We often ask where did Dad go? Will he and dad ever come back?

Of course, I didn't dare to ask my mother directly, I always asked my grandparents.

My grandparents always replied that our dad was dead, but my sister and I both knew that my mom would get a call from my dad once every few months.

Of course, it all ended in a quarrel, and Dad asked me the most about how Sister Yingying and I were doing. Mom said that it was almost all hysterical rants and shouted that Tingting and Yingying don't need you.

The days passed, but my sister and I had a stereotyped academic performance.

The junior high school homeroom teacher's surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Hao. He was a bad old man who taught languages, and he often used us as an example. said that it would be nice if we could be tied up as one person, and which key school could not be admitted to the high school entrance examination if we were tied up as one person?

I still remember how hard it was when we were in junior high school, and the teachers almost forced us to study.

I am good at Chinese and English, but poor at math and science. blindly forced me to study math science, and Sister Yingying was just the opposite of me.

As a result, in the second year of junior high school, we backfired.

I didn't come up in math science, but my English and Chinese began to get only seventy or eighty points. Chinese and English are fine, you can get some points if you use old knowledge to make up nonsense.

And Sister Yingying's whole subject was hung on the failing line, and we didn't dare to hand over the test papers to my mother. At the beginning, the mother who had a good door and a bad door scolded at most, but now the door is on and off the passing line, and we really don't dare to sign for my mother.

Mom is usually busy, and often says that it would be good to keep up with elementary and junior high school. It's all a little fight, and when we get to high school, we will be taught well.

It was still Yingying's sister's idea, and we kept the papers to be signed until the weekend.

On the weekend, I took all the failed test papers of Yingying's sister to my grandparents and told her grandparents that she did not do well in the exams and did not dare to ask her mother to sign them, and my grandparents would always smile and say that they would keep it secret and sign their names.

And the same thing is that the papers I failed and couldn't get out of my hands were handed over to my grandparents by Sister Yingying, and they were handed over to the group leader when they were unified until Monday.

The teacher only recognized the signatory, and it was only because of our study scum that we knew that there was a more powerful way. That's right, it's the class leader who hasn't passed since the second grade, and he has always paid the uncle at the commissary at the door to sign it for him. Two yuan a piece, and there can be a discount if you sign more.

Of course, signing is confusing, but the parent-teacher meeting at the end of each semester is not easy to deal with.

At first, we thought about calling our grandparents and asking them to do us a favor.

Last semester's grades were good, but I can still fool around in partial subjects, and my grades this semester are not passing.

The head teacher Chen Hao didn't know where to inquire, our mother was a high school teacher, so we must call our mother to come to the meeting. Even if we said that our mother was busy, the head teacher Chen Hao insisted that he would call our mother in person.

I didn't expect my mother to have time, and we knew we were finished.

My nervous hands and feet were numb at home, and Sister Yingying even thought of running away from home.

My mother never beat me, but she once hit Sister Yingying.

That time was when Sister Yingying first returned to her mother's house after her parents divorced, and her father usually cooked. After the divorce, when Sister Yingying was still at her grandparents' house, my mother and I ate takeout, but later, when Sister Yingying came, the three of us ate together. After a month, it seemed to exceed my mother's budget, so it was changed to my mother's own cooking.