Shao Qinghe is doing plank exercises in his room.

There was no other fitness equipment in his room, not even a fitness mat, and the floor was too hard, so he could only do it on the bed.

At this time, someone knocked gently on the door of his room. He said "hmm" softly, then stood up, took a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, and walked over to open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Shao's mother walking in with some cakes.

Shao Qinghe looked up at the clock. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. It seemed a bit inappropriate to send him pastries at this time.

He took a deep breath, still smiling and welcoming Shao's mother in, took the cake and placed it on the table in his room, and asked, "What's wrong, Mom?"

Mother Shao hesitated and said, "Qinghe...can you..."

Before Shao's mother finished speaking, Shao Qinghe said directly: "No, I don't want to."

Mother Shao: “…”

Even though Shao Qinghe had refused, Shao's mother did not leave. She walked in and sat on the sofa, rubbing her hands uneasily, as if thinking about how to persuade Shao Qinghe.

Shao Qinghe pursed his lips and clenched his fists secretly, but still pretended to be calm and walked over and said, "Mom, go and chat with Aunt Mu and drink some tea..."

"I don't want to get along with her. She's always hesitant and I don't like it."

"Aren't you the same?" It's obvious that both of you are very depressed.

"But she is too young."

"Then you and ..."

Before Shao Qinghe could finish his words, Shao's mother interrupted him and got straight to the point: "You don't have to arrange these things for me. I need you to stay in the hospital again so that your father can come back. He hasn't been home for three months and hasn't called once, as if he had forgotten that this family existed."

Shao Qinghe knew this was the case and rubbed his forehead in distress.

He didn't want to continue like this at all.

Seeing Shao Qinghe's embarrassment, Shao's mother suddenly asked him: "You have been pretending to be sick for so many years, why can't you do it again?"

Then I heard Shao Qinghe's cold voice: "Mom, Dad doesn't love you anymore, let's get a divorce."

Hearing this, Shao's mother went crazy instantly. She stood up and rushed towards Shao Qinghe, stretching out her hand to pinch his arm: "What nonsense are you talking about?! I can't get a divorce. Wouldn't that mean I'm giving up my position to that little witch? I won't look for another one for the rest of my life, and they can't even think of me giving up my position for them! No way!"

"You are just torturing each other, and it makes me very uncomfortable."

"Don't you know why I'm doing this? I'm doing this for you, Qinghe!" Shao's mother grabbed Shao Qinghe's arm, her expression slightly ferocious, and she looked at Shao Qinghe with wide eyes.

Shao's mother and Shao Qinghe don't look alike. Shao Qinghe's eyes are not big, but they are a pair of gentle eyes.

Shao's mother's eyes were unexpectedly big, and looked a little scary when they were wide open. She said to Shao Qinghe frantically: "The family property can only belong to you! As long as I am here, that vixen and that bastard will never be able to take a single cent."

Shao Qinghe once again spoke of Shao's mother's pain: "If you just want to fight for the family property, there is no need for me to pretend to be sick, and there is no need to let Dad come back."

"If he doesn't come back, you'll forget that he has a son like you! He should still love you and care about your health."

Shao Qinghe looked at Shao's mother and could no longer put on a gentle expression. He was even a little annoyed.

Why deceive yourself...

Shao Qinghe stepped back, broke free from his mother's hand, and tried to comfort her: "Mom, you should go back and rest first. I have to go to school tomorrow."

"You don't care about me anymore, do you? If it was Qingyu, he would never treat me like this!"

Shao Qingyu was mentioned again.

Shao Qinghe advised: "If my brother were here, he probably wouldn't want to see you so sad."

"Yes, Qingyu won't let me be so sad. He will definitely find a way to help me. Is it because you are not good enough that dad changed his mind? Ah? When Qingyu was here, our relationship was still good..."

Shao Qinghe's expression darkened and he stopped talking.

Mother Shao continued to ask: "Why, you don't like to hear it?"

On the one hand, he was allowed to skip classes from time to time, but on the other hand, he was required to be good enough.

What else do you want from him?

Whenever there is something, he always mentions Shao Qingyu, saying that he is never as good as his brother, which makes it difficult for Shao Qinghe to have a good attitude.

Seeing that Shao Qinghe remained silent and seemed unwilling to agree, Shao's mother started to get crazy and smashed the pastries she brought.

Shao Qinghe ignored her and sat quietly in the room, waiting for Shao's mother to finish venting her anger and then find someone to clean up the mess.

As a result, today Shao's mother had a new trick. After she left, when Shao Qinghe leaned on the sofa and prepared to calm down for a while, Shao's mother walked in again, holding a bottle of medicine in her hand, pouring pills into her hand: "You don't care about me anymore, right? I only have you left, you are the only one in the world who can help me, and you still don't care about me, I'll die in front of you!"

Shao Qinghe then quickly stood up, stopped Shao's mother, snatched the medicine and took a look. It turned out that Shao's mother had bought a bottle of sleeping pills without him knowing.

Shao Qinghe was about to collapse: "Can you please stop forcing me? Do you want me to follow Shao Qingyu's old path?!"

Shao's mother was startled, and then began to cry. A woman over fifty years old cried so helplessly, and she sat on the ground dejectedly.

Shao Qinghe was really upset, but she was her mother after all.

Finally, he squatted down and asked as gently as possible: "Mom, I'll help you one more time. After that, you listen to me and go see a psychiatrist, okay?"

Seeing that Shao Qinghe agreed, Shao's mother agreed to whatever Shao Qinghe said. She was originally very resistant to seeing a psychologist, but now she agreed.

Shao Qinghe comforted his mother and sent her back to rest.

Then a man returned to the room tiredly, looked at the mess and was too lazy to find someone to clean it up. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

No one is born to like to guess people's minds. There are people with fickle moods around him. He must learn to read people's faces and act accordingly since childhood in order to avoid trouble.

After a long time, this problem developed.

He is not smart.

He is very stupid.

Otherwise it can be handled well.

Xu Xinduo brought cookies to school the next day, but Shao Qinghe asked for leave.

She held the biscuit and couldn't help but wonder, Shao Qinghe was fine yesterday, why was he in the hospital today?

She couldn't give these Christmas cookies to others. After thinking about it, she could only turn around and look at Mu Qingyi and said, "Brother."

Mu Qingyi's body stiffened and he turned to look at her.

Xu Xinduo gave the biscuits to Mu Qingyi: "Can you pass them to Shao Qinghe for me? You will definitely go to the hospital to see him, right?"

“……”Mu Qingyi took the biscuit and looked at it, but didn’t know how to answer.

Shao Qinghe felt very embarrassed every time he pretended to be sick. No one was allowed to visit him, so he naturally wouldn't go. How could he give them the cookies?

Moreover, it’s only Shao Qinghe?

"Are all these given to him?" Mu Qingyi asked.

Xu Xinduo put the cookies into a bag and sealed it with a small rope. Even so, it will not taste good after a few days.

She didn't want to do it in vain, so she could only ask Mu Qingyi to help deliver it.

"Yes, you can have a few pieces." Xu Xinduo obviously didn't make it for him and answered perfunctorily.

Mu Qing held the biscuits in embarrassment, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Xu Xinduo noticed it and asked, "Is it inconvenient?"

Mu Qingyi could only answer truthfully: "I won't go to the hospital to see him."

"How many days of leave will he take this time?"

"I don't know. It generally depends on how quickly his father returns."

"Is his father a doctor?"

"no."

"..." Xu Xinduo suddenly didn't understand.

Xu Xinduo could only reach out and take the biscuit back.

She sent a message to Shao Qinghe asking: When will you come back? My cookies are ready.

Shao Qinghe: Oh, I had forgotten about this. Can you mail it to me?

Xu Xinduo: Please give me the address.

Shao Qinghe quickly sent the address.

Xu Xinduo spent the whole day thinking, should I mail it? She didn't have any shock-absorbing equipment, so the item would probably break if she mailed it.

She put a lot of effort into making the Christmas tree pattern, it's a pity it broke.

She looked at the address again and suddenly realized that the hospital was not far from the company. She could easily send Shao Qinghe there before going to the company for training. She has her own car and driver, so it is convenient for her to travel back and forth.

Then there will be no problem.

During lunch break, Xu Xinduo went to Director Huang to check Tong Yan's grades.

When I walked in, I saw Tong Yan looking at his paper, seemingly studying the wrong questions.

Tong Yan's total score is 547 points. According to his total score, he can enter the ordinary class, but not the rocket class. The last place in the Rocket Class scored 587 points.

She reached out and picked up Tong Yan's paper and looked at it, saying, "It's actually much better than I expected."

Tong Yan crossed his legs, still a little dissatisfied: "I was anxious during the test, otherwise I would definitely get more than 587 points."

Xu Xinduo took the test paper and took Tong Yan back to the international class. Although Xu Xinduo had transferred, her seat was still vacant. They returned to their original seats, and Xu Xinduo began to explain the questions to Tong Yan.

When Wei Lan saw Xu Xinduo coming back, she immediately came over to greet him: "Master Duo is back? Our Brother Yan has been lonely these days, sighing every day."

Xu Xinduo pointed at the test paper and said, "I just came here to explain the questions to him."

Wei Lan came over to take a look at the test paper and couldn't help curling her lips: "Although they are all Chinese characters, I can't understand them. Hey, are the textbooks on both sides so different?"

Xu Xinduo ignored him and wrote the formula next to the wrong question on the test paper. Then he made a stroke on one of Tong Yan's solution steps and gave the test paper back to Tong Yan.

Tong Yan took it and looked at it, then picked up the pen and started to do the question again.

Xu Xinduo began to look at the papers of other subjects, and found that Tong Yan's major problem was actually classical Chinese, which lowered his score too much.

First of all, Tong Yan obviously had never memorized ancient poetry, and he simply did not answer the poetry fill-in-the-blank questions. Looking at the classical Chinese questions, Tong Yan basically had no idea about them and got almost no points on the entire classical Chinese reading section. Finally, when it came to reading comprehension, Xu Xinduo had only one thought after reading the answers: Tong Yan didn’t understand at all.

Tong Yan's composition also gave Xu Xinduo a headache.

The handwriting is beautiful, neat and tidy, and it has exceeded the one thousand word line, but what is it about?

The introduction doesn't make sense, and the following part is just copied from the reading comprehension text?

Great attitude, rubbish answers.

She remembered that Tong Yan liked to sleep in class, especially Chinese class.

Tong Yan could tolerate other classes, but Xu Xinduo's Chinese teacher in his hometown loved to chat. During class, he started talking about gossip from ancient times to the present. He said a lot of random things, which were confusing.

The Chinese teacher's voice was particularly soft and weak, which was very hypnotic, and Chinese class was where Tong Yan fell asleep the most.

Tong Yan was studying in the international class. It wasn't a big problem that he had never memorized ancient poems and was not proficient in classical Chinese. Xu Xinduo could just give him a few days' tutoring and let Tong Yan memorize them.

But how to write the composition?

Xu Xinduo couldn't help but mutter: "You have a big problem..."

Tong Yan was very worried: "I really don't know what to write. How did you write it? Let me see it."

“Just writing something.”

Tong Yan took out his phone, opened the app and said, "The high-scoring essays will be sent to the Chinese language corner. Let me see how you write them."

Xu Xinduo really didn’t know about this. She hadn’t even clicked through all the menus on the school’s app.

She remembered something and immediately stopped Tong Yan and said, "Don't look."

Tong Yan was puzzled and continued to tap the phone screen: "See what's going on, learn something."

Tong Yan was about to find Xu Xinduo's composition, but Xu Xinduo slapped him on the head, leaving him stunned.

Tong Yan turned his head to look at Xu Xinduo in astonishment, then covered his head and wailed: "Concussion..."

Xu Xinduo was also anxious, and hurriedly rubbed Tong Yan's head, still complaining: "Wouldn't it be over if you didn't look at it?"

"It hurts..." Tong Yan started to act like a spoiled child. He pretended to cry without saying anything, and then went into Xu Xinduo's arms.

When Wei Lan saw this, she immediately raised her phone as if to take a selfie, but Xu Xinduo and Tong Yan were clearly in the camera.

Wei Lan found that Xu Xinduo noticed it, and explained: "Don't get me wrong, I just suddenly felt that I was so handsome and wanted to take a selfie."

Su Wei also joined in the fun: "Come, let's take a group photo."

After that, he stood beside Wei Lan and took a selfie with her. The subjects were Wei Lan and Su Wei, with Xu Xinduo and Tong Yan in the background. Tong Yan only had the back of his head, after all, he was leaning in Xu Xinduo's arms.

Xu Xinduo was so ashamed and angry that she pushed Tong Yan away and left angrily without teaching him the test paper.

She was a very imposing person, and when she walked out of the classroom she was so angry that she almost bumped into someone. Originally it was Xu Xinduo who was reckless, but both parties apologized to each other at the same time, and the person who was hit fled in panic.

Xu Xinduo turned around and glared at Wei Lan and Su Wei who were laughing secretly, stomped her feet on the spot, and then went back to the rocket class.

After Xu Xinduo left, Wei Lan returned to her seat and asked Tong Yan: "What? Did you get it?"

Tong Yan rubbed his head and continued to look at his paper. He looked up at Wei Lan and continued, "I didn't feel anything before, but after I had an epiphany, I got angry when I remembered your attempt to seduce our Duoduo."

Wei Lan's smile gradually faded, and then she said "Goodbye" and turned away, no longer talking to Tong Yan.

Tong Yan was really confused, but he still took out his phone to read Xu Xinduo's composition. He really didn't know what was so shameful about this composition.

Composition title: Shadow.

——I spend most of my time in that quiet town. Sitting upstairs, I can see the endless mountains. I am accompanied by bright sunshine and shadows lying on the ground.

——I have two shadows, one is far and the other is near, illusory, and for a long time I felt that I could not touch it.

Tong Yan couldn't help curling his lips after reading it for a while. This delicate and artificial writing style was like a youth pain story. Does the Chinese teacher like this?

——I care about someone. He has always been with me like a shadow. I am afraid that my relationship with him is the same as that with a shadow. Accompany each other and grow together.

——He is always there, but always out of reach.

——I know he is with me, but I can't hug him.

Tong Yan's heart suddenly moved when he read these words.

The relationship between him and Xu Xinduo was like a shadow.

He was always there, they were connected to each other, yet even if they switched bodies they were still in two different places.

They talked on the phone, they talked often, but they never saw each other. Just like a shadow, although you are there together, you have never really felt the other person.

He still remembered the day when he celebrated Xu Xinduo's sixteenth birthday. Xu Xinduo was extremely nervous the whole time. If it wasn't at night, he might have seen Xu Xinduo's red cheeks...

At that time, he was wondering why Xu Xinduo always avoided looking at him, but now he suddenly understood Xu Xinduo's feelings.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and it was difficult to suppress his emotions anymore.

Tong stretched out his hand and poked Wei Lan's arm, and said to Wei Lan: "I think Xu Xinduo has a crush on me."

Wei Lan looked at Tong Yan and said seriously, "I think you were beaten silly."