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Today Chen Zhan wore a blue dress, his hair was delicately braided into two strands, and was tied behind the left and right heads with two ribbons, which looked a bit cute and playful.

Zhou Zhou couldn't figure out why it was so troublesome for her to dress up for a meal.

"You are so beautiful today." Zhou Zhou bent down slightly, and reached out to help Chen Zhan pick off the broken leaves that had accidentally fallen from the skirt.

"Do you like it?" Chen Zhan took advantage of the moonlight above his head and turned around twice.The hem of the skirt also danced.

"You look good in anything you wear," Zhou Zhou said with a smile, "Mom is waiting for us upstairs, let's go up quickly."

Chen Zhan raised his right hand slightly, put it in the air, raised his head, and looked at Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou understood, put his left hand behind his back, and took Chen Zhan's hand with the palm of his right hand. He bowed lightly, cooperated with Chen Zhan, took Chen Zhan's hand, and went upstairs together.

Compared with Zhou Zhou who was slightly indifferent when he first met Chen Zhan, when Wei Chan saw Chen Zhan, he wished he could hold her tightly in his arms and never separate again.

"Our little Ru is too beautiful today!" Wei Chan took Chen Zhan's hand, looked around, and praised.

Zhou Zhou didn't like to participate in their conversations, so after entering the door, he got into the kitchen, arranged the tableware, added food to the bowls for them, and then set the table.

After finishing the tableware, Zhou Zhou didn't want to go into the living room, so he washed the pots and bowls over and over again, three or four times.

"Zhou Zhou? Haven't finished yet?" Wei Chan leaned against the wall of the kitchen door and asked with her head.

Zhou Zhou was startled by her suddenly, and said quickly, "Immediately."

After wiping the spatula inside and out again, I walked towards the dining table reluctantly.

Chen Zhan was very happy holding the perfume gift box.

According to Wei Chan, Zhou Zhou chose this for a long time.

What is even more gratifying is that I am convinced that the browsing records I searched on Zhou Zhou's phone that day are all for myself, not for others.

"It's nothing, as long as you like it." Zhou Zhou pretended to smile, then lowered his head and focused his eyes on the rice in front of him.Just eat.

"Oh, by the way, Auntie, we are going to be divided into shifts." Chen Zhan muttered suddenly while pinching his chopsticks.

Zhou Zhou's heart suddenly tightened.

"Ah, Zhou Zhou told me that I didn't expect it to be so fast. Didn't it mean the next semester?" Wei Chan said.

Chen Zhan waved his hand and said, "How come, it's still a month."

Wei Chan knew in her heart that Zhou Zhou had lied, but she didn't say anything on the surface: "Then Xiaoru, do you choose the text or the theory?"

"Of course I chose the text." Chen Zhan chuckled, a grain of rice sticking to the corner of her mouth.

She turned her head and asked Zhou Zhou beside her: "Have you thought about it? Selected texts or selected theories?"

Zhou Zhou hesitated for a moment, and finally said slowly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Chen Zhan put down the chopsticks in his hand and threw himself on Zhou Zhou. Before Zhou Zhou could dodge in time, she pulled his arm.

"Aren't you partial to the text? Then let's choose the text together. Auntie, what do you think?" At the end, Chen Zhan looked at Wei Chan and asked Wei Chan's opinion.

Wei Chan said with a smile: "I also think it's good to choose texts. Zhou Zhou's father and I are both engaged in writing work, so there is also a support."

Zhou Zhou's heart sank.

"If we choose the text, our grades must be in class A. Tell the teacher, we should still be at the same table, no problem." Chen Zhan said.I have already begun to imagine my life in the next two years.

"Let me think about it again. There's still a month left, so I'm not in a hurry."

Zhou Zhou also put down his chopsticks, raised Chen Zhan's arm, and put her arm back to her side.

Hearing that Zhou Zhou's words contained a somewhat evasive meaning, Chen Zhan felt dissatisfied suddenly. Because of Wei Chan's face, Chen Zhan endured the difficulty of venting, stopped looking at Zhou Zhou, and swallowed with his head down.

It was another scribbled meal, which didn't last long, which was exactly what Zhou Zhou wanted.

When Chen Zhan left, when he took the gift box from Zhou Zhou, he waved his hands angrily. If someone wasn't by his side, there would probably be another quarrel today.

I have been spoiled by arrogance since I was a child. If I want something, I don't need to ask, someone will come running over and present it non-stop.I never knew that in this world, there are still many things that cannot be obtained.

Except for a wry smile, Zhou Zhou just smiled wryly.

If you can survive a day, it is a day.

As long as you are admitted to university early, realize economic freedom by your own strength early, and leave here early.At that time, everything will be fine, even if you never see everything here.

This is Zhou Zhou's belief in studying hard and working secretly in his spare time to make money.

almost.

Suddenly, Wei Chan's voice sounded behind Zhou Zhou.

"Honey, how did you lie to mom?"

Zhou Zhou raised his hand and gently closed the door, turned around, and saw Wei Chan sitting at the dining table, leaning on a chair.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It was Teacher Mo Chang who told me a few months ago that I would be divided into classes next semester. Just before that, I didn't know that I would be divided into classes so soon. This may be a temporary revision by the school." Zhou Zhou stood beside Wei Chan on one knee, clasped Wei Chan's hands, raised his head, looked at her sincerely, and said so.

While saying this, Zhou Zhou panicked in his heart.

Things that cannot be hidden will come sooner or later.

Wei Chan lowered her head and asked softly: "Baby, have you thought about it yourself? Choose the text, or choose the theory?"

Wei Chan's voice was as soft as the breeze in spring.

But in this breeze, Zhou Zhou dared not speak.

She could only lower her body as much as possible, looked up at her mother, and said in a pleading tone, "Mom, I want to choose a reason, can I?"

"Why do you want to choose a reason?" Wei Chan asked.

"Because I really like science." Having said that, Zhou Zhou's eyes flickered with determination.

Wei Chan grabbed Zhou Zhou's hand with both hands, and said, "But interest and future prospects cannot be equated. Baby, you are talented in liberal arts, you have great talent.

You also know that your liberal arts score is [-] points higher than your science score.These [-] points, on the college entrance examination, points are life. "

If there is no series of remedial classes such as Chinese studies, geography and so on that Wei Chan gave Zhou Zhou a weekend full of.

If Wei Chan didn't occupy Zhou Zhou's science time.

Will the result of all that be different?

Zhou Zhou was also silent, she was fighting against herself.Thirty points higher, it is a real fact.

Wei Chan stretched out her hand, pointed to the writing on the wall, and said, "Honey, didn't you like Chinese studies since you were young?"

Who likes it.

Who only likes the words that they can read.

Who just likes the soft and easy-to-use chain behind these words.

Wei Chan stretched out her hand, stroked Zhou Zhou's hair, and said, "My baby, how many awards for articles have you won since childhood, have you forgotten?

If I had your talent when I was young, I would not be such a small editor long ago. "

Zhou Zhou changed his knees and knelt beside Wei Chan, with his head sideways, lying docilely on her lap.

"Honey, do you really want to choose the truth? Just tell mom frankly."

Mother's hands are so gentle, her tone of voice is so gentle, and her voice is so gentle, Zhou Zhou believed it.

"I want to choose." Zhou Zhou said softly.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhou felt two or three drops of warmth falling on her face, she quickly straightened up and looked at Wei Chan.

Wei Chan shed tears.

Zhou Zhou panicked and was at a loss, reaching out his hand to wipe away Wei Chan's tears.

But how could Zhou Zhou wipe away these tears, and wipe them clean.

"Baby, you promised me since you were a child. You once said that you would work hard and become a great dancer and writer. For your words, my mother has devoted more than ten years of hard work and energy.

I worked overtime at night, until one or two o'clock in the morning, until I was admitted to the hospital, and my body was exhausted. These are nothing, I just think, I think that one day you can realize your own dream and become An amazing person.

But, baby, mom has been working hard to persevere, why do you always give up so easily? "

"Baby, you have danced for more than ten years, do you think that you are really the only one who is sweating?

Your performance costumes, tuition fees for dance classes, professional teachers for corrections, etc., which one is not earned by your parents?

You don't want to jump, and you ruin your own legs. Mom is really sad. It's not the money that's sad. What's sad is my dearest baby, who actually treats my hard work as rubbish that hurts you. "

"Baby, you broke your promise once, it doesn't matter, let's take the previous efforts as an experience in life. But this time, we have put in and worked hard together for so many years.

Dad is still on a business trip, and the disease that fell on his waist will not be completely cured. When I made a video call with me yesterday, he still smiled and said that he was fine and that he didn't hurt.Baby, do you really want to be so cruel and abandon all our sacrifices? "

Having said this, Wei Chan was already sobbing.

Zhou Zhou shed tears silently, and the tears wet her hair at the temples.

She wanted to kneel at Wei Chan's feet and smash her head, kneel inside a pile of the sharpest nails, let the nails pierce her knees, and punish herself for not being able to walk on the ground.

Then he tied himself to a cross, whipped him until his body was covered with cuts and bruises, without a piece of intact skin, and then slowly burned himself to death with raging flames, and finally sank the scorched corpse into the bottom of the sea for the ugly and ferocious monsters in the deep sea. The fish ate separately, gnawing until there were no bones left.

Is it enough?

Is it enough to atone for the sins of being raised by you?

Why do you always take such a soft whip to drive you in the direction you want?

Zhou Zhou struggled.Struggling in deep water and sea of ​​fire.

Where to go, how to go, is wrong.

Choosing a reason hurts the parents' hearts, it's wrong.

Selected texts, completely killed myself, wrong.

After a long time in a daze, Zhou Zhou finally got the form that should be filled out for class assignment.

Zhou Zhou sat at the desk in the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

On the desk, a watch, a pen, and a knife.

Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger, endured the pain, and scratched his thigh: "I'm sorry."

The burning sensation of pain suddenly broke through the embankment like a flood, wrapping Zhou Zhou's whole body tightly, forcing her tears to rush out of her eyes involuntarily.

In an instant, countless drops of cold sweat squeezed out from the pores on the back, soaking the clothes on Zhou Zhou's back.

Tears blurred Zhou Zhou's eyes. Zhou Zhou trembled his arms, raised the dagger again, and drew another bloody gash from his leg. She gritted her teeth almost to pieces: "I'm sorry... .”

The scorching pain just now came again overwhelmingly.

That knife is for the mother, and this knife is for the father.

Panting heavily, Zhou Zhou threw the dagger on the ground, wiped the blood on his dress, endured the severe pain in his legs, and tremblingly picked up the penholder on the table with scarlet eyes.

In one column on the previous form, solemnly write:

Management.