Chapter 1 Family Crisis

In the hot summer, I waited for more than half a month and finally arrived at the time when the college entrance examination results were released.

Thanks to good academic performance, I have obtained the college entrance examination scores through the online query system earlier. Based on previous years' experience, it should be no problem to go to a 211 university.

Walking through the playground of the campus, the courseware is resting. Some people are playing basketball in the huge venue, and some are using the toilet.

Under the shade of a bunch of trees, there were both men and women, either talking or buying things in a convenience store.

Until the bell rang for class, the students in the first and second year of high school who were still continuing to class ran back to the classroom. When the students disappeared one after another, Luo Wan stood under a camphor tree with a smile.

Unlike her school uniform on weekdays, she dresses very simple and casually today. She is wearing a sky blue shirt on her upper body, a red and white plaid skirt on her lower body, and a pair of light pink sandals on her feet.

He was carrying a schoolbag on his shoulders, and the hairpin on his head had been untied. He was wearing a flowing hair combed behind his head, and a floral decoration was placed near a small ear.

With a faint makeup on her round little face, the rustic high school girl had gradually faded away, transforming into a stunning temperament.

Luo Wan has a well-proportioned figure and a dignified figure. She is only a few centimeters shorter than me, so compared with other girls, her figure always looks very slender.

She is as old as me, and she is the age when a girl changes her age. Now she is born into a little beauty.

She is the kind of carefree girl, she is sunny and has always been very popular in the class.

Her face always had a colorful smile, like an angel, surrounded by laughter and joy.

I have fallen in love with this girl since junior high school. His family and my family are not in the same community, but my dad seems to have some business dealings with their family.

When we were in junior high school, we were in the same school.

I remember it was an afternoon in the second year of junior high school. During the class meeting, the head teacher brought her over and assigned her to me as a deskmate.

She is a transfer student, but her grades are very good. Her cheerful personality quickly made her a good friend of mine. We studied together, played and had fun together.

I may be a little precocious, at least in terms of love. As the saying goes, over time, after a semester, I gradually developed a good impression of Luo Wan Cute, that is, the hazy love.

It was just because I was too young at that time and was strictly controlled by parents and teachers, so that kind of relationship was just kept in my heart, which is what people often call secret love.

When I finished my high school entrance examination and advanced to high school, I thought I would never see her again, but out of a small fate, we were in another school in the next three years of high school.

Luo Wan is smarter than ordinary girls. She is very good at math and we all chose science, so in the second year of high school we became classmates again.

Her grades are better than mine, because my junior high school is a good friend who can talk about everything, so I got closer in the class, which made other students always think that I was already a boyfriend and girlfriend. Whenever I wanted to explain it, she was generous and never denied it.

The emotions of youth are so subtle and nonsensical. I don’t know when she started falling in love with me. Maybe we all come from the long-term love.

We don’t want to attract the attention of the class teacher, and we don’t want to alarm our respective parents. Our relationship is not open-minded.

She always urges me to study behind my back and helps me solve some difficult questions from time to time. Thanks to her encouragement and help, my academic performance has always been pretty good. Although I can't compare with her, I can always maintain a middle-to-high level.

The three-year high school career came to an abrupt end with the end of the college entrance examination. Walking on the boulevard, the smell of camphor trees was refreshing and cool with the summer wind.

I bought her ice cream, and I was a bottle of happy water. I talked about it one by one until a long time.

Her score is higher than mine. My family wanted her to study abroad, so I asked her if she had any favored countries or schools.She said she wanted to go to Canada, the maple leaf country known for its snow country.

She came to ask me about my thoughts again.

Although my score is not as good as her, I have heard of some of the situations of studying abroad. It is relatively easy to attend foreign schools. As long as you complete the procedures and pay the money, you can get there.

But what I am worried about is my family. What should I do if my parents don’t agree to me studying abroad?

She saw a trace of my loneliness and said with a hint of embarrassment, "Don't say no, you must convince your uncle and aunt to go abroad with me... I was stunned for a moment, and she continued to smile brightly, "Don't worry, if not, at worst, I can stay and not go abroad."

She always did this, and from time to time she would show her unique side in front of me. I wanted to ask her if she had made a decision, but she jumped and wanted to go home.

Huh…I’m going home.Li Junxiao, thank you for your ice cream.

As her figure drifted away, I protected my hands and shouted to her, Luo Wan, if you choose a school, remember to tell me...

Hugh… She turned around and smiled at me, then left the school gate.

I was about to leave school, so I went into the office and said goodbye to the high school class teachers and substitute teachers one by one. I talked to them about some interesting things in the past class, and then discussed school selection and major selection. The teachers treated me well, and I knew everything. After chatting for a while, I didn't want to disturb their work anymore, so I chose to leave.

Finally, he returned to the classroom and said goodbye to several classmates who had not left in high school for three years. At the end, he exchanged each other's WeChat messages and made an appointment to meet again after the New Year.

Holding the college entrance examination score sheet and an application guide, I went downstairs and started to rush home. Thinking that my mother was still waiting for me at home, I speeded up.

My mother has a poetic name, Hua Jingshu. According to her mother's recollection, this is a poem taken by her grandparents from the first collection of poems in ancient China, "The Book of Songs". There is a sentence in "Bifeng·Jing Nu" that says, "The quiet lady is waiting for me to be in the corner of the city."It means quiet and beautiful.

My mother is 38 years old this year, she is nearly 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 100 kilograms.

I used to study in the music department in school, and I married my father and had children early during my school days. In terms of marriage, it was still a bit avant-garde in her era.

Although my mother is nearly 40 years old, thanks to her good maintenance and her natural beauty, her ruthless years have not left any traces on her, making it difficult for outsiders to identify her true age from her beautiful appearance.

My mother is not a pretentious woman. She pursues truth, goodness and beauty. She always has many shining points on her body. She always brings beauty to people, a kind of image of a big sister next door.

Against her tall figure and moderate weight, my mother is not only slim, but also has a charming appearance.

The thick eyebrows and big eyes, the calm eyebrows and eyes always seemed to have smiles, and the pair of big eyes as clear as lake water contained all kinds of tenderness.

Under the delicate nose, there are pink lips like rose petals. Every time you open your mouth, you will always emit a charming fragrance.

And her fair skin, which has been baptized by the years, has not turned yellow and loose, but can still be as white as a girl.

I like the way my mother smiles the most. There is a charming dimples beside her curved mouth, and the black fog is like a charming eye, hiding many intoxicating charm.

Moreover, my mother's figure is impeccable, with her plump and strong breast curves, a slender waist with a strong and bulging buttocks, and a pair of long legs with white and lustrous under her skirt. My mother has a devilish figure, which is not only the external beauty. In her occasional physical contact with her mother, I learned that her body is also full of elasticity and softness.

It's similar to what is described in most incest novels or Japanese AVs. In addition to thinking that my mother is beautiful, gentle and easy to get close to, I also have an indescribable sexual impulse towards her.

However, although I have had fantasies about my goddess-like mother since I entered puberty and was influenced by the Internet, I know that it is just the result of hormone secretion, and I don’t expect to be able to fall in love with her one day like a mandarin duck.

My mother has loved me since she was a child and worries about me many things. She will coax me and wipe my nose and hug me when I cry. This is the case with only children. She agrees to everything I don’t ask for.

But she also has a strict side. She will wear something wrong and will teach me a lesson before letting me reflect.

I remember when I was a child, I had a fight with a lower-grade student and beat a boy's face to the blue, and his parents found my home.

Not only was I scolded by my mother, she also slapped me in the butt with a broom, and then asked me to reflect in the wall in the study.

The reason was actually just because the two sides argued about which mother was more beautiful. Of course, I thought my mother was beautiful and punched the boy. However, even after listening to my truth, my mother did not give me a good look. It was not until I aggrieved that she took out the fruit and small candy to comfort me.

Every mother wants her son to be successful. Out of importance to education, she cannot let her children fall behind and lose to social competition. As long as my grades decline, she will scold me hard. I never dare to disobey my mother, so I have fear and love for my mother. Her angry look is a different kind of beauty in my eyes, which is the beauty unique to a mature woman.

Having such a mother with me is so bitter and sweet.

My father is a small boss. He inherited the family's industry in his early years. He said that the boss is actually not large in scale, but because he is engaged in foreign trade, he also made a lot of money.

After my mother gave birth to me, she didn't look for a job. In addition to doing housework at home, she sometimes went to school to work as a part-time teacher. She used to learn music and also played a good piano. Of course, part-time jobs are not for making money. It's just a hobby of my mother, and it's more about doing charity and passing time.

Thanks to this good family condition, my mother does not need to show up in life. It is precisely because of this that when I was young, she had more time to tutor my studies.

Others are all busy with work outside and have no time to spend with their children. They either find a tutoring class or tutor to deal with it. However, my mother has different educational concepts for me. She feels that education requires subtle guidance from parents to enable children to grow better.

So she always takes care of herself, teaches me how to learn, teach me how to be a human being, and teaches me how to cultivate independent aesthetics and value.

Growing up in this environment makes my relationship with my mother more intimate than an ordinary mother and son. It can be said that my mother's contributions are mostly half of the achievements I have made today. I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart.

But on the other hand, this unusual contact was inevitable that I could eat a lot of her tofu, such as the plump breasts she showed when she was guiding me to study, or the beautiful scenery flashing under my skirt when watching TV on the sofa, which made me have uncontrollable and charming thoughts about my mother.

Speaking of my mother's marriage, my father Li Lanxing is three years older than his mother, but he is a little worse than his mother in terms of education and appearance.

My father does not have a tall figure and an outstanding appearance. I don’t know how my mother fell in love with her at that time. Judging from the current society, it will definitely be hopeless to pursue her mother.

Even so, it does not affect my father's status in my heart. He is still the one I kiss and admire.

Maybe it was because his mother had a strong husband, or after marrying her, his father was more motivated and inherited the family's small property, he was unwilling to stick to his shortcomings. He did not live and wait for death like other playboys, but instead took one step at a time. After more than ten years of hard work, he found a decent company.

My mother is self-disciplined and decent. In the past ten years, there is no other man except her husband.

Although she is mature and beautiful, she is already a mother with a child, she still has no shortage of suitors around her. Glorious women always attract the attention of the opposite sex, including handsome young men younger than her, and social celebrities older than her.

But my mother always keeps the moral character that women should have, and never gives those people a little hope.

From a girl in love to a woman with one son, the mother experienced a love relationship with her father and a joy of having a son.

The short and wonderful time, as I grew up, brought about the decline of "passion" in their husband and wife's relationship.

Life always returns to peace, or it just means that marriage is the grave of love, and people in life seem to be bound to be together.

An old couple, when the relationship is exhausted, the father is busy with his business every day, and the mother is left to guard her children.

Under my mother's teachings, I am a sensible child. I never cause trouble for the couple, and I am always coordinating the atmosphere at home.

Although the relationship between mother and father is not as good as that when they were young, it is still very enviable compared to most people.

But recently, her relationship with her father seems to be a little bad.

As for what went wrong, they seemed unwilling to mention it to me, and I didn't dare to ask too much, so I could only be a firefighter behind my back.

Just a few days before the college entrance examination, a war broke out between them, just to not affect my exam. They were all very restrained, but they couldn't do it afterwards.

On the first weekend of the college entrance examination, when my classmates and I got home with each other, we met them quarreling.

They obviously didn't expect me to go home so early. My mother sat on the sofa and held her hands in front of her chest, with a pretty face indifferent and silent.

My father leaned against the dining table, and he was smoking a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw me opening the door, he slapped the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. He sighed and didn't say anything.

I was not surprised to see this. The situation between these two people must have been arguing before I came back.

After the hot war, there was a long cold war. It was common for us to know that the cold war was the most painful behavior. Every time the two of them quarreled, they were like this. No one was willing to bow their heads and admit their mistakes first, which made me, the son, every time. First, they apologized to their mother on behalf of their father, and then said a few good things for their father in front of their mother.

But the current situation seems a little different. No matter how I say good things, the two of them still look high-spirited.

This situation was rare before, and I was very upset. It is said that my father didn't know who he believed in, and he always suspected that his mother had cheated. My mother was the kind of person who could not be defiled. She had explained it long ago, but my father just refused to listen and was annoyed to ask. My mother was already numb and too lazy to answer again.

And the mother seemed to have grabbed some of the father's handles, saying that he was very close to his secretary. The two of them suspected that the other party had cheated, and then pointed at the other party and started scolding.

With my mother's character, of course I don't believe that she will cheat, but in front of my father, I can't persuade me anything.

I have seen my father's secretary several times. Although he is younger and more beautiful, he is very pale in comparison with his mother.

Long-term quarrels are not a solution. If this continues, a happy family will be about to fall apart.

I was very worried about my mother and father, but a young man who was only 18 years old was really helpless and could only hope that the scores that were quite satisfactory in the college entrance examination could ease their relationship.

In the summer, it was so hot outside that I was sweating. I rushed home all the way, but as soon as I opened the door, I heard a noise coming from inside.

The photos have been taken, but you still don’t admit that our Li family’s face is about to be thrown away by you.

It was my aunt's voice, why was she there too!

My aunt is my father's sister. My grandmother passed away very early. She took good care of her father and another sister as an older sister, so for the sake of the elder sister being like a mother, her words in the Li family are of some weight.

My aunt's words were a bit heavy. As soon as I entered the door, I saw her pointing at my mother, as if she was trying to stand up for her father.

When I saw that the situation was a little wrong, my aunt and dad stood aside. I was afraid that my thin mother would be wronged because of this, so I wanted to approach her after entering the door.

Unexpectedly, my aunt refused to give in. When she saw me coming in, she handed me a few photos without saying a word.My aunt is a relatively strong elder. I was stuck by the door and had to take it over and take a look.

In the photo, there is a man and a woman sitting on the sofa holding hands with each other. The man's figure is cut, obviously not his father.

Although the woman is just a back, I know that is her mother. Her beautiful figure is easy to recognize.

She held hands with a man. Although this did not mean anything, I knew in my heart that this was not very good.

She and her father are both well-known people when they are hang out in the mall, not to mention that my aunt has always been a person who can't tolerate sand in her eyes, so this time, I know that it was my mother who was in the wrong.

My mother sat on the sofa without saying a word, but she still looked as if she was drunk and awake.

But the red eyes showed that she had just cried. When she saw me come in, she thought that she had caught a savior, but I stopped moving forward and couldn't get close to her. This made my mother's warm heart fall to the bottom again, and her expression became even more sad.

As the saying goes, mother and son are in love. Looking at my mother's grievances, I was heartbroken and hurt, and I opened my mouth to speak for her.

My father saw my compassion. Since my father was often away, my relationship with my mother was more than my relationship with him, but this was destined to be a result of choosing one or two.

Seeing that I was moved by my mother, my father also spoke, saying how he worked hard outside and how he made money to support his family. Finally, he sighed and thought about what I was going to say.

My dad said the truth, a happy life cannot be separated from his hard work, he loves me and this family.

The two people in the house are my favorite relatives. I know that on one side I stand on will hurt the other side. It turns out that the person who makes the choice is the most difficult.

I was helpless. At this moment, I realized that as a young man, I knew very little about adults. Their pride and their stubbornness... After the fireworks, there was dust in the ground. No matter how beautiful the daffodils were, they would eventually wither. The flowers of love faded, leaving behind a pair of people who were uncompromising to each other, destined to be in the end.

So feelings are useless, and what is really decisive is the limitation of people being in life.

What else can I say? I was blocked by my mouth and found that I couldn't say anything. At this moment, my eyes turned red. I looked at my mother and dad again. I closed the door hard and entered my house. Even the college entrance examination score sheet in my hand was thrown to the ground.