leave this sad place

Chapter 151 Exam
The piercing bell sounded quickly, like a horn for death.

After turning off the alarm clock, Ouyang rubbed his misty eyes, smoothed his fluffy hair slightly with his hands, and sighed helplessly: "It's time to get up and study again."

It was early in the summer, and Ouyang opened the curtains.There is already morning light outside the window, and the soft golden world has a strange and soft taste, which makes people feel a little enchanted and warm when they look at it.

After washing, he glanced at the bread on the table.There was a cold smile on the corner of Ouyang's mouth, with a hint of sarcasm, he picked up the book on the other side and walked to the school without even looking at it.He no longer wants to go against his will and do something he doesn't like.

Do whatever he wants, be at ease, what he pursues is a kind of spiritual freedom.Although it was difficult to achieve, he didn't want to give up, and he didn't want to make his heart feel unhappy.

The nearest head teacher seems to have taken some wrong medicine. Every morning when class is about to start, he comes to the classroom early and sits on the podium like an evil spirit, watching over the students under the podium like a slave or prisoner.His gaze behind the mirror frame gave people a cold feeling, which made people uncomfortable.The students in the classroom seem to have returned to their childhood in kindergarten. One or two sat down to read and review seriously, not daring to move at all, for fear of attracting the favor of "evil gods" and getting an attention " Praise".

But no matter how vicious a person is, there are times when his heart is soft, let alone a class teacher who is not really vicious?Every morning he would bring breakfast to his son, who was too late to eat.Ouyang looked at all this carefully, and his heart was full of sighs, which made him think of himself again.There are too many things to think about, too many things to say, and he holds them all in his heart.

"Let's talk about it after high school is over." He comforted himself again, his eyes dimmed.

The monotonous study started again, but the room was full of people, but Ouyang still felt lonely.What else can he do besides reading and reviewing now?Looking for classmates to play and chat with?That will disturb others and affect their study.Besides, I don't have any close friends, not even a classmate who wants to talk to me.

He glanced bitterly at Sun Xiaohong who was not far away. This girl he once liked and the only old classmate for many years seemed to have become strange, like a passer-by who had no communication with him anymore.He was so indifferent that even the relationship with his classmates was not as good, thinking about it made Ouyang shudder uncontrollably, a chill in his heart for a while!

"It's better to study hard and meet the exam." He looked away, and the bitterness at the corner of his mouth fell into his heart, but it couldn't fall into other places or get rid of it.

But in learning, can he really be single-minded and have no distractions?He who doesn't really want to study, even he who has a slight dislike for learning, but who has to force himself to study hard, can he really do this?

He sighed helplessly, he could deceive others, but it was hard to deceive himself.Many things in the textbooks made him look evil, without the slightest interest, all he had to do was to let himself work hard to get into it.

But time is still passing by slowly, like a god, everything in the world has nothing to do with it!

When he went back at noon, seeing the sumptuous lunch on the dining table, Ouyang felt even more angry and worried.He sat silently, but said nothing more.

"What else can I do but accept it?" His gaze became a little dim. Didn't he grow up under her wings?Doesn't the current life depend entirely on her?What else can I say?

However, I still don't like it so much, for no reason, I feel a kind of disliked emotion from my heart.

"Are you guys going to take the exam soon?" She listened attentively with a casual look.Why doesn't she want to know clearly about his study?Although she doesn't really understand.

"Yeah." He glanced at her, his heart tightened slightly, and he felt a strange emotion.

"Then—how about the exam in a few days?" She asked, feeling a little nervous in her heart.

"There are still two or three days." He took a bite of his meal and didn't want to tell her the specific time, just like he didn't want others to know about his family's situation at school.It's not because he's afraid that adults will know about his performance in school, it's just that he doesn't want to communicate.However, he didn't even want to clear up the barriers that had been created, because his heart had already closed itself.

"Two days, or three days?" She put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked into his eyes, and asked seriously.

"Two days? Three days? Is it important?" He also looked at her. He has been here for so many years, and the difference in the time of this day made him feel a little sad at this moment.

She still looked at him silently, as if she couldn't find anything else to say.

"There are still three days." He sighed softly, after all, this was the first time she came back and asked about what she had studied.Although it is the study that I don't like, although it is the care that I don't like, but she is my mother after all!

"Oh." She took a bite of the dish, thinking about something on her mind, and looked a little absent-minded.

He also ate in silence, wanting to finish eating early and go back to school early.Although the classroom is not as quiet as I imagined, it doesn't make me feel depressed, and I don't feel that I have to be cautious and cautious even when I speak.

"Then you should study hard in the next two days." She thought for a while and said to him, but she felt that what she said was not very accurate.

"Oh." He gave her a slightly surprised look.Studying is his own business, he never wants them to ask about it, and she has never asked about it.

"When you come home from school, bring some books back to review." She reminded, looking a little worried.Because in the past two days, she has never seen Ouyang doing homework or reading at night.

"I know." He was a little impatient in his heart. There was nothing else in school these two days except reviewing, so she didn't need to remind him.

"Review carefully when you are in school." She asked again, feeling even more uneasy.

"I see." His tone was a little cold, and he felt that she was treating him like a child again, and she had to take care of everything.So he said bluntly, "That's my own business."

"Okay." Her face was a little unnatural, and she didn't know if he was telling the truth or just a temporary excuse.If he could really regard study as his own business, then she would be relieved; if it was just a quick excuse, her eyes were a little sad, and she felt that she didn't know much about his study.Although in terms of study, I am quite at ease with him, but how can I really be at ease?
"Well, I'll try my best. As for the result at that time—" His tone softened slightly, and he didn't know why he explained it to her like this.

"Just do your best." She comforted him. Although such words are a bit clichéd, they can still play a comforting role.

"Maybe." He took a deep breath, knowing that she was telling him not to worry, just take the exam well.But is it applicable to the college entrance examination one year later?Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, only looking at the results, only looking at the results, and only looking at the cruel and tragic competition, can it be said that all you have to do is work hard?Will she really accept her poor grades in the exam?
His heart trembled one after another. A comforting lie is nice to hear, but when the lie is exposed, it is extremely uncomfortable.There was a slight light in his eyes, and he really wanted to try to fail the exam on purpose, but he didn't dare, afraid of being sad.

"I'm going to school." He put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at the sky outside the window, feeling a little dim.

(End of this chapter)