I saw this message on my father's mobile phone.

My dad doesn't know yet. In fact, I read this message seven years ago.

I was in the critical period of junior high school. I am delicious and healthy. The only fly in the ointment is that I don't study very well. There is a well-known foreign language school in our local area, which has become the most exciting dream school for teachers, students and parents with its unparalleled enrollment rate and legendary integration with international English education.

Before the result came down, my dad said excitedly, "All the money is ready for you. We will queue up for registration when the list comes out tomorrow morning. " My dad is really open-minded

I did get up early the next day. I was dragged out of bed by my parents at dawn. Because I know I'm indefensible, and I have to spend a lot of money at home, so I dare not speak out. When I arrived at the school gate, I found that it was crowded with people, mostly parents pulling their children. Everyone poked around in front of the bulletin board, quite a bit waiting to "reveal the imperial list".

The school is private, and the tuition fees are divided into three or six. There are scholars who have won full scholarships, scholars who have reduced some tuition fees, and scum like me who are waiting to pay high sponsorship fees.

By late in the morning, uncle security finally posted the list. My dad told me that he would queue up at the registration office first, and I would find my own name and copy my student number, saving time and killing two birds with one stone. I tried to find my name on the list in the crowded crowd, up and down, back and forth, left and right, back and forth. I found a classmate in the same examination room and a classmate in the next examination room, but I didn't see my name. I kept looking, up and down, back and forth, back and forth.

After confirming it several times, I have to face the fact that I am not on this list. Well, that is to say, I didn't even enter at my own expense. People around me were still pushing and shoving each other, and I stood there like a fool and fell like icehouse. At that moment, at the age of 12, I suddenly understood the true meaning of Sun Shan's failure.

I went to the registry to find my dad. I'm short of two or three people, and he'll be here soon. When he saw me coming, he smiled and asked, "Do you remember your student number?"

I mumbled, "No."

He wondered, "why don't you remember?" This is coming soon. "

My face is burning, and my voice is similar to that of a mosquito: "No ... no me."

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that my dad's smile froze on his face at that moment. He calmed down and patiently said to me, "How could it not be?" Let's go and see it again. "

He dragged me out of the hall and met some acquaintances along the way. Those uncles and aunts were quite enthusiastic: "Hey, you're here so early?" My dad bravely greeted me and I laughed at him.

Arriving at the gate, my father read the list carefully again before arriving. At last he found that there was no one with the same name, and he finally died. In fact, my father knew that I was not good at studying, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.

On the way back, I followed him in shame, surrounded by conversations between students and parents, some ecstatic, some complacent and some complacent. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected. I just think they are too noisy.

Later, on my way home, my father bought me a cone. He told me not to worry, and comforted me by saying, "There will always be a school." I'm really not worried. I have always thought that my father is a very knowledgeable and powerful person. Everyone in business respects him very much, and only he can solve the math problem that bothers me at home. I don't think there is anything in this world that he can't handle.

Until noon that day, I was bored and begged for a long time without summer homework. My dad finally agreed to lend me his mobile phone to play Temple Escape. Click to enter the interface, register a new account and fill in the verification code.

"Ding-"

"I'm sorry, I really can't help you about your daughter."

Suddenly, a short message appeared in front of me. Something happened, so I clicked in. One of my dad's recent posts was: "X Bureau, do something, the admission will be over in two days, and the children haven't studied yet." There is a lot of such news. Seriously, my dad's tone is quite modest. Fingers hanging on the screen like this, my heart is like a hole, mixed with acidity and loss. It seems that it was the first time I faced my father's difficulties and the helplessness of an adult.

Then I just took a deep breath and marked the news as unread. I pretended to return my mobile phone to my dad and told him, "Alas, the Temple Escape ate so few gold coins today." He rubbed my hairy head angrily and told me to take a nap quickly.

I was wandering, and suddenly he asked me tentatively, "Dear, do you particularly like foreign language schools?" I stared at the fan and said casually, "No, I don't think that school is very good." After a while, he said, "You are too young to know how important a good school is to the future." I smirked and said confidently, "I was young."

I don't know why, my father suddenly felt a little relieved when he heard this. He smiled and waved his hand: "You go to sleep quickly."

Looking back now, the cicada outside the window rarely stopped at noon that day. However, at the age of 12, I didn't sleep after tossing and turning. Maybe something called shame has sprouted. Really weak. That's when I realized. If I pay more attention to my class, will I be admitted? If I pass the exam, my dad will be so proud. There is no need to feel inferior for me.

Here's the thing.

Later, I stumbled all the way, and my math scores were still very poor. Fortunately, I don't have to study math after reading my favorite editing and directing department. I gradually took control of my life and began to do what I was good at. Writing a manuscript, looking for an internship and making a movie are very busy.

I seem to have inexplicably become the kind of great child that others call me. Actually, I know very well that I still hold my breath in my heart. Whenever I want to slack off, I think I'll just fool around, and I'll think of the hot noon of 12 for no reason.

I remembered the sweet cone my dad bought me, which was soaked into juice by the sun. Think of that little girl who is tossing and turning. I made up my mind to think of her little fist holding the flesh.

I remember him saying to me, "Hey, idiot, you still have to be the pride of dad."

Absolutely.