At dinner in the evening, Lin Shanghan was tackling the math test papers that he didn't finish in the previous class.

Li Xinyang peeled the orange peel and sat on Lin Shanghan's table one by one, smiling evilly at Lin Shanghan.

"Oh, our good classmates don't study the same."

"Why don't you go to dinner?" Lin Shanghan put away the test paper while sending her away.

"Today, our group is on duty, Zhu Zhishuang will leave first if he wants to eat, I was about to escape, but I was caught by Zhu Jiajia."

"What, you can't bear to let Zhu Jiajia do the work of the three of you alone?" Lin Shanghan sneered and stabbed Li Xinyang.

"Come on, don't hurt me, your Cheng Xiang seems to always go to the office over there to study at night recently, do you know."

Lin Shanghan suddenly remembered that he really couldn't see Cheng Xiang much when he had dinner recently, Lin Shanghan always thought that she was going to eat or go for a walk, but she didn't expect that she went to study with the tutor who was there to tutor and recruit herself. Thinking about the topic that was interrupted by the Chinese teacher last time, it seems that Cheng Xiang is moving towards a place much higher than herself, and it seems that it is difficult for her to catch up with her.

"Alas, this kid," Li Xinyang stuffed the last remaining oranges into his mouth and said vaguely, "It seems to be late." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit in the back by a blackboard eraser. Li Xinyang screamed and jumped down from Lin Shanghan's table.

"Work for the old lady!" Zhu Jiajia stood in front of the blackboard and roared angrily.

Lin Shanghan packed up all the things on the table, stood up and zipped up his coat, walked to the cold corridor outside, and looked at the empty yard in a daze.

It was already dark outside, and under the bright lights of the classroom, Lin Shanghan's somewhat bloated figure was reflected in the glass, which was extremely clear.

Another day slipped away silently.

But today, Lin Shanghan didn't feel so flustered.

Lin Shanghan felt that he understood more and more clearly the direction he wanted to pursue, unfortunately the girls he liked were very good, but it was a pity that he couldn't catch up with them.

But what if it catches up?

With a clear goal, it can be reached no matter how far it goes.

But when it comes to determination, Lin Shanghan has been fighting against this thing since he was in kindergarten. Lin Shanghan made a lot of determinations. When I was in elementary school, I made up my mind that I would never forget to bring paint in art class in the future, and I would never be caught by the students on duty because I didn't wear a red scarf when I entered the school gate in the morning; In junior high school, I was determined to run a thousand meters a day to make myself more muscular - half a month later, my mother hurriedly took the common sense version of life in the newspaper and said to herself, Lin Shanghan stopped running, running hurt his knees. Lin Shanghan said Mom, don't worry, I haven't started running yet, I decided to start playing basketball tomorrow.

As a result, my mother deliberately spent a lot of money to buy Lin Shanghan a Spalding basketball, which was still very new and hung in the utility room at home with a net pocket.

But about Cheng Xiang, Lin Shanghan is really determined.

Lin Shanghan didn't go to the Internet café when he had a two-hour break on the weekend, and Cheng Xiang also had to go back to the dormitory to wash clothes, so as soon as Lin Shanghan got home, Lin Shanghan washed his hands and began to clean his desk. Lin Shanghan's table is not small, but it may be because it is not small. Lin Shanghan moved all the messy rolls, exercise books, and miscellaneous small things on the table to the ground, and then ran to the kitchen to get a rag and began to wipe the table.

When my mother heard the news, she asked me, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Change your mind." Lin Shanghan said lightly.

In order to show his determination, Lin Shanghan decided to be cool for a while. Start by talking less.

"What are you doing cleaning up the table?"

Lin Shanghan didn't know either. Why do I have to toss this hut of mine first every time I make a new life plan, whether it is a whole plan or a partial plan?

It's been ten years since Lin Shanghan moved here when he was eight years old. The kitchen is still neat and tidy under maintenance, but the walls have been burned to a faint brownish yellow by oil smoke. Lin Shanghan's small room was not so obvious at first glance, but Lin Shanghan always felt that it was already connected to his own blood, and the new determination that was formed at any time and clear and eager in his mind would be worn out when he sat in the old swivel chair in front of his desk. The messy pile of paper still has yesterday's self printed on it, wet, and no enthusiasm can be ignited.

Dad also poked his head out of the door: "Lin Shanghan, do you want to ask your mother to help you?" ”

"It's okay," Lin Shanghan didn't raise his head, "Don't bother my mother, I can handle it myself." ”

Lin Shanghan gritted his teeth and smoothed out the pages of the scroll, aligned the corners into a stack, and then gathered all the stationery thrown everywhere into a pile. It's a pity that not everything is square, after Lin Shanghan wiped the table, he began to put things on the table, and it was almost full again. If I throw two things away while studying, it will immediately go back to the way it was.

Lin Shanghan stood in the middle of the ground with his waist crossed, and his heart was already a little annoyed.

Seriously, I really don't have any talent in housework, and it seems that this kind of thing can only trouble that "her" in the future.

What's going on?

Lack of storage tools. Lin Shanghan suddenly realized.

When Lin Shanghan looked up at his mother, he could feel that his eyes were glowing.

Mom covered her forehead with her hand, didn't look at Lin Shanghan, just sighed softly: "Is it going to cost money again?" ”

Mom has been waiting for this, like a prophet.

Lin Shanghan rejected his mother's friendly suggestion: Tomorrow is Saturday, your father and I are going to the supermarket, and we will bring you a few sorting boxes and folders back when the time comes.

Lin Shanghan's enthusiasm was originally a young flame, how could he use the flood of time to extinguish it?

Lin Shanghan has had this problem since he was a child, and his father called this "remembering that a play is a play". He hated Lin Shanghan for this anyway. When Lin Shanghan wanted something, if Lin Shanghan could think of a valid reason, then he couldn't wait for a moment, as if his fart was on fire. Dad himself is a fiery person, but he can't understand Lin Shanghan's monkey urgency.

Mom will connive at Lin Shanghan every time. She will say that if the child has enthusiasm, let him do it, and if he can't persevere, he will remember it for a long time next time.

Lin Shanghan has never had a long memory, and Lin Shanghan is sorry for his mother.

Mother helplessly watched Lin Shanghan put on his clothes and rushed downstairs to help Lin Shanghan open the security door. When I passed by her, I don't know if her tolerance and wordlessness suddenly moved me, Lin Shanghan actually stopped and said to her, Mom, you believe me, I really have determination.

No one in the family has the habit of talking big, Lin Shanghan has never made this kind of oath before, and even Lin Shanghan said that he wanted to repeat the exam at that time, which made his parents a little unacceptable, and now he suddenly said this kind of thing, which frightened his mother.

Mom suddenly laughed, laughing like a slow motion in a movie, and I don't know if Lin Shanghan was dazzled or if my mother was really laughing too slowly.

"Well, Mom has always believed in you."

Lin Shanghan didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and continued to run downstairs.

Lin Shanghan is sure that he is now moving the stationery store downstairs upstairs, and his mother will not have any opinions.

But when Lin Shanghan sat back at the desk, he was a little grateful to his mother. I have died at this step countless times, cleaning the house, spending money, and then there is no more.

This time there must be then.

Even if it's for her.

(End of chapter)