Jiang's hunger strike lasted for five days and was interrupted by a visit to Mr. Xu's home.

On Saturday morning, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard at No. 13 Hualing Lane, and Jiang, who was hungry and thin, went to open the door with a chicken nest and bruises that had not faded on his body.

Xu ...... Teacher Xu?! How did you get here? ”

Mr. Xu stood at the door with a briefcase in one hand and a few steaming buns in the other.

"I heard that you were beaten, so I came to see you."

Such a straightforward opening made Jiang Jingcheng embarrassed, and hurriedly let Mr. Xu in.

After all, this should be Mr. Xu's second home visit.

When I first came, I was joined by Qu Shaosha, Xia Chengxi and Jiang Jingcheng to make an oolong incident, so that every time I thought about it later, Mr. Xu couldn't help laughing.

These three of his students......

After entering the house and sitting down, Jiang Jingcheng said that his parents were not at home and went to the shop to be busy.

Mr. Xu waved his hand, indicating that he had come to see him today.

"Jingcheng, have you had breakfast?" He put the steaming buns and soy milk on the table.

"I didn't ...... No......"

Jiang Jingcheng lowered his head and screamed in his stomach.

Not to mention breakfast, he has secretly eaten some snacks stuffed by his mother and snacks given by his friends in the past few days, and he has long been hungry and faint.

"It's such a coincidence, I haven't eaten it yet." Teacher Xu looked at him with a smile: "That...... Why don't you have a meal with the teacher? ”

Jiang Jingcheng was a little stunned, looking at the obvious double breakfast on the table, guessing that Mr. Xu probably already knew that he was using a hunger strike to resist his parents.

Some shame.

"Teacher Xu, I ......"

Teacher Xu stuffed the bun into his hand: "People are iron and rice are steel, and you can speak slowly when you are full." ”

The small dining room wafts with the aroma of steamed buns.

Jiang Jingcheng never found out that ordinary meat buns could be so delicious! There is also soy milk, every bite into the stomach is a long-lost warmth......

"Delicious, right?"

"Delicious!"

"Satisfied?"

"Satisfied!"

Teacher Xu laughed.

So it's not for nothing that food can soothe people's hearts. We eat when we're happy, and we eat even more when we're unhappy. How can such a low-hanging fruit of satisfaction and happiness be turned away? ”

Jiang Jingcheng munched on the buns, thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

After a showdown with his parents, he was beaten violently, his father's attitude was stubborn and resolute, and his mother wanted him to be obedient and compromised, and he chose to use hunger strike as a last resort......

"Mr. Xu, you ...... Got it all? ”

Mr. Xu did not answer this question.

He opened his briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper from it.

"This is the registration form for the youth team, and Coach Li asked me to hand it over to you last time I came to the school."

He handed the form to Jiang Jingcheng, who wiped his oily hands and took it carefully.

An ordinary A4 form, in his hand seems to be inlaid with a gold-edged edict. He looked at it word by word, line by line, very carefully......

His eyes darkened when he saw the column where his parents had signed their consent.

There's no way they'll agree.

He thought sadly.

Teacher Xu did not make a sound, but waited slowly and patiently.

The young man sitting opposite was silent for a long time, and finally spoke in a dumb voice: "I don't have a chance to go, and my parents can't agree to let me go." ”

Grievances and sadness poured up, and there were tears in the young man's eyes.

He guessed that Mr. Xu must have come to persuade him to give up. He must have been like his parents and thought that the only thing that mattered was to go to college......

Why are adults always biased?

Why is no one able to understand it?

A tissue was handed to him, and he heard Mr. Xu ask softly:

"And what do you think of it yourself?"

"I ......"

Jiang Jingcheng sniffed.

Can it be said?

Teacher Xu sat down on the chair next to him and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "It's okay to say it boldly, the teacher will listen carefully." ”

Jiang Jingcheng hesitated.

For so long, he had been hoping that someone would listen to his thoughts, but they always rejected it all without waiting for him to finish.

In fact, there are many, many things he wants to say.

I want to say how much I love football and how much I yearn for the youth team......

But the opening is—

"Actually, since I was a child, I have never insisted on working hard for one thing. Or maybe I don't really know what I want......"

"I always follow and obey, my parents arranged for me to go to an experimental middle school, I went to an experimental middle school, and my friends asked me to choose liberal arts together, so I chose liberal arts......"

"I never seem to have asked myself what I wanted. Of course, no one wants to listen to me say what I want......"

"It was only clear to me that I really enjoyed playing football. I don't just like to play football, I like the feeling of running and sprinting on the field, I like the joy of fighting side by side with my teammates to win, I like to be trusted, I like to be noticed, I like the sense of honor and achievement. These...... Is there something wrong? ”

The boy's tears rolled down his face, and he choked up and couldn't continue.

Outside the small dining room, Qu Shaoyao, who had sneaked into the courtyard, was lying by the window, observing the situation inside.

She was really worried that Teacher Xu, who was also short-tempered, would scold him again, and Brother Jiang would be too pitiful!

But unexpectedly, today's Teacher Xu was extraordinarily gentle, reached out and patted Jiang Jingcheng's shoulder, helping him wipe away the tears on his face.

"Dreams are sinless." He said softly: "No matter what time it is, there is never a mistake with seriousness and persistence. ”

Jiang Jingcheng's eyes widened, unable to believe what he heard.

"You...... Do you really think so? ”

"Of course it's true. In fact, when the teacher was your age, he also had a passionate youth and pursued his dreams, and he was very obsessed with playing Go at that time......"

……

A light breeze blew in the courtyard, and Qu Shao sat down with his back against the wall, and looked up at the noon sky.

The sky was blue, a few white clouds were slowly floating over the yard, and the mango trees in the yard had grown small turquoise miniature fruits, swaying in the wind, allowing the sunlight passing through the treetops to shine in the branches.

There had never been a moment when she was so in awe of the teacher who was talking inside.

A long, long time later, she heard Jiang Jingcheng ask:

"Teacher Xu, if I listen to my parents, give up my dreams and take the college entrance examination to complete my studies, will I really have a bright future as they expect?"

"If you work hard enough, there will be one."

"So...... What if I decided to stick with my choice and join the Academy to pursue my dreams? ”

This time, Mr. Xu thought about it for a long time.

He replied: "Then there is a good chance that our country will get a good international player in the future. ”

Jiang Jingcheng was crying so loudly that the song outside the window had to block his ears.

Really...... How old is it?

I'm not afraid to call the little black dog at the mouth of the alley when I cry so loudly......