Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Meng Xi knows better than anyone how difficult it is to raise points at this stage. Song Huai said that there will be a way, but after thinking about it for a long time on the bed, he still recognized the reality:

Unless he works harder and harder, everything is a bubble.

His parents have also recently felt the pressure from their son like resentment. Apart from cooking him a delicious meal, the couple can only comfort him, "Oh, 380 is already very powerful, do you remember, Uncle Wang ?His son is studying in No. 360 Middle School. He has a score of 380 in every semester exam. He can also choose an ace major in one of them. We are all envious. I went to play with him a few days ago and heard him Bragging, I said that my son passed the [-] exam, and Lao Wang stopped talking for a moment. When I went back at night, I saw his son post a circle of friends, saying that his father told him not to go out during the summer vacation, so he should study hard at home hahahaha. "

Xu Huifang also laughed, "Didn't he always like to show off his son's achievements?"

Meng Jianguo said with a smile: "Yes, my son is too good this time, and he has been dumped by 30 points."

"380 is nothing." Meng Xi was eating tofu, when he heard the words, he replied, "If you can't be high, you can't be low."

After finishing speaking, Meng Jianguo beat him up, "What are you talking about! I checked, and you can go to Nankai with a score of 380! The minimum score for Nankai is 380!"

He even gestured excitedly, "Nankai!"

That's the prime minister's alma mater! !

"..." Meng Xi ruthlessly pierced his fantasy, "Dad, you think too much. People say that the minimum 380 is 380? You have to look at 380 for arts and sciences, and you have to look at popular and unpopular majors. You can't take the exam. Go to Nankai to study accounting or library management, right? What is the use of a diploma? I heard from Uncle Song Huai that the difficulty of the college entrance examination is always difficult and easy every year, and it comes in turn. When we come next year, we will reduce the difficulty gone."

His father was quite surprised, "Isn't that good?"

"What's so good. Reducing the difficulty means strict revision of papers, which means that the question maker has to make mistakes in the question, and it is more likely to make mistakes. And it is difficult to widen the gap. When the time comes, everyone will rush to take the 380 test, and they will be very satisfied and confident. Score You'll be stupid once you come out, and the price will be raised directly to 390, 400, believe it or not?"

Meng Xi muttered, "And... I don't want to take the Nankai exam either."

Xu Huifang hadn't spoken much before. She listened quietly for a long time before she said in her usual gentle and soft voice: "Little Ya, are you overly anxious? It took you less than a year to start from the first year of high school. From the final score of 167 to the current score of 380, you have surpassed 90% or even 98% of the candidates in your school. In the eyes of others, you are already a very powerful genius. From now until the college entrance examination, there are still nearly ten In just one month, you still have nearly a whole year to check for leaks and make up for gaps in your knowledge system, why should you overdraw the pressure of next year to use it now?"

Meng Xi's chopsticks paused.

"Your mother is right about this." Meng Jianguo also chimed in, "And we don't necessarily have to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University. Although the school is good, we don't know if it's suitable for us. Didn't you want to get along with us a while ago? Do you want to study architecture? I asked for you specifically. In addition to Tsinghua University, Southeast University and Tongji are also good choices. Tongji is relatively close to home. In fact, if you take the exam so far, you can’t come back only a few days a year. This time, your mother and I are also very reluctant—"

Before she finished speaking, she was elbowed by Xu Huifang.

"Don't listen to your father." Xu Huifang said softly after her husband finished ouching, "You can go wherever you want. Boys get far in the exam, so it's good to go out more. I'm teaching you from elementary school to high school. How to study, how to pass the exam, it will be different when you go to university, you have to learn to be independent, take care of yourself, study by yourself, find a job by yourself... as long as it is something you like, your parents will support you."

Like it.

Meng Xi also couldn't say whether he liked Tsinghua University or the Department of Architecture.

Because of Song Huai, Tsinghua wanted to be admitted to the same school as him, and wanted to fly to a place as high and as close as him.Architecture... When he was doing extended reading a while ago, he saw the works of master architects in the documentary, sometimes neat and sometimes ingenious and beautiful.

He didn't even understand those proper nouns clearly, so he hurriedly downloaded a CAD to feel the drawing, and he also found many masters' Amway in Baidu's answer and forced.

He has seen Frank Gehry's almost imaginative Paris LV Foundation Art Center, Frank Lloyd Wright's typical idyllic Fallingwater, and the famous modernist architect Mies van der . Luo's German Pavilion at the Barcelona International Expo, the concept of flowing space has been carried out throughout.

He even finished reading Lin Huiyin's related works, characters and deeds, as well as some of them and various other biographies.

But my favorite is Le Corbusier's Ronchamp Church.

Known as the most shocking and expressive Ronchamp Church in the 20th century.

It's hard to tell the intuitive feeling when I saw Ronchamp Church for the first time. The turquoise diameter mountain road and the long exposed steps have a certain kind of frigid color aesthetics.Looking down from the aerial camera, Ronchamp Church is like an irregular shell lost in a small green pastoral forest.

On the outer wall of the church are large and small holes of various shapes, inlaid with representative stained glass, the idea of ​​a genius, twisted and inclined walls, light projected from the skylight and blue colored windows, a small The ray of light is restrained and cool.

If you like...

Meng Xi raised his head, with an uncertain tone: "Now... I like it."

Xu Huifang laughed, and raised her hand to touch her son's head.

"Whether it is now or in the future, what you like is the most important thing."

she says.

·

A few days before the start of the third year of high school, Meng Xi thought about it for a long time, asked Song Huai for a vacation, and flew to France.

Meng Jianguo originally wanted to accompany him, but was rejected in the end, so he had no choice but to hire a portable interpreter for him.

It's expensive, but the standard is quite high, with a little knowledge of English, French, and even German.

This trip has benefited him a lot. The only drawback is that the French don’t like to speak French. Once Meng Xi just bought lunch from a KFC near the town and planned to pack it back to the hotel to eat, but he was caught by a driver just as he was going out. The little thief of the car opened his hands lightly and walked along.

Meng Xi was dumbfounded, subconsciously yelled help and turned on his cell phone to call the police. After yelling several times, the people around him just looked at him strangely, and then walked away indifferently.

At this time, his portable translator came out of the KFC store slowly, and said vaguely while nibbling on the burger: "Useless young man. The French regard speaking French as loving France. It is useless for you to shout help. The French only know French for ausecours (help)."

Meng Xi: "..."

Before he came here, he had heard the joke about help and ausecours, but he didn't expect it to happen to him in the blink of an eye.

Another bad thing is that after staying in France for two or three days, when he went back and had the last English tutoring before school with Song Huai, his accent still had a tinge of uvula.

self-taught.

Song Huai: "..."

·

No matter what, when he came back after relaxing, Meng Xi seemed to have found his goal again.He began to have a brand new feeling, knowing that he was no longer just taking the exam for Tsinghua University for Song Huai.

He is also for his own dream.

When Tian Xiaojuan heard him mention these things, she was tongue-tied and envious, "It means that you have found yourself. How many people spend their lives in a daze to get into a university, study a major, find something they like and work hard to find something they like? Fighting for it is really a very happy, very happy, very happy thing!"

She used three and was very happy.

Meng Xi doesn't know whether he will be happy in the future, whether he will grab his hair and drink coffee overnight while rushing to draft, and whether he will spend time under the contract of Party A and Party B, but in any case, worrying is unfounded. useless.

Just like his mother said, as long as this moment is present, liking is enough.

Meng Xi's third year of senior high school was the prelude to the memory of semi-illegal English and the clean smell of Langxiang Church.

The full score in English is 120, and his current level is only hovering around 100~105. Meng Xi plans to listen to a voa every day for the next month, and keep quiet while listening.In addition, you have to study the real English reading questions for CET-[-], and wait until the CET-[-] is almost done, and then do a few English reading questions for the postgraduate entrance examination.

When Song Huai gave him advice, he said: "Although the format of the English for the college entrance examination is completely different from that of the CET-[-], there are still some things to adopt. The difficulty of reading CET-[-] and English for the postgraduate entrance examination lies in uncommon words and long and difficult sentences. Knowing the skills of dismantling long and difficult sentences, you can find the key points faster when reading, and avoid the pits dug by the readers."

At first, Meng Xi wondered how long the difficult sentences were, until he opened a real test paper for the postgraduate entrance examination, and saw a typical case of a whole paragraph without a period, with various inversions and clauses, and suddenly, "..."

...Do all the question makers in China take pleasure in cheating students?

·

On this day, Song Huai was correcting Meng Xi's composition, while reading it, he said, "The number of words in the first positive argument is too high, look at yours..."

He circled Meng Xi's paraphrase after quoting, "You wrote five or six sentences just to explain this sentence, plus your own point of view later, and compared with your hasty argument two below, it seems extraordinarily lengthy."

"Yes, indeed." Meng Xi accepted the criticism humbly, "I am writing here. I originally set 300 characters to end, but it turned out to be too much. I saw that the later pages were not enough. I was afraid that I would not be able to write, so I had to cut it off. Argument two."

Song Huai's skills are still not bad even in Chinese, which is difficult to pull apart.He has been digging through Song Zhishen's bookcases since he was a child. From chemistry to physics to popular Chinese and foreign classics, he will read everything. He is very omnivorous.

Moreover, he has a very good memory, and the first time he reads it, he is as good as someone else's intensive reading. He can draw at most two sentences in a book, and never extracts it.This also led him to cite commonly used unpopular KitKats in the composition project. Coupled with the composition structure that seems to have been carefully constructed by the instrument, the school can usually score him 60 points, and he is also the candidate for the printer to copy the whole school all year round. (The full score of the composition in Jiangsu area is 70 points)

"There is also this paragraph, which is another old problem of narration and discussion." Song Huai accurately turned out a composition he had written before, and said, "It is not impossible to narrate and discuss, but your problem is that you are too hypocritical. For example, last year's real question was to interpret language transmission, what did you write...'I often feel the power of language, which makes me toss and turn at night, and it is difficult to sleep'..."

He stopped reading halfway through and looked at his boyfriend.

"..."

Meng Xi also blushed when he said that.

I didn't feel it when I wrote it, but I only wanted to impress the reviewers (including but not limited to Song Huai). Now that I read it, it really looks like a young girl's youth magazine reading, hypocritical.

"There is another very important point."

Song Huai used a red pen to draw a large and bright circle on the answer sheet, "I have seen that you used Lin Huiyin in all four of your compositions. Sometimes it was relevant and sometimes it was a thousand miles away."

"Lin Huiyin is also considered a popular candidate for the composition of the college entrance examination. But," he said directly, "your selection of materials is either too small and leads to rote, or too popular, not wrong but not eye-catching. And the teachers are very good at it. Lin Huiyin has mixed reputation and reputation, and the risk is too great. If you have no other reasons, I suggest you change to a universal formula."

Meng Xi didn't speak for a long time. After Song Huai finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at him for a long time before hearing him say softly, "There is no other reason... Lin Huiyin is a famous architect, and I admire her a lot."

Song Huai was also silent for a while after listening.

He put down his pen, and suddenly realized that after this summer vacation, he seemed to have changed nothing, but Meng Xi was already different.

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