When the last bell rang, it was as if the first rays of sunlight had shone into a vampire's castle. Although it was already sunset, Long Xiaowei felt that it was more beautiful than the morning sun and brighter than noon. The tragic day finally passed. Long Xiaowei dragged his tired body back to his home that he had not returned to for centuries. Perhaps only when one really felt helpless in life would one know that days felt like years was just a vague saying.
After returning home, the house was still as quiet as usual. His parents were still not around. Long Xiaowei, who could only see his parents every year during the National Day and the Spring Festival, seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life. Although he was still a little disappointed, he knew that his parents were working hard for his future. In fact, even if Long Xiaowei's family was not very rich, they were at least well-fed. However, Long Xiaowei's parents seemed to think further and deeper than other parents. He even thought of Long Xiaowei's new house and new car when he got married. He also thought of his grandson's school. What was even scarier was that he thought of his grandson's new house and new car when he got married. Under such circumstances, the family's current financial situation was far from enough, so they desperately developed their business. However, they did not know that Long Xiaowei always felt that he was a lonely person. His parents had thought so far ahead, but they had not thought of his own thoughts. He even suspected that his parents were thinking about their grandson's future because they thought that he would not be able to support his family at all. Perhaps in their parents 'hearts, he was just a prodigal who ate the elderly.
Although Long Xiaowei had this thought since he was young, he never expressed it because he knew that only by proving that he would definitely bear the burden of the family in the future would he be qualified to deny his parents 'thoughts. Long Xiaowei was indeed a genius. It seemed that as long as he was willing to learn, there was nothing he could not do.
Life in school was getting more and more boring for Long Xiaowei. In class, there seemed to be no goal to strive for other than sleeping. However, his grades had always been very good. The teachers had suspected him of cheating countless times. They even sat beside him and stared at him without blinking. The teacher didn't even see the other students exchange their test papers, but he wiped his forehead with a napkin. He didn't let go of this action and carefully checked the napkin for more than ten minutes. He even used the money detector pen. The only thing missing was the fire and water. Long Xiaowei would always laugh at his teacher's behavior and never explain that he really knew how to do it. He would only tell the teacher after each exam,"Teacher, you've already done your job very well. Continue to work hard next time!”Every time, the teacher would be so angry that he was even more certain that he had cheated to get high marks. Every time the teacher left the class, she would always sigh,"It's not that I don't work hard, but the students are too cunning. I don't have the talent in this area! I still need to work harder!" Every time he heard his teacher say this, Long Xiaowei would help the other students wipe away their cold sweat. He thought to himself, I don't care. Anyway, I didn't cheat. Even if 007 came, it would be useless. Teacher, your anti-cheating ability is almost as good as the FBI. When I enter university, those juniors under me will be pitiful. Hopefully, they wouldn't lament," It's not that the students don't work hard, but that the teachers are too professional! He had yet to succeed in cheating, so he still had to work hard!”Every time Long Xiaowei's classmates saw his high marks, they would ask him how to cheat without anyone noticing. Long Xiaowei couldn't help but smile bitterly every time. Even if he placed all the textbooks and papers on his desk, he wouldn't be able to get such a score! However, Long Xiaowei didn't want to be seen as insulting someone else's IQ, which would result in him suffering from an instantaneous coma. Thus, he pretended to be nervous and whispered," Professional skills cannot be taught to outsiders. Every time, his classmate would snort disdainfully."It's a small skill that's difficult to reach the elegant hall. It can't be taught to outsiders. No one wants it even if it's given away for free.”After saying that, he strode away from Long Xiaowei. Long Xiaowei was secretly laughing in his heart every time. The books were indeed right. When you praised your own things, others would not care about it and would even attack you. If you directly said that it was not good, but you were unwilling to take it out, others would be curious and use all kinds of threats and promises. In the end, they would even use force. This was the reverse psychology and curiosity of humans.
Ask what this thing is, I tell you this is a treasure, you smile, shake your head, step forward, this thing is a treasure, there is no need to say, you ask this thing is a treasure, I answer you this thing is ordinary, wave my hand and throw three hundred taels of gold, how can ordinary things answer? Although the objects are the same, the language is different, the principles are the same, the methods are different, the characters have different sympathies, and the things are small, but the Zen meaning is deep.
Long Xiaowei retracted his disappointed gaze and looked at the empty house. Although it was a little cold, it still had the warmth of a home. The light from the electric lamp reflected off the white tiles, giving off a gentle and comfortable feeling. Every day at home, Long Xiaowei could actually cook a good dish. However, he did not know it because he had never eaten his own dishes before. Therefore, he only felt that the food was edible. If someone else came to eat, they would definitely say that they had already caught up with the chef of the restaurant. There was no need to cook a lot of side dishes in a person's life. However, Long Xiaowei would cook an entire table of side dishes every time. It was not that he did not know that it was a waste, but he had always hoped that his parents would suddenly come home, and then they could eat together. His parents would not find an excuse to go out to eat just because there was not enough food. However, this expectation was still the same as before. When he finished eating, the food was cold and hot. After a long time, Long Xiaowei began to clean up the dishes. Then, he turned on his computer. Computer games were not very attractive to Long Xiaowei, because things that were too illusory would make Long Xiaowei's life even more confusing. However, Long Xiaowei liked to chat on QQ, because the more people he interacted with, the more he felt. Although he had fewer friends than he imagined, he would always have more friends than he knew.
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