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Chapter 4 Guiding the Maze

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    When I got home, I didn¡¯t feel sleepy at all. I tossed and turned and couldn¡¯t fall asleep. It seemed that my nose always smelled the girl¡¯s unique fragrance on her body. I¡¯ve never smelled that unusual and unique fragrance. Holding hands with her appeared repeatedly in my mind.  Every detail of her, her smile, every gesture, every gesture.  In the middle of the night, I finally fell asleep in a daze.

    Early in the morning, I was awakened by the harsh alarm, but was surprised to find that my lower body was wet and sticky.  The sheets that were originally clean were still wet in a large area. I reached out to touch it, and sniffed it. There was a strange strong smell.  Thought I wet the bed last night.  Isn't that embarrassing, an eighteen-year-old boy wet the bed after holding a girl's hand?  Afraid of being discovered by my parents, I immediately grabbed the sheets and sneaked into the bathroom, destroying the evidence as soon as possible before they got up.  I put the unwet half of the sheet under my armpit, carefully spread the wet part with my hands, quickly rinse off the sticky stuff under the tap, and then soak the whole sheet in the bathtub  inside.  My heart was tense and still pounding.  The sound of rushing water still woke up the mother. She poked her head out of the door with sleepy eyes, and asked inexplicably: "Son, what are you doing? Why are you getting up so early this early in the morning? Turn this faucet  Close it." I lifted the sheet from the bathtub and said seriously: "Mom, I think this sheet is quite dirty, I felt itchy when I slept on it last night, so I soaked it and washed it." "In this case,  Just wash it, keep your voice down." Mom turned and went back to the bedroom, throwing down these words.  The stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.

    My mother's name is Lu Xueyi, and she is as her name suggests, with bright eyes and white teeth, beautiful and beautiful.  After she went back to the bedroom and lay down, she secretly thought about why my usually taciturn and withdrawn son has been a different person recently.  I am eighteen years old, and I am in the third year of high school. My academic performance is not bad. Except for my poor English, my grades in other subjects are relatively satisfactory.  The ranking is always fluctuating around the top ten in the class, and it is erratic. If this grade is to be admitted to a key university, it will really make my mother sweat for me.

    My parents are very worried about my college entrance examination this year, and they always hope that I can spend more time and energy on my studies.  Dad has only one education method, and that is nagging, which is a piece of cake compared to his previous education method of beating or scolding.  You have to know that when I was very young, he would not fight back when he hit me and scolded me.  It's not what it used to be, now I'm tall and strong, young and strong, and my father is already old and dying, how dare he be rough on his son again?  Whenever he nags, our ears can callus.  Even so, my ears are quite thick, and I always let it go without seeming to take it to heart.

    To be honest, I belong to the kind of student who is smart but can't always work 100% hard (maybe most high school boys are like this now).  It can't be all their fault, after all, the schoolwork load is too heavy.  It is normal to not be interested in these so-called scientific and cultural knowledge that may not even be useful to one percent in the future.  I applied pressure to acquire the current level of knowledge. My mother felt that I had done my best, and it can be said that I suffered a lot.  After all, I am not one of the very few geniuses in exam-oriented education, so even though she was worried, she never nags me or asks for specific requirements. She only hopes that I can be sensible and do my best.

    In the evening, I went home and drank a large glass of water in one breath, and then sat directly next to my mother, hesitating to speak, embarrassed.

    My mother saw that I was worried and needed help, but she didn't press me directly. She was watching TV and doing her needlework as if nothing had happened, waiting quietly for me to speak.  Finally I couldn't help but speak.

    "Mom, I like a girl in my class, what should I do?" My fair-skinned and tender face was flushed to the base of my ears, my eyes were full of confusion, shyness and anticipation, and I regretted a little bit after I said it  meaning.

    Although my mother was mentally prepared, she was still taken aback.  I didn't expect my son to ask such a question, and he went straight to the point, hitting the nail on the head.

    She tried her best to keep herself calm, because she knew that I must have mustered up a lot of courage to say this, and she didn't know how many times her son had to fiddle with it in his heart before he could say it!  And this is a question that a son in the world will ask his parents one day, but it comes too early, a bit suddenly.

    My mother's eyes never left the TV, and she peeped into my uneasy heart from the corner of her eye.  I was observing her attitude, looking forward to her answer.  I am eager to get a reference answer to this question from her, and I am also eager to learn her "problem-solving method" from someone who has experienced it. At the same time, I can see that I am also mentally prepared for her stress response.  Never lose your temper, she told herself.  That can only make things worse, and even??, the problem you are facing now is not as simple as whether to pursue or not, or how to pursue it.  Even if I teach you how to chase her, is it possible for you to get married now?  Don't say that you are under the legal marriage age now, but in the most realistic way, why do you support her?  You can't take money from Mom and Dad to support your wife, can you?  "

    I nodded thoughtfully.

    "Dropping in love and getting married means forming the most basic social unit, or social cell, that is, a family. Forming a family means not only taking on family responsibilities and fulfilling family obligations, but also undertaking social responsibilities and fulfilling social obligations. All of these  It is a very important responsibility and obligation in life. Once this responsibility and obligation is assumed, it cannot be taken off your shoulders. If you take it and cannot bear it, regret it and want to retreat and become a deserter, it not only means  You are a coward, it is as simple as being ridiculed by others, and society does not allow you to do so. The power of morality and law will prevent you from gaining a foothold in this society. I don¡¯t want to say how important it is for you to study now, love will  Distracting attention, affecting learning, etc., can you afford these responsibilities and obligations? You don¡¯t even have the most basic living conditions to support yourself now, how can you talk about taking responsibility and fulfilling obligations?  ? Are you right?"

    "I haven't thought about this." I sighed, "Oh, love is so complicated! So what should I do?"

    "Learn from each other, make progress together, catch up with her with your grades, bury this feeling in your heart for the time being, and try to meet her in the same famous university next year. Then I will teach you the truth of chasing girls. Okay?  "

    "Okay, it's a deal."

    Seeing that I had made up my mind, my mother secretly rejoiced, because she knew that in the future, I would not need her to talk nonsense, nor my father to nagging, I had already equipped myself with nuclear power in my heart.  This is the charm of love, even if it is the first love at the beginning of love.

    "Mom, I still have a question that I don't understand?" When my mother thought that the pleasant mother-child conversation was about to end successfully, I suddenly asked.

    "My dear son, do you have any questions?" Mom couldn't make herself unloving.

    "Many students in our class also encountered this problem. When they asked their parents, they either scolded or beat them violently. Many students dared not ask, so they exchanged 'experience' with each other in private. Why are you different from them?"

    "Are you telling the truth?" Mom looked straight into my eyes.

    "Of course I have to tell the truth." I listened intently.

    "That's because you are already 18 years old. If an 18-year-old boy is not interested in girls, it would be terrible!"

    After finishing speaking, my mother laughed loudly, and subconsciously reached out and touched my head again.  I yelled "Indecent! Your words don't count!" I jumped up and fled away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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