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38. Hey, it's not good for my son to be too good

Lao Chen is not the kind of person who is very approachable to people. Sometimes he is a bit rigid and inhumane. He rarely shows his emotions like this.

Feeling the warmth of Old Chen's chest and slightly trembling shoulders, Chen Mo was in a daze for a long time. Feeling a little dampness coming from the shirt behind his back, Chen Mo opened his mouth, widened his eyes slightly, and couldn't say the next sentence for a long time.

He didn't expect that his father would be so excited when he got a result.

Slowly stretched out his hand to hug his father back, and patted Lao Chen's generous back gently with his palm.

This... seems to be the first time he has seen his father cry. It is the first time he has seen his father cry in his life.

For some reason, whether it was a throbbing in his blood or not, his nose also felt a little sour.

The phone screen in Lao Chen's hand was still flashing slightly, the timer was ticking, and the aunt over there didn't speak for a while.

Only the notification sounds for various group chat messages kept ringing.

Old Chen lay on Chen Mo's back and calmed down after a while.



The phone interface flashed.

The aunt on the other side of the phone seemed to have noticed the changes in Lao Chen's mood when he spoke before, and heard a swallowing sound in his words.

I knew the situation at my eldest brother's house these years, so I never made any noise to disturb him. It was only then that I made a little noise and comforted him jokingly.

"Hey, why are you still crying? Brother, this is the first time I see you cry~ Little Mo did so well in the exam, we have to celebrate! Brother, don't cry, don't cry... My child did well in the exam,

You have to be happy, you have to be happy!"

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm so happy."

It took Lao Chen a while to recover from his emotions when he felt the cell phone he was holding vibrate slightly due to the sound.

I vaguely realized that I was still on the phone, and pinched the bridge of my nose in embarrassment, as if I was a little embarrassed to lose my composure in front of my sister.

"Hahaha."

Chen Mo also chuckled, patted Old Chen's back, and smiled comfortingly. He was afraid that Old Chen would lose his balance and fall, so he put a pillow behind Old Chen.

"Hey, brother, I didn't hear clearly just now. How many points did Xiao Mo get in the exam? You're so happy that you even cried. You did very well in the exam this time! I only vaguely heard something about blocking, what was blocked?

?”

"How can I explain this to you? It's a long story..."

"Then keep your story short!"

He is obviously a very fierce man, but he is beaten to death by his own sister.

As soon as the aunt became fierce, Lao Chen started to explain in a haha ​​manner.

"To put it simply, Chen Mo got into the top 50 in the province, but we don't know the exact number. He was shielded for protection. We won't know until the 27th when he got the exact number of points."

"Protective shielding, what? Hey, this is the first time I've heard of it."

"The new stuff I got this year, I was confused for a long time when I just saw it."

"I'll check it out later, but if Xiaomo is definitely in the top 50 in the province, he will definitely be in the A and B universities, so don't worry!"

Toot toot—

While he was talking, another number on Lao Chen's mobile phone was also dialed. When Lao Chen saw the person on the caller ID, he raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"You said no, this kid is trying his best. Alas, Qiufen won't talk to you anymore. Lao Zhao called me, probably asking about Chen Mo's grades. I'll tell him first..."

"Okay, go ahead."

After hanging up the call from his sister, Lao Chen picked up Zhao Cheng's call, cleared his throat and said:

"Hello? Old Zhao! Are you asking Chen Mo about his grades? Well, you said that my son... is too good to be good. Look, this country has protectively blocked the scores..."



Looking at Old Chen's phone calls one after another, Chen Mo shook his head helplessly, took a screenshot of the score page, and saved it to the C drive, in a folder called "Memories".

It is a very memorable picture. Even if he turns to this screenshot many years later, he may smile knowingly and recall the feeling of joy and satisfaction at this moment. He misses this moment very much.

This may be the charm of images, which record an important moment in life. This is clearer than illusory memories, and is proof that we have lived a truly brilliant life.

Although there are only two people in Chen Mo's home in the small alley of Xiangyang, it is full of a different kind of excitement at this time.

The sun shines on the small patch of moss in the courtyard outside the entrance, intertwining warm yellow and emerald green. The red brick wall with white powder is exposed, covered with moss and vines, and there is a small gecko crawling on it.

Blinking her little eyes, there were pieces of blue-gray marble embedded in the earth-yellow road, dotted with a marble extending out of the courtyard door. There were still bits of spilled tea leaves stuck to the weeds growing in the corner.

Chen Mo's home is not as refined and clean as people in today's cities pursue. It can be said to be slovenly and messy. At first glance, it looks like it was from the 1970s and 1980s. It looks down and out, and everything is old. But a place like this gives

It captured the warmth of life that Chen Mo could not replicate.

Perhaps it was because Lao Chen's voice on the phone was too loud just now. Many neighbors heard Lao Chen's angry voice and poked their heads at the door of the courtyard to visit.

I asked Chen Mo and Lao Chen inside if Xiao Mo’s college entrance examination results were out? How was the test?

During the breaks on the phone, Lao Chen smiled and responded to the outside from time to time. Chen Mo also looked at it with a smile.

After a while, Chen Mo also took out his mobile phone. When he got up to call the relatives and friends he had been asking about before, he found that the muted mobile phone was a little warm when he picked it up.

When my eyes fell on the screen, I saw one message after another quickly passing by, popping up non-stop. It was better than Lao Chen, but no worse.

Chen Mo smiled helplessly. Before he could check the messages one by one, another call came in on his mobile phone.

Chen Mo looked over and saw that it was Laoban's phone number.

Smiling, he quickly picked it up.

"Hey, Laoban..."

"Well, yes, you guessed it right before. You blocked the scores. You are now in the top 50 in the province. Well, haha, I also want to thank you, teacher, for your training in the past few years...

Thank you very much. Thank you for not bothering me and working overtime with me when I was a freshman and sophomore in high school. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have the results I have today. Thank you very much, teacher.

We...

I'm serious, Lao Ban... ah~ Lao Ban, please don't cry... I won't say anything anymore, your crying makes me want to cry too."

"Well, I will go back to school in a few days... Then I will thank the teachers in person one by one... Well, you are busy first. Goodbye."

When Chen Mo hung up the phone, he felt something in his heart. He didn't expect his old classmate to cry. The teachers really helped him a lot at the beginning.

Spend their rest time helping him.


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