After evening self-study, Liang Ya, who returned home, was sitting at her desk, listening to songs with headphones and doing her homework while her mother Cheng Wenjin walked in.

"Xiaoya!" Cheng Wenjin called Liang Ya in a low voice.

Liang Ran didn't realize it.

"Xiaoya!" Cheng Wenjin shouted again.

Liang Ya still didn't react.

Cheng Wenjin was surprised, and after a closer look, she suddenly saw that there was an extra black earphone cable on her daughter's chest. It turned out to be listening to a song. She had no choice but to push the other person's shoulder with her hand.

"Ah, Mom, what's wrong?" Liang Ya looked up and saw that it was her mother, so she immediately took off one earphone, but the other earphone was still hanging and she was reluctant to take it off.

"It's nothing, it's just that today in the library, I found an interesting thing. Cheng Wenjin put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, smiled and said, seeing that Liang Ya was still listening to the song with one ear, she deliberately said, "What song is so good, I listen to my homework?"

"Ah, it's ...... It's a very ordinary song, too...... That is, listen to it casually. Liang Ya's face changed, and she hurriedly took off the other earbud, stuffed it into the drawer in front of her along with the earphone cable, and quickly closed it, "What's the interesting thing, Mom?

"Don't do your homework?" Cheng Wenjin smiled, watching her daughter's performance, and didn't say anything.

"I did most of it during the evening self-study, and there wasn't much left. Liang Ya said, and then said, "What's the funny thing, Mom?

Cheng Wenjin thought to herself, this is what you asked repeatedly, don't blame your mother in your heart, so she said casually: "Speaking of which, this matter is also related to a student named Wang Zi'an in your school." At about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the journal reading room of the library suddenly flooded with five or six students from your school, all of whom were little girls in the second and third years of junior high school, and they had to read the two magazines "Science Fiction World" and "Sprout" as soon as they came to the roll call. I was a little curious, so I asked why they wanted these two magazines, and the students chattered that Wang Zi'an from their school had published three articles in Science Fiction World and Sprout, and that they had come to the library to read them. As soon as they said this, I became even more curious, "Science Fiction World" and "Sprout" are very popular magazines, and books, newspapers, and bookstalls outside are sold everywhere, so how can they go to the library to see them? A few little girls immediately said that where are there still "Science Fiction World" and "Sprout" in the whole Quartet! If they had bought them earlier!

"It's really not easy for middle school students to be able to publish articles in two national magazines, Science Fiction World and Sprout. So, I asked who Wang Zi'an was, and was he very famous?

"I don't know if I don't ask, but I'm shocked when I ask. It turns out that this Wang Zi'an, not only writes well, but also has a domineering academic performance, this year-oh, it should be that he took the first place in the grade twice in a row last year. Not only that, according to a few little girls, Wang Zi'an can also write songs, and the songs he writes are called good......"

Cheng Wenjin said that she had been paying attention to her daughter's face, and found that as soon as the three words "Wang Zi'an" came out of her mouth, she suddenly saw a trace of panic flashing in her daughter's apricot eyes. As she confided more and more information about the prince, her daughter's pretty face became more and more white, and finally, when she asked the following sentence, her daughter's pretty face had become like a blank piece of paper.

"Xiaoya, the prince in your school, has good grades, good articles, and can write songs, is he really so powerful?

At this time, Liang Ya's heart was like a little green frog that was screwed full of clockwork by a child, jumping non-stop, and her mind was also blank, like the sesame paste she had eaten when she was a child, and after a while, she struggled to squeeze out a few words from her mouth: "Wang Zi'an is...... It's a pretty powerful ......."

"How many classes is Wang Zi'an?" Cheng Wenjin asked again.

"Seven...... The ...... of Class 7," Liang Ya said mechanically.

"Oh, Class Seven, isn't that the same class as Wang Bo and Liao Xiaoqing!" Cheng Wenjin said with a smile, "But I can write songs in high school, and I can also compose, compose and arrange music, but I don't believe it - oh, by the way, didn't you let me listen to a song a few months ago? At that time, you said that it was written by a student in your school, it should be Wang Zi'an, right? You show it to me to listen to it again, it's been a few months, and I don't have any impression at all!"

Liang Ya was about to say that she had returned the tape, but after seeing her mother finish speaking, she walked straight to the bookshelf where she had put the tape, and reached for the very eye-catching blank tape that had been inserted/into a long row of tapes.

"Walkman, Xiaoya!" Cheng Wenjin, who took the tape, patted Liang Ya's shoulder, opened the tape case, and suddenly said "Huh", and said in his mouth:

"Encounter", lyrics: Wang Zi'an, composer: Wang Zi'an, arrangement: Wang Zi'an, original song: Wang Zi'an, September 25, 1999. It seems that it was really written by Wang Zi'an. ”

Liang Ya reluctantly opened the drawer, took out the three songs that Wang Bo had given her that she had been playing on loop for the past few days, and gave her Walkman to her mother.

Cheng Wenjin started listening to songs with headphones, but she didn't leave, she sat on the edge of her daughter's bed. A familiar melody rings in my ears. As soon as the first main song was sung, Cheng Wenjin was already sure in her heart, yes, it was indeed the voice of "Wang Xiaogui"! It's just that this kind of thing is too exaggerated and bizarre, and her previous impression of Wang Bo has always been the impression of a "rice noodle shop junior" who can do things, look at eyes, and be born to do business.

It's not a line at all!

made Cheng Wenjin extremely relaxed, made her daughter Liang Ya extremely nervous, and the nervous minutes finally passed. Cheng Wenjin took off his headphones and said: "This song is really good, light, ethereal, with a hint of sentimentality, both lyrics and songs are first-class." If it was really written by Wang Zi'an from your school, he could have become famous with this song. ”

The evaluation of her mother, a college student, made Liang Ya who was nervous couldn't help but let out a burst of secret joy, but her secret joy was not over, and Cheng Wenjin's next sentence made Liang Ya's heart almost jump out of her chest:

"But, Xiaoya, how do I feel this voice is déjà vu, quite familiar, as if it ...... It seems like Wang Bo's voice? yes, it's Wang Bo's little ghost's voice! It must not be wrong!" Cheng Wenjin clapped his hands and said with great certainty.

"It's over, it's over! Mother must have come prepared! She must have heard what the little girls in No. 4 Middle School said, and now come back to lie to me. What should I do, what should I do, what should I do? Do you want to admit that Wang Bo and Wang Zi'an are the same person? If you don't admit it, your mother can confirm that she was lying with a phone call; but if she does, how can she explain the lie she told her last time? With her mother's wisdom, she must have seen that there is something greasy in this!" At this time, Liang Ya was like an ant in a hot pot, so anxious that she couldn't do it, and her pretty face was also red and white. She actively thought about countermeasures and methods in her heart, but the more she thought about it, the sadder she found that whether she admitted it or denied it, it was extremely difficult for her at this time, and it was too late, and there was little meaning.

Cheng Wenjin has been paying attention to her daughter's expression, and found that she is uncertain, sometimes clenching her silver teeth, sometimes frowning. The daughter probably wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, and she was silent. And this silence is tantamount to acquiescence to Cheng Wenjin - acquiescing that Wang Bo and Wang Zi'an are the same person, and acquiescing that she has lied about many things about Wang Bo before.

And why lie, but it is not difficult to imagine.

Today, she went home early and found out the true identity of Wang Bo's "little ghost" in her daughter's boudoir, and the words written on the tape tray that Wang Bo gave her daughter also indirectly proved her speculation that her daughter was in love with Wang Bo.

If the object of her daughter's relationship is not Wang Bo, there is no doubt that she will definitely oppose it during the critical period of the second year of high school.

However, the "he" in her daughter's heart is "that little ghost", an object that she admires and has a good impression of, Cheng Wenjin feels extremely embarrassed.

Especially this afternoon, I learned about the various deeds of Wang Bo, a little ghost, in the fourth middle school, and personally listened to the three affectionate poems written by the other party to his daughter, which were deeply affectionate and touching to the earth-shattering, and the love song of "love when you die", the idea of beating the mandarin duck was completely thrown out of the clouds by her.

In any sense, this "little ghost king" is worthy of his daughter, and even some of them are too deserved!

Judging from the time that my daughter has been dating each other, my daughter's grades don't seem to have declined, not only that, but in some subjects, there have been varying degrees of improvement!

There is no objection, and there is no reason to interfere, and it seems inappropriate to support and encourage the two little ones directly when they are not yet fully adults. In the end, after some consideration, Cheng Wenjin decided to maintain the status quo for the time being, and quietly carried out side knocks first, so that her daughter contradicted herself, exposed herself, and could not justify herself, and then had no choice but to "confess" to herself the ins and outs of her and Wang Bo. In this way, I also grasped the initiative, whether it was advice or advice from the perspective of those who came over, it was logical, and occupied the commanding heights of morality.

Now it seems that her purpose has been achieved.

However, her daughter's nervous, tangled, embarrassed, confused, and even frightened face made Cheng Wenjin not have the slightest joy and complacency. Mother-daughter connection, the various emotions that her daughter shows at this moment, as well as those that she does not show, she can empathize, and has a strong understanding and tolerance, because as a girl, she used to be like this. On the whole, she is not a strict mother, and she is unwilling to impose many of her wills on others, even her daughter, who has a lot of say in them.

In front of her daughter, contrary to Liang Jingquan's strict father, she has always played the image of a reasonable and loving mother.

Cheng Wenjin sighed, came to Liang Ya's side, and gently stroked/stroked her daughter's smooth and shiny black hair with her hand, softly, and cautiously said:

"Xiaoya, mom actually already knows about the matter between you and Xiaobo - don't get me wrong, mom didn't go out of her way to inquire, but she just saw it by chance today. Don't worry, Mom is not to blame or oppose coming over today, but to hear the story between you, and then give you appropriate advice and advice as a person who has come over, are you willing to tell your story to Mom?"

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