If honesty is a disease

The homeroom teacher finally said before school was over that he was going to choose the class leader and various committee members, and asked the students to prepare. This time, not only will they vote, but they will also make speeches. Students who are candidates or want to be elected can write their own speeches, which can be given to themselves. Canvassing, this seemingly democratic way, made most of the competitive students gear up.

Mo Fang, Xue Pang and Chang Wei waited until everyone was gone before leaving the classroom one after another. Geng Zhi waited for them at the door of the small shop outside the school, watched them come from a distance, bought two popsicles and one ice cream, Needless to say, the ice cream must be for Mo Fang because it is expensive.

But Mo Fang looked at the old popsicle in Xue Pang's hand: "I want to eat it."

Without saying a word, Geng Zhi bought him a popsicle and ate it himself.Xue Pang had been holding up a popsicle and wanted to exchange it with Mo Fang.

"Don't you think it's a waste? It's obvious that you don't need to spend that extra dollar. You just need to exchange it with me. Look at you, what a waste!" Xue Fat looked at Mo Fang angrily. You eat the expensive ones, and you pick up the cheap ones."

"I'm happy, but you can control it," Mo Fang smiled a little bit, and licked the popsicle, "Next time you invite me, I will pick up the expensive ones, which is your strong request."

"Pooh!" Fatty Xue poohed, it was himself, "My mouth."

"Hey, don't patronize the poor, how are you going to write the speech?" Chang Wei interjected.

Mo Fang said: "I want to compete for the literary and art committee. The manuscript must be both painted and colorful. Yes, I will go back and watch those cultural performances, and what the hosts said."

"Then, do you need to learn the tone of speech?" Geng Zhi asked.

Mo Fang also couldn't make up his mind, took a bite of the popsicle, and said coldly: "I'll try it when I go back. If I'm too hypocritical, I don't follow the tone of the above, I can become my own."

"This is the rhythm for you to be the host." Fatty Xue was excited, "It's okay to stand on stage once you look like this."

"But, when he stands on the stage, who will stand next to him?"

Xue Fatty and Chang Wei tried their best to think which girl in the school would be more suitable for Mo Fang, while Geng Zhi was thinking that his class also had to select class cadres, and he could also be a representative of literature and art. When the school had any party, Mo Fang If Fang is the host, I can be his partner next to him.

good idea.

Geng Zhi took a big bite of the ice cream, and decided to play the erhu as soon as possible after returning home, and strive to win in one fell swoop on the election day.

When Mo Fang came home, it was rare to see Mo's mother at home. Not only was she at home, but she also prepared several dishes, and even stewed a pot of chicken soup. The moment he opened the door, Mo Fang was drool overwhelmed by the smell of chicken soup that filled the room. It's been too long He hadn't had chicken soup before, so he almost forgot what it tasted like.

"Come back!" Mom Mo came out of the kitchen, "Go do your homework first, and I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Mo Fang looked at the smile on his mother's face, the kind that came from the heart, he walked into the kitchen, glanced at the soup in the pot, and took a deep breath: "Mom, is there something good?"

Mo's mother wanted to say yes, but she felt very embarrassed. Is divorce a good thing?It doesn't count in other people's homes, but in theirs, let's count.

"It doesn't count, let's count."

"What do you mean?" Mo Fang looked at his mother hesitant to speak, and suddenly realized, "Finish the formalities? My dad... No, he finally finished with you?"

"Well, it's done."

"Oh, Mom, this is a great thing. You will be free from now on, and you don't have to wait for him all the time. As for me, I can concentrate on my studies, haha."

Mo's mother felt that Mo Fang was too sensible, and it made her feel very distressed. She touched Mo Fang's head. This child is so tall. She didn't let her worry less when she was a child, but she never went out of line. Now she is more and more like Now that he is an adult, the child looks like an adult, which shows how cruel the parents are.

"That mother, don't cry." Mo Fang reached out and wiped his mother's tears, but his hands were still a little sticky after eating popsicles.

Mom Mo patted his hand: "Go, it's so dirty, wash it."

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands and do my homework." He looked at the chicken soup and swallowed again, "Mom, let's have dinner early."

"Stew it for a while, it will be delicious if you stew it a little longer, a greedy cat."

Mo Fang turned around and ran out of the kitchen. Mo's mother felt sorry for her son. As for whether Mo's father was sentenced or what, she didn't plan to tell Mo Fang.For such a long time, I have treated my child too badly, so I just made the child greedy with chicken soup. Fortunately, I bought it today, otherwise Mo Fang might be like the person in Party A and Party B. When he sees a chicken, his eyes glow green .

After Mo Fang washed his hands and was about to sit down to do his homework, Mo's mother knocked on the door, came in with a soup bowl and put it on the desk for him: "Drink a bowl of soup first, and I will satisfy your hunger."

"Hey." Anyway, in front of my mother, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I touched the side of the bowl, and my hand was burned, so I quickly retracted it and pinched my earlobe, "It's really hot."

"Let's dry it for a while before drinking it, it's useless."

Mo's mother left the house, Mo Fang sighed, looked at the chicken soup, and thought in his heart, how difficult it is for him, he has to study and coax his mother, but he is happy, isn't his mother also trying to coax him .There are only two people at home, and if we don't coax each other, life will only become more and more difficult.

After finishing homework and eating, Mo Fang started to watch TV, turning back and forth on variety shows, and his mother was at home, so he was too embarrassed to study at the top of his throat, so he could only watch carefully and try to imitate learning in his brain.

After Geng Zhi finished his meal, he stopped watching TV and started playing the erhu in his arms. Geng's mother was so annoyed by the sound that she broke a bowl: "Geng Zhi, stop playing!"

Geng's father advised him: "The child wants to pull you and let him pull."

"It's so noisy, okay, and you are the only one who agrees with him playing the erhu. The sound of the erhu is not pleasant, and don't you think playing the erhu at home is very frustrating!"

"What are you talking about!" Geng's father was upset, "You feel frustrated because you are frustrated in your heart, and it sounds good to me." After finishing speaking, he hummed a short piece of Peking opera.

Geng's mother threw down the rag: "I think it's because you want to satisfy your little thoughts. Your son can play it so he can accompany you. I tell you, don't even think about it."

Geng Zhi saw the wood for a while, and heard his parents quarreling again. Others thought his family was very happy, his mother was beautiful and his father worked as a small manager in a state-owned enterprise, and he occasionally went abroad on business trips at public expense. He was quite rich, but in reality , close the door, who knows who.

After three days of small quarrels and five days of big quarrels, he went out and pretended to be in harmony with the family. Who told his parents to save face.

Geng Zhi played for a while, and got familiar with the simple tunes. Although he was not very good, he still had confidence in the election. You must know that there are not many people learning the erhu. Everyone in the school learns the piano, but The piano is big, and he can't carry it to school. His erhu is so good, he took it with him that day, and he took out the erhu when he went up to promote himself. It must be extraordinary.

There was a sound of slamming the door, shaking Geng Zhi's frightened hand, and it really turned into sawing wood.He walked out of his room holding the erhu: "Dad, I'll go out and play."

"Your mother has gone out. You can play it at home. Next time, tell your teacher to learn the song Su San."

"Dad, can I just pull Little Xingxing now?"

"Huh? The erhu also pulls little Xing Xing?"

Geng Zhi was speechless, and he walked out with the erhu and bow: "I went to find Mo Fang."

"I went to look for Mo Fang again. Every day I go out to look for Mo Fang, why don't you let him come to you."

"He came to look for me. It's dark when he goes back. How dangerous it is."

"You won't be in danger when you come back!" Geng's father waved his hands helplessly, "Well, go ahead, I've figured it out. From now on, your kid will also have bronchitis and be afraid of his wife, just like me."

Honestly thought about it, afraid of his wife?If the wife is Mo Fang, then be afraid, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

The author has something to say: Mo Fang: Upright, say you love me.

Geng Zhi: How embarrassing, I'm sorry.

Mo Fang: Pretend!Reload!

Geng Zhi: I love you