That summer was hot and long in Chen Jiancheng's eyes. It had been a year since his mother passed away, and there was a woman's shadow hovering in the air of his home. His father, who was getting more and more dressed up, smelled of perfume when he came home late, frequently sent text messages on his mobile phone, and kept asking Chen Jiancheng if he wanted a new mother.
In fact, all this does not matter to Jiancheng. He is already in the last semester of his senior year in high school. In half a year, he will move out of this house and go to school. Moreover, Jiancheng has his own idea. He wants to take the exam to another province, to Beijing, the capital of his motherland. Stay away from here, stay away from those kind-hearted uncles and aunts who sympathize with this motherless child.
After Qingming Festival, my father decided to marry the woman and only asked his opinion symbolically before he rushed back to school on Sunday. Jiancheng put on his sneakers and said "hmm" without looking back, thinking to himself, if I say "no", will you stop marrying me?
In fact, Jiancheng had been mentally prepared for his father's decision for a long time, but what he didn't expect was that his stepmother would bring a "little oil bottle"---the stepmother had a seventeen-year-old daughter who was in the same grade as Jiancheng in the same school. What Jiancheng didn't expect the most was that she was in the same class.