"There are many jobs a high school student like me can do, do I have to be a teacher?" Gao Jiazhi said.
Zheng Xianghong smiled and replied, "Being a teacher is quite good, but it's dangerous to be one now. Luckily, your school is closed, or I would be worried."
"Mom, why won't you let me join the military?" Gao Jiazhi asked again.
"Why are you asking so many whys today? I don't want any of you to join the military; it's too dangerous. I'd be worried sick at home, constantly on edge," Zheng Xianghong said.
Gao Jiazhi actually wanted to ask, "Mom, whose child am I really, and where's my birth mother?"
But the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back down. Gao Jiazhi lacked the courage to ask.
The love from his parents and his siblings was strong; Gao Jiazhi loved his family. He feared that once he brought it up, things would become awkward at home, afraid of both the confrontation and the possibility of having to leave this family.
