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

night.

It was the time when the white-collar workers returned home from school and the whole family had dinner. The old houses in the villages in the city were poorly insulated, and in the row upon row of low-rise buildings, the sound of thumping, thumping, and bursting oil was heard one after another.

Shang Yang carried a flashlight, earphones in his ear, wearing big shorts, flip-flops, and garbage bags, and went to the garbage bin in the community.

After throwing out the garbage, he walked through the small buildings where the sound of children crying was coming out, and when he walked to the front of the corridor, he looked up, and Li Qing was standing in the window of the living room, smiling at him while choosing vegetables.

The fear that had been floating in the dark night was washed away by the warm tide like sand.

He blew a kiss to Li Qing.

Turning the corner and entering the door from the corridor, he took out the key to open the door, but Shang Yang kicked a heavy object.

Squatting down and looking with the flashlight, it was a well-packed large plastic bag, which contained a coat, sneakers, socks and the PSP game console he left at home. Next to the plastic bag was a bag of walnuts and a handful of yogurt.

Shang Yang turned his head and looked back.

Across a low building, Shang Houde's car was not hidden properly, half of the car's ass was exposed.

The lights were on in the car, there should be someone, and there seemed to be smoke coming out of the car.

Not knowing what to feel, Shang Yang carried the things into the room and put them on the table.

Li Qing caught a glimpse: "Teacher Shang is here?"

Shang Yang smiled wryly: "Put the things down and leave."

Li Qing knew his knot in his heart and hugged his shoulder forcefully as if to comfort him.

Shang Yang squeezed out a smile.

After washing in the evening, Shang Yang lay on the bed, rubbed his fingers on the screen for a while, and clicked to send the text message that he had edited and revised more than ten times.

"Next time you come, don't rush away, come in and sit down. Also, pay attention to your stomach."

Although the scars are still stinging and the emotional gap is still wide, he can't overcome his fear and get along with Shang Houde day and night without any grievances.

But time is great.

Scars will always heal, gaps will be filled one day, and fear will eventually be healed by warmth.

——The 17-year-old is trying to learn to let go and cherish.

Seeing that the status of the text message changed to sent, Shang Yang felt relieved, and felt relieved from inside and outside.

He rushed over and hung on Li Qing's back who was flipping through the book.

"Li Xiaoqing, Brother Shang, I am [-] meters tall again today!"

Outside the window, in a car with his head hidden but his butt hidden, Shang Houde was lying on the steering wheel, holding his mobile phone, covering his face and tears, crying and laughing silently.

The significance of that text message to the relationship between Shang Houde and Shang Yang's father and son is no less than that mellow little ping-pong ball that broke the ice in Sino-US relations in 1972.

Shang Houde explained with practical actions, what is a son, you take the first step, and I will take the remaining 99 steps.

From that day on, Shang Yang would receive text messages of good morning and good night from his father every day.

For a week in a row, on time every day, Li Qing's breakfast table will have all kinds of Jiangcheng breakfasts that are not the same.

Fortunately, the variety of breakfast in Jiangcheng is only inferior to that of Cantonese-style morning tea, otherwise it would really not be able to withstand Shang Houde's loving heart.

Taking advantage of the breakfast and the opportunity that Li Qing 'happens' to go for a morning run every morning, Shang Houde also has the opportunity to 'drop in' to visit his son.

The topics of the two started dryly, "Grandpa is in good health recently", "The weather is really good today", "Today's face is too burnt", and gradually deepened to "You should pay attention to your stomach recently", "The doctor said my illness Much better''Don't study too hard, Dad doesn't expect you to be famous, as long as you are safe than anything'...

Shang Yang was a little moved at first.

But Shang Houde has been a teacher for too long, and his occupational diseases are very serious. In addition, he loves to talk when he is old, and he has an unusual treasure for Shang Yang...

The result of all these reasons is that he is very nagging.

One sentence can be repeated dozens of times like a cart wheel, and Tang Seng's magic spell is not so frenzied.

What's even more outrageous is that, as a child of someone else's family in Shang Houde's heart, Li Qing is often used by Shang Houde as an example to persuade Shang Yang.

Shang Houde: "Yangyang, you can't sleep late every morning, it's not good for your health, you see Li Qing gets up every morning for a morning run. Li Qing, tell me, right?"

Every time at this time, Shang Yang's gloomy gaze will sweep over in the next second: "Yes, Li Xiaoqing, are you right?"

Li Qing: ...

Li Qing seemed to be caught between the quarreling mother-in-law and his wife, pitying the weak and innocent son-in-law, not daring to follow Shang Houde for fear of being kicked out of bed tonight, and not daring to respond to Shang Yang who would hurt the heart of his caring old father...

"Ah!" Li Qing, who couldn't tell a lie, said dryly, "I suddenly remembered that I was urgent to pee, and I peed first."

Shang Houde: ...

Shang Yang: ...

Afterwards Li Qing practiced a new skill, as soon as he saw Shang Houde's car buttocks at the gate of the community, he used his urine to escape.

Shang Yang: ...

This perfunctory attitude of the husband and wife flying separately in the face of a catastrophe made Shang Yang very angry!

Therefore, Li Qing did not drink soy milk with added sugar for a week.

Fortunately, Shang Houde's busy schedule saved the precarious father-son relationship in time.

On Sunday, as soon as Shanghoude's car parked downstairs, Li Qing went out early to buy groceries with a keen sense of smell.

Shang Houde moved a box of Xinjiang dried meat brought by former students to visit him into the house, just before the chatter about "Shang Yang stayed up late playing games"...

Shang Yang suddenly said 'ah': "Oh, my heart hurts, my stomach hurts, my butt hurts, I need a good rest, Shang Houde, you should go back quickly." Then he pushed him into the car forcibly.

Shang Houde, who has nowhere to express himself in a full-fledged manuscript: Grievance Baba jpg.

After sending Shang Houde away, Li Qing still hasn't come back.Shang Yang sent a threatening chopper emoji.

Li Qing knew the truth and said, "I'm making spicy chicken tonight!"

Shang Yang hesitated for a second: "...well."

Li Qing said courteously again: "There are also boiled fish fillets!"

"!" Shang Yang was obedient for a second: "Little Shangzi asked Chef Li Ann, Chef Li, do you need to squeeze your shoulders and beat your back?"

Putting down his phone, he took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.He was humming a song and twisting his waist, rubbing the shampoo foam on his head, thinking about the last big chemistry question on yesterday's test paper that he couldn't solve no matter what.

Suddenly, the light bulb above his head flickered twice.

Shang Yang looked up at the light bulb, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

In the next second, the light bulb went out completely.

power cut.

Li Qing's house rented out half of the area. In order to save indoor space, the bathroom is extremely narrow and has no windows.

It was completely dark inside.

In order to be afraid of this situation, Li Qing had already placed two flashlights on the clothes rack in the bathroom and on the hook behind the door.

But I don’t know if it’s Shang Yang’s back today. When he subconsciously reached out to the clothes rack, he stepped on a puddle of water——

He fell down.

His back hit the ground, and the pain caused him to tighten his breathing for a moment.

He was lying on his side on the ground, struggling to get up, and continue to reach for the flashlight, but the clamoring black shadow and screaming screams that swelled countless times in his head instantly made him tremble unconsciously.

There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring down in the darkness.

The scene changed, and in the bleak autumn night, a naked woman with a big belly was lying at the door of the hospital, with blood gurgling from her lower body.The bleeding was so fast that there was only blood in his vision in a blink of an eye.

The frozen corpse-like baby girl opened her dead gray eyelids and gave him a ferocious smile.

The next second—

The baby girl burst out with a high-pitched voice that pierced her eardrums: "Giggle—brother—"

As soon as the picture changed, the woman came over at some time, wrapped him in her dead white and cold hands, and bent down as if to kiss him.In just a split second, countless blood spit out from that mouth.

Blood ran from his face and mouth.

The pungent fishy smell.

"Yangyang... Mom, I'm sorry, Mom is leaving—"

"... Get lost!" Shang Yang tried his best to bite his lip, using pain to drive away those horrible images and sounds, even though his whole body was trembling like trembling, he still refused to show weakness and let out a scream of fear.

"Get out of here!" He slammed the dirty things hard.

That's my mother and sister, stay away from them you dirty bastards! ! !

roll!

"Brother Shang?" Li Qing unscrewed the door, hung the key on the hook in the entrance, carried the vegetables in one hand, and lowered his head to change into slippers, "Spicy chicken is back."

In the afternoon sunlight streams in from the window in front of the desk, Gui Shishou crawls slowly in the glass tank, and the dust in the air wanders quietly.

No one answered.

"Brother Shang?" Li Qing paused as he changed his shoes, hesitantly noticing something unusual.He glanced up at the lamp in the corner of the desk above his head.

It was a blind spot, and it was always very dark, so Li Qing specially bought a desk lamp to keep it on.

Now the lamp is dimmed.

power cut.

No one answered the question, Li Qing glanced, and saw no one in the kitchen, second bedroom, or master bedroom.

So--

The plastic bag containing shallots and raw chicken came out of his hand with a bang, Li Qing grabbed the flashlight from the entrance and rushed towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door was locked from the inside, Li Qing pursed his lips, veins popped up on the back of his hand, and he tugged firmly twice.

wow——

The door opened.

The snow-white light of the flashlight pierced the darkness, and the humid and hot air enveloped the head and face.

Li Qing saw Shang Yang with his back to the door at a glance, half kneeling on the ground, the veins in his hands were bulging, and his waist and abdomen pulled out a curve as if a bow had collapsed to the extreme because he tried his best to restrain the trembling.

When he turned his head following the voice, the fierce eyes looking up from bottom to top made people feel chills in the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Shang?" Li Qing bent down and put his arms around Shang Yang, pulling back Shang Yang's body that was as tense as a rock due to the force, and kissing his eyebrows thinly and tenderly.

"Brother Shang, don't be afraid, I'm coming."

The nozzle was still on, and in the dark, dense scorching hot water poured down the head. Amid the sound of pattering water, Shang Yang tried his best to suppress the trembling knees, knocking on the tiled floor with muffled noises.

With the white light of the flashlight, Li Qing saw that the water running down Shang Yang's cheek was reddish.

There is blood in it.

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously lifted Shang Yang's face.With the help of the flashlight, Shang Yang bit his lip.The little bit of blood on the lips can be described as pale.

"Brother Shang!" Li Qing only loosened Shang Yang's teeth for a moment with the force of breaking.

In the next second, Shang Yang's teeth clicked, and he bit down on it in stress.

Li Qing sent his hand up.

The trembling biting brought severe pain, Li Qing didn't even move his brows, just put his arms around Shang Yang, patted his back lightly, repeating it over and over like whispering and comforting.

"Brother Shang, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Li Xiaoqing is already here."

The hot water line is pouring down from the top of the head, and the small bathroom is covered with damp mist.The snow-white light of the flashlight refracted the cold and fine light clusters.

A minute or more later, Shang Yang's trembling slowed down, his slack eyes seemed to gain focus, and he searched for Li Qing's face casually: "...Li Xiaoqing?"

"...It's me." Li Qing only felt that his heart finally fell back to his chest, and his legs went limp in relief.

"It's me, Brother Shang, it's me."

Shang Yang showed him a weak smile: "Li..."

Without waiting for him to speak, Li Qing suddenly rushed forward, firmly pressed the back of his head, pried open his clenched lips and teeth, and swept his tongue around the bloody mouth.

It was a kiss with blood.

The smell of blood made them confirm each other's existence.

After a while, Li Qing tore off the big towel hanging on the side of the bathroom, wrapped Shang Yang around him, picked him up in his arms, and walked into the bedroom.

Shang Yang lay on Li Qing's back and smiled: "Li Xiaoqing, I was saved by you again. Tell me, how do you want me to reward you?"

Li Qing put Shang Yang on the bed, wrapped Shang Yang in a blanket, and glared at him.

"Do not talk."

"Don't be so shy." Shang Yang's teeth were crackling from the cold, but he still insisted, "I can give you the favor of the pepper house and the position in the harem. Well, Li Xiaoqing, you don't want the position of the harem." The position of the master, although it is not impossible..."

Li Qing rummaged through the cabinets to find warm water and pills, put them in front of Shang Yang, and said bluntly, "Take the medicine."

Shang Yang obediently took the medicine.

"Li Xiaohua, according to the ancient rules, this is your contribution to saving your family, why don't I give you a plaque with a three thousand crown..." Shang Yang just swallowed the pill, and tried his best to pretend that nothing happened with a smile .

After picking up new clean clothes, Li Qing violently covered Shang Yang into his T-shirt, and roared angrily, "Shang Yang!"

Shang Yang was stunned by this anger.

Seeing Shang Yang's bewildered eyes, Li Qing knew that his tone was too hasty.

Seeing Shang Yang's nervousness of getting sick and the emotional agitation of regaining his loss made him lose his usual calmness.

He took a deep breath, sat next to Shang Yang, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Brother Shang."

Shang Yang turned to look at him.

Li Qing gently kissed Shang Yang's pale face due to fear and blood loss: "Brother Shang, I understand your stubbornness and persistence, you don't want to show weakness, you don't want to be underestimated by anyone, you want everyone to know that you are not defeated, You're optimistic, you're not afraid of them."

"but……"

"Brother Shang can be fragile, you don't have to force yourself to joke, you can show weakness naturally, you can be less sunny and optimistic, you can cry when you want to cry when you are sad..."

"Give my boyfriend a chance to give you a shoulder and play a role, okay?"

"OK?"

That calm and gentle voice echoed in his mind over and over again, resolutely vibrating the last line of self-protection in his chest, allowing his suppressed exhaustion and pain to find a gap and let it out silently.

Shang Yang's tears finally fell silently.

"……it is good."

Early in the morning.

Upper Creek High School.

At 07:30 in the morning, the peak time for students to get up early to go to school.Recently, the second grade of high school also started summer supplementary classes.Various types of bicycles, battery cars and motorcycles crowded at the school gate, forming a bustling traffic flow.

The dean and student union cadres who were late had already stood at the school gate.

Seeing the familiar bald head of the dean, the students either hurriedly ate the buns, bought some bread, or ate bowls of noodles while walking, all quickened their pace.

It was at this time that Zhang Hongtu's car slowly drove into the campus.

"Someone caught it?" Zhang Hongtu's face that had been slumped for a week finally showed a stern smile, "Okay, I'll go there right away."

The ferocious expression made the driver turn his head and glance at him.

"Knock down the window." Zhang Hongtu said seriously.

The driver knocked down the window.

On the outer wall of the school is the familiar caricature of mountaineering and two lines of slogans written in blood-red paint.

The painting that was plastered yesterday was restored by the students in less than a night.

"Finally I got caught." Zhang Hongtu showed a stern smile, "Let's see what you guys plan to do this time!"

In the last grade meeting, he couldn't force him to find out who was drawing the painting, but he was humiliated by someone at the meeting.

On the same day, he asked someone to plaster the painting with lime.

Early the next morning, the painting appeared on the outer wall of the school again.What's even more infuriating is that if you look closely, you can see that the brushwork is different, and it was restored by another group of people.

Zhang Hongtu immediately made people look at the wall day and night, so as not to let people scribble any more.

The harsh creative environment obviously failed to dispel the enthusiasm of the students, but inspired them even more.

Inheriting the wisdom of their revolutionary predecessors, they fought a guerrilla war with the janitors in which you chase me and run, you run and I paint, you shoot back and I continue to run, and you turn your head and I paint again.

The struggle can be described as epic.

For a week, Zhang Hongtu came to the campus every day, and he could find that the painting was brand new and fragrant, appearing in a new corner of the campus.

He was so angry that a circle of fire bubbles appeared on his mouth.

Yesterday, he specially sent seven or eight janitors to wait outside the courtyard wall, and he finally caught one of them.

At the grade meeting.

There were more than 1000 high school sophomores and seniors in the audience, and they were so crowded that they occupied the entire playground.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the stage.

On the stage.

Zhang Hongtu grabbed the short and skinny boy, an unlucky boy from Class [-] of liberal arts, by the collar, and carried him onto the rostrum.Facing the student, he sternly announced the student's identity and punishment.

"Parents are requested to jointly educate and record a major demerit once. If there is a repeat offence, they will be expelled from the school directly."

There was a little commotion among the students below.

Even the morning breeze that crowded the students in summer brought a bit of restlessness.

Zhang Hongtu sneered and said: "I know what you are angry about. But before making a decision, you'd better think about it, think about why you chose Shangxi to go to school in the first place, and think about the consequences of your doing these things. Your family background is If you are not rich, once you are expelled from school, there are not many who can afford high borrowing fees."

"After leaving here, you have no other way out!"

"I want to learn from the students in the city to fight for freedom and equality, but I don't think about whether you have the qualifications."

The school radio was newly replaced, and the sound was loud and clear. Zhang Hongtu's words were sent to every corner of the campus, vibrating back and forth.

"After leaving here, you have no other way out."

"I don't even think about whether you have the qualifications!"

The rebellious hearts of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys were poured into the head by a basin of ice water, and the suffocating desolation and sorrow silently permeated from their hot hearts, drowning the life that should have been. Hot flames.

In a trance, they recalled a year ago.

It was also such a clear morning, in the hot summer morning wind, the kind middle-aged fat man smiled at them.

"You are a group of children with great potential and countless possibilities."

"You just need to study hard and leave the rest to me. Let's create a miracle together, okay?"

--"OK?"

——"You are not worthy."

The crowd was dead silent for a long time, the voices of the two principals seemed to be still colliding in the air, the snow-white blade light reflected people's eyes, and the clanging and clashing sounds of fierce weapons were sharp and clear.

Zhang Hongtu let out a sneer on the rostrum, like an enemy leader who saw the enemy's defeat and fled.

In the next second, he widened his eyes in astonishment.

In the bright golden morning sun, the children raised their heads again and stared at Zhang Hongtu.

His unyielding eyes were as bright as a sharp blade.

On that day, Zhang Tujiu's car was covered in bird feces.