Old Man An’s senior class didn’t go very smoothly. The first time he went back, he was at a loss and just sat there blankly for the whole day.

When he came back, he acted like a spoiled brat and said he didn't want to go anymore.

An Jingzhi burst out laughing. Old Man An had doted on his son all his life and had never seen him act like a spoiled brat.

His face was stern. "Dad, I've already paid the registration fee. Even if you don't go, it won't be refunded. I signed you up for this class out of your own good."

Father An was depressed. "I don't know anyone there, and I don't understand what the teacher says."

An Jingzhi said: "Dad, when I was in school, I also told you that I didn't want to go to school. Do you remember what you said?"

"If the teacher doesn't understand, just open your mouth and ask. The mouth is not just for eating." He repeated.

Father An was a little embarrassed. "How could you have gone to school the same way as I do now? I'm already half buried in the ground."

An Jingzhi said seriously: "Dad, this is what we call learning throughout life."

"Or are you scared, Dad, and want me to go to class with you?"

What would it be like for my son to be in the same class with me?

Old Man An refused with a dark face and never mentioned not going to class again.

"Why haven't I seen you selling pancakes at a stall recently?" An's old friend stopped An who was about to go to class and asked.

Father An was a little embarrassed and tried to evade the main point. "My son is filial and thought I was working too hard, so he asked me to stop. Actually, it's not that hard. I just sit there and make pancakes."

An's old friend looked unhappy and said, "Your son is filial. I think you have been dragged down by him for your whole life."

Hearing people say this about An Jingzhi, Father An was a little unhappy, "Don't say that about my son."

In order to prove that An Jingzhi is indeed a filial son, An's father, who originally felt it was embarrassing to go to class at such an old age, took the initiative to speak out.

"He even enrolled me in a senior citizen class. They teach everything, and it costs over 20,000 yuan a year. If my son isn't filial, would he be willing to spend money on me?"

Old Man An’s old friend only felt that the sun was rising from the west.

"You're not talking nonsense, are you? How could your money-grubbing old son be willing to spend money on you? Could it be that your grandchildren and their wives paid for over 20,000 yuan?"

Father An said proudly, "Of course not. That's a bonus my son received from the police for helping him."

Hearing that An Jingzhi could even help the police, the old friend was amazed, "Even a sow can climb a tree."

Father An felt a little lonely in the class and asked, "Didn't you say your children are very filial? Do you want to sign up for a class too? We can even work together."

The old friend shook his head and refused, wondering why he should attend classes at his age.

"I'm not going. If you want to go, go by yourself."

"My son said that if you don't use your brain when you get older, you're more likely to get Alzheimer's disease. Going to a senior class can help you use your brain more."

Father An repeated An Jingzhi's words of advice to him, "You are reluctant to spend the money on school. Don't waste it on medical treatment later."

The old friend muttered, "How can it be as exaggerated as you say?"

Seeing that he was wavering, Father An pressed the issue, "Don't disbelieve me, this is all scientifically proven. It's only over 20,000 yuan a year, and your family can afford it. There are a lot of people our age there, and you can learn things and make friends. There are also a lot of beautifully dressed old ladies."

An Jingzhi found that Old Man An was cheerful every day in and out of class, unlike before when he had a sad face. He was surprised and asked about it.

Father An said happily, "Now I have someone to go to class with me. I'm not the last in the class anymore. This senior class is quite interesting."

An Jingzhi smiled and said nothing.

Happiness is achieved through comparison. As long as there is someone who is suffering more than you, you will feel less painful and can even find fun in it.

The final exam came in a blink of an eye. After the exam, An Xiaotao was notified that his parents were required to attend a parent-teacher meeting.

Of course An Jingzhi has time to go, as he is the one with the most free time at home.

But he refused and asked Kang Shulan and the other two to send one of them back to attend the parent-teacher meeting.

He used the pretext of asking Kang Shulan and her husband to pay more attention to the child, but in fact he wanted Kang Shulan or An Hongwei to come and see the results of his education.

Otherwise, I would think that he only knows how to ask for money every day.

He asked for this money in a fair and just manner.

After Kang Shulan and her husband discussed it, Kang Shulan took a leave of absence to come back and help An Xiaotao attend the parent-teacher meeting.

As soon as I sat down, I heard several parents next to me sighing and saying that their sons and daughters had dropped so many places in the grades this time, and they were worried that they would not be able to go to college in the future.

Kang Shulan looked at An Xiaotao's report card and felt proud.

The teacher above repeated the same old things, asking parents to pay attention to their children's studies as well. He also praised several students and finally praised An Xiaotao in particular.

"Have An Xiaotao's parents arrived?"

When the teacher saw Kang Shulan raise her hand, he continued happily:

"An Xiaotao has made tremendous progress this semester, rising from 15th in the class to the top 5 in our class and now in the top 30 in the grade. If he keeps up this pace, he'll definitely be admitted to a top university..."

"This semester, An Xiaotao has worked very hard..."

"Can An Xiaotao's mother share with everyone how she educates her children?"

When the teacher praised her, Kang Shulan's face was full of joy. But when the teacher asked her to share her educational experience, Kang Shulan's mind went blank. She didn't have any educational experience at all because the child's grandfather was in charge.

Walking to the podium, Kang Shulan recalled the last time she attended a parent-teacher meeting for An Xiaotao, which seemed like a long time ago.

She felt both proud and guilty.

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