eighteen

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the high school entrance examination, and Wei Wei had already thought about it and would not take the exam. You don't have to do your homework in school, skip school, don't study well, you don't pass the exam, and even some subjects have to be handed in blank papers, since this is the case, it's better not to take the exam, let your classmates laugh, the teacher looks down on you, and you lose face. So on the first two days of the exam, he asked Sang Zixin to talk to the teacher. In the face of such an unreasonable request, she couldn't cry or laugh, but she still persuaded her son to take the exam.

"If you want to take the test, you go to the test." The study of the past few years was synthesized into one sentence, which was thrown to Sang Zixin.

She only sighed. After pondering and pondering, I still can't talk to the teacher, so the teacher will talk about it after asking.

“…… You still have to take the exam. But what is the use of what she thinks about and says?

The day before the exam, Weiwei's homeroom teacher called Sang Zixin.

"That's what I told him." She said into the phone.

"Student exams are natural, and no student is as stubborn and willful as your child, and he must be allowed to take the exam." The teacher said to her in an unquestioning tone.

“…… I talked to him. Sang Zixin said helplessly.

"I know it's not easy for you, and Wei Wei won't listen to you, otherwise ......" As a teacher who knows his students best, since Wei Wei has made up his mind not to take the test one by one, it is useless for others to say anything. However, as a class teacher, you must first say ugly things before you go.

The teacher's complaints and dissatisfaction with her have made her embarrassed, but most of the children are destroyed in the hands of the initiator. And the parents who fail have a common trait, which is to spoil their children too much. Everyone has a process of doting, and the underlying meaning of doting is indulgence one by one. Too much indulgence will lead to the deformity of the child, or the deformity of the growth, and in the end, he is the "God" who controls the parents. Sang Zixin was deeply touched, and when Wei Wei's behavior appeared, she realized it, but her personality, temperament, and temperament made her unable to make good achievements in disciplining and teaching her son? Because she is full of kindness and weakness in her bones, and at the same time has a deformed doting, her son has formed and developed step by step.

Sang Zixin was at the dinner table and said the teacher's words. Wei Wei, who was eating, just looked at his mother.

Fang Hua listened to his daughter's words, and the chopsticks holding the vegetables stopped.

Sang Zixuan put down the dishes and chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

"Exams are the real test for students." Sang Zixuan on the sofa said: "I didn't expect that you have read so many years of books in vain. Look, he looks like a successful person who doesn't need exams to enjoy the results. ”

For so many years, he never said his nephew directly. Maybe it's watching him grow up? Maybe he knew the kid too well; Maybe Sang Zixuan is telling the truth this time.

"I don't usually learn ......," he understood his uncle's words and said quickly.

"It doesn't matter if you do this, there are a lot of people." Sang Zixuan said with his fingers. "Teachers, parents, and yourself."

Wei Wei listened to his uncle's words, and his face was gloating.

"Look, what kind of kid is this?" Sang Zixin said angrily. "If you still recognize this school and call it a teacher, you will go to the exam." This time, she said it decisively.

"Don't go, I'm going to go." Wei Wei replied to her very strongly.

"Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and it is useless to say anything." Sang Zixuan said as he walked out.

"As the old saying goes: Knowing the son is not the mother, knowing the mother is the child, it's a pity! Blind your mother's heart. Fang Hua said with emotion.

The efforts of the adults did not convince him, but he walked towards the house as if he had been relieved by the disaster.

"Do I still talk to the teacher?" Sang Zixin asked her younger brother at the door.

"Sister, what do you say? I don't think I need to say anything. Sang Zixuan turned around and watched his sister's reaction.

"Anyway, I have to get my diploma back." Fang Hua said. "I don't take the exam, I don't know if I can give it."

"Yes." Sang Zixuan replied very clearly. "All the students in the class should have it. Mom, it doesn't matter if you want a junior high school diploma or not, it's useless. ”

"You kid, you have to ask for that." Fang Hua reprimanded his son with warm anger.

“…… That's it anyway. Sang Zixin thought sadly while cleaning up the table. Everything is put down and all is gone. ”

Wei Wei put the books, homework, and workbooks on the ground, and then he separated them according to the different grades. Then he sat down on a small stool, leaned back on the bed, and looked at the books and books, and then looked at them again, and then put them back in their place. In this way, he sat on the small stool for a long time, and also looked at it for a long time. When Sang Zixin called him to eat, he didn't move and said, "Get me some chewy noodles." ”

Sang Zixin took him a pack of instant noodles and put it on the small table, "Do you want meat?" ”

He looked up, "Bring it." ”

"Let's see when we're done." Sang Zixin saw that he didn't mean to eat, so he said.

Wei Wei didn't say anything, and he didn't get up, Sang Zixin saw that he couldn't move him, put down his things and went out.

Wei Wei was still holding his book, and he took out the Modern Chinese Dictionary. He put it on the table, and then he sat back down, and brought the three history books of junior high school and put them together with the dictionary, so he looked again, and it seemed that his eyes were always insufficient, and he kept turning around the book and notebook.

Sang Zixin came over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Let's get it when you're done," she said. "If it's cold, it's not brittle."

After listening to Sang Zixin's words, Wei Wei put down the book in his hand and began to chew noodles, he grabbed two pieces of fried meat and put them in his mouth, and then let Sang Zixin take them away, and he just ate noodles.

"Why don't you eat it?" Looking at her son who was eating, she asked casually.

"It's soft, take it." He said. He continued to look at these quiet books and books. In any case, they accompanied him for nine years, and during these unusual nine years, he was given knowledge, wisdom, and the principles of life, at least enabling him to understand writing, poetry, and songs, language, politics, geography, history, mathematics, physics, and chemistry. Know where your home is...... And he thought: I am really ashamed of these books, there is knowledge and wisdom hidden in them, if you want to have knowledge and wisdom, you must work hard to learn, memorize, and then repeatedly study and comprehend, in order to lay a deep imprint, in order to help a person through difficulties and obstacles. If you communicate with people, you can be invincible. Is it regret when I think about it now? It was too late. You don't have to go to college, but you have to have knowledge, and knowledge can change people and change everything. However, from primary school to middle school, it is a time to lay the foundation for one's own growth and accumulate knowledge. "How did I not realize it before?" He thought. If you want to be able to say a few words in front of people, behind people, and in the crowd, and say what you say, it is admirable. "Look, what people say is so level." With knowledge, you can speak at a high level, otherwise you will lose face and lose your dignity.

Late at night, Wei Wei lay on the bed and didn't feel sleepy, he turned over, saw the dictionary on the table, and picked it up. So he straightened up, resting his head on the head of the bed, the quilt on his chest, and flipping through the dictionary. He first found his first name and surname, read and explained carefully, they are all a pinyin, a syllable, but the tone is different. Wei, a very open word, was it the name my parents gave me with a dictionary. "I'm going to memorize the dictionary." Wei Wei finally had a feeling, "From beginning to end, you must know the origin of each word, what to say, and what it represents." Thinking of this, he was even more excited, his head was pushed up, and his back rested on the head of the bed, "It's not difficult, just do it." ”

If people are excited and excited before going to bed, there will be no sleep in this sleep, not to mention that Wei Wei is not a person who sleeps a lot, and insomnia often torments him. Wei Wei, who was unconscious, got up from the bed, put on his clothes, sat on the small stool again, and looked at the books on the ground in a daze, he seemed to want to find something out of these books?

In the morning, when Sang Zixin asked him to eat, she saw that her son was sleeping very deeply, and she didn't call him. After eating by himself, he left a note on the table and went to work.

Today is the first day of the high school entrance examination, and when I got up in the morning, Wei Wei ate a pack of instant noodles and left home. He was afraid that the teacher would call, and he was afraid that his classmates would come to his house to look for him. So he staggered and walked in the opposite direction of the school, still thinking about not letting his classmates meet him, and then he thought: all his classmates took the test, but he knew that there were still a few people in the class who didn't take the test. He felt sorry for the teacher, the teacher taught them with hard work, and later taught such a non-director student, which made the teacher lose face; It was so disappointing for the teacher; It made the teacher cry so sadly. How do teachers teach you students who are not competitive? Candidates' names are posted on their desks, while the seats are empty. He walked aimlessly, and at the same time thought of memorizing the dictionary, thinking of studying history, and thinking of why his mother was not the head of the department? The section chief is the deputy director of the next step, and others can't be the deputy director if they want to, so she won't do it anymore? It's simply a sign of decadence...... It wasn't even noon, and he was already hungry. He rummaged through his pocket, and sure enough, there was still money in his pocket, but not much, and it was enough to buy a bag of instant noodles (every day at school, parents gave students some pocket money, but Wei Wei never ate snacks), he went into a grocery store and bought a bag of dry instant noodles. He walked down the sidewalk and ate instant noodles secretly. He took a bite and turned his face behind him for fear of being seen. He chewed with his mouth closed, as if a mouth would run out of his mouth. He took a bite and looked around to see if anyone was seeing. After a long day of "sneaky" tossing, he finally finished eating. Thereupon. The day was finally hard to pass. At five o'clock, Wei Wei came to the door physically and mentally exhausted. The grandmother who opened the door asked, "Child, where did you go this day?" ”

"Outside." He sat down at the dinner table and said. So he got up again, washed his face, and sat down at the table.

Sang Zixin's fried fish was also on the table, "I must say something when I go out again," she said. "It's a lot of memorable."

During the meal, Wei Wei asked, "Mom, did the teacher call?" ”

"Ah, just for this one, I went out and hid for a day." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh.

At the same time, Fang Hua and Sang Zixuan also laughed.

With the lesson of the first day, Wei Wei stayed at home the next day, and he was still in a daze at the book. Sometimes, even imagination comes to mind. By five o'clock in the afternoon, he immediately became refreshed and much more relaxed. The high school entrance examination is finally over. Wei Wei said to his mother, I don't want these books. Sang Zixin looked at the messy appearance on the ground, and wanted to say something, but she still didn't say anything. She packed the books in cardboard boxes, carried them out of Wei Wei's house, tied them with ropes, and put them on the balcony.

The next morning, Wei Wei got up early. He looked out the window, stretched his waist, and said happily: "From today on, I am already a citizen, although I am not yet eighteen years old......