Chapter 714 Let’s Talk
Wen Lueyan has always been a man of action.
I said in the morning that I would talk to my parents. After returning home and eating dinner in the evening, I put down my chopsticks and sat upright at the table, saying lightly,
"Dad, Mom, I want to talk to you."
His mother frowned slightly and said while swallowing her food,
"What are you talking about? Have you finished your homework? How's your review going? The college entrance exam is coming up soon, you should be studying hard."
After a few words as usual, the capable woman put down her bowl and chopsticks and said to him,
"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
Wen Lueyan lowered his head slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he looked up at his mother and said,
"I still want to apply to the Academy of Fine Arts."
The air was still, moths fluttered and circled in the indoor light, and everything was shrouded in a vague halo.
Under the light, Wen Lueyan's parents' expressions gradually became ugly.
His father put the bowl on the table with one hand, making a loud bang.
"What nonsense!"
He suppressed his anger with a cold face and looked at Wen Luyan with a frown, as if he was looking at an unforgivable criminal.
The young man was stabbed almost instantly. He swallowed his saliva under such a gaze, but his expression remained unchanged as he looked back.
His mother looked very calm, she just patted the back of his father's hand and said to him,
"Okay, go review now. Every minute is precious to you."
As if I heard nothing.
The boy mustered a lot of courage, looked his parents in the eyes for the first time, and expressed his deepest and most sincere desire to communicate with his parents. However, his most cautious words were ignored by her as if they were air.
It's like treating a child's unreasonable behavior.
Wen Lueyan felt a chill in his heart almost instantly.
He watched the pretty and capable woman begin to clean up the dishes with an expressionless face, and watched the well-mannered man put down the bowl and walked towards the sofa to watch TV.
The moth flew into the lampshade.
The dim light dimmed all scenes.
He felt as if he were in a dream, a cold nightmare.
I had already planned in my mind to have a good chat with them, to tell them carefully about my ideals and plans for the future, and to say words to comfort them, but with such indifference and even neglect, I pushed them back into the dark box and locked it.
He seemed to have become mute.
Wen Luyan slowly stood up and walked towards the bedroom mechanically.
The door was still half-open. He sat down at the table, opened his schoolbag, took out the test paper and put it away.
The overwhelming test questions, those numbers, those words, those familiar things that I had done countless times, now became strange and cold.
It was like huge black iron blocks constantly pressing towards him.
Until you can't turn over.
An hour later, his mother looked over at him and then brought him a plate of fruit as usual.
"Eat something if you're thirsty, and don't turn the air conditioner too low."
Her tone was calm and no different from before.
The words that my son had mustered up the courage to say at the dinner table just now seemed to have never existed.
She didn't take it seriously and walked out the door with steady steps.
Behind her, the young man who usually did the questions smoothly and effortlessly was unable to write a single stroke for a long time.
One hour's time.
Wen Luyan sat there motionless, unable to write a single word.
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