Long Island High School

He Wenzhou tossed and jumped up and down, jumping around for many days, but Song Jing didn't accept the move, and even ignored him.His punch was not on the cotton, but in the deep sea, without any ripples.Song Jing didn't play this kind of game with him at all.He didn't react at all, just silent.

This commotion turned into a dull one-man show, and gradually he also died down, feeling particularly boring.

The days calmed down like this, from sad to angry, from angry to tossing, there was an inexplicable quarrel, and finally turned into a kind of sorrow.

Sorrow pervades this summer, and even the noisy Cicadas have been silenced a lot.

He Wenzhou and Song Jing looked up and saw each other, but they lost contact.In the last few days of the training camp, they discussed giving some gifts to Liu Pei's daughter. He Wenzhou thought, since Liu Pei wrote a message to each of them on New Year's Day, they should write a blessing to each of her daughter.

Each of them was written, folded into a pentagram, and placed in a glass jar.He Wenzhou took it to a business trip.

In two days, the training camp is over.The art students had already been on vacation, and the school was already deserted, and now it is even more deserted.No one cares about the grass on the playground, which is higher than people.There was an old table in front of the teaching building. It seemed that a girl in a certain grade was found out to be pregnant, and was pulled out by her parents by her ears.Her tables, chairs and benches were left bare on the square, and no one took care of them.

Tomorrow he will come over to pack up his things and then he can leave, and he won't have to see Song Jing for another month.The third year of high school may be a new life, everyone will become busy, and when the time comes, they will be busy in their own ways, but it will be the end of parting ways.

He Wenzhou suddenly felt a little sad.It's like being poached from the most beloved thing when I was a child, and I feel heartbroken.

He walked to the teacher's office and was about to go in when Liu Pei's voice came from inside.

"Grandma Song Jing, why don't you ask Song Jing's mother or father to come over. If you want to transfer schools, it's better for your parents to come and talk..."

He Wenzhou was struck by lightning immediately, and stood there in a daze, changing schools, he wants to change schools? !

Then came an old female voice, probably Song Jing's grandmother.

"If his parents can come, how can I come in person. Teacher, to tell you the truth, his parents didn't care about him at all, and left him to me since he was a child. I took care of him in high school, and finally dragged him to the university , is it considered as the best of benevolence? Now that he is going to take the university entrance exam, I still take care of it. There is no such reason, teacher?"

"Of course, of course, it's not easy for you."

"It's not easy, so I won't tell you. Their parents are entrusted to me, and I owe them. But the children don't owe them. Song Jing's future is important, right? With his grades, in Beijing What will happen to the college entrance examination, what is the college entrance examination here, you are a teacher, you know better than me. Therefore, I must transfer him to another school. His parents are also in Beijing, so they can take care of him. I am old, I If he can't bear such a responsibility, I'll let his parents take it!"

Liu Pei comforted her while listening to the old lady.Grandma Song Jing was well dressed and had a sharp mouth. Liu Pei only listened to her sonorous and forceful analysis of the pros and cons, and pressed her every step of the way, forcing himself to sweat profusely.But transferring schools is not a trivial matter, no matter how urgent she is, she still has to talk to his parents.

"Why don't you call Song Jing's mother now, and let's talk about it face to face?"

"Fight, fight now!"

Grandma Song Jing seemed to be getting more and more angry as she talked more, she tugged Song Jing hard with her old hand, Song Jing remained silent all the time.

Liu Pei couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to say softly: "Song Jing, what are the phone numbers of your parents, can we call your mother and talk about it?"

Song Jing still didn't speak, didn't speak and didn't move, just bowed his head in silence.

Grandma Song Jing shoved him away resentfully, and went to make a phone call by herself.

As soon as the call was connected, Grandma Song Jing said fiercely: "Hello!"

"Mom, why are you calling me at this time? I'm at work."

The phone is hands-free, and the voices of the mother and daughter are particularly abrupt in this quiet campus.

"I don't care whether you are at work or off work, I just ask you, when will you come to pick up Song Jing?"

"Ah? Didn't I say go back and talk about it during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival? School starts during the Mid-Autumn Festival, why are you talking about it!"

"Mom, I'm very busy now, so I don't have time to quarrel with you. Shall we talk tonight?"

"No, let's talk now. In front of Song Jing's teacher, tell me when will you come to pick him up and go through the formalities?"

"Didn't he do well in City S? Why did he come to Beijing again? You know how stressful life is in Beijing. His father and I finally settled down. How can there be a place for him to live..."

"Listen to what you said, do you still look like a mother? Ah? Six months ago, Song Chengping promised me to give Song Jing a bedroom. Now, where is the bedroom? Do you really mean what you say? Bully me to death?"

"Didn't I want to buy a three-bedroom house at that time? I didn't expect that half a year later, the housing prices in Langfang would have risen like that. I could only buy a two-bedroom house of 70 square meters. Where will he live? How can we take care of him when we are so busy? ?Don’t think that Beijing’s college entrance examination is easy. It doesn’t mean that you can get into a good school when you come to Beijing, and you can be admitted to Tsinghua University. Beijing is also divided into different classes, right? How can I have the strength and money to send him to a good school? How can it be guaranteed to enter Peking University? It is so troublesome to transfer schools, not to mention, he is doing well in S City, and he can be a chicken head, but he has to be a phoenix tail. Have you considered his psychological gap? There is so much competition in Beijing , Can he get used to it? Besides, Song Jing is pretty good too. It’s not like he won’t be able to get into a good school there. Let me tell you to leave this matter alone. I’ll go back on Chinese Valentine’s Day. I’ll take two days off to go back. I don't have time to talk to you..."

Song Jing's face became more and more red, and his body stayed there as if frozen, stripped naked and exposed to the sun.He was so embarrassing and humiliating that even Liu Pei couldn't stand it anymore, and the furious old lady yelled at her daughter: "You hang up the phone and never come back to this house!!"

"mom--"

"Just tell me! Where is Song Jing's bedroom!"

Song Jing lowered his head, his hair covered most of his face.

"No bedrooms."

the woman said calmly.

"In a two-room house, you live in one room, what about the other room? Let the two brothers live in it!"

"Xuanxuan doesn't like living with others."

"Xu Hui, get lost! Go to hell!!"

"Mom, Xuanxuan is still young, Song Jing has grown up, and will live in a dormitory after college, can't you bear it for another six months?"

"Xu Hui, you are inhuman, you will go to hell, you will definitely go to hell..."

"It's fine if you want to live. You can also put a bed on the living room balcony, but that's where Xuanxuan plays football. If Song Jing doesn't find it noisy, then come here."

The other side hung up the phone with a bang.

Grandma Song Jing was trembling with anger, unable to speak.He held his breath in his throat, almost suffocating.Liu Pei quickly went over to touch her chest and pressed her, and it took her a long time to rescue her. In the mother-daughter battle, she, an outsider, didn't even say a word.

Grandma Song Jing, an old woman who believes in Christianity and is strict and self-disciplined, what kind of hatred made her utter evil words and curse her daughter to die.

He Wenzhou stood outside, his eyes fixed on Song Jing.This was the first time he saw Song Jing lowering his head actively, he had never seen Song Jing lowering his head, lowering his head, his hair suddenly became very long, covering most of his face.Only a standing silhouette remains, and there is silence from beginning to end.

The silent and depressed He Wenzhou was about to suffocate, and his heart ached to death.Like a monstrous wave, it submerged him, not over his head, not over his ears, his whole body sank, sank... he didn't even have a chance to ebb.

There was no movement in the office, and the summer cicadas began to cry again, endlessly.Grandma Song Jing wiped her face with a handkerchief, and solemnly came out with Song Jing.As the dusk fell, Song Jing who came out bumped into He Wenzhou head-on.

He Wenzhou was holding a glass jar in a daze, like a child who made a mistake, looking at him in bewilderment and fear.His face was instantly stiff and distorted, he didn't know what expression to make, he was as embarrassed and embarrassing as if he had been stripped naked, humiliated and embarrassing, there was nowhere to hide.

Under the sun, nothing, place, hide, hide.

At that moment, the world stood still.

Grandma Song Jing didn't seem to see that there was anyone else here, so she asked Song Jing in a deep voice, "What about you, what's your own idea? Where are you going?"

Song Jing's lips were dry, but he was determined in his heart: "Stay here."

"Hmph, I knew it, you have to rely on me again. I really owe you mother and son, I owe you!"

Although she regretted it, she still made great strides.

"You can't talk to them? Are you a dead person? You don't say anything every time. You didn't see how Song Yuxuan talked to them, how did you act like a baby with them? You can't do it when you get there. Kicked out? Can't even please people!"

The old man scolded him while leading him away, his face was expressionless and his face was numb.I can't think about how embarrassing I am, I can't, just thinking about his future life will be over.

He wants face and the best.