Has the scumbag actor confessed?

After returning from Qingyun Mountain, Shen Xifeng found that Zhong Yi's learning attitude seemed to have changed.

When Shen Xifeng contributed his hair to a series of famous bald question banks such as 38 sets, 53, 600, 700, etc., Zhong Yi no longer hid in the corner with comic snacks to entertain himself——

Instead, he occupied another desk and accompanied him to study the questions together.

Although it is very considerate to have someone to accompany you on the bald road, it would be even better if the accompanying person can go bald together.

"When performing set intersection, union, and complement operations, what should you not forget?"

Zhong Yi quickly scanned his English multiple-choice questions, and asked Shen Xifeng without raising his head.

"Ah?" Shen Xifeng really didn't know when he peeked at his curly face again, and pulled out several hairs in a daze.

Shen Xifeng tried to answer the question: "Odd, odd becomes even and remains unchanged, symbols look at the quadrant?"

Zhong Yi's underlined pen stopped suddenly, turned his head and said solemnly: "I think you look like a quadrant!"

Whether Mr. Shen looks like a quadrant, he doesn't know, but he feels that Mr. Xueba is too murderous when he is brushing the questions, which is really not conducive to the healthy growth of his young mind.

In order to get along well with each other, Mr. Shen sincerely suggested: "Why don't you go outside and watch TV? Our TV can watch 3D movies, and the audio system is also top-notch HIFI. It's worth a try."

"Make an introduction of your home theater." Mr. Xueba threw another question expressionlessly.

"???"

Mr. Quadrant, who was digging his own grave, stopped breathing. Under the death gaze of Mr. Xueba, he began to stammer and babble out words.

"I, I, my home has savery good home theater, it's, it's very expensive, and, and big..."

Snapped--

A copy of "College Entrance Examination English Composition Sample" was thrown in front of Shen Xifeng, and Shen Xifeng was shocked by the book.

Mr. Xueba's voice sounded coolly again: "Recite an article every day, and I will check it at night."

Shen Xifeng, who had knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, silently put away the gift from the top student.

When I like to do these things, I am still brushing the questions uninterrupted, and its fluency is comparable to that of professional e-sports players.

Shen Xifeng really wondered, this person didn't take the college entrance examination, and he studied with him all day long, could it be for...

Relax?

"Oh," Shen Xifeng touched Zhong Yi's elbow: "Why are you starting to do the questions?"

Zhong Yi paused, then smiled, "Why don't you do it, have fun with the people."

Happy you big head ghost!

Shen Xifeng bit the barrel of the pen, and continued writing with tears in his eyes.

Like all senior high school students in the world, the two of the Shen family spent almost all their time in the study room except for eating and sleeping.

However, the more questions he did, the more uncertain Zhong Yi felt.

After studying the real questions for several days in a row, his scores were not up to the satisfactory standard.

In addition to misunderstandings, there may even be low-level mistakes such as clerical mistakes and missed answers.

Zhong Yi felt that something was wrong with him.

For the first time, he discovered that he was not a god, but an ordinary person with a mortal body. Under high pressure, he would get nervous, make mistakes, and collapse.

Unlike other people who still have parents to rely on, the college entrance examination is an opportunity for Zhong Yi to put all his eggs in one basket.

His pride and self-esteem will not allow him to fail.

And the success he longed for was to stand on the top of the pyramid of hundreds of thousands of candidates in the whole province-that kind of height cannot tolerate even a hair-like mistake.

Precocious children are mostly withdrawn, and they always solve problems by themselves.

Soon, Zhong Yi found a solution - cigarettes.

Zhong Minhua used to smoke occasionally at home.After Zhong Yi went to high school, sometimes he was very bored at home on weekends, so he would take a few puffs of his remaining cigarettes, and feel what the cloud and mist can bring to him.

When he found himself out of balance this time, this was the first thing he thought of.

The relief brought by nicotine effectively paralyzed his 16-year-old immature nerves, allowing him to continue walking without distraction.

But he was very careful not to let Shen Xifeng smell the slightest smell of smoke - he is a singer who relies on his voice for his livelihood, he knows this very well.

Shen Xifeng goes to the company every afternoon to rehearse new songs for two hours, and Zhong Yi takes advantage of this time to hide in the bathroom of the guest room to empty his mind and body.After it was over, he took a shower again, and waited for Shen Xifeng to go home in a refreshed body.

In fact, this is not an ulterior secret, but Zhong Yi subconsciously wants to maintain the appearance of a top student in front of Shen Xifeng and his mother.

He really cared about what this family thought of him, to the extent that he didn't even know how deep.

Shen's mother took care of these two children in every possible way, and everything in food and clothing was carefully selected.

Since Shen Xifeng made his debut, he traveled all over the world and didn't even stay at home during the Spring Festival. He spent more time at home in the past two months than in the past one or two years.

Mother Shen, who had been empty-nest for a long time, finally had a place to use her skills, and went into battle with all her strength.

She really likes Zhong Yi, this child is gentle and polite, and has helped Xi Feng so much, it is really lovable.

In addition, the child has no other valuables except his mobile phone.And most of the jumpsuits are new and not old. Which parent doesn't like good and simple children?

When Shen's mother is shopping for vegetables, she even prefers what she likes.

——Anyway, my son can't eat much, so it's better to let Zhong Yi eat more comfortably.

She also took advantage of the laundry time to slowly change the wardrobe she liked, put away the old ones that were too ugly to look at, and put on the new clothes she bought for him.

Shen's mother's vision was cultivated by her son who was in the entertainment industry, and most of the things she bought were low-key models, no matter how expensive they were, at least they couldn't see the logo on the surface.

Zhong Yi didn't care much about these at first, and thought the style was quite cheap, so after thanking Mama Shen, she put it on without any burden.

But being a mother is probably a bit of a bad taste. There are two children in the family, so I like to play with clothes.

Shen's mother always bought them the same style in different colors, or the same color but different styles to match.

The two boys were all focused on their studies, and they didn't find anything wrong at all.

It's just that the aunt at home is suffering. She often holds two similar clothes and doesn't know how to divide them. The error rate is rising steadily.

The two weeks quickly slipped away in the dark.

In the blink of an eye, it was Wednesday again, and it was time for Shen Xifeng to set off for Nanjing to record the third episode of "Listening".

In the second period, he sang his own original song, and the ranking was much better than that of the first period, escaping from the bottom three.

Everyone in the company was satisfied with the change of strategy and asked him to make persistent efforts in the third game.

Before Shen Xifeng left, he took a second look at Zhong Yi. For some reason, he lost his mind and insisted on asking Zhong Yi to take him to the airport, but he was kicked away by the other party.

Since kicking for the first time, Zhong Yi seemed to like this simple and rude way, and his strikes became more and more frequent and ruthless.

Shen Xifeng rubbed the sore spot with tears in his eyes, thinking that the official account is not deceiving me: there are only zero and countless times of domestic violence!

He also wanted to have a parting hug, but in the end he was scared off by Zhong Yi's eyes.

Just when he turned around resentfully and was about to leave, Zhong Yi suddenly asked: "Are you coming back after recording the show?"

"Huh?" Shen Xifeng was still immersed in the melancholy of parting, "No, this time I have to go to Zhejiang for a "Night Hunting" meeting, and I probably won't be back until Sunday. That's why I..."

"Is that so." Zhong Yi drooped his eyelids, then raised his head quickly, "Then I'll go home tomorrow. Call me when you come back."

Zhong Yi is a restrained and calm person, happy and angry, but he moves the corners of his lips, the former rises up, and the latter twitches into a straight line.

But Shen Xifeng knew that when this kid was disappointed and frustrated—for example, he didn't buy the custard apples that were as delicious as the day before, or he didn't meet the neighbor's big golden retriever while walking, the corners of his lips would droop.

But at this time, the corners of Zhong Yi's lips were already unbelievably collapsed.

With such a small appearance, Shen Xifeng almost had angina pectoris!

He suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and his chest jumped violently, but he still restrained himself from saying anything, and only smiled and nodded to Zhong Yi.

On the second day after Shen Xifeng left, Zhong Yi simply packed up and left Shen's house with his bag on his back.

An hour later, he got on the bus bound for the county seat.

From Ningzhou to Heyi County, the journey of more than 300 kilometers takes only more than two hours by high-speed highway, but 16 years ago, this trip would have taken at least half a day.

When Zhong Yi was still a baby, his parents took him to run on this road.

According to my mother, it was still a winding mountain road at that time.

The long-distance bus in the 90s did not have air-conditioning, and the shock absorbers were mostly in disrepair. Sitting down for hours always gave her a splitting headache.

But she persisted and never missed a trip during the holidays.

After turning over the mountain, we arrived at the bus station in the county seat.

In Zhong Yi's memory, the bus station was a low building with a sky-blue canopy, far from the grand buildings of today.

In my memory, when they walked out of the bus station, there would be a long row of small tricycles outside that would warmly greet soliciting customers.

Among them, there must be a three-wheeled red car with peeling red paint and missing the left rearview mirror waiting for them.

Sitting on that tricycle is Zhong Yi's grandfather.

"Ouch, our little Yangma is visiting grandpa again!"

The characteristic of mixed race in childhood is much more obvious than it is now. With white skin, tall nose and big eyes, when he appeared in the county town, he could be chased and watched by the villagers.

"This is the eldest grandson of the Zhong family! A little foreign horse born to a foreign woman!"

"Oh, look at this skin is so white and tender, just like tofu."

"Little Yangma, can you speak Chinese? Can you understand your mother's chatter?"

Unlike the children in the county with long noses and big, dirty clothes, Zhong Yi was always clean.

Zhong Yi's clothes and pants fit well and are beautiful, like a little model who just walked out of a department store window.

It's a pity that such a beauty and exquisiteness will only bring him endless troubles.

"Go, go!"

At this time, grandpa would always take a broom and drive away the crowd like ducks.

Then grandpa turned around and took Xiao Zhongyi's hand, and asked him with a smile if he wanted roasted sweet potatoes or rice balls made with wine.

"Aren't I Chinese?" Xiao Zhongyi, who was five or six years old, almost took up a quarter of her face with eyes that were glistening with tears. Anyone who looked at it felt distressed for a long time.

"Why not?" Grandpa glared exaggeratedly, picked up Zhong Yi, pointed at the tip of his nose and said, "The Chinese food you eat, the Chinese you speak, you are an authentic Chinese."

"Then why do they say I'm not?"

"They? They can't even figure out how much three catties, two or two big cabbages cost. What do they know! We are not only Chinese, but also very smart Chinese!"

"Yiyi, let's go into the house to drink and make meatballs." Grandma came out of the house, and called out to the grandpa and grandson, "Oh, you old man, why are you trying to get us with stubble, put it down, put it down! "

Grandma's wine glutinous rice balls are very fragrant and sweet, even my mother said they are delicious.

My mother also learned how to cook from my grandma. Unfortunately, my mother is good at everything, but not good at cooking.

"The terminal is here. Passengers, please bring your luggage and get off in order."

As the radio sounded, Zhong Yi's thoughts were pulled back.

The long-distance bus station in front of me is still the same as when I came last month, with a bright outline, but the inside is still dirty and messy.

Zhong Yi left the station, found a black car on the side of the dusty main road, and continued to go deep into the county.

Zhongjia Town is located in the southwest of the county, next to Langyue Mountain, it is a hundred-year-old town.The town can be traced back to the Ming Dynasty at the earliest. It is said that after a certain general surnamed Zhong retired, he moved south with his family.

The place is well chosen, the soil is fertile and the water is sweet, it is the most suitable for planting fruit trees.

Most of the people in the town have never been out of Ningzhou in their entire lives, and they live their lives safely guarding the orchard.

More than 20 years ago, the first college student was born in Zhongjia Town. The whole town set up a floating mat for three days and three nights, and sent him to the train station with drums and gongs.

That student also lived up to expectations, he was admitted to the Civil Aviation University, and became a pilot four years later; within two years, he married a foreign wife and gave birth to a foreign boy.

The first time he brought his wife and son back to the town, it caused a sensation in the whole town. They almost tore down the wall of Zhong Laoer's house.

Everyone said that Zhong's second child was the result of hard work, one daughter and one son, the older one was filial, the younger one was competitive, and he would have inexhaustible blessings in the future.

"Young son, I'll drive here, and I won't be able to get in if the road is too narrow."

The driver of the black car turned around from the front row to discuss with Zhong Yi, Zhong Yi thanked him, and got out of the car after paying the fare.

The roads in the town are actually not too narrow, but the stone slabs paved on the ground have been grown for a long time, and the uneven arches are not suitable for motor vehicles.

But when the spring rains come, the small puddles formed by the depressions become children's playgrounds.

In Zhong Yi’s childhood memory, whenever it rains lightly, the children in the town always love to come out to play in the rain, catching frogs and stepping on puddles;

Or use a homemade bamboo tube water gun to fight and chase, and the loud laughter adds a bit of vitality to the small town in the drizzle.

It's a pity that Zhong Yi's obsession with cleanliness is innate. When he was less than half a person tall, he didn't bother to play childish games like treading puddles.

At most, you can hold a small umbrella and stand under the eaves with a cold expression.

"Yiyi, don't you want to play with your friends?"

Grandma walked to Zhong Yi's side, bent down and patted his head and asked.

Grandma always likes to pin a white orchid on the lapel of her clothes. You don't need to look up, as long as you smell the faint fragrance, you will know that it is grandma.

Zhong Yi didn't reply, just shook his head, but kept his eyes fixed on those giggling children.

The water from the eaves dripped on Zhongyi's small umbrella, splashing small splashes.

Grandma looked at Zhong Yi who was standing upright, and smiled: "Oh, that means to watch the rain here, grandma will watch it with you."

So grandma took a small bench and sat beside Zhong Yi, peeling the peas one by one.

After a while, the fresh aroma of beans diffused in the air, Zhong Yi's gaze was drawn back, and fell on those green jade beads.

The peas peeled by grandma are very unusual. She first cut open one side of the pea pod and carefully took out the beans; The little pea boat is ready.

Zhong Yi stared intently at those pea boats, his eyes lit up with love.

Grandma held two boats in the palm of her hand and handed them to Zhong Yi, "Yiyi will help grandma put the boats into the river."

Zhong Yi pursed her lips, nodded solemnly, carefully took the pea boat, and put it into the small ditch under the eaves.

"Let's sail, let's sail!"

The children playing around swarmed over, squatting down one by one, stretching out their heads to watch carefully how the boat drifted away along the ditch.

A curious child wanted to reach for the boat, but was stopped by Zhong Yi's eyes: "Don't move, this is the boat going to the sea."

"The sea? Is it a place with a lot of water? Have you ever been to the sea?"

Zhong Yi nodded reservedly.

"What's in the sea? Are there any big fish?"

"How big is the boat in the sea? Is it bigger than my house?"

The children have long been very curious about the little wild horse that their parents said, and finally found a chance to talk to him, and the chatterbox couldn't be closed once it was opened.

Grandma sat behind them with a smile, releasing pea boats one after another.

Many years have passed, Zhong Yi still remembers every detail of that day.

On that afternoon of lightly swinging willow branches, on the misty long street of the small town, a certain misfit child made friends for the first time in his life under the guidance of his grandmother.

The town hasn't changed much over the years.

Walk south from the town entrance, and when you see a small yard with three apricot trees, you will walk to your grandparents' house.

Zhong Yi pushed open the courtyard door, and smiled brightly at the old man sitting under the eaves basking in the sun, "Grandma, I'm back."

The people in the house heard the movement, looked at the window, immediately put down what they were doing, walked out of the house, and looked at Zhong Yi in disbelief.

"...Xiaoyi? What's the matter with you, today is not the weekend, don't you have to go to school?"

Zhong Yi was leaning over to straighten grandma's clothes, when she heard this, she raised her head and said hello to that person: "Hello, aunt. The school is on holiday before the college entrance examination, so I'll come back to see grandma."

The woman nodded her head "oh oh", and hurriedly turned to let Zhong Yi enter the room: "Look, you didn't say a word, you came here at the time of lunch, and there isn't much good food at home..."

"I'm not hungry..." Before Zhong Yi finished speaking, he was interrupted by his aunt.

"Every time you come back, you have to lose a lot of weight. I don't know that one day at school..." The aunt looked Zhong Yi up and down, and finally shook her head slightly, "You go in and sit for a while, I'll go to town I'll buy you some braised goose."

Watching her aunt out of the courtyard, Zhong Yi turned around and looked at grandma carefully.

Grandma is very old, her face is full of wrinkles, like a wrinkled orange peel in autumn, she is staring fixedly at a certain place in the courtyard, oblivious to the fact that there are more people around her.

The sunshine in April was very good, and the hand that put grandma on her knee was warm, and Zhong Yi gently caressed every crease on that hand, talking softly to grandma.

"Qing Niang, would you like to sit and bask in the sun with you?"

Zhong Yihui doesn't speak a few words in his native dialect, and the way he speaks it is very unfamiliar.

It is this "Qing Niang" who has been learning from the children in the town for a long time. The first time he yelled, it made grandma smile and bend her eyebrows.

But now grandma never smiles again.

Two years ago, Zhong Yi checked a large amount of literature, and the cause of Alzheimer's disease was unknown and incurable.

On the tail of late spring, the coldness of spring has faded away, the dryness and heat are still far away, the gentle breeze is slightly smoked, and the birds are singing melodiously. It is the best season in the south of the Yangtze River.

The apricot blossoms in the yard are blooming luxuriantly, covering the branches like clouds and snow, and the flowers fall in the wind, like a rain of petals.

Zhong Yi raised her hand and brushed away the petals that fell on grandma's head, and sighed in a low voice:

"I really want to eat the longevity noodles made by Qingniang."