Little Joy: I am Fang Yifan
27 Fair and square, overtaking at the bend

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"It's cruel, isn't it? I've been in mourning for a long time.”

"Until one day, I discovered something even more depressing.”

Fang Yifan asked gently with a faint smile on his face.

No one answered him, and no one made a fuss.

The students waited quietly, waiting for Fang Yifan to solve the confusion and doubts in their hearts.

"Can you accurately tell me your parents 'ages and birthdays? And the other way around?"

As soon as he said this, some of the students were puzzled, while others revealed ashamed expressions.

"Those who don't remember don't feel ashamed, because the one on the stage wasn't clear not long ago.”

Fang Yifan said in a teasing tone, which instantly eased the tense atmosphere. Many students laughed out loud.

On the grandstand, Tong Wenjie slapped Fang Yuan's arm and said angrily,"

"Fang Yuan, listen. Your son is so filial. He can't even remember our age and birthday.”

"I knew it. This is an ingrate.”

"No matter how good you are to him, it's useless.”

"When we're really old, we might just throw them into a nursing home and leave them alone.”

"Wife, calm down, calm down. Don't be so shocked. The child is obviously making a remark.”

Fang Yuan was much calmer than Tong Wenjie. She held her wife's hand and was very stable.

On the three-foot stage, Fang Yifan placed one arm on the stage and tilted his shoulder. He said softly,

"One morning not long ago, I woke up to pee and was about to go back to sleep.”

These words were so vulgar that many students could not help but smile.

"It wasn't dawn yet, so the kitchen light was on. My mom was preparing breakfast.”

"I was a little hungry, so I went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat.”

"I stood behind her and found a few white hairs in her hair.”

"At that time, I thought, how old is my mom? She already has white hair?”

"How big? I froze there and thought for a long time. I didn't know. I didn't remember anything.”

"As far as I can remember, she and my dad don't have birthdays.”

"I don't know my mother's age, nor do I know my father's.”

"But every year on my birthday, there's always a cake and a gift.”

"I always thought that they were very young. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that they weren't.”

"I'm growing up, and they're getting old.”

"I'm 18 this year, my dad is 45, and my mom is 42.”

What Fang Yifan said was not something profound. It was something that was happening in everyone.

When he said that, he was thinking about his parents from his previous life. He no longer had the chance to tell them these words.

The voices of the parents reprimanding Fang Yifan on the grandstand gradually quieted down.

They began to feel that the child on the stage was not simple.

"From that day on, I began to understand and observe them from a different perspective.”

"At their age, they seem to have realized that old age is unstoppable.”

"Old age means that they won't be able to take care of us, and they won't be able to shelter us from the wind and rain.”

"They are ordinary people with no connections or power. The college entrance examination is the best shelter they can think of.”

"A good university means that the minimum standard of living is not too low.”

"A good university means that the people around you are outstanding enough.”

"A good university means that there will be a very high upper limit, even breaking through the restrictions of class.”

"When they are helpless and truly old, a good university will become the last thing their children can rely on.”

"Let them survive and live well in this cruel society.”

"Our family is just an ordinary working-class family. We're not very rich, but we have everything we should have.”

"They didn't give birth to me at the end, but they gave me the best they could.”

"They considered everything for me, from birth until they grew old.”

"Actually, I didn't do anything for them. I didn't even care about their age or birthday.”

" I don't know what I'm capable of. When they're doing their best to live, they still have to shelter me from the wind and rain, plan everything, and do their best to block all the dark things in the cruel society.”

"I've never done anything to make them proud, and they still treat me like a treasure.”

"Even if I was last, they never thought of giving up on me.”

"Sometimes, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep up with their aging pace.”

"I'm afraid that when they need me to take care of them, I'll only panic and be powerless.”

"There are some things that you can see from a different perspective.”

Fang Yifan paused and crossed the field. He looked at the tall buildings outside the school and said calmly,

"The college entrance examination can't change our destiny. Only we can change our destiny.”

"Changing your fate doesn't mean that you have to be rich or have a high social status.”

" It's because when your parents grew old and misfortune befell you, you already had a strong enough arm to become their support.”

Fang Yifan exhaled heavily and smiled. Looking at the student formation below, he said with a relaxed smile,

"I don't seem to have any talent for cultural studies. I can't compare to you guys.”

"I'll turn into an arts examinee and overtake at a bend.”

"I hope I can still stand here and give a speech a year later.”

"I didn't make a decision on my own. I became a student representative and was invited by the school openly.”

"I'm Fang Yifan, the last place in the third year of Spring Breeze Middle School.”

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