Chapter 2: Vision

The countdown to the college entrance examination, ten days.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Guilan High School, dormitory 601.In the dark dormitory, the faint light of the mobile phone printed Xiang Mingchu's face, and he was talking to Lao Wang on QQ.

Lao Wang is a netizen he knows. According to Lao Wang, he entered the wrong QQ account and added it to Xiang Mingchu. However, when Xiang Mingchu was idle, he started chatting and became familiar with it after a while.

Don't sleep so late?Lao Wang returned.

Can't sleep.

Don’t you want to take the college entrance examination?Focus on reviewing.

Just as he was chatting, a beam of flashlight shone into the dormitory. Xiang Mingchu knew that this was the daily patrol of the dormitory aunt, but he didn't care, because his bed was in the corner of the dormitory, and the bedside was a locker. He would open the cabinet door every night to cover him.

As she looked at Xiang Mingchu, she felt something was wrong. Why did the aunt's flashlight still keep shining?

He looked back and saw that the cabinet door was covered by the wind at some point. He looked like he was holding his cell phone and was clearly visible under his aunt's flashlight.

He silently sent a message to Mingchu to say goodbye to Lao Wang, then turned off his screen and closed his eyes, with only one thought in his mind.

It's over...

So you suspended school for a week.Zhuang Mei sighed deeply, and she was suspended for one week before the college entrance examination.

Xiang Mingchu scratched his head embarrassedly.

This is the punishment for the school. I was caught playing with my phone. I was warned for the first time, and I was suspended for one week for the second time, and I got out of here for the third time.

This is his second time being caught, and probably the last time, because after the punishment is over, he will go back to school and stay for two days before the college entrance examination.

On the way home from school, Xiang Mingchu was thinking about how to tell Zhuang Mei about this.But now Zhuang Mei was not angry after hearing this, and just asked: Have you had dinner?

Have eaten it and eaten it.I ate at school before coming back.Nodding to Mingchu like pounding garlic.

That's good.Zhuang Mei looked at the time and it was half past seven.She sat on the sofa and did not look at Mingchu anymore.

Xiang Mingchu glanced at Zhuang Mei and asked carefully: Mom, why are your reactions so plain...?

Otherwise?I can still beat you like before.

Zhuang Mei said angrily, since she has returned home, she will review it this week.I will supervise you at any time as per the school schedule, have you heard?

He nodded violently to Mingchu, and then reacted: At any time?

Zhuang Mei looked at her phone and looked at her eyes: I have already agreed with the store that I will be at home for the next week.

this……

She glanced at Xiang Mingchu gently: Why, Mom personally accompanied you to review, what do you have any other opinions?

No, Sister Mei is willing to supervise it personally, and she is extremely honored.Xiang Mingchu made a gratitude expression.

You have to call your mother at home.Zhuang Mei snorted coldly.

Xiang Mingchu noticed a subtle curve on the corner of Zhuang Mei's mouth, and I guess what he said just now was still very helpful.

He suddenly felt that this suspension of school was not a bad thing.

Since his senior year, he can only go home for one day every week.

Now I can stay with Zhuang Mei for a long time, and I feel a sense of excitement in my heart as I think about it.

Um

Zhuang Mei stretched her waist lazily and made a long nasal sound.

Her work shirt during the day had not been changed, and her clothes were tight at this moment, outlining the perfect curves, and her chest was full and about to burst out.

Xiang Mingchu was worried that those buttons would not be able to bear the cracking, but unfortunately the quality of the clothes was very good and failed to fulfill their wishes.

What do the child look at? Go back to the room to review.Zhuang Mei waved her hand.

Who is a child? I am 18 years old in one month, and I am half an adult!

Adults who don’t even have complete hair.Zhuang Mei snorted.

This may be... Xiang Mingchu's tone gradually weakened, and he felt a little inexplicably excited about Zhuang Mei's words.

Zhuang Mei curled her lips: You fell out of me, I don’t know what you have?

After three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration.

Zhuang Mei laughed and ignored him.

By the way, birthday is coming soon.Mom, do I have any gifts?Asked Mingchu.

Speaking of which, Zhuang Mei’s birthday is only fifteen days apart from him.

Zhuang Mei is on June 17th, and he is on July 2nd.

But in previous birthdays, Zhuang Mei never gave him a gift.

According to Zhuang Mei, the child’s birthday is the most painful day for the mother, and it should be the child who helps the mother celebrate the holiday.

Xiang Mingchu made greeting cards to Zhuang Mei when he was in elementary school. After junior high school, Xiang Mingchu even felt embarrassed to send greeting cards, so he didn't give them.

Birthday...you have the nerve to mention this.Zhuang Mei is trying to beat her up, your mother’s birthday is coming soon, what gift you have prepared? Is it news that you have suspended for a week?

Xiang was speechless in the first year of Mingchu, so he could only say a word: I don’t know why I suddenly wanted to study, mom, I went back to my room to review.

Go! Go! Go.Zhuang Mei waved her hand and sent him away.

Back in the bedroom, closed the door, and Xiang Mingchu sat at the table to put out the information.Start reviewing cultural subjects.

Art students are divided into two college entrance examinations. The first is the art unified examination at the end of the first semester of the third year of high school, taking subjects such as sketching and color.

During the unified examination, Xiang Mingchu's examination room was in a university classroom, with a group of people huddled together, stuffy and hot, like dumplings placed in a pan.

Xiang Mingchu was paying attention to the drawing boards of the people around him, and at the same time he was very careful to protect his drawing boards.

Because their studio teacher once gave an example, a painting that a classmate worked hard to complete was thrown on a pool of paint by a passing person who fell down at the end of the exam, and collapsed on the spot, and finally had to repeat the exam for one year.

Xiang Mingchu didn't want such a thing to happen to him.

The second time is the cultural college entrance examination ten days later.

Art students and cultural students took the exam together, and the exam content was the same, with a total score of 750 points.

However, the difference between art students is that their total college entrance examination scores are comprehensive scores, that is, the scores of the two major exams are added proportionally, and the total cultural score × 50% art unified examination score × 75 × 50% comprehensive score.

Xiang Xiang’s art scores in the unified examination in the early Ming Dynasty were pretty good. As long as he passed the cultural score this time, it is very likely that he would go to a first-class or even a key university.

However, compared with art, his cultural studies are really inferior.

Xiang Mingchu was reading the book hard, but after a while, he felt the words on the book start to twist, as if dancing on paper until his eyes were covered.

He just felt very sleepy and his head was hanging down. In the teacher's words, he was fishing.

After fishing for two minutes, Zhuang Mei opened the door.Seeing that Xiang Mingchu was sleepy, she quietly walked in, leaned into Xiang Mingchu's ear, and whispered: get out of class is over.

Xiang Mingchu sat upright all of a sudden and subconsciously began to pack up his things.After a while, I realized that I was not in the classroom at all.When he turned around, Zhuang Mei was looking at him with a smile.

Mom, I was too tired to review at school today... Xiang Mingchu said the reason why he didn't believe it.

Yes, that's too hard.Zhuang Mei smiled slightly, come on, mom, help you massage and relax.

Zhuang Mei put her hand on Xiang Mingchu's head and started massage.Just as he was secretly telling Mingchu that there was such a good thing, Zhuang Mei drilled hard on both sides of his forehead, making him scream in pain.

It took several minutes to survive the torture. Xiang Mingchu covered his forehead and asked weakly: Mom, how did you get this crayon Shin-hsien's mother's move...

Your mother knows so much.Zhuang Mei clapped her hands, OK, so you will be energetic.Next, the door is not allowed to be closed, do you hear it?

knew……

Xiang Mingchu focused his attention again on the books.I have to say that Zhuang Mei is really energetic.He regained his momentum and continued to embark on the road of review.

I persisted this time longer than last time, but after that, I was sleepy and still lingered around him like a vine.In order to refresh yourself, Xiang Mingchu took a shower first and then continued to review.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Mei walked into the room.She had just finished taking a shower, her hair was tied up, and she was wearing a white silk nightgown, revealing her arms and calves. Every line was graceful and attractive, and every inch of her skin was as white as jade.

Xiang Mingchu just took a look and looked away: Mom, what's wrong?

fine.Zhuang Mei sat on Xiang Mingchu's bed and tugged her hair. You do your own thing and act when I'm not here.

After saying that, she picked up Xiang Mingchu's pillow, leaned against the side and started to brush her phone.

Xiang Mingchu said oh and continued to review.

The fragrance of Zhuang Mei's body floated in the room soon.

The smell of body fragrance combined with shower gel made Xiang Mingchu feel distracted, and he couldn't help but look back every once in a while.

After watching this a few times, Zhuang Mei couldn't help but speak: Why don't you keep turning your head and concentrate on reviewing?

It’s easy to be distracted if someone is behind the scenes…

It would be fine if I didn't exist.If the teacher is behind you in the exam then, will you also think about it?

Xiang Mingchuxin said that if you were the invigilator, my college entrance examination would definitely be over.

Zhuang Mei didn't say anything, but just got up and walked out of the room.

Xiang Mingchu continued to look down at the book.

There is no one behind him now, but he still can't calm down. He suddenly regrets what he just said.

But after a while, Zhuang Mei brought a chair from outside the door and sat directly beside him, and then placed a book on the table.

Mom, what are you doing?

I'm learning too.This should be similar to the atmosphere in school. If you are distracted, there will be no excuse.Zhuang Mei poked Xiang Mingchu and pointed over there.

study?What other books do you read?Xiang Mingchu asked in surprise while moving to the left.

Don't worry, little kids.Focus on doing your business.Zhuang Mei opened her own book.

Come again...I'm not a child.Xiang Mingchu muttered, but cheered somewhere inside.

The room was quiet, leaving only the sound of turning pages and writing.

Xiang Mingchu was a little absent-minded and took a sneak peek. He saw Zhuang Mei concentrate on the book. Mingmèi's side face drooping a strand of curved hair, and his nose was straight and pretty. This is a landscape painting that Xiang Mingchu would never get tired of seeing no matter how many times he looked at it.

When he moved his eyes down, he saw the book in Zhuang Mei's hand. Xiang Mingchu suddenly shook his whole body. It was a cooking book.

He recalled Zhuang Mei's past cooking skills and his voice trembled: Mom, what are you looking at the recipe?

I can cook rice for you, and I can also make soup.I’m preparing for the college entrance examination, so I can’t let you review and cook.

Zhuang Mei smiled slightly. She used to cook like that but my mother didn't want to learn it, but she could definitely do it well this time.

Xiang Mingchu was amused and crying: Is it reliable to study in a short period of time? What if I get rid of my stomach before the college entrance examination?

Zhuang Mei blushed rarely, and she muttered: It should... not be.

But he didn't have much confidence in his tone.

After Xiang Mingchu was admitted to high school, her cooking skills had improved, but it was only to the point where she could swallow it.

Xiang Mingchu felt that the food was similar to chicken ribs, and it was tasteless and discarded...

It seems like it's not a pity.

Mom, I've been cooking for so long, I'm used to it.comforted Mingchu.

Then you can't keep cooking.If you leave in the future, I have to learn too.

Why did I say it was like I was about to die... Besides, where can I go?

Work, get married.I can't let my son cook for me for the rest of my life.Zhuang Mei absent-mindedly flipping through the recipe.

Xiang Mingchu blurted out: What's the difficulty?

It sounds nice now. If you look for a wife in the future, it would be nice to not forget your mother.Zhuang Mei said quietly.

That's another matter.Xiang Mingchu didn't even think about it. In short, it was natural for his son to take care of his mother.I'm going to cook for my mother for the rest of my life, and no one can care about it.

Zhuang Mei was silent for a moment, and then said softly: Then I remember it.If you forget...

Then I will be struck by lightning and I will die awkwardly.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Zhuang Mei turned her head to look at Xiang Mingchu without saying anything.Xiang Mingchu didn't know what Zhuang Mei was thinking, so he looked back subconsciously.

They were a pair of beautiful eyes, with long eyelashes like bird wings, and the eyes were flowing light that Ying Mingchu couldn't understand.

Zhuang Mei just looked at him quietly, making him feel like his face was burning, but he was reluctant to look away, and the two of them looked at each other.

The room was so quiet that only breathing sounds were left, and a faint heartbeat.

Xiang Mingchu couldn't tell whether it was his heartbeat or Zhuang Mei's.

Until Xiang Mingchu couldn't help but want to speak, Zhuang Mei finally turned her face back: Okay, review quickly!I am here to supervise you, not to chat with you.After saying that, he got up and walked out of the room.

Xiang Mingchu breathed a sigh of relief, and then he realized that his heart was beating fast, as if he had just run a thousand meters.

After a while, Zhuang Mei came back and changed her hand to read another book.But she hummed her tunes from time to time and looked in a pretty good mood.

This atmosphere made Xiang Mingchu feel like he was going to study at night with his deskmate, and the other party was a female classmate he had a crush on, and his mood suddenly became happy and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

As he smiled, he suddenly remembered Feng Ting. When he was at the same table with Feng Ting in junior high school, he was so happy every day in class.

After the slander incident, the head teacher clarified in the class that Xiang Mingchu did not steal money, claiming that the money was just Feng Ting put it in the wrong place.

Not long after, the seats in the class were adjusted and they were also adjusted.

After graduating from junior high school, he never saw Feng Ting again and did not pay attention to it.

Looking back now, he neither loves nor hates Feng Ting, because those feelings of being uncomfortable and wronged were swept away by Zhuang Mei at that time.

Xiang Mingchu shook his head, threw those messy things out of his head, and continued reading.

Once a person enters the state, time passes quickly. When he looks up at the time again, it is already past eleven o'clock.

He turned his head to look to the side. Zhuang Mei fell asleep on the table at some point, resting her head on her hands, breathing evenly.

Xiang Mingchu looked at the side face and showed excitement.After a while, he came to his senses and calculated the time. It was almost time for Zhuang Mei to sleep.

mom?Sister Mei?Beauty?

Xiang Mingchu whispered and poked Zhuang Mei's shoulder gently, but Zhuang Mei had no intention of waking up at all.

Looking at the sleeping Zhuang Mei, he hesitated for a moment, and then carefully hugged Zhuang Mei in the princess hug.

Zhuang Mei's body is as soft as boneless, and it is not difficult to hold her. If she participates in a couple competition that holds her girlfriend and competes for who has been persisting for a long time, she might be able to win the first place.

Xiang Mingchu was walking towards her bedroom while holding Zhuang Mei and thinking about it.

I gently put Zhuang Mei down on the bed and saw that she was still sleeping soundly.

Xiang Mingchu turned on the air conditioner, adjusted to a suitable temperature, and then covered Zhuangmei with a thin quilt.

Zhuang Mei's figure is concave and convex, and the quilt outlines an attractive curve along her ups and downs.

Xiang Mingchu sat by the bed, quietly looking at Zhuang Mei's sleeping face, his curved hair pressed against his face, and his long eyelashes trembled with his breathing, so quiet.

He subconsciously placed his hand on half of Zhuang Mei's face, and the touch was as smooth as jelly, making him unable to help but rub it gently.

After a while, Xiang Mingchu suddenly thought that it would be difficult to explain if Zhuang Mei woke up. He quickly pulled his hand away and walked out of the bedroom with a breath of breath, without making a sound.

The next day, Xiang Mingchu woke up, got up and went to the bathroom, where Zhuang Mei was washing.

Mom, good morning... Xiang Mingchu said hello with sleepy eyes, picked up his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth.

Zhuang Mei also replied good morning, everything is normal.

Xiang Mingchu took a sneak peek and saw that Zhuang Mei looked ordinary and did not ask what happened last night, so he did not mention it.

The bathroom was not very large, and he and Zhuang Mei brushed their teeth together, which was a habit that began in elementary school.

Mom, look in the mirror.Xiang Mingchu suddenly spoke.

What's wrong?Zhuang Mei spit the toothpaste foam in the sink and looked up.In the mirror, the mother and son stood side by side, Xiang Mingchu was one head taller than Zhuang Mei.

At that time, my head had just passed the bottom of the mirror, and now it was on the mirror.Xiang Mingchu said.

Yes, it grows quite fast.Zhuang Mei looked carefully and said that when did you cut your hair, you were not energetic at all.

You can cut your hair anytime, but you can cut it as soon as you don’t want to cut it.

Xiang Mingchu was still scared.

He still remembers that when he was in elementary school, Zhuang Mei had a sudden idea to buy an electric scissor, saying that you won’t have to go out to cut your hair in the future, and my mother will help you cut it. As a result, his hair was laughed at by his classmates for several years.

It was not until the scissors in junior high school broke that Xiang Mingchu escaped.

Humph, you go and ask who your son has a mother to help cut his hair, and it is too late for others to envy him.

Others ask me which barber shop I cut it, and they will never go there in the future...

You are in a blessing but don’t know how to be blessed.

Zhuang Mei glared at him, then began to rinse her mouth and wash her face. When she bent down, she showed a touch of spring light on her neck. She saw the spring light through the mirror in Mingchu. A bottomless gully lay between the plump white jade, which reminded him of the Sosmok Valley that he had read in the book.

Although he just took a quick look, he knew he would never forget it.

Xiang Mingchu quickly patted his face with cold water to cool down.

Is it that easy for you to wash your face?

Zhuang Mei looked at Xiang Mingchu and wiped her face twice, frowned and asked: How can I clean it like this?

I wash it like this, I get used to it, and I'm in a hurry at school.Xiang Mingchu said.

Zhuang Mei sighed, then wet the towel and began to wipe Xiang Mingchu's face.

Xiang Mingchu wanted to hide from him unhappy, and Zhuang Mei glared at him. He had to stand up obediently and let Zhuang Meizai carefully wipe every part of his face.

Then Zhuang Mei took out a comb and combed the hair that had been sleeping on his hair. The gentleness made him flattered and felt warm.

That's right.Zhuang Mei took a step back and looked at Xiang Mingchu carefully, showing a satisfied smile.

Xiang Mingchu looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly felt that he had something to do with Shuai.

Go and cook breakfast, starve to death.Zhuang Mei said as she stretched her waist lazily, and the ups and downs under the silk nightgown were even more obvious, especially the mysterious bulge on her chest...

Xiang Mingchu only felt a thud of his head and his nose bleeding was flowing uncontrollably.

After breakfast, Xiang Mingchu continued to go back to his room to review.

In the previous nosebleed incident, he also covered up the excuse that the dry things in the sky are prone to getting angry. The price was that Zhuang Mei believed it and immediately cooked him a bowl of winter melon and rib soup according to the recipe to remove the heat.

Xiang Mingchu endured the salty smell like sea water and quietly drank the soup.

During the day today, Xiang Mingchu read books in an orderly manner according to the school’s curriculum schedule.And Zhuang Mei was indeed as she said, staying by her side all day and reading her book quietly.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, after taking a shower, Zhuang Mei continued to sit next to Xiang Mingchu with a few books.

Mom, where did you come from these books?

Xiang Mingchu asked curiously.

The pile of books not only included titles such as "Who Moved My Cheese" and "Jane Eyre" that I had heard in the early Ming Dynasty, but also extremely shocking names such as "Zen and Motorcycle Repair Art".

I didn't pay attention to any content, so I bought it after reading the name, as I like it.Zhuang Mei yawned a strand of her hair into her ears.

Is it true that my mother likes the name "Zen and Motorcycle Repair Art"...

Continue to review in Mingchu.

Time flies quickly, and it is soon eleven o'clock.

Turning his head and looking, Zhuang Mei was still asleep on the table.

Xiang Mingchu patted it lightly, but there was no response, so he carried Zhuang Mei back to her bedroom like he did last night, skillfully turned on the air conditioner, and covered her with a quilt.

Zhuang Mei's sleeping face is actually very beautiful. If you ignore the messy clothes in her bedroom and the underwear scattered on the bed.

Looking at the various underwear, Xiang Mingchu's mouth was dry and his tongue was dry.

Especially the owner of these sexy underwear is lying on the bed at this time, as unprepared as a sleeping princess.

Xiang Mingchu looked at Zhuang Mei's face again, and the heat inside her slowly calmed down for some reason.

He sat by the bed, stretched out his hand and gently touched Zhuang Mei's face, just like last night.

Zhuang Mei's skin has a silky texture that makes him unable to let go.

Fearing that something might happen if you touch it again, Xiang Mingchu took his hand back, covered the quilt on Zhuang Mei's body, and quietly left the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Zhuang Mei opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

What happened today was repeated methodically for four days.On the fifth day, Xiang Mingchu lay listlessly on the table and couldn't see it.

Mom, I can't stand it anymore and I have no motivation.

power?Zhuang Mei put down the book in her hand, what motivation do you want?

Xiang Mingchu really wants to say that what I want is actually you, Mom. Your son has been thinking about you for several years...

He thought for a while and said: Mom, let’s make an agreement?If I can do well in this college entrance examination, can you agree to a request?

What are the requirements?

I haven't figured out what it is yet.Can you agree first?Xiang Mingchu asked expectantly.

Zhuang Mei did not answer immediately, but just looked at him quietly.

After a while, Zhuang Mei said calmly: The college entrance examination is your business.You are not taking the exam for me, nor for your teacher, nor for others.You are taking the exam for your own future and your future, and this is working hard for yourself.Do you understand?

Xiang Mingchu's heart fell all of a sudden.He lowered his eyes and uttered a low voice.

If you have to correct your attitude, you are almost adult. At that time, many things will depend on yourself.Zhuang Mei said quietly.

Xiang Mingchu was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely: Mom, I know I was wrong...

Read the book carefully.Zhuang Mei stood up and left the room.

I lowered my head to the early Ming Dynasty and wanted to review it seriously, but I didn't know why I felt a little sad.He knew that Zhuang Mei was right, but he was just a little sad.

but

Zhuang Mei's voice suddenly came from the door. Xiang Mingchu looked up in surprise and saw Zhuang Mei standing at the door of the room, smiling slightly: If you can do well in the college entrance examination this time, then I will consider what you said before.

After saying that, she walked out of the room.

Xiang Mingchu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the book, his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his heart felt like it was blooming.

Two days later, the suspension of school ended. Xiang Mingchu packed up his things, and Zhuang Mei drove him back to school, and gave him thousands of instructions along the way.

Don't worry, Sister Mei, no problem!Trust your son, raise your thumbs up to Mingchu.

Zhuang Mei looked at the road conditions without looking sideways: I know, I have always been very confident in you and am waiting for your good news.

After getting off the car, Xiang Mingchu looked at Zhuang Mei and saw Zhuang Mei give him a thumbs up.

He waved his hand, and then walked towards the teaching building without looking back in Zhuang Mei's sight, like a charging soldier.