Xuezhu gradually got used to water-based pens.

Because she insisted on practicing calligraphy every day, her handwriting gradually became better.

But if she wants to catch up with Meng Yuning, she is still far from it.

Whether it is words or height.

Meng Yuning has grown very fast recently. He is like pulling radishes, and he pulls up a little in a month.

Snow bamboo was hit.

Pei Lianyi comforted her: "Oh, your Uncle Meng is more than 1.8 meters tall. Brother Ningning inherited that he must have grown taller, there is nothing we can do about it."

Xue Zhu looked at Pei Lianyi resentfully and asked him: "Why are you not 1.8 meters tall, dad?"

Pei Lianyi was embarrassed and could only say: "When you were a child, your grandparents didn't have money to buy food for your father. You can't blame him for this."

"That Yingying's father is also 1.8 meters tall, but my father is not 1.8 meters tall," Xuezhu suddenly turned her mouth and almost cried, "Why is it only my father so short?"

A few seconds later.

"Wow--"

Xuezhu started crying.

Pei Lianyi scratched his face. The first time he felt inferior because he had not grown to 1.8 meters tall, and it was in front of his daughter.

Seeing his daughter crying so wronged, he even felt that he was not a qualified father.

Because he was not 1.8 meters tall, he was shamed for his daughter.

So one day when I was drinking and watching the stars with Lao Meng next door, Pei Lianyi asked Lao Meng: "When you were young, you didn't eat rice, why can you grow to 1.8 meters?"

Lao Meng didn't understand, so: "What's the matter?"

Pei Lianyi felt that he was drunk and said nothing, changing the topic: "What have you been busy with recently? I asked Ningning, and he said you only come back in the early morning every day."

"Who earns money to support him in studying if I am not busy?" Lao Meng said.

"Ningning is going to take the high school entrance examination this year, so you can take some time to tutor his homework."

Lao Meng smiled self-deprecatingly and asked back, "I'll tutor him? Then he won't even pass the high school exam. You two have a higher level of education than me. If he has something he can't do, he can help him."

"Your son is very smart. Before my wife and I finished reading some questions, he came up with a solution to the problem by himself."

Hearing the neighbors praise his son, Lao Meng finally showed a smile on his tough face.

"He studies well, so I don't have to spend money to help him hire a teacher."

"Tutorialization is second-hand, mainly to spend more time with him, and the pressure on the high school entrance examination is also quite high."

"If his grandfather was still alive, he would probably be with him. As long as he was related to studying, he would be very excited." Lao Meng said suddenly.

Pei Lianyi hesitated for a long time, and the drunkenness pushed the curiosity in his heart to his throat, and asked carefully: "Well, why did you never hear him talk about you when Grandpa Ningning was still alive?"

This area is a teaching and staff community, next to key high schools, and most of the people living in retirement are retired teachers. Mr. Meng and Grandpa Xuezhu are colleagues, but Grandpa Xuezhu moved to the countryside with his wife after retirement. It is convenient for Xuezhu to take the high school entrance exam in the future. So a few years ago, Lao Pei moved here with his wife.

When Pei Lianyi moved in with his wife and daughter, Mr. Meng lived alone. If the old man hadn't passed away a few years ago, he wouldn't even know that the old man had a descendant.

"I guess he doesn't think he doesn't have my son," said Lao Meng lightly. "I didn't want to study at that time. The old man asked me to go to high school. I refused to listen to him. He was so angry that he broke up his relationship with me. I was also stubborn at that time. After packing my luggage, I ran away from home and went to another place."

"Then what?"

"I worked odd jobs in those few months, and I could support myself. I endured a lot of hardships, but I was reluctant to bow my head. Later, the old man came to see me and stuffed me some money. At least I went to a technical secondary school and I would support myself in society in the future. After giving the money, he left. What I thought at the time was that I would never go back to see him if I didn't make a name for myself. As a result, he left. I hadn't made a name for myself to prove myself yet," Lao Meng suddenly smiled bitterly and sighed. "It was still the neighborhood committee who called me and said that the old man had left me a house."

Compared to renting a house in another place, Lao Meng chose to take his son back to his hometown.

It is embarrassing to tell others about these things, so Lao Meng rarely mentions them.

Perhaps the cool breeze on the rooftop finally blew a little apart his depression, or perhaps it was because of the past few years that Lao Meng felt that the neighbor around him was a friend who could occasionally talk to him, not a friend who was drunk and meat.

"I would have loved my dad," Lao Meng said softly, "Ning Ning didn't kiss me, and I was too lazy to come to him to find it uncomfortable. You ask me to spend more time with him, but maybe he might be more comfortable when I'm not at home."

It is difficult for honest officials to make a decision on family matters, so Pei Lianyi is not convenient for him to interrupt.

The old man has passed away for several years, and it doesn’t make any sense to recall him anymore.

I don’t know how to cherish it when I am alive, and it’s too late to feel the thousands of guilt after parting.

After drinking, the two men returned to their respective homes.

Pei Lianyi was sitting on the sofa in the living room sobering up. Perhaps because he thought it was too stupid to sit there, he lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Song Yanping had just come out after taking a shower, and when she came out, she smelled a big smell of smoke. She stood angrily by the sofa, crossing her waist and teaching her husband a lesson: "Don't you let you smoke outside? Do you want Xiaozhu to smoke second-hand smoke?"

Pei Lianyi came back to his senses and quickly put out half of the cigarettes, and suddenly said, "I will call my mother to bring two old black chickens from the countryside tomorrow. You make soup for Ningning and Xiaozhu to drink."

Song Yanping asked: "Why did you suddenly remember that your mother brought black chickens from the countryside?"

"No, I just suddenly felt that Ningning is the child..." Pei Lianyi paused and said, "It's about to take the high school entrance examination. I should eat more nutritious things to supplement it."

***

Meng Yuning couldn't sleep well.

When the door was gently opened, his whole body shook alertly.

But when I saw the light slipping in from the living room, Meng Yuning knew it was his father.

How could a thief dare to turn on the light?

Sure enough, Meng Yuning smelled a strong smell of alcohol. This smell was taken care of by him as if he was the identity card of his father.

He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief without hesitation.

The bed sank slightly, Meng Yuning turned his back to his father sitting on the bed, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Are you asleep?"

He tried his best to lower his voice and asked his son.

Meng Yuning did not answer and told his father that he was asleep in silence.

With his eyes closed, he couldn't count the time. Just when Meng Yuningdu was drowsy, he covered his head with a thick and warm big hand.

My father's slight sigh accompanied by the smell of alcohol blowing to the tip of his nose.

After tucking the quilt for him, Lao Meng got up and went out.

After the room returned to darkness, Meng Yuning dared to open his eyes.

He stroked his head in a daze.

The extremely restrained boy finally bent his lips and fell asleep again.

I slept very well this time.

***

The day for Meng Yuning's high school entrance examination has finally come.

Like him, He Zhengyue and Zhong Zihan are also facing important exams in life.

Only the only one who is idle is Xuezhu.

Not only did she be idle, she also had a holiday, and she was idle.

The reason is that the First Primary School was set up as a test site by the Education Bureau.

The day before the holiday, the teacher arranged cleaning tasks for everyone.

Although they were very grateful to their brothers and sisters for borrowing their school exams to allow them to have a holiday, they had to clean up before the holiday and had to move their desks. They were not particularly grateful to these junior high school students.

Today is Friday again, with only two classes in the afternoon and the get out of class ends before 4 o'clock. Before dinner time, there is plenty of time to play, so Friday afternoon can be said to be the happiest moment for primary school students during the non-winter and summer vacation.

Xuezhu took a wet rag, moved a chair and placed it in the corridor, and stepped on it to wipe the glass.

Zhu Qingying and her team were rubbing the inside.

The two little girls pissed at the glass and played the game you drew and guessed with each other.

"Xiaozhu, where is your brother's exam in? Will he be in our school?"

Zhu Qingying suddenly asked her.

Xuezhu said: "Brother Zihan is taking the exam at this school, but Brother Ningning doesn't know."

She heard from Brother Zihan’s news about her mother. She heard from Uncle Cen. She hadn’t seen Brother Ningning for almost two weeks, and hadn’t seen Uncle Meng for two weeks, so she had no way to inquire.

Brother Ningning has been reviewing until late every day recently. My parents are afraid that she will disturb me and my brother will review, so they always deliver meals to the opposite side every day.

She suddenly had some idea and ran back to the classroom happily. After a while, she came out with a mysterious smile on her face.

Zhu Qingying didn't say anything when she asked her, so she had to continue the topic just now.

"Then do you think they can get into the first year of the year?"

No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in their city. Children don’t know what the best way is. They just listen to adults often saying that my child will burn incense if he can get into No. 1 Middle School, so they should be proud of being admitted to No. 1 Middle School.

"It's certainly possible. Brother Zihan works so hard and has to attend classes on holidays. He will definitely pass the exam," Xuezhu said firmly. "I also see Brother Ningning do the test paper. I can't even understand the questions above, but he finished it soon."

Especially for math test papers, graphic questions are particularly difficult. You can draw several triangles or messy shapes in a circle, and you have to draw auxiliary lines to know how to do it. There are also X and Y. Mathematics and English are mixed together, and it looks so advanced.

Zhu Qingying: "We are only in the third grade, so of course we can't understand the test papers for the third grade of junior high school."
To be continued...