My father's body shook slightly. I could tell from his face that he didn't want to take it. But, it seems, for me, a special person, a mere signature, if I don't mention this pen, it seems to be something missing. The father moved slightly, stretched out his right hand, and then took it.

My grades have always been in the lower middle class, and I have been through so many things before and after this exam, so my score is very unoptimistic. My father's eyes narrowed slightly as he took the test paper. I hurriedly explained: "I, I was sloppy with a few questions this time, I, I will be better than this time next time, I will." He didn't answer, but turned into the house and picked up his pen.

Actually, I'm overthinking. A person who turns a blind eye to you, a person who is calm and calm about your loss, what is the use of caring about your achievements?

The drawers were rummaged through by him, and the scattered things began to crackle and fall to the floor. When I saw that my father hadn't pulled out a pen for a long time, I hurried back to my house to get one and ran back. And this tossing and turning, I casually put the valuable envelope that the teacher gave me on the chest of drawers in the corner of my father's bedroom.

I handed the pen to my father, and with a big stroke of the pen, he signed the word Cao Mu. I let out a long breath and casually said thank you like a stone falling to the ground. This "thank you" made my father stop his hand in the air and freeze in place. I subconsciously glanced up at him and saw that he was staring at me. I grabbed my pen and went out to my bedroom.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the father, it is normal for the biological father to sign the exam papers for his children, but a word of thank you is like shortening the distance and like narrowing the distance.

When I got back to my bedroom, I had forgotten about the envelope. By the time I remembered it, it was already the middle of the night. I sat up from the bed abruptly, and when I thought about it, I remembered that I had put it on the cupboard. I consoled myself that when I entered the house, my father saw the only two things I had in my hand, and that there was no third person present, and that he must have taken them apart after I was gone. Or, tell him tomorrow morning. Thinking of this, I simply fell asleep again.

The next morning, I woke up to find that my father had not woken up, so I left a note and stuffed it through the crack in the door, which said, "The envelope was given by the teacher." So he went out to school.

When I arrived at the school, the teacher immediately greeted me: "Mu Xi, did your father sign the paper yesterday?" I was a little stunned when the teacher asked, and nodded hesitantly. Her eyes instantly smiled into a slit, "Here, give it to me." I was stunned for a moment, although I didn't know what kind of drama this was, but she wanted it, just take it. He took off his bag and handed it to her. The teacher took it, looked at it, and almost laughed out loud. I was just about to enter the classroom when the teacher suddenly asked me, "Is that the envelope for you for your father?" The teacher's voice was very small and mysterious, and I rolled my eyes and nodded. The teacher patted me on the back and went to the office with a smile.

I was young and I didn't know how complex games could be in the adult world. Later, when I thought about it, I really admired these good actors from all walks of life who lived beside me, and they were really for their own interests, and they could use all the resources available in this world, even if they were teachers.

The days passed without incident. A few days later, Xue Hao came to Cao's house and brought his mother. Mother followed behind him, and her complexion was much better than the previous few days. My mother brought me two pieces of clothing and some snacks that I used to eat near the plum garden.

When Aunt Qin saw my mother, she hurriedly went over and took her hand, I am afraid that my mother was still angry about my loss. "Oh, sister! How did you get here? Thinking about Mu Xi, right? It's so far away, you already know, how good it would be for me to let the driver send Mu Xi to you! A few days ago, I told my mother, this Muxi has been here for nearly a month, and she is about to have a summer vacation, so I plan to let her go back to you and be close to you! Where is this, it's not as good as your own father and mother's house, don't you say? Sister? The mother listened, smiled, and replied briefly: "Of course." ”

My mother handed the pastries to Aunt Qin and told her that Aunt Qin was very happy to let Cancan eat with me. After all, in his opinion, his mother has turned over the incident a few days ago.

Xue Hao asked Aunt Qin, "Sister-in-law, where is Cao Mu?" ”

"Ah, I originally said that I would be off today on Saturday, but I was found by the bureau in the morning, and it seems to be in a hurry. I don't know when I'll be back. Aren't you in a hurry to find him? ”

"No, it's not like I recently investigated the corruption of the director of the Urban Construction Bureau on Merlin's side, so I thought about taking Rong Jiao'er to sit down, and listen to a song by the way to catch up on the old days. Unexpectedly, this Cao Muda was on vacation and was called away. ”

"Corruption of the director of urban development? Ah, oil, that's a big fuss. How much are you greedy for wow? Aunt Qin sighed while handing the peeled apples to her mother and Xue Hao.

Xue Hao took a bite, leaned back on the sofa, and said lightly: "The specific amount is unknown, anyway, it's quite a big fuss." The top also attaches great importance to it, otherwise there would be no joint action between the Anti-Corruption Bureau and the Discipline Inspection Bureau, right?! Eh, sister-in-law, wasn't Brother Cao Mu working over there a few days ago? In charge of the demolition of the streets of the old city. He should know better than I do, he didn't say anything when he came back? Xue Hao raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"Hey! Cancan's father never mentions work at home, how is it like someone's husband, he goes home and talks to you about the unit, this, there is not a word. I don't know, I thought he was a confidential officer of the National Security Agency. Xue Hao laughed after hearing this, and his mother chewed and ate the apple slowly, not knowing if she heard their conversation or not.

For me, sitting next to my mother is not an exaggeration to describe me as a dumbfounder. The conversation between Xue Hao and Aunt Qin sounded like a book from heaven to me, a primary school student, just by relying on some daily routines to inform me about it. There was nothing to say between me and my mother, and although Aunt Qin was beside me, she told me to sit closer to my mother, and asked me to talk to my mother about the new things that had happened in school recently, but I still couldn't open my mouth, and I had nothing to say.

When the work is over, the atmosphere is a little awkward. At this time, Aunt Qin suddenly asked Xue Hao: "Eh, by the way, Xue Hao, I heard that you and Cancan's father met your sister in the theater?" It's so dramatic. Let's hear about it. ”

As soon as Aunt Qin finished speaking, I saw my mother's mouth suddenly stop chewing on an apple, and her eyes were raised, obviously nervous. However, Xue Hao's side was interested, adjusted a comfortable posture, and was eager to say.

"Eh, I'll tell you sister-in-law, this thing, hey, it's very coincidental! Rong Jiao'er is older than me and Cao Mu, and we both called her Sister Rong at that time. Before our Xue family moved away, three streets away, it was Rong Jiaoer's theater. More than ten years ago, where was this society as flowery as it is now, there was nowhere to go, and in winter, the cat went into the theater to drink some tea, listen to a few songs to relieve fatigue, not to mention how comfortable. ”