For the couple's only child, Jin Yiming advocates letting it develop naturally and not forcing people too much. He firmly believed that their daughter would not be inferior to others in the future.

Zhao Huizi, who is a mother, is different. Because women are always a little high-minded, and because she has always been in front of the background of the family for so many years, there is still a hidden meaning of not admitting defeat in her heart, and she always hopes that her daughter can excel, so she is actually deeply disappointed with her daughter's current situation.

After Jin Ling was promoted to the sixth grade, the most practical and urgent question in front of them was which middle school to apply for. The best in the district is the Chinese school, which is also the top of the pyramid of middle schools in the city and even the country. The following are Yucai Middle School, No. 49 Middle School, and Xinhua Street Middle School. According to colleagues in the unit, when the child entered Xinhua Street Middle School, the parents waited to hold their grandson, because the school was so bad.

Zhao Huizi calculated in her heart that according to her daughter's learning situation, it was unlikely that she would be admitted to a foreign Chinese school, so she would try her best to enter Yucai Middle School, at least to ensure that she was in the 49th Middle School. If she can't even enter the forty-ninth middle school, then she can only admit that she can't be a parent, she is not suitable for educating children, and she doesn't want this daughter anymore, and her grandparents and grandparents are rare and take them away.

On National Day, Zhao Huizi's college classmates gathered together. I haven't seen it for a few years, and everyone has changed significantly, including those who are fat, those who are bald, those who have gray hair, and those who are riddled with diseases...... Suddenly, I felt that each other was a standard middle-aged person. The most interesting thing is that all the topics are focused on their children, which middle school this son was admitted to, how the daughter is studying, and which children's children will take the exam this year. Zhao Huizi thought, in the past, they didn't talk about children when they gathered, and how many topics they had to talk about society, the situation, and their future careers in the past!

Zhao Huizi's Xinlan, who lived in the same dormitory, married Li Erdong from the Department of Chemistry after graduation. Later, Li Erdong went abroad to study, Xinlan was lonely at home alone, and she once came to Huizi to complain a few times, and she also had the idea of divorce. Huizi persuaded her that she had children, and divorce was not good for children, so she should grit her teeth and go through. Within two years, Li Erdong returned to China after completing his studies and set up a high-tech enterprise in the city's development zone, and now it is said that his assets have exceeded 100 million yuan. When Xinlan appeared in front of her classmates again, she was like a bejeweled Mrs. Kuo, with a luxury car in and out, a beautiful puppy behind the car, and a facelifted nose that was a bit of a star.

Huizi asked her, "It seems that your son is also admitted to middle school this year?" ”

Xinlan smiled: "It's been solved." ”

Hui Zi was confused, and asked ignorantly: "What is solved?" ”

Xinlan said, "It's a matter of going to school." Foreign Chinese language school, decided. ”

Hui Zi's heart rang. When she inquired, she learned that Li Erdong had donated an entire school building to Chinese school for audio-visual education, and the school agreed to admit his son to school. In fact, Hui Zi knows that child, except for playing game consoles, he is not as good as Jin Ling anywhere.

After this class reunion, Huizi's mentality can no longer be balanced. Why is Xinlan? And what is the son of Xinlan? Other people's children can go to the best school, why can't Zhao Huizi's children go to school?

Jin Yiming listened to her sister-in-law Xianglin's endless talk, laughed in her heart, and persuaded her: "There are some things in life that should be compared, and there are some things that don't need to be taken care of." For example, why does this Chinese school have to go to? If you look at these top talents in all walks of life in our country, in the field of science and technology, in the field of culture, economics, politics, diplomacy, industry, how many of them are from foreign Chinese schools? School is just a foundation for children, and how they develop in the future can only be counted when they become adults. ”

Hui Zi retorted to him: "You don't understand me? It's just that today's atmosphere is like this, your child can't get into a good school, it's like how stupid the child is, and the parents don't have a face. A child's grades are a measure of a parent's success. ”

Jin Yiming said: "I don't think so. Our Jinling's qualifications are absolutely good, and we will be a talent in the future. In a general sense, those with average grades have more room for development in the future, because they are not limited to schoolwork and have more time to absorb the knowledge they are interested in. If you don't believe it, you went out to find a few college students to investigate and investigate, how many people can compare to our golden bell in terms of knowledge of world history, animal species, ancient and modern myths and legends? ”

Hui Zi snorted in her nose: "You are a saint, so your eyes are on the future." I'm a layman, and I can only look at the present. I couldn't swallow this breath right now. Neither of us has a low IQ, so why can't Jin Ling go to the best school? ”

"What if I can't get in?" Jin Yiming asked very practically.

Huizi thought for a while, gritted her teeth and said, "Pay the money!" ”

"It's okay to pay 230,000, but what about 108,000?"

"Smash the pot and sell iron!"

Jin Yiming let out a long sigh, he felt that Huizi was crazy.

A few days after the start of the sixth grade, Xinhua Street Primary School held a parents' meeting for the graduating class.

Unlike in the past, the parents of the four classes of the whole grade gathered in the newly completed school activity center for a meeting, and the principal, vice principal, and dean of education were all present. In the past, every time there was a parent-teacher meeting, the principal would say a few words on the loudspeaker, and the class teacher would talk about the rest.

The parents arrived very well, and the black press sat in a large area, talking to each other. Hui Zidong listened to everything she said, and all she said was about the child's middle school entrance examination. Which school has strong teachers, which school grasps it tightly, what was the score line last year, what was the score line of the previous year, and how much money did the children of relatives pay if they did not pass the exam.

The headmaster stepped forward, coughed and began to speak. The headmaster was a young man in his 50s, with a pair of blinking and shrewd-looking eyes, two thin lips, a shallow gray layer of hair, and dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Naturally, the talk is about the urgency and severity of the situation of going on to higher education, as well as how many candidates there are in the district this year, what schools can apply for the examination, and the number of students enrolled in each school.

The principal belongs to the leading cadres, so it is naturally impossible to clearly point out the advantages and disadvantages and rankings of each middle school in front of many parents. He was very strategic, and he just gushed out a series of figures: since the 90s, the number of students admitted to other Chinese schools in Xinhua Street Primary School every year, the number of students admitted to several neighboring primary schools, the number of students assigned to each district by Chinese schools, and the annual college entrance examination promotion rate of other Chinese schools. Finally, he gave a very accurate figure: last year Chinese students who were admitted to universities accounted for 92 percent of the total number of candidates in the school.

The principal's last digital exit was in an uproar. Hui Zi saw that the parents' faces were red with excitement, and their emotions were stirred up to the point of boiling.

Outside Chinese school, outside Chinese school! Every mouth is a foreign Chinese school, it is like a tight spell imposed on the heads of primary school students in the city, and the foreign Chinese school is even more vigorous than Peking University, Tsinghua University, Cambridge, Oxford, and Harvard. Hui Zi thought hatefully in her heart: No matter how good the school is without this damn Chinese, parents and children will not have such heavy pressure.

After the principal's speech was over, each class held a separate meeting, which was nothing more than to reiterate what he had just said. Teacher Xing is also very able to speak, and he is talking endlessly. Hui Zi found that teachers love to speak and are good at speaking.

Teacher Xing finally informed the class of the names of the 10 students who were most likely to be admitted to foreign Chinese language schools, and the names of the 10 students who were most likely to fall into Xinhua Street Middle School. When Teacher Xing held up the roster and read the names one by one, Huizi was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She was not so nervous about going to university back then.

Fortunately, there are no names of golden bells on either side. That is to say, the golden bell is neither the best nor the worst, as before, and it is not slippery. Hui Zi was a little disappointed in her heart, but she was somewhat relieved.

By the time the meeting was adjourned, it was already dark. Many parents did not leave immediately, and surrounded Teacher Xing to ask further questions about this and that. Hui Zi stood quietly behind and waited. She saw the names of several students who had done well this week written on the blackboard, and of course there could not be a golden bell in it. She walked around to the back of the classroom and saw a Brazilian beetle in a glass jar in the creature corner, and knew that the golden bell had brought it to the class from home. Jin Ling likes small animals herself, so she thinks the whole class likes them. She has always been a child who is willing to share good things with others.

Looking at the past, there are several children's essays posted in the "Composition Garden" on the back wall of the classroom, including one by Jin Ling. This is not unusual, Jin Ling can play extraordinarily when he encounters a favorite topic.

The title of this essay is called "Spring." Because she couldn't talk to Teacher Xing for the time being, Huizi watched it with great interest.

spring

In the morning, the morning fog has not dissipated, and the campus is a thick milky white, and the sign "Do not step on the lawn" appears and disappears in the fog.

Today, I arrived very early. I was fascinated by this wonderful sight and looked at the meadow in a daze...... Suddenly, my eyes lit up! Isn't that the grass that has just sprouted? From a distance, it looks like a piece of yellow paper dotted with a watercolor pen, and it looks like a clump of green grass growing in the golden desert.

I took a closer look, and wow! Sure enough, clumps of velvety grass quietly burrowed out of the ground, tender and green, like chubby little dolls, so cute!

I couldn't contain the excitement in my heart - ah! Spring has finally arrived! I bent down and gently fiddled, no, gently stroked the clumps of grass, trying not to touch the glittering ornament on its leaves—the dewdrops.

A spring breeze blew, and I suddenly felt a chill. Does grass get cold too? When I thought of this, I grabbed a handful of withered yellow grass and gently covered the little grass, leaving only the "little shoulder" with dewdrops.

I also know that I am too stupid to do this, but this handful of yellow grass carries my love for the little grass.

I looked up at the meadow. Yes! Autumn leaves, you know, there are clumps of new life growing under your dead body.

The wind, coming again, "tore" the milky white clouds and finally blew them away. I took a deep breath of the spring air and felt very comfortable. Yes! Spring, grass, I love you!

Huizi had just finished reading it, and a voice behind her said, "It's really well written." It is not easy for an eleven or twelve-year-old child to have such subtle observations and emotions. ”

Hui Zi looked back and saw that all the people in the classroom had disappeared unconsciously, leaving only one Teacher Xing standing behind her.

Huizi was embarrassed to praise her daughter, so she only smiled: "It's just a little mood." ”

Teacher Xing said: "Jin Ling, this child, doesn't care about anything when he looks very happy, in fact, he is very careful and thinks about a lot of questions. ”

Huizi said: "How are you doing at school lately? ”

Teacher Xing thought for a while and said, "I still don't work hard. You say she's not sensible, she knows more than anyone else. You say she's sensible, but she doesn't want to be the first to be strong. It's the same in class, people sit in the classroom, you can see her eyes and you know she's not listening, she's thinking about her own set. This is not the case with good children, who are motionless with both eyes on the teacher, and can eat as much as the teacher feeds. ”

Teacher Xing's words were obviously dissatisfied with Jin Ling, and of course Huizi heard it. Hui Zi didn't dare to have any explanation. Their children are not angry, and parents can only bow their heads and listen. Huizi cautiously asked, "Teacher Xing, what school can Jin Ling probably be admitted to?" ”

Teacher Xing muttered: "Work hard, there is still hope for Yucai School." ”

Hui Zi's heart fell to the bottom of the sea at once. She struggled to float herself: "What if...... Her father and I want her to go to a foreign Chinese language school? ”

Teacher Xing looked at Hui Zi with wide eyes, as if he was a little surprised. After a long while, she said slowly: "It's not impossible for a miracle to happen, after all, there is still a year, isn't it?" Seriously, Jin Ling's brain is very useful, she has stamina, if she can be admitted, it will also be my honor as a teacher. Have you really decided? ”

Huizi gritted her teeth: "...... It's decided. ”

Teacher Xing subconsciously touched his chin: "Okay, I have opened an intensive training class for a few top students, if you are not afraid of Jin Ling's hardships, let her also participate." Get two nights a week. ”

Hui Zi never expected Teacher Xing to make such a promise, and she was so happy that she was incoherent for a while: "So...... So...... Make-up fee ......"

Teacher Xing interrupted her very seriously: "Don't mention this! I'm not short of money, I'm not interested in money, I just want more children to get into good schools. Whether you say that I have a strong sense of responsibility, or that I have a strong sense of vanity, that's what I think. To be honest with you, Jin Ling's basic skills are not good, and she can't fight others, but she has a wide range of knowledge and is good at attacking the top; The papers of foreign Chinese schools are often tricky and strange, maybe they can be the right way for her. That's what I hope. ”

Hui Zi thought: No matter what hope you have, it is always better to strengthen it than not to strengthen it.