What's wrong with the fake daughter? Sister is still the god of gold

After school.

Qin Fuyao stayed behind to sort out the attendance sheet, which delayed him for some time. He was the last person to leave the classroom.

As a result, when I walked to the bottom of the teaching building, I found that I had left something in the classroom and was hesitant about whether to go up to get it...

It’s so confusing!

While she was struggling, she looked up and found a head on the edge of the roof. It was hard to see if you didn't look carefully.

It's so strange. The door to the rooftop of the teaching building is usually locked, so no one has the chance to go up.

After all, the rooftop is for students...

suddenly!

A "suicide case" exploded in Qin Fuyao's mind.

Could it be today?

Before her brain could think, her body reacted first, taking two steps at a time and striding upstairs.

Ran to the sixth floor in one breath.

Sure enough, the door to the rooftop was not locked.

Maybe it was because it rained last night, the ground was very wet and there was a lot of moss.

Qin Fuyao didn't dare to breathe. He looked up and saw a boy standing on a shaky stool, raising his legs to climb up the fence.

Her temple throbbed violently.

"No!" Qin Fuyao wanted to shout this, but found that he had lost his voice, so he ran over with all his might.

Before he had taken a few steps, he fell on his back.

She ignored the pain and quickly got up.

The boy seemed not to hear the noise and stood up on his own, looking at the huge and empty campus with loss and melancholy.

If only someone could hold her back now.

But, there won’t be any.

Not now, not later, and never.

He couldn't understand how people could live such a miserable life.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the ground far away from the rooftop. His handsome face was a little pale, like a fragile doll. For a moment, he wanted to retreat, but found that he had no reason to retreat.

there has never been.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes in despair.

Just when he thought death would come first, he felt a warm touch on his wrist.

Yes, is it an illusion?

"Bang——" is the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

The boy was pulled down by gravity, with half of his body weight falling on Qin Fuyao.

I'd really appreciate it.

She gasped, "Hiss!"

Eyes facing each other.

The boy's eyes were moist, kind and innocent, as if they had not been polluted by the world.

These were some of the most beautiful eyes Qin Fuyao had ever seen.

"Hey, are you okay?" She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she had survived a disaster, and was glad that she had managed to hold on to a living being this time.

fortunately.

Seeing that the boy didn't say anything and just stared at her blankly, Qin Fuyao endured the pain in her body and crawled up from the ground in an awkward posture.

She glanced at her bleeding palm and extended her other hand to the boy who was still sitting on the ground.

Wait until the boy stands up.

Qin Fuyao was still a little scared. He first calmed down his nervousness, then said, "Don't be so depressed in the future. If you are not afraid of death, how can you be afraid of living? No matter what happens, you should not give up your life."

"Even if the sky falls, there are still tall people to hold it up. Although you look 1.80 meters tall, there are many people taller than 1.80 meters in the world."

"To sum up, we should cherish our lives, ok?"

The boy looked confused and couldn't hear what she was saying at all. He could only try hard to decipher the words through her lip movements.

But the effect is minimal.

Qin Fuyao saw that she had said a lot of things with great sincerity but got no response at all. She thought that he was pretending to be cool and instantly felt a little frustrated.

"No, buddy, are you dumb?"

After some effort, the boy finally understood the second half of the sentence. He suddenly became nervous, pointed to his ears and shook his hands.

When Qin Fuyao saw the gesture, it was like a bolt from the blue.

No, what was she farting just now?

Damn it!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Qin Fuyao apologized repeatedly, wishing he could kneel down to say it. When he realized that the person in front of him couldn't hear him, he quickly took out his cell phone.

She typed a message on her phone: "Hello, I'm Qin Fuyao from Class 11, Grade ."

Show it.

Seeing this, the boy also took out his phone from his pocket and typed in his memo: "Hello, I know you. I'm Xu Xu from Class 2, Grade ."

Xu Xu, lifelike.

After this person's death, there were some articles about him, but they were not long.

Unknowingly, a new character was unlocked...

Qin Fuyao said "Oh", nodded, and said affirmatively: "Your name is very nice."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Xu Xu couldn't hear him, so he lowered his head and typed again, "Have you eaten?"

Xu Xu shook his head, a gleam in his eyes.

Qin Fuyao continued typing, "Then go home early for dinner."

Xu Xu nodded, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

Qin Fuyao was still a little worried and continued typing, "How about adding me on WeChat? I'll treat you to a meal next time I'm free. I know there are a lot of delicious dishes."

Xu Xu nodded vigorously.

After adding each other as friends, the two left the rooftop together.

When Qin Fuyao parted ways with Xu Xu, she repeatedly emphasized that they should have dinner together when they were free. Only after seeing that he really had no thoughts of committing suicide did she feel relieved and go home.

When he was sure that Xu Xu had completely disappeared from his sight, he revealed his vulnerable side. He could no longer endure the pain from his ankle and began to grin and say "Shaha".

Limping, preparing to go to the health center.

The reason I didn't show it just now was because I was afraid that Xu Xu would feel guilty.

It can be understood as dying for face and suffering in life.

Look at how serious this incident was. It made her cry.

As Qin Fuyao walked, he weakly raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Fuyao——"

Finish the ball.

Qin Fuyao didn't even need to look back, he already knew who the owner of the voice was.

Why does Lu Congheng always appear when she is at her most embarrassed? Another unsolved mystery in the world.

"Hi, Brother Congheng, what a coincidence!" Qin Fuyao turned his head and quickly composed himself.

He smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Are you just passing by?"

Lu Congheng didn't know how he met her again, and said helplessly: "Don't talk about me first, why are you covered in scars?"

Really.

Can life still be normal? He was either caught in the rain or injured, and it made him feel heartbroken again and again.

This can be considered as an experience of what it feels like to have a younger sister.

What's going on? Little Sister is really ahead of her time.

"Hey, I was brave and righteous, these are my medals." Qin Fuyao openly showed the scratch on his palm, "It's just a minor injury."

What a joke! We, the eagle-like women, are all about never giving up.

Lu Congheng reached out his hand as if possessed by a demon, holding her wrist, with a worry in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.

He asked cautiously, "Does it hurt?"