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Because Sheng Yinzhou's voice was not comfortable, so they went to a congee shop and had a bowl of porridge at noon.

Originally, Xia Zifeng wanted to go to play with Sheng Yinzhou, but Sheng Yinzhou suddenly received a phone call saying that he had something to leave first. They separated at the door of the porridge shop opposite the hospital.

"Well, it's only ten minutes after a bowl of porridge."

Xia Zifeng pulled up the zipper of the windbreaker and took advantage of the green light in the last few seconds to cross the zebra crossing and returned to the hospital.

"My dear father!"

Xia Zifeng returns to the Department of respiratory medicine and knocks on the door. When Xia Nanbo comes to open the door, he is surprised for a while.

"Why are you back?"

"You don't seem to welcome me very much."

Xia CI Fengshun closes the door and follows Xia Nanbo into the doctor's lounge in the Department. He finds that Xia Nanbo hasn't finished his soup yet.

"Didn't you say you'd like to have dinner with your classmates when you meet them? Why did you come back so soon? This is not your style, Comrade Xia Cifeng. "

Xia Cifeng moved a stool to sit at the table and watched Xia Nanbo eat. He swallowed his mouth in silence.

"If he has something to do, he will go first."

"Sheng Yin Zhou, right?"

Xia CI Feng instinctively responded, "eh? How do you know? "

"Just before you came, he came to me to get the medicine. Last time you saw him, he had a great reaction. How do you know?"

Xia CI Feng sat on the stool shaking, pursed his lips and nodded.

After eating a few meals, Xia Nanbo found that Xia Cifeng was still sitting opposite him and did not want to leave. He took the back of his chopsticks and knocked him on the head.

"What are you doing here? If you have something to say, go home if you don't have a word. "

Xia Nanbo stepped on the stool and pressed it down. He thought for a while and decided to discuss it with Xia Nanbo.

"Dad, we'll be in liberal arts and science next semester."

Xia Nanbo bit the chicken and nodded, indicating that Xia Cifeng continued.

"So I wonder if I want to study liberal arts."

"Do you want to study liberal arts?"

Xia Cifeng nodded seriously, "I prefer liberal arts subjects, more jumping, not as rigid as mathematics and chemistry, which is challenging for me."

After hearing Xia Cifeng's words, Xia Nanbo put down his chopsticks and raised his head to look at him. Just when Xia Cifeng thought he was going to say something big, Xia Nanbo picked up his chopsticks again.

"All right."

Did not expect to be such a situation, Xia CI Feng felt a little flattered for a while, subconsciously blurted out: "is that it?"

"Otherwise?" Xia Nanbo was very open-minded, "although from the current situation, it is obviously more difficult for liberal arts students to jump in thinking than science, and the college entrance examination is also very unfriendly to liberal arts students. However, if you want to learn liberal arts, it's your own decision, it's your own life, and I don't think liberal arts is so bad. Now that we have divided liberal arts and science, there must be reasons for the existence of liberal arts and science. Which subject do you like and can make some efforts for it? I think it's OK. "

Xia Cifeng listened blankly, and Xia Nanbo continued: "you have reached the age when you have the right to make choices for your life. Besides, even if we are your parents, we can't interfere in your life and live for you. My point of view is very simple, parents are not for you to make every choice in life, ask you to follow this road down the existence, but when you can't see the direction ahead for you, the lantern. Since you can see the road ahead, why should I use the name of "for your good"