Seeing Wen Mo's expression suddenly become very serious, the atmosphere, even though it was just morning, became much heavier. Everyone at the table turned their gaze toward him, waiting for him to speak.
Wen Mo frowned slightly. This matter was actually quite serious. He should have written a draft in advance to avoid having to improvise on the spot.
"Let me warn you beforehand, don't make too much of a sound of surprise later."
"Oh, please tell me already, I'm so impatient!"
Wen Yiquan and Su Juan both listened very attentively.
Xia Lian blinked, looking at her focused uncle and aunt, then at Wen Mo who looked nervous, and suddenly understood what he wanted to say.
"Ahem... It's nothing serious, just listen casually." Wen Mo coughed twice, glanced up furtively, held up a finger to his chest, and said loudly, "I plan to apply to a local university, and..."
"What?!"
Before Wen Mo could change the subject, the expressions on the faces of his parents were as if they wanted to devour him alive. Their eyes were wide open, and they were shaking in disbelief.
Wen Mo was already on guard, covering his ears with his hands to avoid the shock, and then shrugged helplessly, "Didn't I tell you not to be too surprised? I gave you a heads-up."
"What does this have to do with vaccinations?! You're only discussing something this important with us now?!"
"It's not a discussion, I've already made up my mind, I'm just letting you know." Wen Mo sat back in his seat with a very open mind, bowing his head like a good child listening to the lecture.
Wen Yiquan rubbed his forehead, his face ashen, and Su Juan's expression wasn't much better.
It's one thing to joke around normally, but this kind of big decision can't be made by one person alone. Even if the road is a bit far and the tuition is a bit expensive, I'll accept it, after all, it's a good university.
But this kid didn't even bother to discuss it; he just set his own goal.
After a while, perhaps having come to a better understanding of the situation, Wen Yiquan finished the remaining tea in his cup, spat out the tea leaves, and frowned seriously, saying, "Give me a reason. This is not something you can decide on your own."
“…No reason, I just don’t want to be too far from home.” Wen Mo shrugged.
Although the idea of applying to a local university originated with Xia Lian, she absolutely couldn't reveal this reason, otherwise her parents' favor towards her would decrease considerably.
Wenmo could understand why his parents were reacting so strongly.
Yes, that's true. Education is very important. Going to a good university can definitely broaden your horizons and allow you to see more of the world.
But this is not what Winmer wanted.
"Dad, Mom, I've said everything. It's your turn to say something." Wen Mo lowered his head sincerely.
Feeling somewhat helpless, he had never been good at dealing with this kind of oppressive atmosphere. Rather than everyone remaining silent, he would rather his parents scold him than hear it.
With her lips pursed, Wen Mo felt a chill creep into her heart, but suddenly, a warmth reached her fingertips.
Wen Mo paused for a few seconds, then looked down and saw that familiar little hand. In the past, it was always Wen Mo who held Xia Lian's hand, since it's easier for a big hand to hold a small one.
At this moment, Xia Lian's hand was tightly gripping his little finger. Although his body temperature wasn't very high after waking up, he could still feel a different kind of warmth.
When Xia Lian saw him looking over, her innocent big eyes seemed a little aggrieved, yet also a little stronger. She blinked at him, as if trying to convey some kind of message.
Wen Mo smiled, as if he understood what Lian Bao meant, and then returned a look.
Don't worry, Lianbao, everything will be alright.
"How do you want us to respond?" Wen Yiquan pinched his brow as if he had a headache. The words he had just heard were so impactful that he hadn't been able to process them for a while.
After all, they all came from the village, and they all have exceptionally profound insights into the identity of a college student.
From Wen Yiquan's perspective, the most reassuring thing about his son is that he has excellent grades.
No one needs to supervise or urge him; every time I get home from get off work, I see this kid hunched over his desk, diligently studying his books.
"You live with her, right? You're saying these things to us because you don't want to leave this girl."
Wen Yiquan immediately saw through his thoughts, and since Xia Lian was also there, he simply spoke up.
“...Yes, that’s true. I admit you’re right, but I’ve also thought about applying to a local university.” Wen Mo explained patiently, trying his best to prove that his decision was correct.
Su Juan stood there stunned for a long time before looking down at Xia Lian, who was sitting on the other side of the table, and Wen Mo, who was trying to explain the reason to her.
They are people from the village, and they all hope that their younger generation can get into university, and the more famous the university, the better.
"Tell your mother first, are you really sure about this? I've seen your grades from beginning to end, you can basically choose any university in the country, right?" Su Juan's tone had calmed down a bit, and she spoke in as gentle a voice as possible.
“…I know.” Wen Mo didn’t know how to refute it.
For example, a child who could have gotten into Peking University or Tsinghua University might have changed their application due to a relationship issue and ended up going to a local university that isn't particularly well-known nationwide.
If you put yourself in their shoes, you'll understand; you can't think about this with a romantic mindset.
Unfortunately, Wenmo is just a hopeless romantic.
“There are better universities here, and I can study there just as well…” Wen Mo’s voice trailed off, becoming increasingly less confident.
The city they live in is a provincial capital, and the most famous university there is named after the local place.
To be honest, this university isn't bad, but compared to those top-tier, long-established universities, it's definitely not as good.
“I’ve really thought about it carefully. First of all, the local university is very close to home, so I don’t have to run around to different places if anything happens. It’s also very convenient to go home. And then there’s…”
"This isn't a question of whether or not I've thought about it."
Su Juan waved her hand, signaling Wen Mo to stop talking.
This is a question of whether it's a pity or not.
They could have gotten into a better, more prestigious university, but they insist on staying where they are. I really don't know what to say.
It's a pity that Xia Lian would make such a big sacrifice just for a girl she likes, even though she is very likable.
Wen Yiquan rubbed his forehead, his head throbbing so badly he was speechless. After a long while, he looked up at Xia Lian, who was sitting silently to the side, and asked, "Xiao Lian, if you have anything to say, please say it."
“Me…?” Xia Lian pointed to herself.
Suddenly I felt the pressure, my expression became timid, and my breathing became rapid.
Despite not being good at speaking, Xia Lian took a deep breath and, after calming down, slowly opened her eyes. This time, she was very serious about speaking up for Wen Mo.
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