What's more, after experiencing Liu Xiaoju's oolong incident, Liu Yiming faintly felt that maybe Chu Sisi and the physical and mental department she valued really had some useful things that could benefit the citizens.

If it weren't for Dr. Mu coming, I don't know when Liu Xiaoju plans to say something.

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At the end of October, the rain condensed over the city finally became autumn rain with a gust of autumn wind, and the haze that lasted for nearly half a month finally dissipated in this wind and rain.

Wu Le stood by the window and watched the cars speeding by on the highway outside.

White, blue, red, yellow.

These cars will make a sound when they pass by.

The highway outside the window leads to the airport, and there are vehicles passing through it from morning to night.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wu Le chatted with his classmates in the QQ group, chatting about who in the class and who were not a couple, and who went to sing together with whom.

He is 15 years old, and he looks like an ordinary middle school student, with a somewhat pale face, like those children who don't like outdoor sports.

He lives with his parents, his father, Wu Tian, a factory mechanic, and his mother, Lin Xiaolei, an interior designer.

Because this house is close to the airport, the sound of the plane passing by is particularly noisy, when it was purchased, it was less than 30,000 square meters, compared with the house in the city center from 60,000, although the supporting facilities of the southern suburbs are not as good as the urban area, fortunately, the house price is low.

After having his own house, Wu Tian bought his first family car, so that it was more convenient to travel to and from the city to pick up Wu Le to school.

Everything looks good, only Wu Le himself knows, he is getting more and more on the verge of madness.

He had some strange things in the past, which only he knew, such as washing his hands a dozen times a day, touching a little greasy or dusty, washing them several times with soap (usually even), and sometimes he would deliberately wait for an extra subway instead of taking the first subway home.

But these are minor problems that no one will find out. When the classmates who went home together asked, "Wu Le, why don't you get on the bus?" Wu Le would say that my father said that the car would arrive at the subway station five minutes late, so I should get on the subway a little later so as not to wait outside.

As soon as he said this, his classmates would wave at him and get into the car without any suspicion.

As a result, such little secrets accumulated day by day and became a part of Wu Le's life.

Since entering the third year of junior high school, his small problems have sometimes been washed away by intense studies, originally Wu Le still felt this change, although the academic pressure was greater, and the papers of various disciplines were stacked into a small mountain, but the urge to wash his hands was almost impossible to find.

But recently, he had a new problem, and it bothered him.

I can't hide it anymore.

Fortunately, Wu Le didn't feel embarrassed about this matter, it should be a disease that was not easy to solve.

It seems, how long have you been waiting?

Wu Le did the math, he has had it since the end of September, and he didn't care too much about it at that time.

Compared to not daring to take the first subway to the station, or always having to wash your hands, it is not a big deal even if your parents know about it.

So, two weeks ago, Wu Le told Lin Xiaolei about his troubles.

"Mom, have you ever had this kind of problem? I kept hearing a piece of music in my head. ”

"What music?" Lin Xiaolei was lying on her drawing table drawing drawings.

"It doesn't seem like it's a pop song because there are no lyrics ......"

"I don't know anything about music, so come back and ask your dad."

For the first time, Lin Xiaolei replied to Wu Le like this, Wu Le heard his mother say this, although he didn't solve any problems, but he didn't seem to blame him.

That night, after Wu Tian came back, it was dinner time, and the dinner table was still about what high school to apply for, English should work harder, mathematics should be done more, and the ancient literature is not all right, there is nothing new, after entering the third year of junior high school, the parents' requirements for Wu Le are becoming more and more clear, even if you can't enter the big four, you can't fail any of the eight key middle schools.

What is this called, as if you can take the test at any time in eight schools?

"Eight, you won't be able to pass any of them, will you?"

Wu Tian always said this, looking very optimistic, and at this time Lin Xiaolei would say, "Anyway, if you can't pass the exam, you will be a worker in the factory like your father in the future." ”

"Dad is a skilled worker, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I didn't say it's shameful, it's just hard work, it's not decent, isn't it?"

Wu Le has liked to tinker with his father Wu Tian since he was a child, and he used to live with the old people of the previous generation when he was small, and the parts were everywhere, Lin Xiaolei always scolded Wu Tian for being unproductive, Wu Tian was just smiling and never talking back.

Dad's pleasure is in those screws, files, and absolutely precise mounting angles of teeth, this kind of thing is considered a man's pleasure, but Mom is a woman, and she will not understand.

After changing to the current apartment, my mother didn't let my father tinker with these things anywhere, saying that don't delay Wu Le's study, and don't give him wrong guidance, how can these greasy things sit in the office decently.

Wu Le had better take the civil service exam in the future, which is stable and respectable.

finally ended the daily cliché, and Wu Le opened his mouth before his mother stood up to put away the bowl.

This is Lin Xiaolei who has already stood up with the bowl, and sat back reluctantly halfway through the stand, "If there is anything, you just hurry up, finish writing your homework, I still have drawings that have not been finished!" ”

Lin Xiaolei touched her neck and turned her head, making a creaking sound from her neck.

"Ah, designers can't do it either, the cervical spine is sick, what should I do when I'm old?"

"It's not because my family has no money, I also want to retire early, take Lele, practice yoga, and I don't want to work hard to draw drawings every day."

"That's the case...... Seeing that her mother was about to start nagging her about how much effort she had spent for this family, Wu Le hurriedly rushed to speak, "That's it, Dad, have you ever heard a piece of music always repeating in your ears?" ”

Wu Tian thought about it, picked up the soup bowl and drank the remaining half of the soup at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth.

"Ah, it seems that there is, there has always been the sound of that sprinkler truck."

"Sprinkler?" Wu Le touched the back of his head, "What's it?" ”

"It's a sprinkler on the road, and every time I drive by, there's a piece of music, like 'To Alice.'"

Oh, so it's classical music, and it's the same kind of music as the one in my ears.

"So Dad, will that voice not be there later? How long has it not been? ”