Half an hour has passed, and my mother is still sitting in front of the computer, although I don't know if she has found any information from Baidu, but it is true that she is sitting in front of the computer now.

"Nineteen Nian, you go and help me get my phone, I found their school's admissions number, you help me dial a number." Nineteen Nian reluctantly walked into the house to get his mobile phone, and muttered impatiently, "Won't you take it yourself, let me help you get it." ”

Nineteen Nian complained as she took the phone to her mother.

After handing her her phone, she walked back to her room. Still thinking, you can dial the number yourself, I don't want to help you anyway.

She was just sitting on the stool and about to pick up her phone to play with it for a while, when she heard her mother calling her again in the living room.

"Where have you been, I asked you to come over and dial your mobile phone number, what are you doing back to the house?"

Nineteen Nian said complainingly: "Don't you know how to dial your mobile phone number yourself?" Why are you calling me. ”

"Do I need to call you if I can figure it out myself?"

This remark fell, and suddenly Nineteen Nian was powerless to refute.

She had to walk over, listen to her mother's number, silently dial the phone, then hand her phone to her, and take a step to leave.

When she returned to her room, she heard the phone number dialed and her mother had already spoken to the admissions teacher at their school.

As for the topic, it is nothing more than asking about the students' information and whether they are willing to come to their school.

I told the other party that it didn't take two minutes, and I hung up over there.

The mother turned off the computer and asked Nineteen if she would like to go to that school.

Although Nineteen Nian said that she wanted to go to vocational high school, she didn't really want to go to school in her heart, and she didn't want to stay in the local area if she could go to school in other places.

"I really want to go." Nineteen Nian nodded and said solemnly.

"Then wait for your dad to come back and discuss with him, if you can't get into Pugao, go to this school." Mother patiently helped Nineteen Nian plan the school affairs on the side, and inevitably nagged a few more words, "Hey! Don't think about going to a vocational high school, no matter what, I don't agree with you going to vocational high school. ”

"Got it." After saying this, Nineteen Nian went back to the house.

She always felt that her mother's words were a bit too much, and when she said it, they were all useless words, and she nagged for a long time, which was useless to her.

With all that to say done, she was finally able to sit down and rest quietly for a while.

Nineteen Nian picked up her mobile phone, and she sent a message to Fufeng, she said: I asked Gu Zijun about this year's score, and the score line of Pu Gao is about five hundred and forty. Also, tell my mom about your grades, what about you?

After the news was sent here, Fufeng immediately replied with two messages.

I already know the news, and my classmates just said it in the class group.

I'm not ready to tell my parents, what about you? Are you okay now? Did she count you didn't do well in the exam?

Nineteen didn't think about it, so he replied directly.

I haven't done well in the exam since I was a child, and she is used to it, and I feel that she is strange if I do well in the exam.

Fufeng asked her again: Are you really okay? Why do I always feel like you're not fine, but you're deliberately hiding your emotions?

I'm not hiding my emotions, in fact, I don't care, I said, I haven't done well in exams since I was a child, and I don't care about grades and grades for a long time. Nineteen Nian replied.

In fact, sometimes, if you say you don't care, you should care very much in your heart. I remember when I was a child, I didn't do well in the exam once, and then I was afraid of being criticized, so I stood outside the door of my house for more than an hour before daring to go home, and finally went home and was criticized. Fufeng doesn't know why he mentioned this matter, maybe the two of them chatted together with bad grades, and they know what it means to empathize.

The news has been sent for a long time, and there has been no movement over there.

The reason why Nineteen didn't reply to the message was simple, she felt that there was no empathy in the world.

Fufeng didn't understand what she was trying to say.

Is it being criticized? Why don't you reply to messages all the time. Fufeng asked.

Oh, I was just writing a novel. Forgot to reply to messages. Nineteen Nian picked up his phone and replied casually.

Are you still thinking about grades, grades, it's not a big deal, my grades are not good, maybe we will still be in the same school in the future! Fufeng jokingly said to Nineteen Nian.

Nineteen Nian replied: Not necessarily, no one can count the future.

Anything is possible. After Fufeng replied to Nineteen Nian with this message, for a while, Nineteen Nian did not reply to the message, Fufeng looked at the pile of unwashed clothes on his bed, and glanced at the quiet mobile phone screen.

Next, he picked up the pile of clothes on the bed and strode towards the bathroom.

When Nineteen Nian looked at the QQ message again, Fufeng's QQ avatar showed that he was leaving.

Putting down the mobile phone in her hand, Nineteen Nian lay down on the bed, recalling what Fu Feng said just now, she thought a lot.

Is everything really possible? If it was really possible, would she still need to learn kindergarten teachers? I'm afraid that she would have entered the general high school a long time ago, and then when she went to college in the future, she would most like to go to the Chinese language and literature major.

The so-called everything is possible is one of the most fake jokes in the world.

When my mother turned off the computer, I saw that I was lying on the bed with nothing to do, thinking that her high school entrance examination results were a mess, and now she is not studying well, and she is still lying in bed like no one.

She nagged to Nineteen Nian angrily: "Did you stay up late to write a novel again last night, how many times have I told you, the matter of writing will be put on hold for a while." You are still young, and it is the time to learn in school, so don't squander the time you should spend on writing novels. ”

"Got it, got it." Nineteen Nian replied impatiently to his mother.

This is not what she is saying at all.

What she wants to express most is, can I be blamed for not doing well in the exam? I also want to do well in the exam, but I just can't study, what can I do, I'm also desperate!

Why do you blame me for all the mistakes every time I don't do well in the exam? Nineteen Nian whispered.

This sentence was heard very clearly by her mother, and she, who was already angry, was completely ignited by a fire of Nineteen Thoughts.

Mother's eyes were firmly fixed on the novel on Nineteen Nian's desk, and her eyes made Nineteen Nian always feel that something ominous was going to happen in the next moment.

Nineteen Nian immediately woke up, and she quickly sat up from the bed, everything that should have happened had happened.

Mother took the lead in picking up the novel on the table when Nineteen Nian sat up, she carried the notebook, and while talking, she tore the novel written by Nineteen Nian page by page, and said to Nineteen Nian angrily: "Do you know why you can't get into the middle school of Zhongqiao, it is because you are delayed in writing novels, if you don't write novels, you will definitely be admitted to Wenqiao No. 1 Middle School." It's not too late for me to worry about high school for you, so why don't you hurry up and study hard, and now, it's not too late to study hard. ”

Watching the novel he had worked so hard to write for almost a month, and when his mother tore them into pieces of paper page by page, and those pieces of paper fell from his mother's hands to the ground, Nineteen Nian seemed to feel that his heart was dripping blood.

She mustered up her courage, rushed up, subconsciously grabbed the manuscript in her mother's hand that had not been torn up, and said to her mother excitedly: "I didn't write novels at all because of my grades dropped, when I didn't write novels before, shouldn't my grades be bad, and they are still bad?" ”

The mother didn't listen to the advice at all, she snatched the book from Nineteen Nian's hands fiercely, the mother and daughter fought endlessly, the mother dragged herself, Nineteen Nian protected her manuscript, and refused to let go at all.

Nineteen Nian felt that she had lived for more than ten years, and the only heroic thing she had done might be to do everything she could to protect her manuscript. Although the ending is not very rosy in the end.

The exercise book was not strong, after the competition between the mother and daughter, the book was broken from the middle, and the staple in the middle also fell to the ground, and the half of the mother's manuscript was a manuscript with words, and the part in the hand of Nineteen Nian was a few blank manuscript papers, which were useless at all.

Under the gaze of Nineteen Nian, the mother who had the upper hand tore up the pages of manuscripts in her hand with a few clicks, and the manuscripts torn up by her mother were scattered everywhere on the ground.

The door in the house was slammed shut by Nineteen Nian, and the mother and daughter had a very unpleasant quarrel in this battle.

When Fufeng sent a message to Nineteen Nian, Nineteen Nian had been sitting on the ground for almost an hour, she looked at the pieces of paper on the ground melancholy, thinking attentively, with sadness in her eyes.

The QQ ringtone vibrated again and again.

Nineteen Nian came back to his senses and glanced at his phone, where the screen displayed a message from Fufeng.

I went to do the laundry just now, and suddenly I remembered something.

How is your novel, we haven't seen each other for a year and a half, and I think it's time for you to finish a novel.

The last time I promised you to adapt a novel into a radio drama, do you remember?

Fiction? Nineteen Nian stared at the phone screen in a daze, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

It has long been torn off, and what novels can there be.

After laughing at himself, Nineteen Nian still poured out this sentence to Fufeng.

Fufeng over there was originally enthusiastically preparing to adapt Nineteen Nian's novel into a radio drama, but when he saw Nineteen Nian say that his novel had been torn up, he was also stunned.

How do you reply to her? He thought that no amount of comfort at this time would be useless to Nineteen Nian, the novel had been torn up, and the only way now was to help her solve it.

Fu Feng thought about it seriously, and then he replied to Nineteen Nian: How many plots do you remember now, find a scratch paper to record them first, or, if you are worried about being torn up again, you can find a Chinese test paper and write the plot on the test paper first.

The pieces of paper were scattered all over the floor, and I thought I could get them back together.

Don't rush to restore them first, you're too busy pasting them now, and the consequences will only get worse.

The irritable Nineteen Nian didn't believe Fufeng's words at all, she preached to him: The novel has all been torn off, and I can't remember the plot clearly, except for looking for tape to paste, I really can't think of any other way.