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Department Office.

Both the senior department director and two deputy department directors are there, and one of the deputy department directors is Mr. Qin.

No one spoke in the office, Lao Zheng and the other three teachers were silent, while Yan Sheng and He Zhonghe stood by the desk.

Yansheng's parents were not called, and Lao Zheng knew more or less about his family's situation. The parent's mobile phone number is usually empty when filling in the information, and the school does not even have his parents' contact information on file.

He Zhonghe was out of breath now. It had been almost half an hour since the director finished calling Du Lanzhen, and she hadn't arrived at school yet.

The more you wait, the more panicked you become.

exposed.

Du Lanzhen came here this time, except for his and Yan Sheng's affairs, and his current affairs in the small class, he couldn't hide anything.

Who made the complaint.

In the first and second grades of high school, he participated in big and small fights, but there was absolutely no one where the other party had such a grudge against him secretly.

There was a rush of high-heeled shoes at the door of the office.

He Zhonghe's heart suddenly hung up.

There was a knock on the door, and someone opened it and came in.

His mother's voice was full of exhaustion, surprise and other emotions that made He Zhonghe feel tense in his heart.

I dare not look up at my mother.

The three photos and the matter probably have been fully described by the director of the senior department to Du Lanzhen, and now she is here to solve the matter.

How to deal with it?

He Zhonghe quickly glanced at his mother, just in time to meet her eyes.

It was the kind of weirdness and bewilderment that made him flustered again, and his mother pursed her lips in disbelief, as if desperately suppressing her emotions, and looked at him.

"Is that so?" The seven of them were relatively silent for a moment, and Du Lanzhen spoke with a trembling voice.

He Zhonghe didn't speak.

Not only was he afraid of his mother doing this, of course he also felt distressed.

Unable to get an answer, Du Lanzhen took another step closer, looked at Yan Sheng, and said in a soft, fluttering voice, "Really? Yan Sheng."

Out of the corner of his eye, Yan Sheng also lowered his head, and nodded slightly after a long time.

The feeling of being out of breath became more and more obvious, and He Zhonghe's hands were numb.

Why the hell, why did this situation happen today?

He watched Du Lanzhen standing still.

"The spread of this incident has a bad impact on the school, and the students have been educated here." The director of the grade department has actually dealt with Du Lanzhen many times. If he is not an old acquaintance, it is impossible for He Zhonghe to be in Lao Zheng's class. for two years.He rubbed his head in the Mediterranean Sea, and he had to give Du Lanzhen some face: "This is the first time we have encountered this kind of situation, so we won't drive home. After all, the college entrance examination is coming soon, so don't get angry. The college entrance examination is important. Both students have top grades, so they can't..."

He Zhonghe really wanted to hit the wall into shock until the end of the college entrance examination.

Sure enough, Du Lanzhen raised her head, and the expression on her face changed from unbelievable to weird and bewildered: "Top-notch?"

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Lao Zheng thought of something, and quickly added: "Your child doesn't know what the plan is, and I didn't care about it before this happened. You don't know yet, the score on the report card is fake!"

The directors of the three levels looked at Lao Zheng in unison.

Old Zheng paused, and quickly changed the subject: "I didn't tell you about his entry into the small class. It was my mistake, but the most important thing to ask now is why he concealed his grades from his parents."

Du Lanzhen kept an expression, without blinking.

"...Mom?" He Zhonghe was a little scared, his voice was tense and hoarse.

Du Lanzhen still didn't move.

"There are some things for students to reflect on themselves. The college entrance examination is coming soon, so we can make a concession first." Teacher Qin said.

However, Du Lanzhen probably couldn't listen to anything now, and was immersed in great panic.

The moment she fell back, the whole frozen office became chaotic. Everyone rushed to help Du Lanzhen, called and called an ambulance.

All the buried mines finally exploded.

After staying in the hospital all afternoon, when Du Lanzhen finally woke up, He Zhonghe was the only one in the ward.

Du Lanzhen looked around and sat up slowly.

He Zhonghe turned his back to her, unable to see his face.

That was her only relative, her own son, her last connection with this world.

So you have to hold it tightly in your hand, otherwise you will be like his father, accidentally become a kite with a broken string and never come back.

But the son didn't know when he wanted to break free, and he got farther and farther away from her.

It was strange and frightened her.

"Are you He Zhonghe?" Du Lanzhen finally asked him.

The tone is timid and very strange.

He Zhonghe turned his head abruptly, and walked to her side stiffly: "...Mom."

Du Lanzhen closed her eyes and opened them after a long time: "Don't you want your mother?"

"No, no..." The illogical words made He Zhonghe flustered, and he quickly pressed his mother's shoulder, "Mom, don't do this."

Du Lanzhen didn't move, and sat for a while: "Is what the teacher said true?"

"……Yes."

"How long have you been in the small class?"

"Almost two months."

"Where do you want to go to college?"

"S is big."

"Is it because of Yansheng?"

Du Lanzhen's voice trembled more and more.

"Mom." He Zhonghe felt as if a stone was choked in his throat, "Mom, don't ask."

"I don't allow it." Du Lanzhen said, "I don't allow all of this."

she cried.

He Zhonghe felt as if his heart was being squeezed desperately, and his nose was sore.

But he couldn't respond to Du Lanzhen.

"Mom." His voice is very soft, and some words may be very irritating to my mother now, but he is also on the verge of collapse, "Not everything will follow the track you laid, I am your child, but I am also an independent child. people, adults."

"So you don't care about my life?" Du Lanzhen said, "I said, don't even think about it. As long as I'm still angry, don't think about it. It won't do you any good to lose your mother."

Here it is again, like a kind of endless loop, as long as talking about these things triggers her weird reaction, she will say such things that make He Zhonghe feel cold.

It's completely different from the usual elegant and strong mother, like a different person, unreasonable, neurotic, at a loss like a child, but suddenly explodes in the next second, hysterical.

Ever since he was a child, He Zhonghe would go around every time he encountered such a situation, not to touch the bomb, but the facts proved that after so many years, this has become a shackle on He Zhonghe, and he is helpless.

"It's not what you said..." He frowned, and after struggling, he finally raised his head to meet Du Lanzhen's frightening eyes, "I went to other places and went to school in other places, and I was like most people. What's so normal, it's not okay in our house? Do you want to die or live?"

"You're abnormal, Mom, why don't you think about it because you're abnormal."

Du Lanzhen looked at him dumbfounded.

Strange, the son in front of him is very strange, he is questioning and resisting.

"I can take medicine on time when I'm sick, and I can exercise if I'm not strong enough to take care of myself. Why do you think it will be unsafe if I'm not in front of you, and something will happen?"

"Mom, I wanted to say it a long time ago, you are not thinking normally! Can't you feel it!"

"Don't block me with the dead, I've been under a curse for more than ten years, you know, I'm under a curse!" He Zhonghe's voice became louder and louder, "Mom, you are too careful, don't let me die because of my father. ..."

There was a crisp sound of "snap".

It's like a slap with all your strength.

The left side of He Zhonghe's face ached hotly.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Du Lanzhen.

She gasped violently and pointed at He Zhonghe, retched, her voice was hoarse and her tone was weird: "Do you know what I think about when I have insomnia at night?"

"I miss the picture of you dying." Du Lanzhen's hands were trembling, and she suddenly roared, "You were hit by a car! You fell down the stairs and cracked your head! You were chopped off by a mental illness while walking on the street! These pictures are happening uncontrollably every day. A flash in my mind! It's so real it seems to have happened!"

Shocked, He Zhonghe subconsciously took a step back.

Du Lanzhen had never said these words to him, it was too bizarre.

"Why?" He Zhonghe felt as if he was drowning.

Du Lanzhen didn't answer him again, she hugged her head, her hair was disheveled, and collapsed, curled up and cried loudly.

He Zhonghe can't appease Du Lanzhen now.

He couldn't even comfort himself.

After standing still for a while, he turned and left the ward.

When I left the ward, I didn't feel relaxed or refreshed, and the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.

"How is it?" Yan Sheng had been waiting outside the door for several hours, and he never left when He Zhonghe was in the ward.

The corridor was full of people coming and going, very noisy, He Zhonghe's ears were ringing, he walked to the window.

Yan Sheng followed, and the conversation must have collapsed. I don't know how broken it was. Judging from He Zhonghe's reaction, it should be quite serious.

The two stood by the window without speaking.

There was a traffic jam outside the gate of the hospital, even in the old city during the evening rush hour. The horns were blaring one after another, and people on bicycles and electric scooters weaved crookedly through the traffic.

"Why do you have to suddenly pop up something to hit people in the head and suppress them when everything is going up, why?" His voice slowly became nasal, and his whole body was tense.

Yan Sheng put his arms around his shoulders: "It will pass, it's not that serious."

"What if you can't pass?" He Zhonghe clasped the window sill hard, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, why do you have to make things difficult for others? Including my mother, even the teacher, who did something wrong?"

"Nobody did anything wrong." Yan Sheng tightened his arms, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

For the first time, they realized that as two high school students, they were actually at a loss in front of certain things.They have been taught to be strong and to learn to resist things since they were young, but when faced with the complicated problems before them, they just have no way to start, as if there is no standard answer, so they can only bite the bullet.

"My mother is sick." He Zhonghe said suddenly, "I suspected it before, but now I'm basically sure."

Yan Sheng turned to look at him.

"She said she couldn't help imagining various scenes of my death." He Zhonghe let out a breath slowly, "How should I tell her?"

At this juncture in various senses, they can't have the slightest evasion and ambiguity.

Before he could calm down, Yan Sheng suddenly remembered something, and pulled him away from the window: "Go to the cardiology department."

He Zhonghe frowned tightly and followed behind him.

Yan Sheng pulled him towards the registration office quickly, "I've always thought so, since you also think that Auntie has mental problems..."

"Do you want to register her? Shouldn't she be enrolled in a psychiatric department?" He Zhonghe asked.

"It's for you. There's something I've suspected a long time ago."

"Your pulmonary heart disease doesn't exist at all."