School grass is always annoying

Jiang's mother suddenly showed joy, and the three of them entered the main room together.

Before coming here, she had already found out about Li Feng's family situation.Even so, when she stepped into the other party's house, she still couldn't help frowning slightly.

It's just too shabby and poor.

Of course, in such a small place, it is normal for her son to make friends with such people, and she quickly concealed her disgust.

Li Feng brought the bowls and chopsticks, Jiang Mu turned the food box and separated several dishes.

She served two servings of rice. Li Feng glanced at her, and she smiled and said, "Auntie just finished breakfast at ten o'clock, so she's not hungry now. Eat it while it's hot. Two young men, eat all of this Just do it."

Jiang Nian interrupted her and said, "The food is delivered, and I'll take it too. If you have nothing to do, you can go."

Mother Jiang smiled sheepishly and said, "Okay. Then eat well and don't practice too much, or the loss outweighs the gain."

Jiang Nian just ate and ignored her. The scene was extremely embarrassing, but Li Feng still couldn't hold back a smile: "Auntie, please go slowly."

After the other party left, Li Feng took a sip of his meal, recalling what happened just now.

Jiang Nian suddenly said, "I haven't told you about my childhood, have I?"

Li Feng said yes, but he could guess some of it.

Jiang Nian gave a brief account in a flat tone, and finally asked, "If it was you, would you forgive her?"

if it was me?

Li Feng lowered his head and thought, if it was me, if my mother was still alive, no matter how bad she was to me, I would be extremely happy.

And if he was Jiang Nian, he would definitely choose to forgive.

But all of this is based on the premise of "if".

The premise itself is my own experience and cognition from birth to the present.

He has dreamed of having a mother since he was a child, and the choice he made in this way cannot be used as an objective reference.

So Li Feng shook his head and said, "Others can't make decisions for you."

Jiang Nian glanced at him steadily, then looked away and said, "Others can't, but you can."

Li Feng choked.

Blushing inappropriately.

After a while, he still insisted on shaking his head and said, "No matter how hard you try, it is impossible for one person to fully empathize with another person. I have a different experience from yours, and I cannot provide you with reference in this matter."

Jiang Nian stared at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "Alright then."

What I thought in my heart was, I know.

Li Feng hummed twice, and then said: "No matter what decision you make, I will support you."

Jiang Nian smiled at him, showing his neat and white teeth, looking sunny and cool: "Okay."

After that, Mother Jiang delivered meals several times.

Li Feng could feel that Jiang Nian's attitude was gradually softening.

After passing the selection and successfully getting the qualification to be on the "campus big stage", the three of them even had dinner together.

At the dinner table, Mother Jiang was still warm and friendly, while Jiang Nian answered every question despite his indifferent attitude.

Just like what he did to his idol when he went to his house.

Presumably, it won't be long before the two of them will return to their normal mother-child relationship, after all, blood is thicker than water.

While Li Feng was a little sad, he was also happy for Jiang Nian.

Before you know it, the end of the month is getting closer.

The official campus singer competition time is on Saturday afternoon, before the weekend break.

It was the first time to perform in front of thousands of people, and Li Feng was extremely nervous.

On Saturday morning, he specially asked for half a day off to practice, pursuing the ultimate proficiency, and it is best to be able to sing English songs by instinct.

One got the recommendation qualification, and the other couldn't control it at all, so Lao Mo turned a blind eye to it.

While they were rehearsing, Lao Mo in the office put down the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

The female teacher on the opposite side was quite a gossip, she asked curiously in a low voice, "Who is that again?"

Mo Jing nodded helplessly.

Jiang Nian's mother, Jiang Honglian, has been looking for her frequently since this time.

It was nothing more than asking about his son's current situation. As Jiang Nian's head teacher, it was his duty to answer patiently.

But I heard that when Writer Jiang divorced his wife, it was very unpleasant. Writer Jiang is an honorary alumnus of F High School and donated tens of millions to his alma mater some time ago. If I had to choose, I should naturally prefer Jiang Zifeng of.

So every time Jiang Honglian came to him, he felt a headache.

But the other party was very diligent in finding them.

"This man is really interesting," a male Chinese teacher next to him said loudly: "At the beginning, I didn't want a husband or a son. Now, seeing that my husband is prosperous and my son is promising, he has come back."

He regards Jiang Zifeng, who took off in his middle age, as half an idol. Although there are many messy rumors, he stands by Jiang Zifeng unconditionally.

The female teacher who was gossiping before said: "You can't say that. I heard that Writer Jiang was quite irresponsible to the family in order to start a career. The whole family has to be raised by herself. It is not unreasonable for Ms. Jiang to choose divorce. "

"Of course you can get a normal divorce, but hooking up with someone before you get divorced..."

Mo Jing coughed heavily and interrupted: "It's all gossip, let's not discuss it."

A group of teachers discussing this in the office, what it looks like.

Several teachers were also aware of this, each whispered a few words, and went to do their own things.

At this moment, Jiang Honglian, one of the protagonists being chatted, was driving to Li Feng's house.

I heard from the teacher in charge that my son took a leave of absence to rehearse the show, and she strongly disapproved of this!

She only now understands one thing, this Jiang Zifeng, who has lived with his son for so long, actually doesn't care about anything in order to win his son's favor, leaving everything to his son, and has not fulfilled his responsibility as a father at all. !

Fortunately, his son's intelligence is high enough, so he didn't delay his studies.

While Jiang Honglian was angry, she was also secretly grateful.

Fortunately, it's not too late for me to come back. I'm only a sophomore in high school, so there's still time for everything.

She believes that it won't be long before her son will fully accept herself, and then she will teach him to do the right thing at the right age and make the right friends.

Drove to the door of Li Feng's house.

The gate is closed, but the singing inside can be heard, thinking that the son and the others are practicing in the yard now.

In her opinion, it was ridiculous to skip class for such a stupid competition.

It's fine if it's a big game. She went to school to watch it a few days ago, and it was a broken stage that took a few days to build.

Jiang Honglian knocked on the door carrying a fruit drink.

Just when the accompaniment was being sung, Li Feng said to the dancing Jiang Nian: "I'll open the door, you don't have to stop."

Seeing Jiang Honglian, Li Feng wasn't too surprised, and called out, "Hello, Auntie."

Seeing the things in her hand, she said again: "You don't need to bring this every time, the one you brought last time is still unfinished."

Jiang Honglian smiled and said nothing.

So far, she has a pretty good impression of Li Feng.Although today's affairs were a bit nonsense, the other party was polite and well-behaved, and I heard that he was also admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University. Considering the family situation, it can be said to be quite rare.

This kind of friend can be made with each other, and a gangster like Zhong Zekai should not be.

While thinking this way, Jiang Honglian enthusiastically said to Li Feng: "You don't need to worry about Auntie, you continue your work."

Li Feng smiled at her and continued to sing.

With an elder by his side, he felt a little uncomfortable, but then he felt relieved when he thought that there would be many elders watching the show this afternoon.

Jiang Nian knew who the person was knocking on the door for a long time, and he didn't stop during the whole process, dancing to the accompaniment played by his mobile phone.

Having been here many times, this is the first time Jiang Honglian has seen her son dance.

When I was in Beijing before, I enrolled my son in a special class, and the teacher taught him dancing for a few days, so she changed it to the violin.

She felt that her son's personality was more suitable for elegant musical instruments, and his ice face was not suitable for dancing.

Seeing my son dancing now, I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.

In fact, at the beginning, Li Feng wanted to laugh when he associated dancing with Jiang Nianyi.

To be precise, he couldn't imagine it.

But he soon discovered that this was purely because his imagination was too poor.

Obviously it's a good match, and it won't make people laugh.

This is how the morning passed.

At noon, Jiang Honglian took the two of them to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

At the end, before the two went to school, Jiang Honglian asked, "When will your show start?"

Li Fengdao: "The campus singer competition starts at four o'clock in the afternoon, and our program should be between 04:30 and five o'clock."

"Okay, Auntie understands. Auntie will go over to cheer you on then!"