Meng Shi felt a little cool behind him, so he turned his head to take a look.

The expected "homeroom teacher's gaze" did not appear.

I got up and walked out of the room to take a look, and made sure that my mother really hadn't come back.

Meng Shi returned to the front of the camera, adjusted his mood, cheered up, and said: "My behavior of insisting on going to the north despite the opposition of my family is indeed very bad. ”

"However, I do not recommend that parents use corporal punishment as a form of education for their children, as it is not advisable."

Meng Shi shook his head.

Then the tone changed.

"I recommend tackling the root causes and not giving children the opportunity to make mistakes."

"You can't get used to it, you have to apply for cram school!"

Ahem, cough, his tone was a little excited, so he coughed again.

"During the summer vacation, what should I do if my child loves to look at his mobile phone, love to play games, and does not sleep at night or during the day? Most of them are idle, send them to Professor Yang, no, just send them to cram school. ”

"As a person who has come over, I use my personal experience to tell parents that they should never let their children be idle."

Meng Shi's mother, Comrade Xia Qin, as a people's teacher, her usual hobbies, in addition to educating students at school, are to educate Meng Shi at home.

The winter vacation is okay, the vacation is short, and there are many things to do during the New Year, so Meng Shi can still be a little freer.

And in addition to going to Grandpa's place for a week or two during the summer vacation, the other days were too difficult.

Sitting in a familiar room, those memories that had been forgotten suddenly sharpened.

Meng Shi took the guitar out of his bag with great difficulty, held it in his hand, and was heartbroken, "If my mother had enrolled me in a few more cram schools at that time, where would I have had time to practice this thing!" ”

"If I don't practice this thing, 211/985 is not for me to choose, a lesson in blood, parents, quickly register your child for a class."

Meng Shi is like an unscrupulous traitor who sells summer vacation classes......

No, Meng Shi was heartbroken for the education of the motherland.

After saying this, Meng Shi suddenly realized a problem.

He stiffly turned his neck and said to the camera, "No parents look at the beep station?" ”

Lightning strike, black and white picture, sad BGM.

Meng Shi showed a very sincere smile, "Students, I suggest you transfer this video to your parents." ”

Beep......

"Getting back to the point, when my mother comes back, I will admit my mistake directly."

"From what I know about her, not only will she not forgive me, but she will also use cold violence against me, she will ignore me, show that I don't have a son like you, and torture my fragile heart."

"I have a way to deal with her, though."

Meng Shi communicated with the unwarranted audience in the air.

At the same time, he is also communicating with himself.

After watching the video he shot last time, Meng Shi found that this is a new way of communicating and looking at problems.

Take a picture of your current self.

Look at it after a while – it's the communication between your future self and your past self.

One cannot step into the same river twice.

Because the river is flowing and changing all the time.

However, if you record the moment of crossing the river, then you can step into that time, that river again and again.

And you will also find that the scenery that you missed because you were in a hurry at that time unfolded in front of your eyes little by little.

A leaf you can't name, swirling down the river.

A startled fish slips past your feet.

There is a beautiful pebble near the shore.

The clouds in the sky are reflected in the water, and the way it twists with the ripples on the surface of the water is hilarious.

Images can record and freeze changes, so the third-person perspective is both meaningful and transforms subjectivity into objectivity.

Meng Shi found that he liked the camera more and more like things that could record time.

The flow of light and shadow is fascinating.

Ahem, ahem.

Meng Shi touched his forehead.

The rain stopped. Went home. The cold that had been dormant for a few days also burned completely.

Go out with a glass of water.

In the kitchen cupboard, find a box of cold powder.

I brewed a pack of cold powder and drank it.

This kind of thing is still a little useful for prevention, in the face of severe colds...... It's better than nothing.

Glanced at the time.

According to Sister Lin's character, the moment she stepped on the bus, her mother should have received the message that he was going home.

And in the past few days, his situation will be conveyed to her bit by bit by Sister Lin, after all, even my father knows some about him from his brother-in-law.

Meng Shi was already ready, and when he opened the door, he saw his mother sitting in the living room waiting for him.

But it's almost twelve o'clock now, and cram schools can't do that.

Does she really not want to see me?

"Don't come back after you go out."

Meng Shi suddenly remembered that in his memory, his mother said this sentence in disappointment.

In another world, although she had an unhappy marriage, at least Meng Shi was very competitive and gave her support and pride.

But Meng Shi of this world took a different path, he not only rebelled against education, but even followed in his father's footsteps.

Thinking of this, my heart tugged inexplicably.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

This cough is like coughing out the lungs.

Meng Shi sat down on the sofa, and after panting evenly, he took out his mobile phone to find his mother's number and dialed it.

After two rings, she hung up.

Without waiting for Meng Shi to think about it, the sound of the key opening the door sounded at the door.

Meng Shi was anxious and coughed again.

The person outside the door seemed to hear a cough, and the sound of the key turning stopped.

Meng Shi couldn't help but stand up.

The security door opened.

The face that seemed to be separated by a world, through the vague memory, came into view again.

While recording the video and waiting for her to come back, Meng Shi felt very relaxed, and between casual chats, all kinds of interesting and playful ideas kept popping up in his head.

"Mom, I was wrong!"

"Listen to me, forgive me!"

"I don't think it's a problem, forgive me right away!"

"I don't want you to feel it, I want it to feel it, I say forgive me, just forgive me!"

"I want you to forgive me, you can do it for me immediately, or you don't do it!"

Meng Shi even decided to use "domineering Mingxue" to completely provoke her the moment he saw her, so that she could vent the anger in her heart.

In this way, the video has both stalks, and the mother can also be angry.

But this moment.

The moment the mother pushed the door in, looking at her face, Meng Shi was stunned.

I can't say anything about my stomach, and my brain doesn't stop spinning even if I have a cold and fever.

"Mom..."

spoke, his voice was hoarse, and his lips were dry.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

Meng Shi knew that his face must be ugly now.

A dry cough without phlegm is uncomfortable and breathless.

"Go to the hospital."

There was no expected ignorance, nor was she angry, just a mother who came home from work and saw that her son was sick and looked a little anxious.

Sitting in a taxi to the hospital, the two men were silent.

Meng Shi wanted to say something, and words were what he was best at.

But the constant coughing and complicated and incomprehensible mood made Meng Shi unable to organize the language to say something to her.

And except when she got in the car, she said to the driver, "Excuse me, go to the second doctor", and she didn't say anything.

She didn't wear makeup.

The black-rimmed glasses obscured the soft eyebrows, making it impossible to see any emotion in her eyes.

But the pursed mouth and the hands clenched on her knees let Meng Shi know that her heart was not at peace.

"Cough, cough, cough"

Meng Shi covered his mouth with his hand, and the coughing sound that came out was a little dull.

Her clenched hand let go and moved.

"The second doctor has arrived."

The driver stopped and looked back.

"Thank you."

She shook her open hand on her thigh, then nodded to the driver and paid to get out of the car.

Meng Shi followed her closely as he did when he was a child.

She didn't look back, she still walked with her back straight, and every step seemed to be measured.

However, she didn't walk as fast as before, and when she was a child, Meng Shi had to trot to keep up with her.

Maybe it's not that she's slow, but Meng Shi is fast.

Although Meng Shi followed behind her, he could imagine her expression now.

His eyes were looking straight ahead, his mouth was pursed, the corners of his mouth were slightly downward, and his expression was serious and rigid.

Her students must be afraid of her, and they give her some nicknames such as exterminating Shitai behind their backs, and put them on her.

Even in Meng Shi's eyes, she is still as beautiful as when she was young.

This is a woman who is the complete opposite of her father.

They came together unexpectedly, and then they parted logically.

She hung up for the emergency room.

"I've had a cold for four or five days, I had a low-grade fever a few days ago, I had a little cough, I took some medicine, but it didn't work, I may have rained a little when I went out in the morning, and now I cough badly......"

Seeing his mother frowning and meticulously telling the doctor about his illness, Meng Shi found that he didn't know her as well as he imagined.

If Meng Shi is a beetle with a bad personality, teeth and claws, and a hard shell.

Then she was just a silkworm, and she kept spinning silk until she formed a cocoon.

The cocoon looks impermeable and as strong as a stone, but in fact, both the shell and the heart are soft.

Meng Shi had always thought that he knew her and thought that she was a very hard woman.

But in fact, Meng Shi never touched her.