Several elders also started laughing, but most of them still laughed with Qinghuan.

Li Heng smiled and asked Wei Qingfan: "Do you know the meaning of this name your uncle gave you?"

Wei Qingfan smiled and said: "I know, Su Shi's "Xi'er Poems"."

Wei Qinghuan asked: "What?"

Wei Qingchan said: "It's the song 'Everyone raises his son to be smart, but I was mistaken for being smart'."

"Oh." Wei Qinghuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

"It doesn't matter if you are ordinary or have a good career, as long as you live in peace for the rest of your life."

Li Heng sighed and then smiled: "Actually, when Qinghan was choosing a name, your uncle prepared two names for you, and there was also a name called Qing'an. Later, your parents each wanted one and asked you to draw lots.

Sure, you caught Qinghan..."

Wang Qing asked her son: "Do you know what 'cold' means?"

Wei Qinghan nodded.

Wei Qingchan said: "Why are you nodding your head? Tell me."

Wei Qinghan flattened his mouth and said: "Hanwei, humble."

Li Heng smiled and said: "Actually, it has two meanings. If you live an ordinary life, it is better to live an ordinary life. If you work hard and make a difference because of our poor family environment, that would be even better."

Seeing the four children nodding together, indicating that they understood, Li Heng seemed to have thought of something, and asked Wei Qingfan: "Your mother said that you have chosen to participate in the city's essay competition, right?"

Wei Qingfan nodded.

Li Heng smiled and encouraged: "Work hard and perform well."

"The city's essay competition?"

Wei Zheng was also a little surprised, "That's okay. This quota is quite precious. It's really good for you to get one..."

He nodded in approval, and then asked: "How is your school divided? Do you choose one or two people from each class? I remember that the number of places should not be that many."

"Other classes seem to have only one place, but our class has two." Wei Qingfan told the truth.

Wei Qingchan just heard the news that Wei Qingfan was going to participate in the essay competition, and she subconsciously wanted to speak, but was interrupted by her parents one after another. She seemed to have changed her mind and did not say anything.

At this moment, she finally spoke again: "It seems that there is one quota for each class in the second year of high school, and there are only a few quotas for the entire grade for the first and third years of senior high school."

"Huh?"

"That spot is quite rare!"

Everyone else was a little surprised when they heard this. Even Wei Peng and Wang Shuhua were surprised, and they realized how difficult and outstanding their son was to get this spot.

Wei Zheng pondered: "Maybe it's because the senior three students have to review, and the first-year students have just entered the school, so most of the places are given to the second-year students. This is reasonable..."

Then he said to Wei Qingfan: "Listening to what you said, your class teacher should have specially applied for a quota for you."

Li Heng interrupted: "Didn't Qingfan score very high in the Chinese composition last time he took the exam?"

"Yep."

Wei Zheng nodded in agreement, "So I think it was their class teacher who made an exception and applied for an extra spot, and he applied for it. This really means that he values ​​you very much, and it also shows that your performance during this period is indeed excellent."
Chapter completed!