This time I almost exploded. What the hell is this trend? It’s so difficult to ask questions in China. Everyone seems to be working in the State Secrets Bureau, as if they are keeping taboos.
My parents nodded again and took me out. Our family arrived near the campus bulletin board and waited under a willow tree.
"What's for lunch?" Mother asked casually.
"Eat whatever you want." I lowered my head.
"If you don't have enough money, just tell your family, don't... don't rob other people." My mother stuttered a little when she said the last sentence, obviously taking into account my poor self-esteem.[
"Yeah." I responded silently.
It is still class time, and the campus is very quiet, with a large group of sparrows hovering in the sky. My father looked around and said, "What a beautiful campus, you should know how to cherish it when you study here."
"Yeah." I responded silently again.
My parents looked at each other, closed their mouths in a tacit understanding, and chatted about other household matters. I know that they did this to relieve the pressure in my heart and also relieve the pressure in their hearts.
The three of us kept glancing at the bulletin board, waiting for people to go over and post announcements.
I just heard my father say: "Chen Yunchao didn't go to work again this morning, and the leader lost his temper."
"What's the use of losing your temper?" Mother said, "I don't dare to expel him. I only dare to give him a few verbal lessons."
"That's right." My father smiled and said, "No one in the workplace dares to offend him."
I felt a little guilty after hearing this. If they knew what happened last night and that Chen Yunchao was called here by me, I don't know how shocked they would be.
"Coming!" I shouted suddenly.
Two people who looked like students walked to the bulletin board and pasted a piece of white paper with bold letters on it.
When his father saw this, he wanted to walk over. His mother pulled him and said, "Don't worry, wait until they leave."
The two students worked hard for a while, pasted up the white paper, and left, joking.
The three of us in the family walked over quickly, all beating in our hearts. We walked to the bulletin board and looked at the announcement that had just been posted on it. Sure enough, it was clearly printed in black and white: the punishment decision of Zhou Ming, a student in Class 176 of the first year of high school.