"Have they arrived?"
"There's a bunch of people, how can I see clearly?" Old Jiang felt a bit exasperated; his lungs were itchy from anxiety.
Inhaler is a hero's friend.
"I gave birth to him, how can I not see clearly?" Li Hongmei was a bit annoyed. "That kid won't hand in his paper early."
"And then run off somewhere to secretly play on his phone, right?"
"Hey, no signal, what's the point of playing on the phone?" Old Jiang took out a cigarette but put it back because there were too many people around.
"You still think he's a kid? In a few years, he'll have his own kids."
With a bang, Li Hongmei lightly hit him, "You old rascal, what nonsense are you talking?"
There were many parents gathered at the school gate, some driving, some riding bikes, and many more who hadn't come.
The college entrance exam is a monumental event for students.
But for parents, it's more about planning one's life. Passing is good, but if not, find another path.
In a word, face reality.
