I suspect you are not a good student

Xie Chuhong was stunned for two seconds, then smiled.

Xie Hecheng pressed his temples on the opposite side of the partition: "The Chinese New Year next month, let him come too."

Xie Chuhong flatly refused: "No."

Xie Hecheng: "?"

Xie Chuhong was delighted to see him deflated: "That's my baby."

Xie Hecheng's veins twitched when he heard it.

I can't care about it, I can only convince myself that for the sake of easing the atmosphere between their father and son, I will let him live happily for a few more years.

The young man probably didn't realize how high the corners of his mouth were: "Uncle Zhou is quite right, I want to see you come out and see for yourself."

Seeing him like this, Xie Hecheng was both happy and bitter in his heart. In the end, he could only resign himself to his fate and smiled: "People really can't make mistakes."

When people make mistakes, they will be punished.

If so, so is Chu Hong.

"Changde said that you are afraid that you will make mistakes because of me."

"Actually, I was also afraid before, so I worked hard to make money, just because I didn't want you to be like me. It's best not to even have the concept of money."

Xie Chuhong lowered the corner of his mouth: "What do you mean..."

The man smiled bitterly: "You may not remember it anymore, you would find a place to save the pocket money I gave you when you were very young. I asked you why you want to save it, our family is not short of money, and you said you didn't either. I know, but I just want to save it."

Xie Hecheng can still clearly remember the fear in his heart at that time.

"Some people steal, not because they are poor, and some people desire money, not because of lack or greed. When I was your age, I already discovered that I may have a moral addiction in terms of 'money'."

Xie Chuhong tried to understand what the man said in the eyes of each other: "...You mean you have a moral addiction to make money?"

Xie Hecheng just continued: "At first I didn't think it was a big deal. Everyone said that I was a genius in business and I had all the qualities to make money, but when I realized it later, I had gone astray."

"The risk is directly proportional to the return. I dare to do what others dare not do, and I dare to do what others dare not to do."

"'Dare' is a terrible thing. I don't know awe, so I 'dare' everything."

Xie Chuhong heard his heart beating faster and faster, and his five fingers subconsciously tightened his knees.

"Changde said that having no money makes you anxious and insecure, but in fact, I know this is the lightest way to say it, because I used to be the same as you. I didn't have enough money, and I needed money to make money, otherwise I would have trouble sleeping and eating."

The man's voice from the microphone was deep, and every word hit Xie Chuhong's heart: "Does it mean that I also have problems..."

He initially found himself out of gregariousness because he couldn't find the same kind among his peers.

It seems that he is the only one who is selfish, indifferent and sensitive.

"You want me to tell you that you have problems too, so it's not your fault." Xie Hecheng pierced the boy's mind, "but no, this matter is still up to you. If you think you have, you have, you think You don't, you don't."

"Everyone has a wandering side in their hearts. The 'good' they show is not that they are born 'good', but they choose to be 'good', and the efforts they put in to be 'good' are invisible to us."

"It's like other people can't see your efforts for grades and my efforts for business. They only think we are smart."

The prison guard, who was always silent in the corner, quietly put the tissue in front of the boy.

Only then did Xie Chuhong realize that he was crying, and he was crying so hard that the tears dripped down on the table.

He'd longed to hear those words spoken to him for so long, too long to count the nights of tossing and self-doubt.

Seeing him like this, Xie Hecheng felt as if a needle had been pricked in his heart, which made him much more sad than his seven-year sentence.

These words have been held back in his heart for a long time, and he has always wanted to wait for the child to come to see him, but in the end, he waited for three years.

"As long as I think of your suffering, I can only be locked up here, and I can't sleep all night."

At first it was Yan Ruoruo, and later it was Zhou Changde. Everyone tried their best to let him "participate" in every bit of Xie Chuhong's changes.

Sometimes he hears Zhou Changde talking about the little Jiujiu who is a young man who has turned around a thousand times, and he thinks it's funny, but it's more envious than funny.

Xie Hecheng laughed at himself: "I might start paying off my debts when I go out, paying off the debts owed by your mother and when you sent you to Changde, and the debts they taught you and grew up with you."

If you don't know, you have to pay it back.

As a father, the crime of being absent from his child's growth is sentenced to life imprisonment.

The half-hour visit is over.

The prison guard on the other end took Xie Hecheng away according to the schedule, but the prison guard on the other end was not in a hurry to urge Xie Chuhong to go out, and continued to wait quietly in the corner playing with his mobile phone.

Xie Chuhong kept using the paper that was prepared for him on the table, and only after using half a stack did he say, "He has a really good relationship with you."

The prison guard raised his head in response, and the young man said, "Usually we don't release water, but 1168 has been here for three years, and this is the first time I've seen him like this."

Zhou Changde talked and laughed with the prison guards while waiting outside.

In fact, everyone knew that it was overtime, but they pretended not to notice and continued to chat enthusiastically.

Later, Xie Chuhong got up and went out, and asked the people who followed him in the aisle if they could still see it.

He knew that the toilet paper he used was not prepared at the beginning, but this person quietly went to the next room to get it.

The prison guard finally looked at his eyebrows and smiled: "You are really similar to 1168, and he often asks us if our faces are clean."

"Then am I clean?"

"He's more handsome than when he came here."

Zhou Changde didn't ask him what he talked about when he saw him, but simply greeted the prison guards.

It is said that the children have a holiday on 28, so the next time they come may be soon, in a few days.

Qiuyun and Zhou Shiyi are full of wine and food in the coffee shop.

When Xie Chuhong passed by, he took the initiative to make fun of Qiuyun, saying that his father was in a panic now and felt that he would not know them for the rest of his life.

Qiu Yun stretched out her hand and patted Zhou Shiyi on the back of the head: "It's best not to know, otherwise we'll be in a panic because of his cabbage, and we'll be panicked, so we don't need to explain."

Xie Chuhong looked at his brother's slumped black face and smiled.

At that time, Zhou Shiyi saw that he was heartless, and subconsciously thought that the visit to the prison was quite pleasant.

In the end, when the door of their room was closed at night, Xie Chuhong stepped on his slippers and went to pull out the scoring notebook that he hadn't used since he took the exam.

Pull his arm and ask him to help write two sentences on the last page.

Zhou Shiyi held his pen and wondered, "What are you writing?"

Xie Chuhong opened his mouth to speak but stopped, as if there was something he couldn't speak, he grabbed a piece of draft paper and said, "I'll write it, and you can copy it for me, copy it on."

His right hand had already been fully recovered, and Zhou Shiyi and he were head to head, huddled together under the lamp, and read word by word.

- "Sometimes you feel that life is hard because you can't make mistakes."

- "But hard work is not a shackle, but a proof of your kindness."

Zhou Shiyi was stunned for two seconds after reading: "Is this... Uncle said today?"

In his imagination, Xie Hecheng was inexplicably a decisive person, but why did he turn out to be a poet?

Xie Chuhong patted his neck from behind and nodded.

Zhou Shiyi took a pen and copied it, and asked him, "Why don't you write it yourself?"

Xie Chuhong kissed him hard on the face twice: "It must be because my baby handwriting is better than mine."

"There's something wrong with you. The baby was a few days ago, but it's a baby today."

"I'm going to be on vacation soon, but I'm not happy."

After the yuan tune ended, Bai Siming's heart sank when he saw this group of people who didn't live up to expectations.

I suffer in the classroom every day.I would rather stare at the ring on his hand and study it endlessly than take a second look at the textbook.

The leader among them was Director Tang.

He knew about his group of colleagues as soon as he changed his WeChat avatar. Director Tang was not as keen as them, but he also started to observe secretly from the first day he wore the ring.

On the pretext that Yuan Tiao did well in their class exam, he wandered into the office.

"Although Chuhong is still the first in the grade this time, the gap with No.2 is very small, and the ranking in the province has also dropped. Isn't he feeling uncomfortable?"

Bai Siming knew at a glance that the ulterior motives were not about drinking: "If you have anything to ask, just ask directly, without going around in circles."

If you are really worried about Xie Chuhong, you should go to him and ask him on the first day when the report card comes out. How can you wait until the last day before the holiday, when everyone is getting ready to get off work.

Director Tang chuckled, and before he opened his mouth, Duan Heng, who was packing up his things, had already said it for him, in a tone of arrogance: "Isn't it that our old Bai has a second spring? How normal is that?" , to see how strange you are."

Director Tang: "But the speed is too fast, and the certificate was obtained without any news?"

Another teacher in the language group: "What kind of certificate do you get, and where do you get it?"

"I've bought new rings, so I don't have to finish getting the certificate."

Because the rings that Bai Siming wears every time are very valuable, Director Tang still remembers them vividly.

Another teacher waved his hand: "Forget it, you won't understand what happened to us young people."

Director Tang: "?"

Director Tang felt that his "authority" of reading novels for many years had been challenged: "You young people? I'm only ten years older than Teacher Bai!"

But everyone still let him yell and refused to reveal more.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Bai Siming's mouth.

Everyone was shocked when they found his new WeChat avatar at first, but it was the torment of his "ex-wife" that was deeply rooted in people's hearts. Everyone would rather understand that he has too much ptsd and find a man, and don't want him to continue to be obsessed with it.

Bai Siming estimated that even if he confessed that he was alone from beginning to end, no one would believe him.

When he packed up his things and promised to take Duan Heng home, he planned to go directly to the parking lot, but Duan Heng suddenly patted his arm from the side.

"Hey, hey, that, isn't that the parent of that so-and-so, why don't the two of you go out, but go to your class?"

Bai Siming listened to him for a long time and didn't know who it was. He put on the glasses he had taken off before he could see clearly. The people who came into the classroom from the other side of the corridor turned out to be Sister Yao and Xu Heshen.

Although Duan Heng didn't know the details of this relationship, he knew a little bit about it: "Wow, I really called Xie Chuhong out of the classroom. It couldn't be for revenge!"

Bai Siming had just finished saying "impossible" and told him not to be careless, when Sister Yao raised her hand and pressed the back of Xu Heshen's neck, and bowed fiercely to Xie Chuhong while holding him down.

The suddenness of the incident frightened those passing by carrying bags and happily preparing to go home for vacation.