When he inserted the key and opened the door, Han Chen tried his best to calm down. He kept telling himself to relax, be firm, and persevere.
"Bang!" The door opened, and Han Chen slowly pushed the door open. The living room was dark, and there seemed to be no one.
Han Chen turned on the light at the door, but was stunned.
Both Han's father and mother were sitting on the sofa. They sat quietly, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Han Chen noticed the atmosphere around him and decided to speak first.
"Oh, why are you back so early today?" Mother Han said. Although his voice was not very calm, there was obviously no anger in it.
Han Chen was a little hesitant. He was very familiar with his parents. They were both people who couldn't hide things. It was impossible for him to not be angry after knowing his situation. Could it be that English Chen didn't tell the story about scolding the teacher and skipping classes?
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"The teacher got out of school early today and told me to go home and prepare for the exam." Han Chen made up a random reason, trying to test the two elders' reaction.
"Okay, you go back to your room to study, and I'll get you some water later," Mother Han continued.
It seemed that Han's parents really didn't know what happened at school. Han Chen let out a sigh of relief and decided to go back to his room first, put down his schoolbags and other things, collect himself and talk to them about the competition.
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Returning to the room again, Han Chen habitually took out his cell phone to see if there were any text messages. When he was in the hospital, because it was quiet there, Han Chen had set the sound to mute, and he has not changed it yet.
When I unlocked it, I saw that there were actually two missed text messages. One was from Xin Keke. The content was very simple, just to express my gratitude for visiting her today.
He and Xin Keke were originally Internet friends, but because Xin Keke's mobile phone with convenient Internet access has been sold, now he can only communicate through text messages on an old-fashioned classical mobile phone. The WeChat message at the hospital just now was also made using Xin's mother's mobile phone.
Every time he read Xin Keke's text message, Han Chen could see Xin Keke's strong character in those short words.
This child, who is sick but extremely strong, has actually always been the motivation for him to work hard and make progress.
"It's okay, I just hope you get better soon." He replied to Xin Keke and looked at another text message.
Unexpectedly, it was Liu Yiling again.
"I told Yingying Chen the truth and asked her not to tell your parents. You have to come to class tomorrow and you are not allowed to skip class!" Liu Yiling said.
It's hard to say how Han Chen feels about Liu Yiling.
She is the beauty of the class and a top student who is among the best in studies. But in fact, this girl and he only knew each other by their names before, but because of a game like Tiantian Speed, they actually got acquainted very quickly. And they looked at each other.
He seemed to really care about him as a master.
What kind of person English Chen is, the whole class knows that it is really not easy to ask English Chen for such a violation of principle.
I wonder how much effort Liu Yiling put in to do it.
Thinking of this, Han Chen felt a little grateful to Liu Yiling. At least at this time, Liu Yiling's status in Han Chen's heart became higher.
After replying a thank you to Liu Yiling, Han Chen began to think about his own affairs.
Liu Yiling's help saved him from the serious consequences of skipping class, but it could not solve his current problem.
Han Chen's thinking revolved around the national competition. He didn't know if Han's parents would agree to Xin Keke's matter this time.
"Xiao Chen, mom has brought you some water!" Mother Han's words brought Han Chen back from his thoughts.
To be fair, Han's father and mother were very good to him. Although they didn't have much money, they gave Han Chen the best treatment they could. Their wish was to let Han Chen study hard.
, get into a good university, find a stable job, and spend the rest of your life.
But Han Chen didn't think so. He always dreamed of venturing into the outside world. No matter how stormy the outside world was, he still wanted to experience it. Even if he was bruised and bruised, he could at least tell others that he had tried hard.
"Mom, I want to tell you something." Han Chen thought for a while and decided to speak.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Mother Han asked doubtfully.
"Does our family still have money? Keke needs a lot of money for a bone marrow transplant," Han Chen said.
Mother Han was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said: "How could it be such a coincidence..."
Han Chen heard something else in his mother's words. Only then did he remember the strange behavior of his parents when he came home, so he asked: "Mom, what's such a coincidence? What happened to you and dad when I came home just now?"
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"It's nothing. It's all about money. Our family originally had some savings, but this afternoon your second uncle's family bought a car and borrowed the money." Mother Han replied.
When she said this, Han Chen understood that his second uncle was also an honest man who ran a business. His only wish was to use his own car to run his business. I think Han’s parents must have borrowed money.
A dispute arose, which led to the scene when he returned home.
But Han Ma's words still broke Han Chen's remaining fantasy.
He originally expected that if his family had money, even if he did not participate in the national competition, he could still give his heart to Coco and help her recover as soon as possible.
"Mom!" After careful consideration, Han Chen decided to make the request, "I want to go to Shanghai to attend a composition training session in the next two days. Is that okay?"
This was Han Chen's tentative statement. He thought about it for a long time, but he could only start with the aspects that were easily allowed. He usually launched an offensive in a tactful way, and eight out of ten times he had a chance to succeed.
But this time, it was obviously the one-tenth accident. Mother Han directly refused.
"I don't know what you are going to do, but you will take the college entrance examination in half a year. Why are you so unaware? Now you are not allowed to do anything that will affect your study!" Mother Han said sternly
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"It was an English composition lecture. The person giving the lecture was very famous in China." Han Chen explained that what he said was actually half true and half false. There was indeed an English lecture, but it was a lecture on English for the postgraduate entrance examination and had nothing to do with him.
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"Son, that's not what you said. We have to go to Shanghai hundreds of miles away. If you really want to go, it will take too long and the gain will not be worth the loss."
After speaking, she told Han Chen to deal with his studies in a down-to-earth manner, otherwise he would even take away his mobile phone.
In this way, Han Chen's hope was completely extinguished. If he was not allowed to go out to study, it would be even less likely that his parents would allow him to go out to compete.
Han Chen was silent. He did not argue with his parents, but lowered his head silently. He felt extremely disappointed in his heart.
Late at night, Han Chen became increasingly unable to sleep.
He tossed and turned, but could not fall asleep. At this time, even Xiao Juzi had hid in his mobile phone and fell asleep. In such a night, no one listened to Han Chen's heart anymore.
Unable to give up the chaotic things in his heart, Han Chen silently got out of bed, opened the window, sat alone by the window sill, and looked out from his home.
Late at night, the lights of thousands of houses gradually became quiet, but everyone in every house must be summarizing today's gains.
But for Han Chen, where is his gain? How long will this repetitive life last day by day?
As he watched, Han Chen's thoughts suddenly began to wander.
He imagined that he had become a part of the night, melting into the darkness.
He imagined that he would become an eagle, soaring happily in the sky.
He imagined that he was a super sports car, rushing towards the finish line amidst the roar of the motor.
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He suddenly felt that at the age when he was fond of fantasy, he was completely unable to realize many of his wishes.
But this time, in this quiet night, he finally made up his mind to fight for his dream and for poor Coco!