Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and during these three days, Zhou Bai only slept two or three hours a day, and those chaotic and fragmented pictures made him very tormented.

After his parents learned about what he had encountered, they had a communication with him, which made him feel a lot better, plus the senior year of high school was very tight, everyone was studying hard, and Zhou Bai couldn't care about the messy thoughts, but the rest was not enough, which made Zhou Bai a little unmotivated.

Entrusted by someone to die, the deceased is the greatest, Zhou Bai is still thinking about conveying Li Mingyuan's last words to his mother, if it is an ordinary thing, it can be conveyed through others, but after all, it is such a sensitive matter, the fewer people involved, the better, unfortunately the family has not received a call from the family of the deceased in the past three days.

On Sunday, the phone call finally came, and after Zhou Bai said to his parents, he went to see Li Mingyuan's mother.

In fact, Zhou Bai didn't quite understand why he did this, originally these words could be directly communicated and conveyed on the phone, but he still felt that this matter was very important in his heart, and he should do it, and finally Zhou Bai listened to his heart.

I saw Li Mingyuan's mother at the gate of the hospital, it was a very temperamental woman, she could know at a glance that she was either rich or noble, but her face was sad and gloomy at the moment, even because she saw someone clean up, Zhou Bai still saw the thick sadness in her eyes, and she must have suffered a lot for a few days, after all, the pain of losing a child is really unbearable.

Carefully considering the wording, he informed his mother of Li Mingyuan's last words, although Zhou Bai was careful enough, those words still crushed Yin Yuelian at once, and she couldn't help but cry, tears raining down.

Even as a bystander, Zhou Bai can't help but feel compassion, this is people's compassion, hearsay may be able to understate, but being in it will inevitably be substituted.

After crying, there was a hint of relief, Zhou Bai didn't know the story of Li Mingyuan and his mother, and Yin Yuelian didn't have the desire to confide in Zhou Bai, after all, except for conveying Li Mingyuan's last words this time, they probably won't have any intersection in the future.

Zhou Bai thought of Li Mingyuan's dying guilt, and thought that there must be a heavy knot between the mother and son, and with Li Mingyuan's death, everything has disappeared.

For Yin Yuelian, who was enduring her grief, Zhou Bai could do too little, and could only step forward to comfort a few words, but the power of words was so pale at this time, and in the face of the grief of the death of his relatives, it seemed so insignificant.

That day, Zhou Bai stayed silent beside Yin Yuelian for a long time, and he didn't understand why he didn't leave immediately, it seemed that he was also waiting for a farewell in his heart, which was so important.

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The car accident seems to be like a stone thrown into the calm lake, raising a circle of waves will eventually return to calm, but it seems that the calm lake surface has been restored, perhaps no one knows that these waves once existed, and changes have quietly happened.

Time is the medicine of life, two months have passed, Zhou Bai repeated his senior year of high school life in which he got up early, practiced boxing, went to class, got out of school, and went home, just like before, this unchanged and then repeated.

Zhou Bai himself didn't tell anyone, he had one more trouble, every night, in his dreams, he could always see some strange pictures, experiencing the decades of life called Li Mingyuan, bits and pieces like fragments, some Zhou Bai could understand, some Zhou Bai couldn't understand, and some couldn't remember after waking up.

At the end of the day, he's just an adolescent boy who has to deal with the intense study of his senior year of high school.

The fragmentary information obtained in those dreams was vague, and the part of understanding made him feel incredible, and Zhou Bai felt that it was better to hide it deeply.

It's just that occasionally, Zhou Bai will think of Li Mingyuan's words that day, think of the regret in his eyes, life is short and fragile, Zhou Bai looked at the choice he thought was good before, and he felt that it was not what he really wanted.

It was only because he didn't have enough confidence in the future of that road, coupled with the limitations of his knowledge and the constraints of tradition, that he buried his dreams deeply.

Perhaps, I should make some changes, if I choose another one because of the difficulty of the road, choose to give up, then what is the value of the dream that can be given up so easily? During the recess, Zhou Bai, who was sitting in a daze, thought to himself.

"Xiaobai, what are you thinking? Ban Hua didn't react to you for a long time. Seeing that Zhou Bai was distracted again, Huang Hongjun, who was at the same table and a close friend, pushed Zhou Bai with his elbow and said, interrupting his contemplation.

"Dajun, I'm wondering if I should apply for art colleges in the future, it's time to register for art exams soon, seriously, the school my dad wants me to apply for, I'm really not interested. Zhou Bai smiled and said seriously.

"Are you sick?" Huang Hongjun touched Zhou Bai's forehead, "There is no fever, your father wants you to study economics, your mother and your father have united front, are you sure you want to apply for the art academy?" Huang Hongjun lowered his voice and said softly.

Not long after class ends at this time, shouting loudly to attract onlookers is not possible.

In this era, art colleges and universities are far less popular than ordinary universities, and the so-called art is almost linked to hooligans in the hearts of ordinary people.

Let's put it this way, after the new century, it will not be strange for you to see students with good results in the college entrance examination applying for art schools, especially majors such as acting, but in the 90s, a student who could go to Qingbei Shuangshu School wanted to study acting or something, which sounds similar to the feeling of Xiao Lizi coming to China to participate in Yu Ma Leiren's TV series.

Many people take the art examination in order to fight for a future, and what they value is that university diploma, because many people can't go to university if they only rely on cultural courses.

"I know, but I've been thinking about it for a long time, it's my dream, and I don't want to regret it for the rest of my life because I chose a life I don't like. Zhou Bai also has a headache, the parents at home have long been united front, and it is really difficult to get the consent of the two, Zhou Bai knows too much how much his father hopes that he can study economics.

"I understand that you have a lot of thoughts for a while, but Xiaobai, have you really thought about it? You are the god of study who has long occupied the first place in the exam in our school, and the head teacher of the female devil also said conclusively that you have booked a place in Tsinghua University and Peking University, not that I want to hit you, and you will not have a good time at this level. Huang Hongjun grinned and quipped.

Zhou Bai has a black line, this dead friend really spares no effort to hit his enthusiasm, Zhou Bai also understands in his heart that the army is well-intentioned, his academic performance is indeed very good, in this era of Lingnan town, admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, the county magistrate must personally commend him, and the school and the head teacher can follow the light.

He is definitely not admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts in art colleges, everyone knows that his art is very average, and it is relatively ugly to draw comic books, and the gap between other schools and the two schools in Qingbei is big.

"I told you that I didn't let you hit me, okay, don't you support me in the army?" Zhou Bai rolled his eyes and said.

"I know you love movies and acting. Yes, you and your uncle spend a lot of time in that shabby screening room, and we know a lot about movies. You are also very happy and enthusiastic at every school party, your kid looks good, and he looks a little more handsome than me, but the difficulty is still here, isn't this a Tsinghua University and Peking University, and an art college, this is a world of difference. Dajun also said seriously.

Huang Hongjun is talking about practical problems, it is true that one is obviously Tsinghua University and Peking University, and the other is an art school that I have not heard of much, in the era of 95, people's impressions cannot be compared at all.

If you want to tell people that your child has been admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, no one is allowed to give a thumbs up, but if you tell people what drama school and film school you are admitted to, in people's perception, they think it is not a good school.

"I thought about it, I want to take the Chinese opera and the North Film. Dajun, I think my dad and mom should be able to understand, they are actually not unenlightened people, they have asked my opinion before, but I didn't think about it so much at the time, I know that my dad has always had this desire, so I pushed the boat to say that I want to study economics. Zhou Bai analyzed in a low voice, the two are close friends and at the same table, the relationship is too good, the two families are also very familiar, and their respective foundations are basically clear.

"Okay, anyway, this matter has to be solved by yourself after all, and it is no problem to ask me to help persuade you. Huang Hongjun patted Zhou Bai on the shoulder and said.

Zhou Bai nodded, stopped talking, and immediately went to class, now is not the time to discuss this, I still have to think more about how to communicate with my parents, Zhou Bai's personality is like this, I really think about it, just consider how to do it.

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"Fruits and seeds are the end of life and the beginning of life. - Iranian quote.