you have to talk to me

This is the first time Mr. Feng has worked so hard for his son's studies.At first, he was looking for a senior consultant from an overseas study institution to come back and talk to Feng Jimeng. First, Feng Jimeng didn't see anyone at all, and second, applying to world-class universities step by step requires not only excellent high school grades, but also special skills or special experiences, etc. Come for the icing on the cake.

Although his current academic performance is not bad, but his previous grades were too poor. He has completely forgotten about the rugby violin he learned when he was a child, after staying in Hongcheng for so many years.Even if money is spent, this road will not go smoothly.At this time, Feng Changxiong finally realized that he had neglected his son all these years.

It doesn't matter if you ignore it for a while, he can still make up for it.Mr. Feng found another way and found a private international high school in Shanghai.This high school is jointly run by foreign colleges and universities. Every year, there are several recommended places for exemption from examinations, and the schools that are connected to it also include several world-renowned universities such as the University of California and the University of Pennsylvania.

Feng Changxiong spent a lot of money to establish a relationship, and wanted to get Feng Jimeng to study in that school, and then go directly to the recommended channel for exemption from the exam.This is the easiest and quickest way to transform from a domestic second-rate college student into a world-class top student. Although it makes the father suffer a little, it should be done.

But instead of being grateful for his painstaking arrangements, Feng Jimeng said indifferently: "I won't go."

"What did you say?"

Feng Changxiong thought that Feng Jimeng's previous refusal was just a fear of difficulty, so the father used money to get through the most difficult part.He only needs to stay in a school with a good environment for one full year, and then he can enter a top school smoothly.Feng Changxiong also wondered if it would be hard for Feng Jimeng to live alone for a year, and whether he should let his mother go and accompany him, even though he also knew that He Xianglan was useless for anything.But later I heard that Feng Jimeng chose to live on campus this semester, and this last worry was dispelled.But Feng Jimeng refused.

"Why don't you go, your reason?"

"No reason, I don't want to go."

This contradictory tone annoyed Feng Changxiong, who had planned to speak carefully.

"Feng Jimeng, do you know how much money your father spent to get you a spot, don't be ignorant."

"It's not the money I asked you to spend."

"You..." Feng Changxiong raised his eyes to look at Feng Jimeng who was half a head taller than him standing in front of him, realized that the child was already very big, and managed to suppress his anger.

"You will be 19 soon, have you ever thought about your future? If you don't go to Shanghai or go abroad, where will you go in the future?"

"I can go to university by myself, and I can go wherever I pass the exam."

Feng Changxiong sarcastically said "hehe" twice: "I know you passed more than 300 people in the monthly exam this time, and you are fifth in the class, so you think you can do it?"

"Don't say that your grades are nothing in Hongzhong. Hongzhong is not ranked among the good schools in Ning City. If you break the sky, you can be admitted to an ordinary college in China. I worked hard to create conditions for you. , so that you can go to a world-class university to learn more, but if you insist on wasting your life in a third-rate university in China, do you think everyone has this qualification?"

Feng Jimeng still said the same words: "I don't need it." Then he choked on his father, "I study in Hongzhong, and you sent me here."

At the beginning, in order to make it easier to steal someone, he abandoned his wife and son and sent the mother and daughter back to their hometown.He Xianglan is a heartless person, as long as she has money to spend and doesn't divorce her, she will just talk about it, but actually she doesn't care about anything.But Feng Jimeng was different, the child was too thoughtful, and he still hated himself.

Facing such a big son, he knew that fooling around would not work, so he showed a very remorseful look.

"Mengmeng, Dad sent you back because he had his own reasons, and now he regrets it. You see, I spent so much energy and money, it was not for the best education for you, for your own good. You two My sister, I definitely don't have the energy to do these things, and it will all depend on their own good fortune in the future. But you are different, son. I made mistakes before, and Dad will make up for you in the future."

If this had been said five years earlier, Feng Jimeng might have really forgiven his father, understood his difficulties, and listened to him.It's a pity that growing up is a cruel thing. It makes you understand the truth, and it makes you unable to deceive yourself.

"Look at packing up your things, and take a moment to say goodbye to your classmates and teachers. We'll be leaving in two days. I'll send you to school in person, and I'll arrange for you to have a meal with the principal and class teacher."

Feng Changxiong thought that since he had said this, Feng Jimeng's embarrassment should be over, he walked up to Feng Jimeng's side, and stretched out his hand to pull Feng Jimeng's arm.

Feng Jimeng dodged his father's hand subconsciously, and said again indifferently and irritably: "I said I won't go, I won't go after you say it several times, don't say it again."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the study room. Amidst his father's violent shouts, he went upstairs without looking back and slammed the door.

Feng Chang's ambition sank, he thought he could persuade Feng Jimeng in one go, but he didn't expect to encounter such a big nail.Annoyance was anger, but he couldn't figure it out at all, it was a good thing no matter how you looked at it, why did Feng Jimeng refuse outright, there was no room for negotiation.Are you still working against him?Originally thought that after dyeing his hair and knowing how to study in class, this child would be a little more sensible.

For so many years, he really didn't know what was going on in his son's mind.He didn't have time to study his son's brain, so he flew back to Shenzhen early the next day because of the company's business.

But Feng Jimeng was not liberated because of this, his father handed over the job to his mother, lost his temper with He Xianglan, and asked her to persuade Feng Jimeng to go abroad.If she can't be persuaded, then she shouldn't stay in Feng's house, and get out of the house together with her worthless son.

He Xianglan saw that Feng Changxiong was being serious, and was really angry that Feng Jimeng was so against him.She finally made up her mind to persuade Feng Jimeng why she didn't go.

Feng Jimeng couldn't treat his mother as coldly and violently as he did to his father, he just said that he didn't want to go, and after asking a few more times, he had no choice but to stop talking.

After another day of delay, I returned to school on the [-]th, and the teacher had finished explaining all the test papers for the monthly exam.

Bai Lan took the corrected test paper to Feng Jimeng to check the answers and copy notes, and asked him, "Where did you go yesterday?"

"go home."

"What's wrong, are you sick?"

"No, my dad wants to send me abroad."

"Are you going abroad?"

"Not out."

"Brother Meng has a personality." Bailan gave him a thumbs up, and asked in confusion, "Why don't you come out? You can be relieved if you go out."

"I don't want to be free, okay?"

"...You bull."

After a moment of silence, Feng Jimeng asked, "Why didn't you write on purpose?"

"I don't have time to write."

Feng Jimeng glanced at her sideways: "It's not that I didn't see you writing Chinese papers, the speed is faster than a dog's plane."

"...Fuck you." Bai Lan sighed, "There are many reasons, can you imagine that you are surrounded by bullies? The pressure is too great, it is not good for your body to recover. I don't want to get too close to Zhang Jiarui, just That's pretty good. Besides, I can't bear to part with you."

Feng Jimeng squinted at her again: "Or I'll tell Zhang Jiarui that you deliberately didn't write essays and didn't enter the rocket class because you couldn't bear me."

Bailan curled her lips: "You're really boring."

"Then what are you going to do in the future? You can't leave the test papers unfinished every time, right?"

"I told Teacher Wu that I won't take the monthly exam in the future."

"Brother Lan is awesome."

It happened to be Sunday, and there was a half-day holiday in the afternoon.Because Feng Jimeng was at home the day before, the study group failed to organize him, and the study location was set at Zhang Jiarui's home, so Feng Jimeng was temporarily excluded.

After school, he went back to the dormitory to pack some dirty clothes, and went to Yang Fan's house with two collections of wrong questions.He said he was going to eat at noon, and Yang Fan made it ready and waited for him.

The two sat face to face on both sides of the square table, with a sumptuous meal in the middle, but only the sound of chopsticks touching the plate and chewing, Yang Fan was extremely silent.

Looking at Yang Fan's expression, Feng Jimeng didn't seem to be unhappy, but the atmosphere between the two of them was obviously not right.

Feng Jimeng had nothing to say: "Today's steamed fish is so tender and delicious."

"Steaming for 8 minutes is just right," Yang Fan moved the plate in front of him, "Eat more if you like."

Feng Jimeng took two bites and put down his chopsticks: "Brother, are you not happy today?"

"No, maybe I'm a little tired in the morning. I'll take a nap in a while, and you can entertain your classmates when you come over."

"They didn't come today, I wasn't at school yesterday, so they excluded me."

Yang Fan nodded, he finished eating, put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Eat quickly."

"Go and take a nap, I'll wash the dishes later."

Yang Fan took a shower and lay on the bed. He was indeed a little sleepy, not because he was too tired from work in the morning, but because he hardly fell asleep last night.

Feng Jimeng said that he had something to do when he came home, because Yang Fan felt uneasy when his father came back, and he probably knew the purpose of Feng Jimeng's father's return home.Feng Jimeng didn't contact him all day the next day. If it wasn't for the fear that his phone would be monitored by his parents, Yang Fan almost couldn't resist calling him.

The thing he was most worried about really came, and it was caught off guard, and it came much sooner than he expected. He had naively thought that they still had at least a year to live.He wanted to know when Feng Jimeng would leave, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that this bad intuition would become the truth.

Hearing that Feng Jimeng had finished washing the dishes, he walked over and pushed open the door of his room.Yang Fan lay down with his back to the door, Feng Jimeng walked towards him, squeezed into the narrow bed left behind him, and put his arms around Yang Fan's waist.

Yang Fan turned over, leaned against the wall, and put his arms around Feng Jimeng to prevent him from falling.

Feng Jimeng nestled into his arms: "Brother, did I make you unhappy?"

"No, don't think about it."

"But I feel that you are not happy, why?"

Yang Fan was really not the kind of person who could hold back his words and thoughts, so he was silent for a while, and then asked, "Mengmeng, when are you leaving?"

"Go? Where?"

"Didn't your father come back just to take you away?"