Jiaojiu Nuanyang

Fang Kun had only been in Zhenxing for a week, when teacher Huang, the class teacher, called Chen Jingdong's cell phone.

When Chen Jingdong heard the self-report over there, his scalp tingled, and his first reaction was, didn't this kid fight at school again?No, last night until 09:30 the make-up teacher left. On the way to send the bastard home, Fang Kun also said that their class was pretty good.

Teacher Huang is also very direct and doesn't beat around the bush: "You are Fang Kun's relative, representing his parents, right? , The feedback given to me is relatively consistent, Fang Kun probably didn't even master the knowledge points in the first semester of junior high school. In other words, he couldn't keep up with the progress and homework of our class at all and couldn't complete it."

Chen Jingdong felt guilty: "Mr. Huang, thank you very much for your concern. In fact, Fang Kun was in the eighteenth middle school before, and the study atmosphere there was really not good. The teachers of each subject take turns to help him catch up with the progress, you see..."

"Is it a make-up class?" Teacher Huang breathed out: "I have to say something about this. Fang Kun may be too tired at night, and he dozed off in class these two days. I can see that his subjective intention is not to want to sleep , but if a person is too tired, the will can’t be the master. The first class yesterday afternoon was my class, and he nodded sleepily. Then he bumped his head on the table, making a loud noise, and the students in the class laughed for a long time.”

Chen Jingdong himself has only been back from the army to set up his own family for a year. How can he have such experience in raising children?Listening to the head teacher talking one by one, I feel distressed and helpless.The feeling that my own child has been wronged is lingering.

Fang Kun's self-esteem is particularly strong.Chen Jingdong could almost imagine the shame and embarrassment that the child would have felt when he bumped into the table because of sleepiness and was laughed at by other students.

Teacher Huang finally gave a suggestion: "Actually, I suggest that no matter from which point of view, it is the best choice for Fang Kun to re-read from the first grade of junior high school. Being responsible for the child is conducive to building his self-confidence. Of course, there is no need to Such a large number of make-up classes to catch up with the progress. At this age, physical strength, sleep and nutrition, if you can’t keep up with any one, reading will be very hard.”

After get off work in the evening, go back to Mother Chen to check in as usual, eat, read, and accompany me.

With Mr. Huang's phone call today, Chen Jingdong was more careful, sitting diagonally behind, looking at the two people at the desk who made up lessons from time to time.

Fang Kun looked very tired, so he tried his best to follow the teacher's train of thought.Within half an hour, even Chen Jingdong, a layman, could notice that his efficiency was low, his mind was confused, and the teacher began to answer nonsense questions and talk nonsense.

Chen Jingdong finally realized that Fang Kun was not his soldier, and he couldn't use the way of training special forces to demand him.Even though people's potential is unlimited, at present, it is not enough to rely on willpower alone to persevere.

First politely called a timeout to send the teacher away, Chen Jingdong looked at Fang Kun with a little panic in his eyes, sighed silently, stood up and made a suggestion: "Go down and run for a couple of laps?"

It was less than nine o'clock, and there were neighbors walking their dogs in the community.

Fang Kun wrapped his coat tightly and shivered violently: "Brother, let's go to the school, the playground over there is exciting to run."

Dongzhuan is hundreds of meters away from their community, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there.

"Have you finished your homework today?" Chen Jingdong hesitated and asked.

"Brother," Fang Kun lowered his head and lowered his voice: "I told you not to be angry. No, no, you can be angry, but don't be disappointed in me. Our teacher said that it is very difficult for me to complete homework at my current level. , I don’t need to hand in my homework.”

"All subjects?" Chen Jingdong stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man, getting out of the way of a rushing Erha.

Fang Kun hummed: "I handed in my homework for two days, and then Teacher Huang came to talk to me. The other teachers should have let her go."

I feel very uncomfortable, and I can't yell out that kind of aggrieved.Chen Jingdong patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, let's go and run for a few laps."

The main gate was locked, and the old porter pretended to be deaf and dumb, so he couldn't come out.

It was rare for Chen Jingdong to do something that broke the rules, taking the children over the fence of the playground.It vaguely seems to have returned to the era of recruits and assassins.

The wind was very cold, but the two of them were running hot all over.Moreover, it is not only the body that is hot, but also a heart that has nowhere to vent its restlessness and depression.

Chen Jingdong was like this, not to mention Fang Kun who was in it.

On the 400-meter plastic standard runway, Chen Jingdong's pediatrician accompanied him to run five laps, and followed Fang Kun as if playing, like a stroll in the courtyard.By the sixth lap, Fang Kun, who had been trying to be brave and refused to show weakness, slowed down, his panting became disordered, and there was a heavy sound, as if he had fallen into the water wetly.

Chen Jingdong raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, turned around from trotting backwards, and suddenly accelerated: "If you are tired, take a rest, don't sit down, and walk around."

The crescent moon in the sky was covered with a layer of mist, which was not very real, and even the light on the ground was hazy.The street lights on this side of the playground are all turned off, and only a dark outline can be seen in a place farther away, and nothing can be discerned.

Chen Jingdong ran very fast, holding his breath with all his strength, no matter what he didn't care, he almost rushed to his death according to his peak state when he was in Feiying.The cold wind of early winter blows on the face, and when it is strong, it will be strong and if it is weak, it will be weak.Chen Jingdong only felt happy.

He couldn't explain why, if he didn't let the anger out today, he might not be able to sleep well at night.

After a lap, Fang Kun was still running.The speed slowed down but did not stop.Passing by, Chen Jingdong could see the glistening beads of sweat on his forehead.

When the second lap overlapped, the stubborn boy was still running.Panting like an old cow in its dying years, with one hand still on his waist, I don't know if it's a stroke.

On the third lap, Fang Kun was almost at a slow speed, struggling to the death.His legs were dangling, and he refused to give up with only one breath.

Chen Jingdong slowed down, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and said with a panting voice, "Okay, walk around with me."

In the dark night, Fang Kun let out a short response, similar to choking.

The two walked around in silence for half a circle, and then Fang Kun said in a low voice: "Brother, are you disappointed in me? I want to study hard, and I really won't lie to you. But I can't listen."

Stretching out his hand to rub the boy's short hair, his hands were wet.When the wind blows, it gets cold quickly.

"Not disappointed." Chen Jingdong said: "Fang Kun, I know you are working hard, but there is no result yet, don't worry."

Like a restless bull in a bullring suddenly finding the exit, Fang Kun’s voice was full of impatience and panic: “How can I not be in a hurry? I’m trying to make a fool of myself! My brain is not good, the worst in the class The students are all better than me, I am working hard but they are working hard as well! The gap between us is always there, we can’t catch up!”

"Fang Kun, listen to me." Chen Jingdong grabbed his arm with both hands and looked into his eyes face to face: "I don't blame you, and I don't ask you to have a certain level in the class. I want to ask you, The last time. Your teacher Huang called me today. I mentioned her opinion before, asking you to reread it from the first day of junior high school. This way you won’t have to work so hard, and you’ll still—”

"No! I won't re-read!" The teardrops in the eyes fell in circles. The young man felt ashamed, lowered his head and dodged left and right: "I won't re-read!"

"That's fine." Chen Jingdong clumsily wiped his tears with his sleeve: "No re-reading. Fang Kun, let's not re-read. Don't worry, I'll ask someone later. Let's find a safe and scientific learning method and catch up slowly. Just try to catch up before graduating from junior high school."

On the empty and deserted playground, there was only the occasional choking sound of the teenager, which was quickly blown away by the wind.

"Brother, why are you so nice to me?" Sniffing, Fang Kun muttered embarrassingly: "What if you don't care about me one day, what should I do? Really, it always makes people cry..."

"I won't ignore you." Chen Jingdong said solemnly, "I'll always take care of you until you get annoyed."

The child laughed through his tears, half-twisted his body, with a peculiar awkwardness at this age: "I'm not bothered."

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For the sake of Fang Kun's study, the four members of the Chen family specially held a meeting, taking advantage of the boy's time to go home after studying at night.

Lin Qian, sister-in-law of Chen Jingdong, is a high-achieving student at University A. She just finished her MBA course last year: "Learning should be done step by step and accumulated over time, and methods are also very important. If you use the right learning methods, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Chen Jingxi had just returned from the entertainment, his face was still blushing slightly: "My wife is right."

Seeing his mother and younger brother turning their unkind eyes together, Chen Jingxi immediately surrendered: "My attitude is wrong and I apologize. You first say that I am sober, and my mind is like a pot of porridge right now."

Chen's mother was worried: "Xiao Kun is a strong kid. I saw him more than once when I went in to deliver snacks at night. He was so sleepy that he pinched his hands under the table. You said that the child is working hard now, and he is tired enough to go to school during the day. I have to go back to tutoring at night. I feel distressed when I look at it."

Chen Jingdong is straightforward, looking for a solution without talking about emotional appeals: "Fang Kun refuses to repeat the first year of junior high school, so I can only find a way at the moment. There are a few things to accomplish. First, we must keep up with the progress of the class as soon as possible, at least to be able to understand in class The teacher gives lectures, and the homework can be completed independently. Second, you can’t engage in fatigue battles. Do it too late at night, and doze off all day during the day, the gain outweighs the gain. Third, nutrition and physical strength must keep up. The teacher said.”

Chen's mother was in a hurry: "Leave the nutrition problem to me, I can do it."

Chen Jingxi tapped the table thoughtfully with his index finger: "Dongzi, I think, although Zhenxing is only five or six stops away from here, after all, the traffic time spent on the road every day will not be less than one morning and one night. Hours. For Xiao Kun at this moment, it is a race against time. How about—”

"Let Fang Kun live with you." Lin Qian almost said the same thing as Chen Jingxi.

Chen's mother voted against: "No, no. Look at your brother, he can't take care of himself well. If Xiao Kun lives there, the two of them will starve to death?"

"Mom," Chen Jingxi smiled: "Can't you order takeaway even if you don't know how to cook? How do you live every day as a Dongzi?"

"That doesn't work either." Mother Chen insisted stubbornly: "You all said just now that Xiaokun needs to replenish his body now. If you want to do takeout, you still have to make food at home, which is solid and nutritious."

Chen Jingdong was still hesitating, but Lin Qian didn't know what was going on inside, so she asked tentatively, "This is almost the same as living in school. Can Xiaokun's aunt agree?"

Several people were silent for a while, Chen Jingdong had no choice but to take up the conversation with a sigh: "I'll ask his aunt first."

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"Okay! Why not?! That's right, it's just too much trouble for you." Fang Li expressed gratitude: "Jingdong, I don't even know how to thank you..."

"It's nothing, I didn't help much." Chen Jingdong hurriedly grabbed the conversation.He was afraid to listen to Fang Li's words: "There is no student dormitory in Zhenxing Junior High School. If Fang Kun can pass the exam in senior high school, it will be more convenient to live on campus."

"Wait for me." Fang Li stood up from the chair, walked quickly into the inner room.After 2 minutes, he came out again, and took a small roll of pink banknotes to Chen Jingdong: "It's not much money, and I don't know it's not enough. It's just a little thought. Xiaokun, I'm begging you. Jingdong, we were classmates when we were in school." , I knew you were very reliable. You don't like to talk, but you have a very kind heart..."

Chen Jingdong almost ran away in the end.