REMIX

I stood up so loudly that the group of junior high school students who were playing and writing at the same time all looked at me in an instant.

It was only then that I noticed that my behavior was a bit inappropriate, whether it was in public or in front of Xia Jie.

Her hand was dangling in the air, grabbing my wrist, mistaking me for anger.

That expression made a soft pit in my heart, and the rush of fire just now was suppressed in good time, and I held her hand and squeezed it.

"mom."

I picked up the bento bag from the table, "Sentences like 'I will let you go to school even if you sell everything' are never touching."

I wanted to use this method to restore the messy situation, so I didn't give her a chance to respond, so I stood up and walked out.

"I am leaving."

At sunset, the sunset covered the busy streets, and the speakers at the entrance of the store sang love songs one after another. I blocked my ears tightly with a heavy bass, and walked through the streets that had been blessed by sycamore trees all summer.

The bus station had just pulled away a group of chattering office workers. I stood under the mottled advertisement stop sign, covered my face with one hand, and heavily suppressed the pent-up anger in my heart.

If only I could score more points in the exam.

The station where I got off was still a short distance from my house. I checked the time and called Gong Junye.

After two or three busy beeps, he picked it up, and there was the sound of turbulent vehicles on the other end. "Hello?"

I walked up the gently lit slope, licking my lips, which had been dried by the hot wind. "I... don't know if it's good news or bad news."

"Go ahead."

His voice, which was transmitted by the radio from the earpiece, was not as soft as when talking to my ears, but it was enough to soothe my depression at this time. "It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. It's me."

I walked into the corridor, and a pleasant shade fell on my head. "It's... a failure."

"It's ten books short, and I plan to stay in the local area and go to the university in the new area."

After listening to the scores I reported, he retorted aloud, "You did well in the exam, what kind of failure is this. It's just that you feel aggrieved by going to that school, and don't think about the other one?"

Nearly every word is implied, and he has a way.

I expected him to say that early on, but how could I rely on him for everything under the pretext of being weak like when I was young?

"No."

I opened the door and entered the house, bending over to change shoes. "I've made up my mind, you really don't need to help me."

There was also a helpless smile in his sigh, "Why?"

"I'm not asking you to keep me. I can settle these things by myself." I turned on the air conditioner in the living room, and lay sprawled on the sofa, with my head resting on the armrest and my phone covering the side of my face. in one breath.The room became very quiet as the temperature dropped.

"Nurture?" He got out of the car, and seemed to be walking in some empty building, with leisurely steps, which reminded me of his undisciplined and arrogant figure when he walked. Hobbies don't make tricky demands, 50 a month, come?"

"Huh?" I turned over and hugged a pillow face down, "It's too much, I'll watch movies with you part-time, drink afternoon tea, sing love songs and go to sleep."

He was surprised at first, and then seemed to know the taste, "The real person doesn't show his face, he can talk so much, the baby's mouth is too sweet, and the taste is also the same."

My face was a little hot, so I sat up quickly, grabbed the collar of my clothes and fanned it against the air outlet of the air conditioner, "...you have tasted it, please keep silent."

"Okay, am I good or not?"

"good."

——Obviously what I like is the mature part of him as an elder, but I don't hate this kind of childish behavior at all.

"The day after tomorrow, let's go watch a movie, drink afternoon tea, sing love songs and go to bed."

"it is good."

- Presumably this is "love".

Late at night, I was waiting for Xia Jie to get off work at the intersection. She brought a piece of cheesecake that I liked, and when she saw me, she stuffed it into my hand first.

I am afraid that the happiest child in the world is the one holding his mother with his left hand and the cake with his right hand.

The two of us didn't talk all the way, probably there are still some scratches left in our hearts from the day's events, and someone has to erase them by hand.If I had to wait for my mother to lower her posture and speak as if she had made a mistake, then I would be too ignorant as a son.

After entering the house, I lifted the transparent cover of the cake, made milk tea, invited her to sit in the living room, opened the enrollment brochure in front of her, and explained my opinions more calmly than in the afternoon.

"I remember everything you said before the college entrance examination." I said, "I know what I want, and I don't need you to make sacrifices for me. I am very grateful for that, but it will also be sad."

"I was careless, I didn't think about your feelings." She sat opposite, the hair dryer was buzzing and drying the washed hair, she compared with her fingers, and read the small entries in the admissions brochure one by one, "Say this , even if we get into this second class, we will get in with a clear conscience, and we can learn everywhere if we study hard... Besides, this school is not bad at all."

"Yes." I said, "Tuition fees are not expensive, and you can apply for a work-study program when the time comes, so we can live our lives as usual."

"Okay, okay..." She nodded as if she was convinced by me, "How many options are left?"

"Well," I pointed to the schools circled in red on the last two pages, all of which are in or around the province, but I am [-]% sure that I will stay here. "In case."

"Okay, I'll come back to be with you on the day you apply for volunteering." She stood up shaking the bath towel on her shoulders, and touched the top of my hair with emotion, "...It's okay if you don't want to, but it's a bit weird when you think about it." I can’t bear it. It’s better to be closer, I can see you if I want, and you don’t have to squeeze the train during the holidays... Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen those Spring Festival travels in previous years..."

I listened to what she said, and glanced at the mobile phone on the table, Gong Junye sent a text message.

"Come to my company the afternoon after tomorrow," an address was inserted in the middle, and there was another sentence, "Someone found me and said they wanted to see you."