The street is still that street, the building is still that building, even the broken street lamps have not changed, Chen Hansheng stood in front of his house, he would like to gently knock on the door, the result is that the first time he lifted his hand is the “thud” sound, his mouth can not help but shout: “Mom, I'm home.”
“Creak.”
Inside the wooden door was opened first, a forty-something middle-aged woman appeared in Chen Hansheng line of sight, she opened the door while nonchalantly reprimanded: “What's all the noise, the whole building can hear your voice, so grown-ups, out of the house do not bring a key.”
“Still familiar formula, still familiar flavor ah.” Chen Hansheng thought in his heart.
The environment has a memory function, for example, the night of thunder, the Forbidden City watchman often see palace maidens walking on the painted red walls, it is said that this is because of the previous thunder, the magnetic field will be the previous picture memory down to store on the wall.
Chen Hansheng original mentality is still a little apprehensive, but mom Liang Meijuan this opening, “abruptly” a moment to pull him back to the memory of 17 years ago, get along with the mode is almost no change.
Against his mother's eye into the house, Chen Hansheng did not feel anything, but felt that the living room is too stuffy, he turned the sofa to find the remote control: “so hot do not know to turn on the air conditioning, where is my father?”
Liang Meijuan carried out the ice watermelon from the refrigerator while saying, “As soon as you come back, you know to turn on the air conditioner, your father is not yet off work.”
Seeing the iced watermelon, Chen Hansheng smiled, “My mom still loves me.”
“There's only one mouth left.”
Liang Meijuan looked at her son who was alive and well, she was actually quite satisfied in her heart, but her tone still pretended to be very strict: “Where is the admission notice?”
Chen Hansheng casually threw the envelope containing the admission notice on the dining table, “Here it is.”
“Dying!”
Liang Meijuan hurriedly picked it up and made sure that the envelope was not stained with watermelon juice before she hit Chen Hansheng with a spatula not too lightly, “Little brat, do you still want to go to college.”
Liang Meijuan carefully took out the admission notice, looking at the big red cover, “I hereby admit Chen Hansheng into the ‘public administration major’, please present this notice on September 1, 2002 to report to this school”, the sentence, even more eye-opening smile.
Although the expansion of domestic universities began in 1999, but the current influence is not so far-reaching, the value and fame of college students can still be maintained for a while.
Especially Liang Meijuan's mother's family children and nephews did not go to university, although the son is not very obedient, but in terms of learning is still very competitive for themselves.
Even though it's only a second degree, it's still possible to go to graduate school in the future.
Liang Meijuan heart is thinking, Chen Hansheng wolfed down half a watermelon, pat belly to go to the bathroom to take a shower, Liang Meijuan only then reacted: “Let the water boil for 10 minutes, otherwise it will catch cold.”
Now the home is still solar water heater, before taking a bath have to burn a while, Chen Hansheng do not listen, pick up the clothes and walk in: “Such a hot day, of course a cold shower is comfortable.”
“Brat!”
Liang Meijuan couldn't persuade her, she could only let Chen Hansheng, she turned her head again to scrutinize the acceptance letter, her heart suddenly had a sense of relief.
To support a child until he goes to college, no matter financially, or spiritually actually need to pay a lot.
“Four more years, Old Chen and I will be able to relax, and then we can help bring up our grandchildren, and we don't want anything else in this life.”
This is the small life that Liang Meijuan, a middle-aged woman in Hong Kong City, is looking forward to.
Chen Hansheng painfully take a cool shower, and then stared blankly at himself in the mirror, young, healthy and energetic, covering his eyes that is an 18-year-old face.
Let go of the eyes, can always find in it does not belong to the age of the depth.
Chen Hansheng suddenly stretched out his finger, poked heavily on the mirror and said, “Since I sent my old man back, then I definitely have to make something, although I won't be short of money for normal development, but how meaningless that would be!”
At this time, Chen Hansheng heard the sound of the iron door and the sound of voices talking in the living room, he collected his serious look, put on a loose home shirt and bottoms, walked out of the door with a big grin and called out, “Old Chen is back!”
In the living room stood an upright middle-aged old handsome man, Chen Hansheng looked six points similar to him.
This is Chen Han Sheng's father, Chen Zhaojun, but the two men's personalities can be said to be worlds apart.
Chen Shaojun said very little, Liang Meijuan often said that he “half a day can not hit a fart”, but this son is active thinking, do not care much about the rules.
Even when his only son greeted him, Chen Zhaojun only gave a faint “hmm”, but noticing that Chen Hansheng had just taken a shower, and there were still beads of water on his spine, Chen Zhaojun silently went over to the living room and turned up the air conditioning temperature.
Chen Hansheng has not yet had time to talk to the old man, Liang Meijuan took Chen Hansheng's change of pants, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from inside, and put it on the table with a “snap”: “OK, Chen Hansheng, sneakily learn to smoke?”
This is Chen Hansheng from the class teacher Lao Xu “seized” the red Jinling, just forgot to hide, the result was Liang Meijuan searched.
Chen Hansheng's expression didn't change much: “Old Xu stuffed it to me, he said that my performance in the college entrance examination was average, so he gave me a pack of cigarettes to comfort me.”
“Bullshit!”
Liang Meijuan didn't believe it at all: “How can a class teacher give cigarettes to a student? Chen Zhaojun, you still don't care about your son.”
Chen Zhaojun didn't want to get involved in this “war” between mother and son, and was planning to quietly walk into the bedroom, but Liang Meijuan wouldn't let him go.
Old Chen scanned the indifferent son, and angry wife, finally decided to stand on the side of his wife.
“It's too early to smoke, even considering the need for socializing, at least wait until you officially go to college, I'll just put this pack of cigarettes away for now.”
Chen Zhaojun said and put the cigarettes in his own pocket, Chen Hansheng thought to go around and around ultimately cheap old Chen, but he crossed back, hand without carrying something strange embarrassed.
Forget it, this pack of cigarettes as a gift!
Chen Hansheng thought generously, then the family began to eat, Liang Meijuan ate while discussing with Chen Zhaojun: “You remember to take a good vacation, then we will send Hansheng to college together.”
Chen Zhaojun nodded and Chen Hansheng shook his head.
“I'll just go report by myself, you guys do what you need to do.”
Liang Meijuan glared with her eyes, “It's a few hundred kilometers, and there's still a few thousand dollars for tuition.”
“I'll carry it with me.” Chen Hansheng said.
In the past, Chen Hansheng didn't let his parents send him to report, and even less now, but in 2002, going to college was basically a cash payment, and back then, he was in a nervous mood when he carried a few thousand dollars in his pocket on the bus.
“In addition.”
Chen Hansheng paused for a moment and said, “If it's not that our family's conditions are not suitable for applying for a student loan, and I don't care to get fake materials to take advantage of the country, I want to apply for a student loan.”
“Nonsense!”
Liang Meijuan put down her chopsticks and said, “Although our family is not rich, but for you to go to college is still no problem, you don't give my mother to play any moths, honestly learn some knowledge.”
Liang Meijuan still knows her own son very well, too many ideas are still out of control.
Chen Hansheng simply did not listen: “In short, I have thought about it, in addition to the first semester, in the future will not ask you for tuition and living expenses, I will find a way to earn money!”
“How dare you!”
Liang Meijuan raised her eyebrows.
“What don't you dare!”
Chen Hansheng replied with a strained neck.
“Chen Zhaojun, you do the evaluation!”
It was the same old rule, whenever there was a disagreement between mother and son, Old Chen had to be the referee, and this habit continued into the future.
Chen Zhaojun thought seriously and said slowly, “Han Sheng is a man, it's only right to have the idea of breaking into the world, but learning can't be left behind.”
Seeing Chen Zhaojun also support Chen Hansheng, Liang Meijuan was not happy: “How good this child was when he was a child, then you said that boys should cultivate independent character, cultivate tough quality, cultivate the sense of commitment, and always support him to accomplish some strange ideas, so cultivate to the end, the words of the old mother don't listen to it.”
However, the family democratic vote 2-1, considered formally approved Chen Hansheng “to report alone” and “working to earn money” proposal, Liang Meijuan evening rest still sullen.
Chen Zhaojun comforted his wife: “Han Sheng study may not be the best, but you pay attention to observe, his hands-on ability and emotional intelligence stronger than many of his peers, which will be reflected in the community, will be more obvious.”
In his previous life, Chen Hansheng started his own business just after graduating from university, and he lost many battles and battles and battles, and finally succeeded, the toughness and ability to socialize in this, in fact, has a lot to do with the old Chen's deliberate cultivation.
“Little brat, unconsciously are starting to understand things.”
Liang Meijuan murmured.
Old Chen laughed: “My family has a son who is beginning to grow up.”