I have a date with math

When I was in high school, the school also organized such an event, but this time I was smarter and deliberately didn't listen to the speaker.

It was also a school-wide parent meeting. I thought it would be my mother, but it turned out to be my father.

My dad, as I said before, I think the relationship between me and him is very delicate.

It's strange to say that he was my idol when I was young, the person I must know when I write "the person you admire the most".

But the older they get, the bigger the gap between the father and son.

Although it was the same routine as in junior high school, many people were still crying. Just when I was glad that I was not as embarrassing as they were, the host gave us an interactive session.

Write a letter to my parents, write what I want my parents to say, I just want to write a few words to perfunctory.

But thinking that he would read it, he unconsciously wrote hundreds of words, which turned out to be full of words of apology.

The host did not stir up my emotions, but when I handed this letter to my dad, his calm and vicissitudes still made me want to cry.

He's wearing a suit, but I don't think he's handsome, he's tall and thin, with a lot of gray hair in his hair—I haven't looked at him like this for a long time, there's no fight, just looking at him like that.

Only then did I know that the most tear-jerking part of this event was not the inflected words of the speakers, nor the slow-toned lyrical music, but the parents themselves.

They often say that it is for my own good to urge me to read, and they often say that I am not reading for them, but for myself.

But at that time, I felt that I was reading for them.

Tuesday, May 2019, 5, sunny.

Countdown to the college entrance examination, 17.

In the past few days, Xiao Xiao seemed particularly strange, often in a daze, and often fell asleep in class.

His grades in the mock exam last time were still stable, as if they had stabilized. These days... I wonder if he has been slack?

When he is awake, he is also often in a daze, which is very similar to the state I have been in for a while.

Even walking on the road, he was playing with his mobile phone, so he couldn't tell that he was a senior high school student who was about to take the college entrance examination.

We don't have to go for running exercises these days, so the 20 minutes of exercises between classes are completely free.The physical education class has also been completely stopped and turned into a self-study class.

The time the school spared for us in our third year of high school is to let us seize the time to check the gaps and make up for the omissions, so that we can be a blockbuster during the college entrance examination.

I don't understand his behavior. He has worked hard for so long before, so there is no need to give up at this juncture.

After the self-study that night, Xiao Xiao quickly went back to the dormitory by himself. When I went back with Mathematics, he sat in front of his seat.

He was not studying either, he was concentrating on looking at his phone, we took a look in the past, he was watching a movie.

There was still a smell of wine in the air.

We don't sell alcohol in our school, but today is Tuesday, so we should buy it on the weekend.

"you've been drinking?"

"kindness."

"What are you doing? Are you also broken in love?"

Xiao Xiao shook her head, looking extremely silent.

I felt that his condition was not very good, and I was not in a hurry to solve the problem. I sat next to him and asked, "What's the matter? If there is anything you can't tell me, don't hold back by yourself."

There is one thing to say, that is, I have never seen him so strange during the time when he was broken in love.