

Let's just relax, there is the college entrance examination tomorrow.

Song Zhiwei was eager to try to figure out the answer, but he was afraid that it would be different from Xueba's.

Especially those who collapsed on the first day of the exam.The whole person collapsed immediately.

I dare not talk nonsense here to comfort and say that it is all right.

It can only be said that this is a hurdle, and you will be stronger and stronger after stepping over it.

It was never Kaobeng's self who defeated him, but the self who has never recovered from the fall.

Even if you fail the exam, you can still spend four years in college preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and you can pass the postgraduate entrance examination and then get into your dream school.Many people start preparing for it from the junior year to the senior year.

If you really make up your mind, can't you get a graduate student in four years of university?

So don't drive yourself to death in the college entrance examination room.

Song Zhiwei saw the nth round of people who came to Han Lu to answer the questions today.

Some people who have never seen it before, and those who don't know their names also come together.Maybe the other party knew Han Lu's name, so he asked him:

"God of learning, just tell me what to choose for the last multiple-choice question in biology. I promise to only ask this question."

Han Lu was very patient today: "We'll talk about it after the exam tomorrow."

"Not now."

"I can't remember either."

Those people are dejected and a little bit happy at the same time

, Xueshen doesn't say the answer, maybe mine is the correct one.

On this day, Song Zhiwei and Han Lu had a simple dinner, and they didn't discuss the questions and answers at the dinner table.

Song Zhiwei went back to his room and did three English readings, got the answers right, watched TV for a while, and went to bed at ten o'clock.

On July [-]th, wait until the last letter of the English test is finished.

Song Zhiwei suddenly lost his mind on the paper, and the burden on his body suddenly relaxed.

I'm done!

go to your studies, never again

Don't wait!

Fortunately, there was only about ten minutes left before the papers were collected, the moment the papers were collected.

Song Zhiwei rushed out of the classroom early, waited outside for a while, and saw Han Lu coming out of another teaching building.

Han Yul's superior height stands out from the crowd.Because everyone is wearing regular clothes, which highlights his appearance and temperament.

"Han Lu, Han Lu, Han Lu." Song Zhiwei tapped his toes and called him from a long distance away.

Han Lu walked over directly to hold his wrist, and smiled softly, "Go home."

"it is good."

In fact, they hardly had such intimate movements in school during the day.

Because many female students at school suspected that they were together, for unnecessary trouble, after they fell in love, they didn't stick together before talking about it.

Now being held by Han Lu's wrist, Lu Tu saw many familiar faces looking at them.

His face was a little hot.

On the taxi home, Han Lu asked him, "How did you do in the exam?"

"Is there a very broken question?"

"The past is the past, don't think too much about it."

One question and one answer, the conversation along the way was normal.

It's just that Han Lu's hand has never been loose, probably because of the summer, the palm of the hand is easy to get hot.

The wrist circle is hot.

As soon as he entered the house, Song Zhiwei was about to change his shoes.Han Lu suddenly pushed him back behind the door.

The overwhelming shadows fell, the movements were hurried, and the breathing became heavier and heavier.

Song Zhiwei snorted, stunned by Han Lu's reaction, and his head was dizzy.

After kissing for a while, Han Lu suddenly let go of him, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "Are your parents at home?"

He blindfolded, "Shouldn't be at home."

This kiss is like a catalyst, the third year of high school has been suppressed a lot, so he wants to indulge now!

"Han Lu..." He wrapped his arms around the other's neck, humming like a cat, and leaned forward to find Han Lu's lips.

"Prickly." There was a piercing sound of porcelain shattering to the ground.

Song Zhiwei's heart trembled, and his mind instantly sobered up.