Mu Xiang thought about tossing and walking in bed all night, singing outside without stopping. She didn't know when she fell asleep. After waking up, both Mu's father and Mu's mother were no longer at home.

The messy battlefield was cleaned up, the TV was turned off, there was no CD in the DVD player, and breakfast was still left in the kitchen.

There was no suspicious content in the trash can. The information compiled with Qiao Nan and Zhou Huacai yesterday was gone. She took out her cell phone, didn't answer the call or read the text message, and nothing was left.

Fresh and sweet soup poured into her mouth. Mu Xiangxiang sat on the sofa at home while eating the small bun left by her father. She originally wanted to solve the problem in a gentle way, but her parents' reaction was a little beyond her expectations.

There is no anger, no quarrel, and even no questioning.

This kind of stalemate silence... Mu Xiangya sighed.

No one knows more about how much parents value the word learning than her, because not long ago, even she was so deeply rooted in the thoughts they instilled into their minds.

The idea was initially lost when she was a child. For the sake of her father's high treatment expenses, her mother had to quit her job, which was not much income in the factory. She went out every day before dawn and went home almost in the early morning. She had only a few times to show up at home, and she could never get along with her children.

At that time, Mu Xiangyao suppressed her for a long time, and one day she finally couldn't suppress her longing because she didn't dare to add burden to her father, so she could only take a pen and leave a letter to her mother before going to bed.

Until now, she can still remember the scene she saw when she woke up in her mother's long-lost embrace that night.

My mother was so haggard that she lost weight a lot. Her rough palms touched her cheeks, tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "I think, you must remember to study hard, take a good diploma in the future and find a relaxed job to make a lot of money, so that she can not be as passive as her parents."

Later, Mu Xiangyan realized that her mother's factory had an opportunity to be promoted to management at that time. The management's salary doubled and she had plenty of time. It was so tailor-made for her, which was very suitable for her to take care of the chaotic family.

However, she worked hard for a long time and finally failed to compete. The opponent who got the promotion opportunity was even far less qualified than her, and there was no dark curtain inside. The reason why the other party stood out among thousands of employees in the factory was all because of the title of "college student" that was extremely rare in that era.

So with the same salary, the other party could sit in the office and drink tea and read newspapers comfortably, but Mom Mu had to go out early and come back late and work to death.

This became their lifelong obsession.

How terrible is the inherent concept? At that time, Mu Xiangyao was furious for Qiao Nan's buddies who had no reason to drop out of school. At that time, she had no change in her concept, and was holding an idea similar to "This group of people would never have a future if they didn't study hard."

The change in her concept depends entirely on the impact of new cultures from various channels in the outside world after changing her body with Qiao Nan.

But her parents don't even use smartphones very well.

****

Under such a burden, Yingcheng announced the grade rankings for the second-year high school entrance examination.

After hearing the class teacher raise his head and say the final total score of the first grade in the class, the students in Class 1 made unexpected and uncontrollable screams, and once again left the second grade, Mu Xiangxiang, who was only tens of tens of the second grade, reacted very calmly. She was still silently tidying up the table in the melody of "Murderful Intent" that she was still occasionally clicking on the melody of "Murderful Intent" in the class, while the students flocked to her desk to pass on the test papers.

Accepted! Really accepted!

After reading the test papers, a group of top students from key classes knelt down to the god of learning. The little beauty who was on the battlefield and got the exam room in front of her has been busy in the basketball court since the start of school, and she can get such high scores every day. Perhaps what the people on the Internet are right, and the difference between people may sometimes be bigger than that of people and dogs.

So excited, the audience was full of silence. Everyone started from the average score of the class two. When talking about the "weasel" in the next class being snatched away from the position of the head teacher by the English teacher of the class, Mu Xiangyao was all filled with ears.

Someone said to her while laughing: "It's so satisfying! I should have asked you to come and see you. When the weasel moved from the head teacher's office to the collective office, his face was green!"

"I heard that the school asked him to write a check in private!"

"Really? Is this too embarrassing?"

"Anyway, all the students in their class have spread all over the place."

Mu Xiangyao Xiaoxiao, her mood was not as excited as they were. The cell phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and found that it was indeed sent by her younger brother.

Mu Song lived in the training dormitory building directly, and his teammates moved in one after another. Zhou Huacai promised that their music festival rewards would be quickly fulfilled. A few days ago, she received a text message from her younger brother saying that the day for recording the Liberty draft preliminary round had been set and the time was tomorrow evening.

Calculate the time, I guess I have already rehearsed in the background now.

The younger brother sent a photo of the backstage rehearsal. The staff and a bunch of messy equipment were all over. She clicked on it for two seconds and then jumped out of Mu Song's phone. After answering, the boy's clear voice came out of the messy background: "Sister, there were suddenly many little stars in the studio in the afternoon. Have you seen the photos?"

After Mu Song moved to the dormitory, he began to call her often to complain about what she had encountered. Mu Xiangxiang softened his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth: "Are you rehearsal?"

Mu Song tskated: "Yes, I waited for an afternoon before I finally had some time to rest. There were a few players in front who were like mentally retarded. I taught for a hundred times but couldn't find the camera seat."

Their parents' attitude was pressed down there, Mu Xiangya was worried that he would not be able to control his emotions and offend people: "Be polite to others, don't lose your temper as usual."

"You think your brother is a vegetarian, so you don't have to worry about it." Mu Song heard her worry and immediately became relaxed. "I just complained to you casually, and by the way, you can't come. I'll take photos of the little star to greed for you."

The chat content is very easy. Which celebrity and the personality of the front-end TV do not match the personality of the TV show, and which opponent and the leader of the program team were the finalists. Mu Song also jokingly apologized to her, saying that because Liberty is too small and transparent, he cannot invite her to watch her heroic figure on the spot when she was on TV for the first time. It was really unhappy.

From beginning to end, no mention of the Daya Newcomer training course that is still pending even if a single word is still open.

Mu Xiang knew that it was his younger brother comforting himself.

But she also knew that the training spots would be finalized after the draft rematch, and he didn't have much time left.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Xiangyao's smile gradually faded. Her parents' attitude that day was difficult to tell, so she decided to give up the roundabout way and find a suitable opportunity for the family to sit down and talk calmly. However, since then, she has never met them at home again.

They still stayed home, and they could see the traces from the breakfast on the stove every day, but they went out very early and came back very late, as if they were back when their mother was doing odd jobs.

Mu Xiangyao didn't know what they were busy with. Maybe it was the big business about the exhibition that I mentioned at the dinner table a few times before? But they still couldn't see them outside of work.

She hesitated whether to call or send a text message to them, but in the end she didn't do it. Some things can easily change through the phone, and it is difficult to explain them without facing each other.

****

With such worries in mind, when he got up the next day, he saw his parents who had disappeared from home for several days, Mu Xiangyao was stunned for a few seconds.

After not seeing each other for a few days, my parents became haggarder than before, and both of them looked a little thinner.

The three of them looked at each other silently in Weixi's morning light, and there was still smoke that could not be dissipated in the new house. After a while, before she didn't know how to speak, Mu's father sighed and broke the silence first: "Let's go."

Mu Xiangyao was stunned: "Where to go?"

Only then did she realize that her parents' dress seemed to be more decent than usual. Could it be...

The next second, Dad Mu glanced at him silently: "Go to your school, otherwise where else can he go?"

Mu Xiang: "..."

Yes, she swept away the bold speculation in her heart and remembered with a little regret that the parent meeting after the results of the second-year high school entrance examination were announced was indeed this day.

However, unexpectedly, my father said before that his mother was going to visit the breeding ground in City X, so he could only attend on behalf of his wife. He also had the intention of not being able to make an appointment in advance. Now that my mother has not set off for City X, he still comes with him.

In the taxi, the atmosphere of the family members who had not seen each other for a few days was a bit weird. My parents were dazed from time to time, and occasionally chatted for a few words, but they still couldn't find the opportunity to talk about their younger brother.

Parents' Day, Yingcheng's door was full of luxury cars. He noticed his father's movements staggered because of inconvenience in his legs when he got off the car. Then Mu Yaoyao suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the first time the other party came to his high school.

Even on the day of registration for the first year of high school, my mother was with me.

Mu Xiangxiang immediately stepped forward to support him. Mu's father held his daughter's slender arm. Recently, his eyes that had crawled out of blood due to lack of sleep have turned away from his daughter's worried face. When he landed on the grand high school gate not far away, some complex emotions flowed deep in his eyes.

After the incident in junior high school, he hasn't appeared in such an occasion for a long time.

Not long ago, the mood of being recognized by his daughter in front of a group of classmates suddenly came out again. Dad Mu sighed, and a smile finally appeared on his haggard face for many days. He patted the back of his daughter's hand: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"uncle?"

A clear greeting came from beside him. He turned to look at a familiar face. After recalling it for a moment, he suddenly remembered: "Oh, it's you, the Luo who helped us that day, Luo..."

He noticed the dark luxury car behind the other party and the tall middle-aged man who got off the driver's seat of the luxury car.

"Luo Yong." The young man in Yingcheng's school uniform laughed and turned his head at the same time, "Dad, this is Uncle Mu that I mentioned to you before."

Luo's father obviously had no impression of it anymore. He glanced at Mu's father in confusion. Mu's father met the other person's majestic appearance and compared his own figure, he was about to pause in his heart.

Then Luo Yong prompted: "Just think of his father!"

As soon as Mu Xiang said the words, the expression of the middle-aged man who looked sharp, calm and lofty in front of him changed suddenly, and the woman's voice was raised from the direction of the co-pilot: "Who?!"

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged lady dressed in high heels appeared quickly. She met Mu's parents, and a big smile immediately appeared on her face: "Oh! I have been thinking about meeting you since Luo Yong's first year of high school, but I never had a chance. Before coming, I told his father that if I could meet this time, I would have to ask you for advice and tips on raising children!"

In the intimate action of his wife holding Mu's mother's arm, Luo's father also took the initiative to extend his hand to Mu's father: "The father of Tanhua, who was in the middle school entrance examination, has long been famous."

Dad Mu stared at the middle-aged man who was so arrogant when he first met, and could not hide his envy in his eyes.

Recognized for a long time...a daimyo?

After pausing, he finally relaxed and a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant was raised on his face.

At the same time, he stretched out his thin and rough hand and gently held the well-maintained palm, with a confident tone-

“Where do it.”

****

Mu's father encountered many concerns that he had expected before coming, but the reason was not because he thought he had disabled legs and feet, but because his daughter's achievements were almost unscientific.

Although Yingcheng is a "campus abroad" where more than one-third of the students in each graduation season will not participate in the college entrance examination, it can be counted across the country. No matter how poor or rich or poor, how many parents can care about their children's studies at all?

Mu Xiangxiang's score of Tanhua, the unified examination, and the score of being far behind the second place in the unified examination, is very famous in the circle of parents of students of the same grade.

The scene was completely unimaginable chaos. Not only the parents of Class 1, but also the parents of students from many other classes in the grade, were looking to visit the parents who had educated "other people's children".

At this time, who has the intention to pay attention to whether the parents are walking smoothly? What everyone wants to know is how they use to improve their children's grades to this extent!

The couple was surrounded by clumps of inquiries from their peers—

"Do you usually ask for a tutoring school? Are you going to a tutoring school? Which teacher you hired to go to which school will you reveal it?!"

"What? Don't hire a tutor? Don't go to a tutoring school?"

"Oh my god, brother, I'm really convinced your child. Look at this handwriting, how do you urge her to practice this beautiful thing?"

"What's the matter? She will take the initiative to learn without urging her?"

…………

A parent-teacher meeting was held. Before leaving, the couple, who were still in a gloomy mood, had an unconcealed smile on their faces when they left the campus gate. At the school gate, Mu's mother and a group of noble ladies made an appointment to have time to have coffee next time, while Mu's father was holding up his mobile phone with a chat software that had been successfully registered under the guidance of others a few minutes ago and "scan" to add friends with everyone.

He didn't hide his weird walking posture along the way, but the more he did, the less anyone paid attention to his uniqueness.
To be continued...