what is the relationship between us

The High School Attached to Normal University requires military training before school starts, and the assembly is at 06:30 every day.In this way, children living in school should relax and sleep a little longer in the morning.But commuting students like Meng Xinci are more tired. After standing in the military posture and kicking the goose step for a whole day, they can't lift their legs.

Meng Xinci could fall asleep while sitting on the bus. He slept too soundly on the first day and didn't hear the station announcement. When he woke up, he had already sat for two or three stops.Meng Xinci couldn't bear to go back to the station opposite if he had to spend another time by car, so he could only grit his teeth and walk back.

The calf was sore and swollen, and Meng Xinci struggled with every step.When I walked to the gate of the community, I almost wanted to lie on the ground.

"Xinci, go faster, the food is getting cold." Wan Junxiu saw Meng Xinci from a distance, and the child dragged along step by step, listlessly.Wan Junxiu knew that he was tired, so he called him hastily.

Meng Xinci heard Wan Junxiu calling him, so he raised his spirits and ran a few steps, "Why are you sitting at the gate of the community, are you waiting for me?"

Wan Junxiu nodded, and asked Meng Xinci to take off his schoolbag and put it on his lap.Wan Junxiu looked at him like this, and complained in his heart that he was a fool, and he didn't go to class on the first day of school to carry a schoolbag. Although there were not many things in the schoolbag, it was tiring enough to carry it after a tiring day.

Junior high school ends at six o'clock, and now it's past seven o'clock. Wan Junxiu reheated the dishes at home over and over again, and finally couldn't sit still so he came to the gate of the community and waited, so that he could see his children as soon as possible.

Meng Xinci put the schoolbag on Wan Junxiu's lap and pushed Wan Junxiu home. He said he had explained the reason to Wan Junxiu.

He said: "Don't wait for me in the future, you can eat the rice when it is cooked, and you can eat it when I come back."

Wan Junxiu was afraid that Meng Xinci's schoolbag would fall, so he held the schoolbag firmly with both arms, and said with a smile, "It's just the two of us, what else should we eat first and then eat later? Waiting for you to come back."

After the start of the new semester, Meng Xinci will go to school for self-study earlier than in elementary school, and he doesn't want Wan Junxiu to get up early to make breakfast for him.Wan Junxiu was also reluctant to have Meng Xinci come back for lunch after being so far away, the only chance left for the father and father to sit down and eat together was this dinner, Wan Junxiu was reluctant to let Meng Xinci come back for a cold meal.

During the meal, Wan Junxiu inevitably had to ask a few more questions. He didn't attend the parent-teacher meeting earlier, so he didn't know what was going on in the class.

He asked Meng Xinci: "Have you met your new classmates? Are you still used to it?"

Meng Xinci was probably extremely hungry, and his cheeks were bulging with his head buried in the rice.Wan Junxiu asked him a question, and he could only nod his head to deal with it.

Wan Junxiu simmered some bone broth today, and kept it on the stove for Meng Xinci.When he came back, he took out a bowl of soup to dry.Wan Junxiu stretched out his hand to check the wall of the bowl, and it was no longer so hot, so he pushed the bowl in front of Meng Xinci, "Eat slowly, you won't be able to digest it if you eat so fast."

Meng Xinci picked up the bowl and took a sip, the tip of his tongue was tingling, he jumped up and ran to the pool to drink water to rinse his mouth.

Wan Jun was not good at cultivating his mind, so he was busy turning the wheelchair behind him.Anxious, he frowned and asked him, "What's wrong? Did you get burned?"

Meng Xinci took a few sips of cold water and turned around when he felt much better.It's not a complaint, but it's hard to hide the physical discomfort: "Yeah, that soup is too hot, I think my tongue must have blisters."

Meng Xinci stuck out his tongue, and Wan Junxiu took a look, it was true, the tip of the tongue was densely packed with little red dots, it hurts just looking at it.

"I touched it just now. It's not hot, so I pushed it in front of you. It's hard to eat and drink for several days. I'm sorry, uncle's hand perception is not as good as others, which caused you to be burned."

Usually when taking care of Meng Xinci, it is not as easy as it seems to outsiders.Wan Junxiu would do this every time he failed to take good care of Meng Xinci due to his own health, blaming himself and feeling guilty.

Meng Xinci didn't take it seriously, waved his hands and said: "It's okay, didn't you just burn your tongue, it will be fine tomorrow."

Wan Junxiu still blamed himself, and his voice was low: "From now on, if uncle gives you something especially hot, you have to blow it yourself and make sure it's not hot before you put it in your mouth."

"Oh, I know, okay, it's probably cold. Didn't you simmer it for me? I haven't drunk it yet. Let's eat."

When the two of them picked up their chopsticks again, Meng Xinci boasted that today's soup was delicious, neither salty nor weak, and Wan Junxiu laughed again.

He thought of something, and explained to Meng Xinci: "On Friday, you go to get a certificate with the class teacher, and on Saturday, you go to get a bus card. Don't you have a student card? The kind of bus that is cheap, if you come across today That way you won’t be reluctant to drive back.”

While slowly chewing the food in his mouth, Meng Xinci thought for a while that he would take the bus to and from school in the future, and it would be good to have one, so he agreed.

"Are there many other commuting students in your school who take the bus?"

Meng Xinci thought for a while, and answered Wan Junxiu: "There are, but not many. There are many who ride bicycles to and from school by themselves, and some take them home."

He also laughed, and continued with disdain: "How grown up, I still need to pick up and drop off."

Meng Xinci didn't say that the classmate standing next to him today came to pick him up by car. The car was a sign that Meng Xinci had never seen before, but it was very expensive at first glance.

Meng Xinci had eaten, washed the dishes obediently, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.After being washed by the hot water, I felt even more sleepy, and I nestled on the sofa and didn't want to move.His eyes were flickering, and he was about to fall asleep.

Wan Junxiu was worried that he would catch a cold, but he didn't want to disturb him. He wanted him to sleep for a while, and urged him to go to sleep in the room after the sleepiness for a while was over.He picked up the blanket covering his lap and covered the child, and saw the blisters on Meng Xinci's feet.

Wan Junxiu looked at the child's feet, then turned the wheelchair to the TV cabinet and dug out the small medicine box at home.

Meng Xinci fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt a coolness on his feet, and couldn't help but want to shrink his feet into the blanket.Wan Junxiu hastily raised his hand and patted him lightly.

With a cotton swab in his mouth, his speech was slurred, and Meng Xinci could understand what it meant: "Don't move, or you will hurt when you walk tomorrow."

Meng Xinci knew it was Wan Junxiu, so he stopped moving.He just twisted slightly, changed his position and continued to sleep, allowing him to help him apply the medicine.

Standing and stepping all day, Meng Xinci's calf was swollen.Wan Junxiu applied the medicine for him, and spat out the cotton swab in his mouth.Holding the medicinal wine in both hands, he poured some on Meng Xinci's calf, and moved his palms to help him massage.

He usually doesn't use much strength in his palm, but this kind of strength is just right for a child.

Step by step, bit by bit, slowly move and knead Meng Xinci's calf.

The smell of medicinal wine was pungent, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. Meng Xinci wrinkled his nose and muttered: "Brush nose."

Wan Junxiu said in a low voice: "You have to rub it well, and you will be comfortable tomorrow. Be patient, uncle will blow and rub it for you, and the smell will dissipate after a while."

He usually uses the palm and the heel of both hands to do things. After a long time, a thin layer of calluses has formed on the heel of the palm.This will touch Meng Xinci's skin, which is not soft.

But the owner of the palm is gentle, and the strength is gentle, even the cool air that comes out of his mouth is gentle.

Meng Xinci was very greedy, when Wan Junxiu dried up the medicinal wine and stopped, Meng Xinci complained: "Why don't you blow it up."

After the military exercise was reported on Friday morning, the military training was over, and Meng Xinci and his group of freshmen, who had been in the sun for a whole week, could finally enter the classroom.

There are fifteen classes in the first grade, and Meng Xinci is in the seventh class, which is considered to be in the middle of the grade.Some came directly from the primary school attached to the Normal University, some got in like Meng Xinci, and some got in after paying the tuition fee or sponsorship fee.

Generally speaking, the quality of the students in the class is not good, and the teachers assigned are naturally not the backbone.Meng Xinci knew how much he would suffer during the entrance exam, so he didn't feel much regret in being assigned to this class.I just think that I can perform well in the mid-term meeting, at least I can enter the sixth class.

He jumped tall this year and sat in the back row.The first tablemate I met looked pleasing to the eye, a boy who was as cold and ruthless as him, and also tall and thin.In my spare time, I like to listen to MP3 with a pair of earphones, but I don’t like to talk much.

When Meng Xin resigned from class, he asked the head teacher to issue a certificate, and planned to apply for a student card tomorrow.

When the class teacher gave him the certificate, he glanced at his household registration book, and asked a lot: "Meng Xinci, what's the situation with you? This adoptive father is Li Rui, why is the emergency contact called Wan Junxiu again?"

At that time, there were other students in the class who were picking up books in the office. Hearing what the head teacher said, they all raised their heads and looked at him.

That kind of curious, watchful eyes gave Meng Xinci a chill.

He didn't answer directly, but just answered the class teacher in a low voice: "If you want to contact the parents, you can contact Wan Junxiu."

The head teacher also saw other students looking at them, and frowned at them and yelled at them: "Why are you standing there? Is the book clear? Go back to the classroom as soon as you are clear."

When the students heard the teacher scolding, they hurried out of the office with their books in their arms, and the office became much cleaner all of a sudden.

"Then who is this Wan Junxiu?" The class teacher looked carefully at Meng Xinci's file, and found that the child's family environment was very chaotic and he was not a local.

Students with poor grades, chaotic family relationships, and no idea how to get into the middle school attached to the teacher, such a student, can't they go to a community middle school honestly?

Meng Xinci frowned, hating other people's interrogation, but he couldn't stand that he was the head teacher, so he answered honestly: "Wan Junxiu is my uncle, and I actually live with him. It's just that he is special, Not meeting the conditions for adoption."

"Minimum guarantee household?" the head teacher blurted out.

Meng Xinci frowned even tighter, already displeased: "No, it's just that he is in poor health."

Seeing Meng Xinci like this, the class teacher already decided in his heart that it was just as he had guessed.He picked up the water glass, took a sip of the tea, and said with a sneer, "I mean, I won't come to the parents' seminar when the school starts. That's all right, the proof is ready, and I can get it from the printer myself."

Meng Xinci breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left, making up his mind that before the end of the semester, he must go to another class. The teacher in this class is sick and seriously ill.

The class teacher was still behind and said as if chatting with other teachers: "Some parents are also unclear, thinking that they can get ahead if they work hard to pass the junior high school exam. Isn't this a joke? , University is even more so. I won’t talk about whether I can pass the exam, but if I pass the exam, I can’t pay the tuition fees and go to work, isn’t it a waste of effort.”

The other teachers sneered and did not respond.

"Teacher!" Meng Xinci suddenly turned around and yelled loudly, interrupting the teacher in charge.

The homeroom teacher stared blankly at Meng Xinci, who had a cold face, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Meng Xinci suddenly laughed and said, "I'm sure I can go to college smoothly."