"Bell bell bell..."

Ren Shuai, who had just arrived at the door of the dormitory, looked at the caller ID with some embarrassment.

Mom called

What do you say after you take it, is my mother still angry?

Although he thought so, Ren Shuai still picked up the phone.

"Mom," Ren Shuai exclaimed intimately.

"Do you still know that you have a mother, and you haven't called me for so many days, are you playing with the computer again?"

As if hearing that the tone on the other end of the phone had softened, Ren Shuai hurriedly said:

"How dare you, I'm not afraid that my mother will be angry, and besides, I've been calling my dad these days to ask if your anger has subsided."

"Really?" Obviously, this sentence was not asked to him, but the aggrieved father beside him.

Seeing that Ren's father nodded, Ren's mother's tone also softened.

originally wanted to give his son a step down, but since this is really the case, there is no need to be angry.

"Son, Mom is talking to you about something."

Hearing that his mother was deflated, Ren Shuai also breathed a deep sigh, but it was over. Then he said:

"Mom, you say, I'll listen."

Ren Ma ignored the eyes of the man on the side and said:

"Next year, you will go to your uncle's company for an internship, and there are a few other relatives who are also suitable for you."

The sudden information rushed into Ren Shuai's brain in an instant, and the violent blow made him a little unable to stand up, and hurriedly held on to the door frame on the side.

What does this mean, I was able to pay for my youth for three years, but I was suddenly told that I couldn't give it to you for two years, and you were going to work.

"I'm still in school." Ren Shuai tried to struggle in the process of falling to the trough.

"Going to school? You went to college just to get a diploma, do you really think you can learn anything useful in college? Ren's mother said with some disdain.

"Then I still have to attend every class to give me a graduation certificate." Ren Shuai tried to persuade.

"Ding" didn't wait for Ren's mother to speak, and a WeChat message came from the mobile phone on the other side.

Ren's mother, who was a little soft-hearted, also laughed and strengthened her thoughts.

"Your uncle said that as long as you work in their unit for one year, he will help you get a graduation certificate from Wucheng University of Technology, and then you only need to take the exam."

This uncle!

Ren Shuai was a little frustrated.

Scolding but not scolding, from their point of view, it really doesn't hurt to do this to themselves.

After the water friend competition, Tao Haiyao will also leave and continue to gallop on his dream stage.

In the conversation between the two last night, Tao Haiyao guessed that he might directly become the starting jungler of the second team, which also made Ren Shuai happy for a long time.

It's just that when I sleep, I don't know where that feeling of emptiness in my heart comes from.

Team LW, maybe they would have left them, but they didn't leave them.

"I'll tell you, Ren Shuai, don't tell me the conditions." When Ren's mother saw that the other end of the phone was no longer talking, she suddenly became angry and was about to have a seizure.

"I know, I agreed."

Ren Shuai pretended to be relaxed and said.

Hearing her son's promise, Ren's mother also smiled, and she didn't even have to pay tuition fees from next year, and she could save a lot of money.

Polytechnic University, I don't know how many times better than my son is doing now.

"Okay, I won't tell you, you can take advantage of the opportunity yourself." Ren's mother hummed a little song and hung up the phone, but when she saw Ren's father on the side, she said with some confusion:

"What's wrong with your eyes, old man?"

said that he was going to open his eyelids to take a look, but was pushed away by Ren's father impatiently.

"What's wrong?" Ren's mother said a little aggrieved.

"You're in such a hurry to let your son go to work in that unit?" Dad Ren stood up and said a little angrily.

"Anyway, it's all about dropping out, it's better to have three years of tuition left, and you can save some down payment for Xiao Ai's future marriage and house."

Ren's mother also didn't understand why her husband was so angry with him.

"It's already difficult for my son, I even have to arrange for you to arrange for him to go in life, whether he is alive or you are alive." Ren's father accused.

"I'm all for his good, and I didn't agree with his school when he applied for the college entrance examination." Ren's mother retorted.

"Then you don't need to direct your son to go through his life, he's not a puppet, just to make your mother happy, he agreed."

Ren's father felt a little sorry for his son.

Since I was a child, I rarely saw Ren Shuai's particularly happy smiling face.

In the past, he was in charge of less, and his mother was generally in charge, coupled with Ren's mother's strictness, Ren Shuai rarely went out to play with other children when he was young.

Most of the time, I hold the toy and read it in my mouth, with a voice.

When he was in high school, Ren's father heard that his son stayed up late every day, but he was only worried about his physical problems. Even Ren's mother doesn't know about it now.

In Ren's father's view, the greater the child's rebellious reaction, the more ruthless the oppression of the child.

Just like a spring, the greater the pressure, the greater the rebound.

I thought that my son would rebel, but I didn't expect Ren Shuai, who was in the third year of high school, to change back, and even if he played games, he would only play one or two games on weekends when he was free.

Ren Shuai's sensibility did not make him, an old father, feel relieved, but he felt more and more sorry for his son.

He was afraid that that he would make his parents anxious and sick, so he personally killed himself who longed for freedom, and now he is not doing the same thing.

When Ren's father recalled this, he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.

I swiped a small video of my son winning the championship with Ren's mother before, is that boy who is warm and smiling really his son?

Why did he give up the hard-to-find spot mentioned on the barrage, not only Tao Haiyao is his best friend.

Their notability as parents is also one of the reasons.

The softer Ren Shuai smiled under the camera, the more sad he felt in his heart.

Parents have been blocking their son's dreams, who knows how much pain and unwillingness that little boy has in his heart.

But he never showed the slightest dissatisfaction and emotion in front of his family, just because they were his parents.

They gave birth to him, they raised him, they could bury their son's only dream again and again, and even now they have to force him to end his school life prematurely and enter the big dye vat of society.

"He's my son, he's not your tool." Dad Ren roared, turned back to his room, and slammed the door shut.

With some trembling, he took out the cigarette case that was placed under the bed, opened it, took out a crumpled cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After touching the area for a lighter, he remembered that he didn't like to smoke very much, and the only source of fire was matches in the kitchen.

The man didn't move, just held a cigarette and no fire, and looked at the group photo on the bedside table intently.

There are only two people in the photo, him and his son.

It was the third year of high school, and it was rare for me to have time to go out with my son, and Ren's mother was traveling collectively in the unit.

It was the happiest day of his life to see his son, and he still remembers the day when his son sat on a bench and asked himself:

"Dad, if I have a dream in the future, will you support it?"

At that time, he nodded, and said as a matter of course:

"Of course, Dad has always supported you."

Ren Shuai, who was affirmed, grinned and hugged herself, full of joy.

That year

He was a man and a father who rarely accompanied his son.

He is a son, and a good boy who doesn't cry or make trouble.

The son is already very good, it's just that his father is not good enough.

It's just that now, as a father, I seem to have missed the appointment.

"I'm sorry, son, but my father is incompetent."

The sun shone on the face of this man over forty, flowing on the traces left by those years. Only the corners of his eyes sparkled, silently protesting.

The woman angrily pushed the door open, and was about to say angrily.

It's just that the man with red eyes in front of him is sitting on the bed and looks so helpless, obviously he has a family and children, but he is like the child who woke up in the morning and found that the room was empty.

Helpless, but also crying silently.

The woman was no longer willing to lose her temper, but gently came to the man, hugged him from behind, put her face on his back bent by life, and whispered:

"I'm sorry."

The man let out a breath and dropped the cigarette from his mouth on the bed.

Tiny cigarette butts also spread out in the air.

"We are all right, and the child is not wrong, but what is wrong is that his life is not good, so we became his parents."

"You're hiding a lot from me?"

"You better don't know, or you'll be even more miserable than I am now."

"Wait for my son to come home and make him his favorite ribs to eat."

"Okay."