People often say that it feels good to be home, but why do I have the urge to cry?
On the contrary, I don't want to go home. It's not that I don't want to go home, but I don't want to go home at this time. What does it mean to go home at this time? Even a fool could guess that something must have happened. Anyway, it was not something that could make people quiet.
Four hours later, I returned to the station where I left with great ambition. I set foot on the hometown that had raised me for eighteen years.
However, his current mood was very different from the one he had when he left.
I took the last bus home and sighed at the billions of people in the world. Everyone's fate was different. I asked myself if there were no repeated fates among these billions of people. If there was, then who controlled this fate? Did they control it well? Aren't they tired? Was their grasp fair? In this world, there were rich people and poor people. Were those who controlled fate fair? If a person's life was to be controlled, then what was the point of living?
Thinking about these messy questions, thinking that perhaps no one in the world could answer my questions, I had arrived at my destination.
When my parents saw me coming home so soon, they were excited and happy from the bottom of their hearts. After all, I was their only precious son.
However, not long after, after only two minutes, my father, who had always been in a smart state, realized that something was wrong. My mother only thought about my return and was still immersed in joy. After his father's ruckus, even his mother's mind cleared up.
I saw that the matter had been exposed in advance. I originally wanted to wait for the family to have a quiet meal before I explained it, but now it's going to be revealed in advance.
I lowered my head and sat opposite Dad. Mom was also concerned about me, so she didn't leave and sat down with me.
I spent half an hour adding oil and vinegar to it, trying to describe the matter as "clear" as possible so that my parents wouldn't misunderstand me.
Finally, after a series of earnest arguments, Mom forgave me. Dad was still the same old face. He stared at me doubtfully and didn't speak for a long time.
In the end, Dad shook his head and sighed. I didn't hear him clearly. He went to serve Mom the dishes. The family could finally have a quiet meal.
This was the only wish I had on my way home. I finally let out a long sigh of relief.
The next day, the same alarm woke me up from my dream.
But today, my mood is completely different from yesterday when I just came back.
When I went downstairs, I saw my mother busy making breakfast for me. She saw that I woke up earlier than usual and didn't ask her to wake me up. She suddenly joked,"After going to university for a few days, you've indeed changed!”
I smiled." Mom, I've grown up. When I grow up, I have to act like an adult, don't I?”
I saw my mother approach me with ill intentions and say,"Tell me honestly, is that girl pretty?”
I instinctively said,"Beautiful, very beautiful, simply-!"”Before I could finish, I realized that something was wrong. I fell into my mother's trap again.
"Sure enough, you have your father's tradition." You two are the same."
"Mom, you're framing your son. We're not what you think!"”
My mother said,"Then are you like that?"”
I feel that the misunderstandings depicted in those Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas and Korean and Japanese soap operas are sometimes quite real. I felt that the more I explained it to my mother, the more it would make things worse.
I was anxious." Mom, don't tell my dad. Otherwise, he'll really teach me a lesson!"”
When my mother heard me say this, she suddenly laughed out loud."I knew it. I saw you looking so miserable yesterday. So you were pretending to fool us!”
I said,"I really have nothing to do with that girl. Why don't you believe me?"”
My mom still wanted to say something, but I reminded her,"How's the egg you cooked? Don't spoil it. Hurry up and take a look.”
Sure enough, after hearing what I said, she didn't have much mood to make fun of me anymore. She turned around and went to make breakfast. As we walked, he told me,"Your dad went to school to arrange some work. He will probably come back later to accompany you to your school to explain."”
Why do I feel a little awkward when I hear my mother's words? I feel like I'm doing something bad outside and I'm asking them to clean up my mess.
After breakfast, Dad came back. After a few simple words, Mom watched Dad and I leave.
The same road, the same scenery, but different moods made it feel different.
A few hours later, I brought my dad to our school. When I first arrived, my dad looked at the scale of our school and sighed that he didn't send me to the wrong place.
After a simple introduction, the guard let us in.
Director Xiong was talking to my dad in the school's administrative office with a serious face. He talked about everything that had happened to me since I entered the school. I really didn't understand. There were some things that I couldn't even remember clearly. He was good. It was like he had experienced it himself. Not only that, he even used a DV or something to film it. Only by constantly reviewing it could he recite it like he did.
I kept silent. With my father around and the topic of conversation about my defeat, I didn't dare to say anything. I could only stand by the side and suffer the comments of Director Xiong. My dad was also blindly agreeing with him by saying "yes, yes, yes". Occasionally, he would stand on my side and say something on my behalf, such as," Children need to be taught and enlightened more."
In the end, the two of them shook hands with smiles on their faces, indicating that the matter had been properly resolved.
Just as we were about to leave, Director Xiong finally remembered that he was a senior manager of the school and said to me,"Luo Tianyu, I heard that you're a member of the school's basketball team, right? There's a basketball game in the second basketball court of the school. This is also the best opportunity for you to win glory for the school.”
I looked at Director Xiong with a questioning look. After a long time, I still felt that my actions were a little inappropriate, so I said,"Oh, thank you, Director Xiong. No, no, it's Director Jiang. Thank you!”He stared at me in confusion. Why did I call him Director Xiong? I ignored his gaze. He turned around and ran.
After sending dad off, I told him to stay here for two days. He insisted that school had just started and there were many things for him to deal with, so I didn't force him to stay.
I rushed to the school's second basketball court. As soon as I entered the door, I went to the "C City's First University 52, VSC City's First Vice University 60". After I finished watching, I heard the only girl in our basketball club say to the coach on the sidelines (the school's physical education teacher, Hong Baojun, a national second-class basketball player),"Coach, this eight-point gap has been maintained for a long time, and there has been no sign of catching up. Now there are less than five minutes left before the end of the game. If we don't close the score, we might lose.”
Coach Hong shook his head and said,""Our two strikers are being closely watched by the other side. The point guard can only successfully organize the attack on the outside line and never score a goal. The center striker Fan Xiong is also being defended by Liu Yuqiang, who is at the same level as him. Fan Tong, who was the only free player in the team, was speechless today. He scored one out of ten shots. This kind of offense was really difficult. No one knew who would step forward at the last critical moment and become the last straw of life for this new team.”
Now they are all watching the game on the field. No one noticed my arrival. Although there were not many people at the scene, there were still about 200 people shouting for our team. Perhaps these 200 people were really the hardcore FANS of the basketball club.
When I walked to Coach Hong's side, I heard the conversation between him and the only girl in our basketball club. Coach Hong had just told me who was the last hope for the new club, so I replied loudly,""I, I am your last life-saving straw!”
Hearing my loud shout, the students near us all looked at me. Coach Hong and the girl also turned their heads to look at me. Some of the students who were close to us recognized me and shouted,"Luo Tianyu, Hao Tianyu, do your best.”
Coach Hong's eyes were also shining. He said to me,""Hurry up, hurry up. Don't delay any longer. Let's talk about it after the competition.”
I said,"Yes, I promise to complete the task."”
" C City's Big One requests a time-out." The girls from the basketball club ran to the referee and called for a time-out. The atmosphere on the court quieted down. When the players from our club saw me, they pushed the atmosphere to a climax.
It only took me a minute to quickly change into my lucky number 7 jersey.
The stage. With the cheers of more than 200 cheerleaders, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak again.
"Come on, come on, we are the best!”The five of us surrounded each other and gave the opening encouragement!
Hello, fellow students! Today is the last day of the weekend. I would like to say that everyone has worked hard this week. I hope that everyone can calm down and have a cup of tea, eat some melon seeds, read some novels, and relax.
Lil Hao doesn't have too many expectations here. I don't want everyone to have too high an opinion of my work. I need your support at the lowest level, which is a flower and a collection. This is the least I can do. I believe that everyone who has read this novel has the ability to do so.
Haha! I hope that everyone can give me your lowest support and continue to encourage me. I will definitely be able to write this novel as perfectly as possible. I also guarantee that when you read this novel, you won't feel that your choice is wrong.
Finally, I wish all the novel lovers a happy work and everything goes well!
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