After the rain

A painter's dream, and has been working hard for it, moving towards the goal down-to-earth.

But when she was in junior high school, her parents changed their minds, thinking that learning comes first and grades are everything.

Her painting training class had to be terminated, and cultural courses flooded in, almost occupying her entire life.

She prayed, protested, and struggled, but all of them were in vain.

Since then, her dream has lost its nourishment and is withering day by day.She herself became a bonsai, forced to grow according to her parents' wishes.

But no matter how hard she studies, she will never be No. 1 in the exam, and she will never meet her parents' requirements.

She gradually touched her own limit and realized her mediocrity. This feeling of having more than enough energy but not enough energy became more obvious after entering high school. It was like an iron wall, which she could not break through.

But parents don't think so.

They just feel like you haven't tried hard enough.

Liu Xinrong is a little biased.Before the division of arts and sciences, her grades had been hovering in the middle. After three months of hell-style tutoring before the exam, she barely squeezed into the elite class.

After dividing subjects, the grades have improved, but they are not top-notch.

In short, no exam can satisfy parents, and naturally they cannot escape the domination of cram schools.

Under the heavy pressure, painting became the only way for her to relax, and the time for painting was the only time that belonged to her.

The first monthly exam in the third year of senior high school was the joint exam with the teacher attached to it. The exam paper was very difficult, and Liu Xinrong fell directly out of the top [-] in the grade.

On the night when the results were announced, her mother preached on the way to pick her up for the cram school, and then sang with her father after returning home.

"Why didn't your math improve? Did you listen carefully to the lessons in the cram school? What's wrong with your recent study status? Your mother and I work so hard every day, and we still have to worry about your grades. What are you doing?" Time to let us relax a little bit?"

"It's the third year of high school, Rongrong. Time is running out, you have to cheer up, don't think about anything else, just focus on your studies, you know?"

"..."

Liu Xinrong's face was numb, as if she didn't hear.

After they said enough, Liu Xinrong got up and went back to the room, her tone was indifferent: "I'm going to rest."

As soon as she entered the door, she fell straight to the bed, buried her face in the quilt, her eyelids were heavy, but she didn't feel sleepy.

After a while, she stood up again, dragged her tired body to the desk, opened her schoolbag and took out the exercises left in the cram school just now.

Liu Xinrong glanced at the question, but had no idea how to solve it.The brain is like a bunch of threads floating in the water, disorganized and without reality.

She stared blankly for a while, closed the exercise book, and took a clean drawing paper from the drawer.

The barrel spins between the fingers, loses balance and falls after a few turns.Liu Xinrong took out her mobile phone and flipped through the photos in the album casually.

As a result, she went back in time, and she saw fireworks in full bloom in the night sky, saw the bustling crowd, and saw the figures of teenagers standing next to each other expressing their hidden love.

The chaotic thoughts gradually settled, Liu Xinrong took a deep breath and put it down on paper and pen.

The lines melt into the night, from light to thick.She put two-thirds of the painting into the drawer, covered it with blank drawing paper, and planned to finish it tomorrow night.

Every time the test results come out, the parents always have to fight for a few days before they are willing to let go.Liu Xinrong has long been used to this, refuting will only make them work harder, pretending to be deaf and dumb is the best way to deal with it.

Evening tutoring classes are five times a week, one hour each time.Most of them are picked up by their father, and there is nothing to say between father and daughter except their grades.

But the last thing Liu Xinrong wants to talk about is grades.

It was almost midnight when I got home.

Liu Xinrong was exhausted and was stopped by her mother when she passed the living room, "Rongrong."

She stopped, didn't look back, and couldn't respond.

"I put away your picture book for you. You concentrate on studying and don't waste on irrelevant things..."

"You came into my room again?" Liu Xinrong turned around abruptly.

Father Liu frowned, "Why did you talk to your mother?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at his wife and said, "What picture book? Is she still drawing?"

Mother Liu nodded, and Liu Xinrong stopped her words loudly, "Mom!"

This series of reactions is enough to prove everything. Father Liu seemed to have finally grasped the clue, and said in a tone that was true: "No wonder the grades have dropped so badly. It turns out that they are still doing these messy things. When is it? Do you still want to draw? Look at your score, you are not ashamed and I am! What are you..."

I don't know how many times I have to face this aggressive face and listen to these unscrupulous cynicism.

As if she was not their daughter, but just a learning machine.

A learning machine that earns them bragging rights.

"Enough." Liu Xinrong's voice was so small that only she could hear it.

"...Why do you need to keep that playful thing for her? I tore it up!" Father Liu refused to give up easily.

"Don't!" Liu Xinrong turned up her voice, showing anxiety.

She looked at her mother and said repeatedly: "Mom, don't give it to him! Don't give it to him!"

Before Liu's mother had time to express her opinion, the impatient Liu's father rushed directly into the bedroom, easily found the picture book in the cabinet, and tore it into pieces regardless of his daughter's obstruction and pleading.

The sound of paper being torn was as piercing as a chainsaw, and Liu Xinrong's breathing stopped.

She hurriedly reached out her hand, trying to catch the shattered dream.

But it shattered too badly, like a extinguished fire, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

She wanted to hide that ray of light, but was forced to fall into a deeper darkness.

Liu Xinrong's tears couldn't be stopped at all, and there was a sound of collapse in her throat.She knelt on the ground, trying in vain to gather the pieces of paper together, her hands trembling so badly that she could hardly hold any of them firmly.

"Rongrong, Rongrong..." Mother Liu didn't expect things to turn out like this, so she moved to her side at a loss.

Liu Xinrong lowered her head, tears wet the paper, smudged and permeated, merging into invisible despair.

She couldn't speak, her mouth was full of bitterness, and it took a long time before she choked up and said, "I don't want...I don't want to be your daughter."

Mother Liu froze in place.

Father Liu's complexion changed, and he couldn't believe it: "What did you say?!"

Liu Xinrong raised her head, her pale face was full of tears, her tear-filled eyes were as red as blood.

She actually laughed, but the corner of her raised mouth was quickly pressed down again, pulling out a painful arc.

"Every day, I stay up until two o'clock every day, writing questions, memorizing books, losing a lot of hair, and having problems all over my body...I only weigh [-] pounds now, and I can't even do exercises between classes. Do you know this? Haha... Maybe even if you know it, you won't care. I am sick, and you are afraid that I will miss too many courses, and you will rush me to school before the fever subsides... I am a living person, not a machine."

"You don't care about me at all, you don't love me at all. All you care about are scores and rankings, and you only love me who can meet your expectations. You don't care about what I want or don't want. You will only Forcing me will only accuse me."

"I'm so tired, I'm so tired...You always say I'm not working hard enough, but I've worked hard enough, I can only do this, why can't you accept...Can't you accept me like this?"

She couldn't see her parents' faces clearly, and she didn't know what she looked like.

She vented all the pain that had been accumulated for a long time. After she lost control of her emotions, she couldn't think, so she repeated over and over again——

"I'm so tired."

"I don't want to be your daughter anymore."

She can't bear all this anymore, she doesn't want this kind of life.

Mother Liu was heartbroken, half kneeling beside her daughter, hugging her frail body, apologizing with tears streaming down her face.

Father Liu was stiff all over, his face lost all color, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Liu Xinrong finally got tired of crying and calmed down.

She sat and recovered a little strength, went to get a box to put the pieces of paper in, and carried them back to the room.

She didn't have much communication with her parents, and it was almost none after that.

She proposed to live in school. Although her parents were reluctant, they did not dare to stop her.

When filling out the application form, her parents hoped that she would stay in the province and not go too far away from home, but she resolutely went to Shanghai.

Time flies, and she finally found herself.

60. Extra Story. Miscellaneous

1.

Song Qikun's three wishes on his 17th birthday:

[Hope to hear Shen Yan say "Happy Birthday" to me.

I hope Shen Yan is doing well.

I hope Shen Yan can come back to me. ]

And the 19-year-old's wish hasn't changed either.

Song Qikun's wish on his 20th birthday: [I hope Shen Yan will stay by my side forever. ]

These wishes were finally granted.

2.

Xie Junwen has someone he likes very much, but that person doesn't like him.

That person had a girlfriend in his sophomore year of high school, and he and his girlfriend made an appointment to take the same university exam.

That person and him are good brothers for life.

Later, he met another lover who made him want to spend his life with him.

3.

Duan Zheng can't hide things, he was nicknamed Duan Trumpet in junior high school.

There are three things in his life that he has hidden from those who want to hide:

[Contact Shen Yan without telling Song Qikun.

Pretending not to know Xie Junwen's feelings.

Surprise marriage proposal for girlfriend. ]

4.

Liu Xinrong and Qi Jiajia are the best girlfriends.

Liu Xinrong married her boyfriend when she graduated from university.

It took Liu Xinrong many years to pick up the brush again.

5.

Tang Chen became a national long-distance runner.

He Ling was 96 years old.

6.

After Shen Yan transferred to another school that year, Shen Xin and Song Ye would contact each other every once in a while without interruption.

Every time Wang Zhiyun helped Song Qikun clean the room, he would