what is the relationship between us

Meng Xinci hadn't cried for a long time. In fact, strictly speaking, he didn't encounter any major problems today. It was nothing more than that difficult test paper.

But the grievance, or embarrassment that had been suppressed for so long, was vented through this test paper.I have been crying all the time, but now I am outside, the big boy is so embarrassed, he has been biting his lip to prevent himself from crying.

Wan Junxiu pulled him, and he either flung him away or took a step back, anyway, he ignored Wan Junxiu.

Wan Junxiu was about to fall off the wheelchair, and he was so anxious that he finally thought about taking the tarpaulin out of the stand under the booth, and said to Meng Xinci: "Come on, help uncle cover the book, Let's go home. Come on,"

It's only after eight o'clock, and the night market is bustling. Going home now is tantamount to saying that you hardly make any money today, and Meng Xinci is reluctant.Reluctant to move, he hummed and said, "No...the night market has just opened, it's gone...it's a pity."

"Go home first, we won't set up a stall today." Wan Junxiu saw that Meng Xinci didn't move, so he could only ask Sister Li, who had been watching the excitement, to help spread the tarpaulin.

Wan Junxiu turned the wheelchair, stepped forward and gently rubbed Meng Xinci with his hand, "How about going home? Uncle is a little tired and wants to go home with you."

Meng Xinci nodded, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and subconsciously carried the basket of discs.

Along the way, Meng Xinci kept his head down and didn't speak. He was so angry and wronged before, and Wan Junxiu didn't dare to say anything. He wanted to go home and ask for clarification.

The only thing he didn't understand was that he said he didn't like the high school attached to the teacher, Wan Junxiu really didn't know what to do.

Could it be that I did something wrong and made random decisions for my children.

When the two returned home, Meng Xinci helped Wan Jun change his shoes and wipe the wheels of his wheelchair.As usual, you must go to the bathroom and wash your hands first. This will make you feel bad, so you don't care about washing your hands.

He casually threw his schoolbag on the sofa, stood upright in the middle of the living room and stared at Wan Junxiu without speaking, his eyes were still red.

"Come on, come here, tell uncle what's the matter?" Wan Junxiu waved at him, thinking of calling the child to him to ask him a question.

Not only did Meng Xinci not go there, but he took a step back and answered him word for word: "I won't go to the middle school attached to the teacher, I will go back to the community middle school."

"You have to go by yourself, I won't go anyway." Meng Xinci was afraid that Wan Junxiu would reach out to pull him again, or help him wipe his tears, so he took another big step back and hugged his hands.

As long as Wan Junxiu pulls him into his arms like before, today will be a failure.

Meng Xinci spoke absolutely, as if there was no room for negotiation.

Wan Junxiu felt depressed, and knew that his child was in a bad mood at the moment, so he couldn't go against him.He asked Meng Xinci: "May I know the reason? The High School Attached to the Normal University is the best school in the neighborhood. Don't you want to go to a good high school?"

"Have you ever asked me what I thought? You just listened to other people, and you said the teacher's high school is good, so you squeezed your head and tried to squeeze me in! But is it useful?"

It's okay not to say this, Meng Xinci was even more excited when he heard this, and he jumped up.

He walked to the sofa, took out the English exercise book from his schoolbag and threw it on Wan Junxiu, knocked on the exercise book vigorously and shouted: "What's the use? Is it useful? I can't write anything. There are so many in class." No, but everyone will, why should I go?"

Wan Junxiu bought the book cover two days ago and taught Meng Xinci to wrap the homework book together, which will be rattled by him.

This wasn't the first time Meng Xinci was angry, nor was it the first time he had lashed out at Wan Junxiu like this, but it was definitely the most angry Meng Xinci had ever done.

Wan Junxiu didn't know what to say, or he was frightened by his angry appearance, so he sat in the wheelchair in a daze, not daring to make a sound.

"Then can you tell Uncle what your plan is?" After a long time, Wan Junxiu could hold back a sentence, and he tentatively asked Meng Xinci.

"I don't know! I don't know! I just know that I feel like a strange person in the high school attached to the teacher!"

Meng Xinci picked up his schoolbag and rushed into the small room, slamming the door shut.

During the time when Wan Junxiu picked him up, Meng Xin refused to let go and made a fuss to go home. At that time, Wan Junxiu was so angry that he slept separately from him all night.

Wan Junxiu didn't fall asleep that night, thinking all night whether to send Meng Xinci back to his hometown.If he was really sent back, what would he do in the future?

Wan Junxiu at that meeting, like tonight, felt very useless and powerless.

It seems that what I do is always wrong, and I never asked him if he would like to go with me, or if he would like to go to the middle school attached to the teacher.

The exercise book was still on his lap. He turned the wheelchair to the coffee table, put the exercise book on the coffee table with both hands, and carefully read the exercises on it.

After graduating from elementary school, the school did not require signatures, so he never took care of the children's homework.I have always believed in my heart that Meng Xinci has no problems in studies. He is so strong, and he will work harder to get back if his grades drop a little in elementary school.

But now there are almost all crosses in the exercise book, and there are very few red ticks.In the first few pages, I was able to outline the questions carefully, but in the last few days, even the ABCDs on the multiple-choice questions were scribbled.

There are almost no right or wrong revisions, and I don’t know if it’s because the teacher didn’t listen carefully when he said it.

Wan Junxiu felt very guilty, because he trusted the child too much, but ignored that he had changed to a new environment and needed to adapt and care.

And what did you do during this time?Didn't ask about his studies, and didn't ask how his life in the new school was?Are you still used to it?Did you suffer any grievances?

Meng Xinci was lying on the bed in a daze, but when he heard Wan Jun repairing the wheelchair, he stood up and pressed against the door.Right now he doesn't want to talk to Wan Junxiu, nor does he want to see him.

Sure enough, after a while, the door lock moved slightly.In fact, even if Meng Xinci didn't hold the door, Wan Junxiu couldn't get in.The two rooms in the house have old-fashioned knobs, and they are the only ones who don't close the doors on weekdays.With the current situation in his hand, there is no way to open the door no matter what.

Wan Junxiu knocked on the door lightly again, and called softly: "Xinci, can you open the door? Uncle wants to talk to you."

Meng Xinci didn't make a sound, and kept pressing against the door firmly.

"It's fine if you don't want to see me, so shall I talk at the door?" Wan Junxiu still continued talking.

"I'm sorry, let me apologize to you first. It's my fault. No matter what I do, I start from the perspective of an adult. This is how I brought you back. I'm afraid that a child like you can't live well in your hometown alone. Now you The same is true for your studies. At that time, you had such good grades in Yang’s No. [-] Primary School. I was afraid that if you couldn’t send you to a better school because of me, you would blame me in the future. So I asked you to go to tutoring, let you Go to Chongshi High School."

Wan Junxiu didn't know why, but his sense of self-blame was particularly strong tonight, no worse than when he learned of Meng Tian's death.I couldn't help but my nose became sour, and I even cried a little.

Maybe it was emotional, or because he had been sitting for so long, his hands and feet began to tremble slightly, and the hand that hit the wheelchair at the Nanhua Night Market just now was still a little painful.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask you if you would like to, nor did I care about how you are doing recently, or how you are adapting in school."

"Maybe it's because you are too worry-free, so I trust you too much. I have reflected on it. Your being so good should not be the reason for me not to care about you. If you want, uncle can send you to tutoring class, or after school to accompany you to finish your homework and then set up a stall. Do you think it’s okay?"

Meng Xinci slammed on the door, turned his head and shouted, "I won't go!"

"Okay, okay, don't go. Then maybe Xinci, do you have a better way, can you tell your uncle?"

What can be done, Meng Xinci knows that he is completely unreasonable now.It's obviously because of his incompatibility and the fact that the head teacher is not a human being, but now he can only be angry at Wan Junxiu.

Wan Junxiu is his closest person, probably because he knows that no matter how much trouble he makes, Wan Junxiu will not do anything to him.So I took it for granted that I exposed my negative emotions and recent pressure to Wan Junxiu.

There must be a way, which is to change shifts, but the prerequisite for changing shifts is to enter the top ten.I would never go to cram school, it would be a waste of money.

This is equivalent to an endless loop. Meng Xinci felt as if he was overwhelmed and couldn't help crying again. At the same time, he opened the door, "I don't hate you, I just feel too stressed .”

Meng Xinci has now grown into a young boy, much taller.When he threw himself into Wan Junxiu's arms, his chin could already touch Wan Junxiu's shoulder.

"I don't know what to do. They either study well, or their families are rich, or talented. They don't have to worry about the future at all. They don't have to worry about whether they change shifts or not. But I can't, you know Is it? I can't, I have nothing, I don't know what I can do in the middle school attached to the teacher?"

Wan Junxiu raised his arms and patted Meng Xinci's back lightly, "Don't be angry with Uncle, okay? Uncle will work with you to find a way? Think about it, since you have passed the exam, you are still in the middle stage. That means you are already better than many of your classmates, right?"

When he was young, Meng Xinci could still rest his head on Wan Junxiu's arms, which was more comfortable.Now he has grown taller, his head resting on Wan Junxiu's shoulder is very uncomfortable, and he is already standing in front of Wan Junxiu.

Wan Junxiu wiped the tears off his face with the back of his hand, and said to him softly, "Uncle doesn't have that big desire or idea to wish you to be great, but just hopes that you can study hard in a good environment. As for I haven't thought much about what will happen in the future. You can just go to class with peace of mind, if it doesn't work, then think about other things, such as transferring to another school or cram school?"

Meng Xinci was still choked up, sobbing and replied: "I just don't want to be reconciled, I just want to change shifts, I will figure out a way myself, don't worry about it."

Meng Xinci didn't want to tell him about those things about the head teacher, things that couldn't be changed, and it was useless to say them.

After calming down a bit, Meng Xinci saw that a piece of Wan Junxiu's hand was swollen. He took Wan Junxiu's hand and asked, "Did you hit it when you threw it on the wheelchair at the booth?" Wan Junxiu wanted to smoke But Meng Xinci was so strong that he couldn't pull his hand away, so he could only answer softly: "Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

Wan Junxiu looked into his eyes and replied seriously: "You are angry because of Xinci, because you are sad, so everything about me is not important."