Xin Wei looked at the churning fritters in the oil pot, which turned from white to orange after a while, and his saliva was about to flow out. This is the first pot of fritters. He asked for five fritters and a pot of soy milk. After paying the bill, he carried the fritters and carefully walked home with the soy milk.

When I got home, my mother had just finished washing up and came out of the bathroom. When my mother saw Xin Wei carrying fritters and holding a small aluminum pot, she was immediately stunned for a moment, then took the small aluminum pot and said to Xin Wei:

"Weiwei, why did you get up so early? Why did you run out and buy breakfast by yourself?"

"Mom, I've eaten the breakfast you have made for more than ten years, let my son be filial to you, and serve you and Dad to eat the breakfast I bought, although I can't cook, but the breakfast I bought today is the first one. ”

"Okay, well, our son has grown up and knows that he loves his parents. When my mother spoke, she almost cried.

Dad still has half an hour to get up, so Mom puts the soy milk on the stove and warms it so that it won't be cold when it comes to eating.

Xin Wei also hurriedly washed, and then talked to his mother.

While the two of them were talking, Dad got up. When my mother told my father, Xin Wei ran out to buy it early today. When the father heard this, he stroked his son's head with his hand, looked at his son with a smile and said:

"It seems that the Xin family will have one more man and one less ignorant boy from today onwards!"

Today's breakfast for three people was very happy, Xin Wei and his father each ate two fritters, and my mother was reluctant to eat the remaining fritter at first, she was afraid that her son or husband would not have enough to eat. It was Xin Wei who insisted again and again, and my mother ate the fritters. The innate spirit of maternal love and self-sacrifice of Chinese women is vividly expressed in the subtleties of a fritter. In life, it is often in the most inconspicuous details that contain the deepest meaning.

After breakfast, Mom and Dad have to go to work, and Xin Wei has to go to school. At this time, Xin Weike had double thoughts. One is the thought of the teenager Xinwei, and the other is the thought of crossing Xinwei. Xin Wei was afraid that in the process of going to school, his dream would suddenly be broken and he would return to reality.

He came this time with a purpose. At the end of the twentieth century, although the lives of families had improved a lot, they were not yet wealthy. Therefore, this time Xin Wei planned to send some money back to his family, and he won a bonus of 300,000 yuan this time, which he wanted to spend 150,000 yuan to buy a car for his father and 100,000 yuan for his mother to buy some things for the family. So this time he brought back 100,000 yuan.

Mom and Dad are honest people, if the family rushes to have an extra 100,000 yuan, what if they can't afford to hand it over to the police uncle. Xin didn't make a quick brain teaser. The 100,000 yuan is in his small schoolbag, and he can't be brought to school, and if he doesn't open his eyes, he won't be sent to the bureau. If the policeman's uncle asked him to explain how a first-year junior high school student got 100,000 yuan, no one would believe him for any reason.

"What can I do, what can I do?" Xin Wei was on his way to school, racking his brains to think about this question.

Suddenly, his little ghost came, and he came up with a great idea. So he began to turn around and run towards his home.

He used the key around his neck to open the door to his house. He ran to Mom and Dad's bedroom and opened the closet. In the corner of the wardrobe there is a small wooden box, and inside this small box, there is a small blue and white porcelain vase left by Grandpa Xin Wei for his father. Dad never thought of selling this blue vase, nor did he find someone to appraise it, in his heart it was just a thought left by his father to himself.

He took out the blue and white porcelain, wrapped it in a flannel cloth and put it in his pocket. On my father's desk, I wrote a note. The general content of the note was that the gentleman of Liang Shang visited the Xin family. I came specifically for this blue and white porcelain vase, and I borrowed it because I liked it very much. In order to make up for the loss, 100,000 oceans were offered. This is called theft. also said that in the future, maybe you will get tired of playing and return the original. Liang Shangjun suggested that half of the 100,000 yuan should be bought into shares of 10,000 K Company, and the other half could be spent casually. If you don't come back within ten years, all your money will be at your disposal. The signature is Grand Theft Harley.

Because the handwriting is the style of Xin Wei when he grows up, even if the father sees this note, the father will not think of his son.

Xin Wei wrote the note, put the 100,000 yuan and the note in the small wooden box where the blue and white porcelain was placed, and put the wooden box on the writing desk, and did not put it back in the large wardrobe.

After solving the matter of 100,000 yuan, Xin Wei carried his schoolbag and quickly ran to the school. If you run to school at the speed of the teenager Xin Wei, it is estimated that you will be late. But Xin Wei, who came back from the crossover, was the boy who was empowered. So when he ran into the classroom, just in time, he stepped on the bell and entered the door.

Thankfully, Xin Wei wasn't late this morning, because today is the midterm exam. In the morning, there are exams in mathematics, Chinese and English, and in the afternoon there are other minor subjects such as music, art and geography.

Xin Wei was a top student when he was in college, and now he comes back to take the first year of junior high school, which is not a piece of cake.

The examination time for each course is 60 minutes. The first session was math. After Xin Wei got the paper, it was finished in less than ten minutes, and then he raised his hand to ask for it. Teacher Wang, who teaches mathematics, came over and told him not to rush to hand in the papers, and he would not think about it again. Xin Wei's mathematics is at the middle level in the class, and he is still quite serious in his studies, but he is a little unenlightened, which is the comment given to him by Mr. Wang.

Xin Wei told the teacher that he had made it all and checked it. Mr. Wang didn't believe Xin Wei's words, so he picked up Xin Wei's scroll, pushed up the frame of his myopic glasses, stuck it on his head, and then took it to a place close to his eyes and looked at it. Mr. Wang is almost 50 years old, and his eyes are both short-sighted and blind.

Xin Wei's paper is very neat, there are no corrections, and all the answers are correct and easy. Teacher Wang put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, then looked at Xin Wei like a monster and said:

"You come with me to the office. He walked towards the door as he spoke, and when he arrived at the door, he saw Xiao Huang, an intern teacher who had just been assigned from the university, and he called Teacher Xiao Huang to help him invigilate the exam.

"Did you make this paper? Why did you finish it so quickly? Did you look at the classmates around you?" asked Teacher Wang. Even if Mr. Wang knew that Xin Wei's character was good, he could finish the exam questions in ten minutes, and all of them were correct, which was too incredible, and he couldn't find a suitable reason, so he could only ask Xin Wei like this.

"Mr. Wang, I just want to see other students, and they won't write so fast. This volume can only be made by myself. The only plausible explanation is that the volume is not very difficult. ”

"It's not difficult, how difficult do you want it to be?Do you want the exam papers for the second and third years of junior high school?" Although Mr. Wang knew that Xin Wei's answer was very reasonable, other students estimated that they would not answer more than one-third of the questions so far. But the teacher can't encourage students to challenge authority, so he said a little angrily.

"The second and third years of junior high school are just like that, even if it's the Olympiad. Xin Wei's little fiery temper is a little up. He thought to himself, I have graduated from college, and the middle school math paper is too pediatric.

Didn't Cangyang Gyatso say that a Buddha is a person who has come in the past and a person is a Buddha in the future? I have already experienced the curriculum in middle school, and my current self is a Buddha who has attained enlightenment compared to my first year of junior high school.

"Xin Wei, I found that you are not very old, but your bragging skills have improved very quickly. I'll give you a question, and you do it in front of me. Teacher Wang said as he walked to the blackboard in the office, and a math problem from the beginning of the semester was quickly written on the blackboard.

The answer is 27. Xin Wei just turned around after Mr. Wang finished writing, and he could figure out the answer.

Teacher Wang was even more surprised, thinking that maybe the blind cat had met a dead mouse and was blinded by him. So Mr. Wang turned to the blackboard again and wrote a more difficult question.

“115。 Xin Wei was quick to give the answer.

This time, Mr. Wang directly wrote a question for the second grade of junior high school.

“1220。 Xin did not continue to reply.

Teacher Wang's brain began to sweat, and at this time he was already fully convinced that Xin Wei had made the exam paper himself. However, the question of the exam whose authority was challenged made Mr. Wang unable to answer, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. So he ran back to his seat, took a book for the junior high school Olympiad, found a question and put it on the blackboard.

“11.75。 When Xin Wei answered correctly again, Mr. Wang had been completely defeated. At this time, he is no longer stubborn to maintain the authority of the teacher. He walked over, moved a stool, and placed it next to his desk, he took Xin Wei's hand and asked Xin Wei to sit in front of him, and he asked Xin Wei to give him a reasonable explanation.

"Mr. Wang, Einstein couldn't speak before he was two years old, but that didn't affect him from becoming a giant of science. Some people are enlightened and slower, but they grow at a very fast pace......"

"What? You even know Einstein, you even know the concept of acceleration, do you know how to do physics problems?"

"Mr. Wang, let me put it this way, I have been self-studying, and I have completed all the courses in middle school. Xin Wei blocked all the problems back with one sentence.

"Ah......." This time all Mr. Wang's questions were blocked. However, Teacher Wang immediately thought that if what Xin Wei said was true, then there was a genius boy in his class. Thinking of this, he smiled and said to Xin Wei:

"Simply, you are in my office, taking the Chinese and English tests, I will tell Teacher Wu and Teacher Liu, I will personally invigilate the test for you, I want to see if you are like what you said. ”

Mr. Wang found Mr. Wu, who taught Chinese, and Mr. Liu, who taught English, and told Xin Wei about the situation. The two teachers were surprised, but agreed with Mr. Wang's suggestion. The muttering of the three teachers alarmed Mr. Pei, the head of the grade. Teacher Pei made a report to Principal Fan as if he had been invited.

Just ten minutes later, Xin Wei was placed in a small conference room at the school to take a Chinese and English test. Principal Fan, Pei Duanchang, and Teacher Wang invigilated the examination at the same time.

In about 7 minutes, Xin Wei finished his English. I finished the language in 42 minutes, and the reason why the language took a little longer was because I had to write an essay. The title of the essay is "The Meaning of Learning". Principal Fan asked Pei Duanchang to find a Chinese and English teacher and correct them immediately.

Xin Wei's results are all perfect marks. In particular, the cognitive level of the essay is completely beyond the cognitive level of a junior high school student, and completely beyond the cognitive level of these teachers. They think it's the best essay they've ever read, there isn't one, only one.

Everyone has always agreed to recommend this essay to the newspaper for publication.