Chapter 73. What is said in bed is also the opposite

Chen Jiashu had never had any idea about parent-teacher conferences. She went to kindergarten intermittently, going for a month and staying at home for a month. She moved several times, changing kindergartens. From the earlier urban public kindergarten to the later private workshops, until she started primary school, she never spent a full semester in any kindergarten.

In the first two years of primary school, her mother went to the parents’ meetings and gently asked the teachers to take care of her daughter. Xiao Jiashu’s intellectual and physical development was later than that of ordinary children. She was only a little older at the age of eight, and she looked like five or six. She looked two years younger, but it made it easier for her to learn to dance. Her bones grew slowly, so they were soft and easy to shape. The golden period for laying the foundation was long, so her foundation was quite solid.

Xiao Jiashu was so silly that she didn’t know how to cry when she was in pain. She sat in a line on the floor while the teacher held her down by the shoulders and forced her into position. The children next to her cried out in pain, one after the other, as if in a competition. Their voices were loud and clear, and their faces were purple from crying.

She raised her face in the midst of the howls, white and tender, small and innocent, outside the realm of human tragedy, with her big black eyes full of ignorance. When the teacher came to ask her if she was in pain, she let out a whisper and then raised her hand to say, “Teacher, I think it hurts a little.” Some of the children next to her had already fainted from crying.

Her pain was duller than normal, and then she became hypersensitive, experiencing a chaotic growth period in between. In her third year, she learned that her mother was very ill and spent more and more time in bed. She was unable to attend parent-teacher conferences.

She had learned to do her own homework at school early on, and her personality was as good as her grades. She was not on the list of students to be praised or criticised at parent-teacher conferences, so what did it matter if she didn’t go? She thought this at the time, not knowing that her mother was terminally ill.

She later learnt that students whose parents were absent from parent-teacher meetings would be left out by teachers, and that children who had lost their parents would be isolated by other students. Xiao Jiashu didn’t know anything, and before her mother entered the operating room for the last time, she held her hand with a smile and asked, “Why do you want to go in and play again? This time, why don’t you come out early to accompany Jiashu? It’s too dark to sleep alone at night. “

She didn’t understand why her mother was suddenly crying, and the series of changes that followed caught her off guard. The doctor’s lips opened and closed, and waves of people came around the empty hospital bed, stroking her head and whispering words of condolence.

‘I don’t know what they were doing, coming over with very unhappy yellow and white flowers, each with red eyes. What died? How did it die? It was very unlike this. When was Mum coming out anyway?’

She wiggled her little legs on the stool, eating her apple and shaking her head very sluggishly. Everything became strange, as if Winnie the Pooh’s hand had dug and dug into the brown honey jar and suddenly pulled out a hand full of bright red blood. A man in a suit came in. He said he was her father and wanted to take her home.

Her cheeks were bulging with pulp. She looked down at the toes of her shoes and said, “Oh.” She jumped off the stool to wash her hands, and found that her eyes were also red in the mirror.

Chen Jinan has never been to her parent-teacher conference. If Wen Yun was busy, he had to go to his son’s parent-teacher conference instead. If Wen Yun was not busy, it was even more important to drag him along since “educating children is the responsibility of both parents; the parent-teacher conference is such an important thing. How can you be absent as a father?”

When she said this, Chen Jiashu was next to him. Wen Yun ignored her, so she pretended she didn’t hear it either. In front of her father, she signed “Chen Jinan” on the top of the test paper she got back, as she always did. That was it. The imitation was almost exactly the same. After signing the test paper, she put it in the school bag, closed the pen cap, and the parental signature link for the mid-term exam was completed.

Several of the leaders discussed the parent-teacher meeting with great interest, and then went on to talk about the shortcomings of parents. Chen Jiashu listened to Chen Du’s nonsense as he made up some sort of tragic persona of a young girl who left home and lived at school for her dream, and told the story in a few words. The ins and outs were woven into tears, and the characters were quite full. Chen Jiashu’s stomach was heaving, her teeth were gritted, and she wanted to laugh.

Professor Xu listened with a stony face and was really moved, taking Chen Jiashu’s hand and saying. “I haven’t taken students for many years, but it’s the first time I’m so eager to see you at the audition for next year’s art exam.”

Chen Jiashu braced his expression and exchanged contact information with her.

With her words, the purpose was accomplished.

When they walked out of the auditorium building and the group went their separate ways, Chen Jiashu stood on tiptoe and snapped the hood of Chen Du’s clothes onto his head, “You’re a liar! Don’t you even blush?”

Chen Du was led away by his hood, stumbling a few steps with his head hooked. Only when his hand was around her waist did he stand firm. “It doesn’t matter if I… lie a little. I think you are very good.”

Chen Jiashu let go of his hood, and he put his chin on her shoulder, “Besides, it’s not a lie. Aren’t all the awards you’ve endured and won real? It’s just like writing a resume. “

“Oh, you’re great, you know everything.”

Chen Du frowned, “Are you being sarcastic?”

“Sarcastic about what?”

“I don’t know.” Chen Du hugged her and muttered, “Anyway, except in bed, it feels like you’re saying the opposite every time you compliment me.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Chen Jia Shu smiled peevishly, “what I say in bed is also ironicl.”

“……” Chen Du’s face fell for a moment.

Chen Jiashu slapped his hand away before she dragged him into the grove. “At school, I warned you to keep your hands to yourself.”

“You invited me first.” He grabbed her by the waist and carried her away, “Thank you.”

Chen Jiashu fluttered and struggled, mending the situation by saying, “Kudos to you; you’re awesome!”

“Oh, scolding me won’t work?” Chen Du gritted his teeth, “I can’t fuck you to death?”

Chen Jia Shu had to scold him, “Nuts!”

“Well, go on and curse. You curse again. ” Chen Du began to scratch the ticklish flesh on her waist, seemingly angry and smiling. “I’ll consider it a compliment, you scold.”

“Well, ha hmm………” Chen Jiashu held the tree, and bent down to stifle laughter. She was trembling all over her body; her face was flushed, her nose was wrinkled, and tears were coming out.

The two were pushing and shoving at the edge of the grove about whether to go in or not, when they suddenly heard a loud bellow from the side of the building, and someone calling out to her, “Chen Jiashu!!!”

Dai Yining stood on the steps of the building not far away. Her hair was in disarray and messy. Her stockings were completely torn, and her usual elegance and modesty were gone. She looked like a shrew scolding the street. She raised her hand to point at them and shouted, without any image, “Stop right there!”