After Junpeng arrived at school, he really missed his mother on the first day, and always recalled the time he spent with his mother.

Although Junpeng misses his mother countless times, he knows that there is a heavy responsibility on his shoulders waiting for him to fulfill.

No matter how much he misses in his heart, he must leave his mother's arms.

This is a public university, and Junpeng seems to see his future on this huge campus.

Junpeng likes game software development the most, and Xinyi took Junpeng to learn robot software programming when he was very young.

At that time, Junpeng was still very young, only a student in elementary school for four years, although Junpeng was the youngest in the programming team, but he always completed the programming task as fast as possible.

In order for Junpeng to learn programming well, Xinyi also deliberately gave Junpeng the laptop that Wenhao had just bought, and also bought some Lego robot splicing parts on the Internet from time to time.

Whenever Junpeng finishes assembling the work, he will load some programs into the robot according to his own creativity.

Then the robot is like a human, running back and forth in the room, and whenever the writer sees Junpeng's works, he will happily praise them.

"My son is awesome! This is a high-tech project, much more avant-garde than Dad's profession. ”

Xinyi saw that the father and son were so happy, and they also beat the side drum vigorously next to them.

"My son! Of course it's amazing! Your profession is tiring and painful, I don't want my son to develop in your way in the future, it's good that he has his own hobbies, that's the joy of life. ”

Xinyi's words are really right, Junpeng has no interest in the profession of writers, but strives to catch up with the trend of the times.

Junpeng remembers the time when he was most excited was when he participated in a robot competition on a TV station.

That day, after Xinyi received the live broadcast news of the training class, she and Wenhao kept waiting by the TV.

After a while, the live broadcast began, and Junpeng was more than a meter tall, wearing a pale yellow T-shirt, and participated in the competition with a group of senior classmates.

Although Junpeng is not very good at words, his hands-on ability is still quite strong, and in less than two minutes, he quickly finished a beautiful work.

When the host interviewed, Junpeng proudly held the work high above his head, and Xinyi was watching TV while cheering for Junpeng.

After the competition, Junpeng also won the first prize, and the poster of the competition has spread to the school.

When the students took the poster, they pointed at Junpeng and exclaimed.

"Why is the child on this poster so similar to you, are you participating in a robot competition?"

Junpeng glanced at the poster, and then said shyly.

"That's right! That kid was indeed me, and not only did I participate in the competition, but I also won the first prize. ”

The classmates looked at Junpeng and instantly cast envious glances, and then everyone raised their thumbs and praised Junpeng vigorously.

"Seeing that you have been silent for a day, it is really annoying!"

Jun Peng listened to the praise of his classmates, and he was really proud in his heart, this incident still leaves good memories in Jun Peng's young heart.

Because of this incident, Junpeng immediately became a popular figure in the school, and the students all knew that Junpeng was a master of robot assembly, and some students even worshipped him as a teacher.

When Junpeng was a child, he liked to play with toys such as monsters, as well as various tanks, and it is estimated that the figures of those toys have already been deeply engraved in Junpeng's mind.

Therefore, no matter what works Junpeng assembles, he will sketch some creative compositions in his mind in advance, so that he will follow his imaginary ideas, and the works will be released quickly.

Xinyi has always respected Junpeng's hobbies, because she deeply understands that it is a kind of spiritual food, but also a kind of spiritual sustenance.

In fact, Xinyi doesn't care what famous school Junpeng is admitted to, she just hopes that Junpeng can live happily and realize his dreams on the basis of hard work, so that Xinyi feels enough.

The university has a construction area of several thousand square meters, surrounded by basketball courts, badminton rooms, libraries, and swimming pools......

The most attractive thing on campus is the tall buildings, which are a paradise for students to study.

In the distance, the green willow trees lined with ruddy moon flowers are truly beautiful.

On the poplar leaves on the playground, hang the young hearts of the students.

Evergreen, tall and strong pine trees have crossed the school building.

Admire the closely, the holly trees dressed in green are neatly standing on both sides of the passage, don't look at their shorter, the shape of the leaves is still very beautiful.

Junpeng was standing on the campus and was reminiscing about the past, when he heard someone calling him.

"Hello classmate, are you Junpeng? I also came from such and such a city, then we are fellow villagers, and we have something to help each other in the future. ”

Junpeng looked the classmate up and down.

Tall and thin, he has a fight with Junpeng, and under the trendy hairstyle, he reveals a young and handsome face, white skin, which really doesn't look like a boy, and a pair of highly myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose.

When Junpeng saw his classmates coming, he immediately asked curiously.

"Hey! Hello, how do you know that I also live in such and such a city? And what should I call you?"

The classmate said with a shy smile.

"My name is Qiu Ren, I went to the teacher just now, because of the problem of allocating a dormitory to live, I took a special look at your resume, and when I saw that you and I were in the same city, I was very excited, so I came to you immediately."

When Junpeng heard that he could still meet his hometown classmates here, he was also overjoyed, and he immediately stretched out his right hand and said happily.

"Akihito-san, then we will be friends from now on! I am a person who talks about the righteousness of buddies, I hope you will be the same, in the future, in this strange city, we will be like brothers, share blessings and difficulties, make progress together, and grow together. ”

Junpeng took Qiuren's hand and said a lot of things, which amused Qiuren.

Qiu Ren also patted Junpeng on the shoulder while holding Junpeng's hand and said.

"I'm also a person who values the righteousness of my buddies, and I like your straightforward personality very much, so let's be good brothers!"

Junpeng began to talk to Qiuren's classmates, talking and laughing, the boy is such a thick branch, with the company of his classmates, Junpeng instantly left his mother behind.

Qiu Ren first briefly introduced himself, his father is a company, perennial business in other places, rarely take into account his growth, the family lives in a luxury villa, and goes out to drive a Mercedes-Benz BMW.

Akihito-san, who also has a younger sister, and his mother is a housewife, and many times, he just lives with his mother and sister, and rarely sees his father.

In Akihito's family, his father is a missing character, and although he is financially wealthy, he still wants to be loved emotionally.

Although Qiuren's mother is a housewife, she often gathers fires outside to play mahjong, and comes back late at night every day.

In addition to going to school every day, Akihito sometimes has to take care of his younger sister, because his sister is very young, more than ten years younger than Akihito.

When Junpeng heard Qiu Ren's introduction, he also sighed secretly, and he said with deep feelings.

"Hey! There are some places where we seem to be connected by the same fate, my father is also a businessman, working hard outside all the year round, since I was very young, I have always been dependent on my mother, but I am the only son of the family, unlike you who have to take care of your sister. ”

Qiu Ren listened carefully to Junpeng's past, and his heart couldn't help but stir up a trace of desolation, and he smiled coldly and bitterly.

"It's really a difficult scripture for every family to read, and we must be a good husband and father in the future, so that our children can feel the joy of being with their father."

Junpeng also agrees with Qiuren's idea, because Xinyi has always warned Junpeng that when he grows up, he must not be like a writer, but take into account the feelings of his family, that is a happy life.

Junpeng nodded fiercely and said to Qiuren.

"Yes! My mom often told me that, and when you say that, I miss my mom a little bit again. ”

Qiuren looked at Junpeng's thoughtful expression, gently tugged at Junpeng's shirt with his hand, and then asked curiously.

"You miss your mom so much? Then she must be very nice to you?"

As soon as Junpeng mentioned his mother, his eyebrows immediately fluttered, and he began to gush endlessly.

"Of course Mom is fine! She has dedicated a lot to me, and for so many years, she has also worked hard for my growth. ”

Before Junpeng finished speaking, Qiu Ren asked again.

"It seems that you are still luckier than me, my deepest impression of my mother is playing mahjong, and I really can't think of anything good about the rest."

Junpeng is still relatively new to playing mahjong, he looked at Qiuren with questioning eyes, and then asked tentatively.

"Playing mahjong! My mom had never played with it and didn't know much about it. ”

As soon as he mentioned mahjong, Qiu Ren was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, and he immediately became a little abnormal, and said with a cold expression.

"I don't need to understand that thing, I simply hate mahjong, my mother is often seduced by that thing, sometimes she doesn't even go home, and she is addicted to gambling, and she has lost a lot of money over the years."

As soon as Junpeng heard that Qiuren-chan resented his mother like this, he immediately changed the topic and comforted.

"In the world of parents, we don't want to interfere too much, anyway, now that we are adults, we can fly alone without them, and we can only rely on ourselves in the future life, and strive to create a different kind of sky."

Listening to Junpeng's imagination, Qiuren seemed to be drunk in the clouds, he sneered, and then said with some surprise.

"Are you still poetic? Where did you learn this? ”