After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

On the seventh day of Li's mother, Shang Yang, Shang Houde and Yu Fei accompanied Li Qing to visit the grave in the cemetery.

It was a rainy day in early June.

Jiangcheng is located in the middle of the country, and every June and July will fall into a long rainy season. The sky seems to be overcast with water, and there will always be mildew drizzle for more than ten or twenty days in a row.

Because I haven't seen the sun for a long time, the tentacles of my underwear on the balcony always feel damp.

As soon as Shang Houde's car drove to the cemetery, the few people got off the car in the cemetery when they were shocked by the howling mountain wind.

The dark blue gray mistly enveloped the field of vision, the vast dark clouds in the distance faintly rolled in muffled thunder, and the cool wind blew up everyone's forehead hair.

Shang Yang covered his forehead with his hands and looked up at the sky: "It looks like there will be a heavy rain today."

Yu Fei also looked at the sky: "It should still be a big thunderstorm."

Shang Houde watched for a while: "Let's go."

The green pine trees swayed with the wind, and the boundless mountain breeze was cool and strong. Several people's T-shirts were blown up, and they walked up the steps of the cemetery.

Tomb-sweeping in the mountains is not allowed to burn open flames.

Li Qing and his party ignited the paper money they brought in the unified large iron stove provided by the mountain.

The flames were blown out of a cool blue color, rolling unburned ashes one after another, rushing to the edge of the stove.Everyone watched until the flames were extinguished and the last sparks fell, and the choking smoke was carried far away by the wind.

Li Qing quietly looked up at Yan's whereabouts, turned his head for a long time and said: "Let's go."

A group of people went up the mountain.

Li's mother's tomb is halfway up the mountain, with a thin green pine next to it.As if it had been broken vigorously by someone, there was a huge burl in Qingsong's waist.

This tumor caused the green pine to grow crookedly, and then it raised its head straight up again.

Because of this unattractive tree, this cemetery is not very popular, and it took several times longer to sell than other places.

When Li's mother moved Li's father's grave, she caught sight of this tree.

Looking at the swaying branches and leaves in the wind, but the tall and proud green pine trunk, Shang Yang suddenly remembered the tattoo on Li Qing's back.

It is also a green pine that has been broken and stood upright.

Stubborn to the sun.

Unyielding soul.

Before Li's death, Li's mother asked to be buried with Li's father.Therefore, next to Li's mother's tomb is Li's father's tomb, a square gray stone tablet with gray and black fine moss on the edge, with five characters written on it - Li Changyun's Tomb.

Under the vast sky, two graystone tombstones stand side by side, like a husband and wife.

Shang Yang and his group stood a few steps away from the tombstone, leaving room for Li Qing.

Li Qing knelt in front of the tomb, lit the incense, put it in the small censer in front of the tomb, cleaned off the moss and fallen leaves on the monument of Father Li with his bare hands, and wrapped the red ribbon around the monument.

"Abba, Muma, I'm here to see you. Don't worry, I'm doing well. Muma's insurance money has arrived. Now I don't have to sell vegetables, and I can sleep all night every day. Last time the school said I gained weight and gained a little weight. I said quit, and the people in those restaurants were quite reluctant to bear me. The third year of high school was too busy, so I couldn’t do it. I transferred the business to Uncle Wu. Mom, do you remember Wu? Uncle, right? It’s the one that used to feed our family fish. His eldest son graduated and couldn’t find a job, so he planned to sell vegetables. When I turned the stall over, Uncle Wu specially sent me a [-]-jin fish Big Caiyu, it took me a week to finish it... It would be great if Mommy was here, you like to eat Caiyu the most, you must be very happy..."

Despite the distance, the wind tirelessly carried Li Qing's restrained voice over.

Yu Fei turned his head away.

Shang Houde wiped his eyes.

Shang Yang looked up at the stele.

The portrait of Li's mother was taken when she was 30 years old, and the black-and-white film cannot cover up the woman's extremely beautiful and gentle face.

Just like the way she begged him gently in the ward that day.

"I can't guarantee what will happen to the young relationship in the future." Shang Yang solemnly promised in his heart: "But now, Aunt Jiang, don't worry. I will definitely take good care of Li Qing for you."

"Be his last relative in this world."

Probably because Li's father and mother were worried, Li Qing's eyes were red, but he did not shed tears in the end, and only solemnly kowtowed three times.

Shanghoude, Yufei and Shangyang stepped forward one by one, placed flowers in front of the tomb, and bowed to Li's father and Li's mother.

Yu Fei put away a bunch of white chrysanthemums: "Aunt Jiang, Li Qing is my brother, don't worry."

Shang Yang solemnly bowed three times like Li Qing.

Shang Houde didn't say a word, choked up and turned his head.

At twelve o'clock, a group of people set off to walk down the mountain.

The weather is getting uglier.

It was as dark as night, and the clouds were so heavy that they seemed to press down.The strong wind that hits the face already has the humidity and dullness of thick water vapor.

It's going to be a thunderstorm today.

When the car drove all the way back to the vicinity of the school, everyone in the car was very quiet.

When he got near the small pharmacy, Yu Fei got out of the car first and waved to several people.

Shang Yang also waved to him.

Then came Li Qing.

Standing at the door of the car, he bowed to Shang Houde in the wind: "Thank you Teacher Shang today."

Shang Houde waved his hand, signaling for him to hurry into the house so as not to catch a cold from the wind.

Shang Yang lay on the window of the back seat, his head came out restlessly, blinked at him, and made a gesture with his little finger.

This is the secret signal for the two, meaning to meet in the afternoon.

Li Qing's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded slightly and smiled at him.

Shang Houde started the car again.

Shang Yang opened the car window, and the strong wind outside the window poured in.His slightly longer bangs were blown up by the wind: "There should be a heavy rain today."

Shang Houde held the steering wheel and hummed absently.

Shang Yang turned his head and glanced at Shang Houde.

After seeing Li's father's tomb in the cemetery, Shang Houde has been like this, out of his wits, and his mood is even lower than Li Qing's.

Shang Yang was a little puzzled.

When the car drove to the gate of the community, the sky became even more gloomy.The heavy dark clouds hanging low seemed to be on the roof of the building.The strong wind threw plastic bags of sand and gravel with fallen leaves of phoenix trees into the sky.

Shang Yang stubbornly protected his bangs with his hands, and rushed into the building: "My hairstyle..."

Shang Houde followed closely behind: "Yangyang, when you go upstairs, don't take four steps at a time, be careful not to fall."

Shang Yang went upstairs in a hurry: "Ah? What are you talking about, the wind is too strong, I can't hear you!"

After returning home, it was a rare afternoon when Shang Yang was dizzy from hunger at five o'clock in the afternoon.

He sent Li Qing a kissy expression, flirting with him every day.

Li Qing blushed back.

Satisfied, Shang Yang put his phone in his pocket, pulled on his slippers, and went out to look for food.

As soon as he arrived at the living room, Shang Yang could smell the strong and pungent smell of alcohol.

Shang Houde was sitting in front of the window, holding a bottle of Moutai, his face flushed from drinking, but he was still pouring himself the wine: "Good wine."

"Why are you drinking again!" Shang Yang pinched his nose, stepped forward and snatched Shang Houde's wine bottle, "Shang, don't you know that the hole in your own stomach is about to leak into a sieve? !"

Shang Houde tilted his head and blinked: "Hey hey hey...it's rotten like a sieve!"

Angrily, Shang Yang went to the bathroom to get a hot towel, and roughly wiped Shang Houde's face to wake him up.

Shang Houde was so wiped that he struggled a few times, opened his eyes, and looked at Shang Yang for a long time: "Yangyang..."

Shang Yang thought this guy was awake, and was just about to do it again with a towel.

Shang Houde tilted his head and said in horror: "Yangyang, why do you have two heads!"

Shang Yang: "You only have two heads, and your whole family only has two heads."

Shang Houde: ... "There are four eyes, two noses..."

Shang Yang: ...

Hold.

His IQ must have been infected by the idiot named Shang.

She covered Shang Houde with a thin blanket to prevent him from catching a cold after drinking.Shang Yang covered his nose and opened the living room window to breathe.

By accident, he glanced down and saw Li Qing.

With his pockets in his pockets, he leaned against the wall in front of the gate, staring intently at the gloomy sky in a daze.

Li Qing was born weak and afraid of the cold, and was still wearing a white long-sleeved sweater during the rainy season in June. His hair was slightly wet, and a little bit of wet hair stuck to his forehead. The jet black color and porcelain white face formed a shocking contrast.

Even in the June rainy season, that handsome appearance is still eye-catching even through the air of the five-story building.

Shang Yang supported the window lattice with his hands, couldn't help admiring it for more than ten seconds, and clicked his tongue triumphantly.

Such a good looking person.

It belongs to his family.

"Li Xiaohua." Shang Yang folded his hands into a microphone shape, and shouted to the downstairs, "Look up at Brother Shang."

Li Qing looked up as he said.

Shang Yang blew a kiss to him across the fifth floor.

Li Qing watched him make a fuss and offered treasures, showing a clean smile.

There is an electronic access control downstairs, and Li Qing cannot get in without a card.Shang Yang guessed that he probably wanted to come in after other residents.

He wanted to go downstairs to pick him up, but Shang Yang glanced at Shang Houde's drunken appearance, and dismissed the idea.

He quickly went to the shoe rack in the entrance to get the key, then leaned back in front of the window, and threw the key and the access control down together.

"Li Xiaohua, it's done."

Shang Yang couldn't make it right, Li Qing didn't catch the key.He took two or three steps forward, picked up the key, and waved it at Shang Yang, signaling that he was going upstairs.

Shang Yang then made preparations for Li Qing to go upstairs.

The first is to take care of Shang Houde, a drunk who has fallen asleep.

After putting away the wine, Shang Yang went to the bathroom to get a hot towel, wiped Shang Houde's hands and face, and dragged him to the sofa to lie down, covered with a blanket.

He was busy with his work, when he suddenly heard Shang Houde seem to be talking, intermittently, unable to make up a sentence.

"Li...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Shang Yang:?

He put his ear to it, tried to listen, and repeated.

"Chang Yun, I, I'm sorry for you?"

Long cloud?

Why is this name so familiar?It seems, as if I heard it somewhere...

Thinking of something, Shang Yang's face suddenly changed drastically.

Shang Houde suddenly trembled violently, curled up into a ball, and sobbed.

"Chang Yun, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the fire, your admission ticket..."

Shang Houde seemed to be terrified, his whole body trembled into a ball, his lips were trembling, showing a kind of bluish white.

"But the fire is terrible, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid..."

Shang Houde seems to have returned to 26 years ago.The next day was the college entrance examination, and he was responsible for leading the students. After a busy day, he fell asleep in the office.

When he was awakened by the thick smoke... the office building was already on fire, and his eyes were red with flames. The scorching heat made his hair smell burnt.

His first reaction was——students' luggage admission tickets and files!

Since he was going to leave tomorrow, all these things were left to him to keep.

Enduring the high temperature and thick smoke, he grabbed the students' luggage and exam admission cards and ran out.In the fire scene, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a small black figure running past.

After a while, I thought it was just an illusion.

After running out, he realized that one person was missing from the admission ticket.

Li Changyun.

The smartest and most energetic boy in the class.

He wanted to rush in and look for it again.

But he dared not.

The fire was already raging to the sky, and the huge flame engulfed his low dormitory, and he didn't have the courage to rush in again.

He... dare not.

"I'm a coward. My carelessness and cowardice hurt you. Changyun, I'm sorry for you."

"Changyun, I'm sorry..."

Next to the sofa, Shang Yang held one of Shang Houde's shoes and stood upright as if struck by lightning.

Changyun...is Father Li's name.

Li Changyun.

Li Qing.

As Shang Houde himself said, these are the two best students he has taught in more than 20 years.

Everything is strung together.

Li Qing once told him on the rooftop at night that his father had good grades in school, but he just missed out on Tsinghua University due to some mistakes in the college entrance examination.

In the same year, his parents who supported him died, and his brothers did not support him to repeat his studies.He can only regret quitting his studies.

Because in that fire, Shang Houde alone missed Li Changyun's admission ticket.Shang Houde has always felt guilty towards Li Changyun and cannot let go.

That's why seven years ago, when he heard that Li Changyun had an accident on the construction site, he took all the family's money to the hospital.

He wants redemption.

This is the beginning of another tragedy

——Shang Yang's mother passed away unexpectedly, and Shang Yang and his six-year-old friend were just passers-by.

For more than 20 years, fate has roughly swept across two generations, firmly tied the two generations of the two families together, and cut rough and dull wounds, revealing the rough and sharp skeleton of life.

The root of all long-cherished wishes lies in that unexpected fire.

Shang Yang found that his hands were trembling and trembling uncontrollably, holding on to the armrest of the sofa, he slowly fell to the ground.

More than 20 years ago, Tsinghua seedlings in the late 80s, even Shangyang, understood the vast future contained in it.

It was a gift from fate.

But because of Shang Houde's carelessness and cowardice that night, he was burned in that fire.

Shang Yang's hands were still shaking.

He heard the whistling wind, he didn't know whether it was from outside the window or from his heart, the manic and desolate voice seemed to blow him to explode.

It is very difficult for poor families to escape their fate.

If the fire can be stopped in time, Li's father may not be able to do a great job with his free and easy personality, but he will be able to ensure food, clothing and prosperity for the rest of his life.

He didn't have to go to the construction site to earn extra money in order to prepare for the architect certificate, so he wouldn't encounter that accident.

Li's mother would not get hepatitis because of selling blood to raise money, nor would she be coveted by others because of orphans and widows, nor would she die of aggravated illness due to long-term fatigue of supporting the family.

Li Qing was imprisoned for manslaughter in order to protect his mother, and he would not bear a terrible reputation and be isolated and rejected by everyone.

Li Qing really shouldn't be like this.

The accident more than [-] years ago completely changed the fate of everyone in this family.

If he could have predicted all this, Shang Yang believed that Shang Houde would never hesitate at the moment he rushed into the fire.

But this is the cruelty of fate. When you make a bad decision, you can never predict its impact ten or twenty years later.

You can only regret for him for the rest of your life.

The air was so quiet that it was almost suffocating, only the drunken Shang Houde howled like venting.

"It's been 27 years, Chang Yun, I still remember the trusting eyes you looked at me and said that I was the person you admired the most."

"Six years ago, before you left, you held my hand and asked me to take care of Li Qing and Su Lan..."

"But I didn't do anything... Li Qing still encountered an accident..."

"Su Lan is still leaving."

"Chang Yun, I'm a trash, and your teacher Shang is a useless trash."

click...

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Shang Yang raised his head in a daze, and saw Li Qing carrying a box of couple's lung slices.

Under the silver lightning that tore through the pitch-black sky, he stood still, his lips trembled, his complexion was bluish-white with blood loss, but his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.

Shang Yang stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound: "..."

boom -

The thunder that tore people's eardrums exploded over the city.Bean-sized raindrops fell with a crackling sound, hitting the window with a thumping sound.The sky seemed to have leaked, and the water poured down in torrents.

After a long day of rain, it finally fell.

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PS: The original outline here is that Li Changyun was replaced by an impostor because of his good grades in the college entrance examination. Then Shang Houde went through the procedure himself, told Li Changyun that he failed the exam, and felt guilty for Li Changyun.

Due to political sensitivity, it was changed to this.

Always uneasy.

I feel that the current plot is a bit far-fetched, but it can't be helped.

If I don't change it, I can't even write it.

PSS: The second volume is over.

The plot is officially halfway through, all the foreshadowing is over, and the plot has officially entered its climax.

There will be no abuse between the two emotional lines, I promise.