Mr. Ba said he didn't want to be famous with money

Qianzhu's footsteps stopped.

The corridor suddenly became quiet, the sunset had already set, and the faint moonlight slowly sprinkled into the corridor with the rising cold color.

Qian Yingdi's expression was also shrouded in darkness.

"Why did you ask about this?" After a while, he turned the key and unlocked the door for Ning Shao.

"You are very similar to someone I met before." Ning Shao said.

"who?"

"A little boy with a red suitcase."

"..."

The door opened, and Ning Shao turned on the room light amidst Qian Zhuo's hesitation, and the dormitory suddenly lit up with a dim yellow light, shining on the young man opposite.

The young man was a few centimeters taller than him, and the skin on his face was delicate, like egg white that could be broken by blowing bombs, youthful and full of vitality.

The same was true of the boy who held him tightly back then.

"If he grows up, he will be your age." Ning Shao compared the characteristics of the two, and couldn't help but said, "When I was young, I remember his name was this before."

hour.

Chizuru finally raised his eyes to look at him.

After ten years, when they saw each other again, they mustered up the courage to approach him and approach him, but he didn't expect that when Ning Shao called him that again, he still felt his heart beat violently.

"Why are you standing there?" He suddenly remembered that young man's caring but indifferent voice a long time ago.

At that time, he turned his head and saw a teenage Ji Zhao carrying a schoolbag, standing on the edge of the river beach, looking at him motionless.

He looked down at himself again.

The river water in early winter is already cool, and there is a biting cold in the soles of the feet.He frowned and spoke fierce words.

"You don't care about me!" He realized that his tone at that time was really very proud.

Ji Zhao was stunned, and said, "Actually, I didn't want to bother you, but I see that you have been soaking in the river for half an hour, don't you feel cold?"

Cold, of course cold.

Xiaojiu said angrily: "So what if it's cold? Anyway, I'm a child that no one cares about. Even if I drown here today, no one will be sad for me."

"Won't your mother be sad?"

"No, she died long ago."

"What about your dad?"

"No, he has several wives and a large group of sons. My mother died early, and my grandfather's family went bankrupt and jumped off a building last year. Now I am the one he hates the most."

"..."

There are people worse than him in this world.Ji Zhao moved his eyes, looked at the suitcase next to the boy, and then at the vast lake in front of him, and tried to persuade him once before.

"That can't be said in the same way. If you commit suicide here, those who will care about you in the future want to be sad for you, and they won't be able to find you."

This time it was Qianzhuo's turn to be stunned, he thought over and over again, and said: "If you say it this way, it seems that I am at a loss."

Ji Zhao nodded.

Xiao Qianzhuo said again: "But living up to now, I feel that my life is meaningless!"

Ji Zhaodao: "Then make it meaningful. The original 1, 2, 3, and 4 in mathematics are also very boring, but with X, Y, and Z, the topic becomes more interesting."

"What are X, Y, and Z?"

"Unknown."

The boy's eyes lit up, he let out an "oh", and slowly shrunk his toes in the cold water.

After one or two minutes.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"I figured it out! Isn't it just adding someone to my heart?"

"Then why don't you come up?"

"Hmph, my feet are numb."

"..."

In the end, it was still the boy who carried the boy on his back, led him out of the water step by step, and helped him put on the small leather boots that had been placed.

The boy's leather boots are of good quality, a luxury that Ji Zhao has never worn since he grew up.But the boy didn't care, he hugged Ji Zhao's neck tightly, and hummed: "You saved me today, and you will be responsible for me in the future, do you know?"

"You are a crooked theory."

"I don't care, what's your name? Where do you live? Which school do you study in? I'll go and play with you every day from now on, okay?"

Ji Zhao thought, not good, not good at all.He is also a child without a father, and his mother is struggling to survive. The only way out for him is to study.

He doesn't want anyone to disturb his study at all.

But after a few vague words, Ji Zhao met the boy again three days later.

This time the boy was outside his school, surrounded by a group of older punks, he was huddled in a corner, and some people kept groping on him.

"Little brat, hurry up and take out something else!" The gangsters not only searched the boy's body, but also took off the boy's expensive watch and exquisite bracelet.

"That's all I have!" The boy was forced to hide in a corner, his nose was bruised and his neck was swollen, and he shouted loudly: "You take my toys, take my money, and you want more money!" What did you take away from me? I don’t have anything anyway, why don’t you take my life away!”

His unusual reaction startled the gangsters, and they wanted to shut the child's mouth quickly.

Ji Zhao was also taken aback. He somehow walked over and told a group of unscrupulous teenagers to call the police immediately if they continue to mess around.

The unscrupulous teenagers obviously recognized this excellent student who was often represented on the rostrum, and they didn't dare to do anything more, so they left in embarrassment.

But the boy jumped up and grabbed Ji Zhao.

"I found you!" The boy seemed very happy. "You are indeed a student here! Are you good at studying? When I heard you speak politely that day, I felt that you were different from others!"

Ji Zhao was frightened by the boy's enthusiasm, and hurried to pull the boy's hand away.

"Ah!" the boy cried out in pain.

Ji Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he hadn't seen him for a few days, the boy's fair skin was covered with dirt, and his arms were still a little red and swollen, as if he had been beaten.

"Where is your home?" It was not reassuring to leave him outside, Ji Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"I have no home!"

"So where do you live now?"

The boy rolled his eyes, and immediately took Ji Zhao's hand.

He led Ji Zhao through the ordinary streets, and came to an abandoned waste acquisition factory. Inside was an abandoned ferris wheel room crookedly upside down. The boy climbed in with a smile, and waved to Ji Zhao.

Ji Zhao followed suit and finally saw where the boy lived.

The glass of the small wing was broken, and the wind was blowing, a suitcase blocked the vent, a thin quilt and several expensive dolls were placed on the seat.

"You're going to sleep here?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't I tell you to go home and find your father?"

"My father doesn't care about me!" the boy said, "I went out alone for half a year last time, and no one came out to look for me except Uncle who married with my mother."

"...Then what do you eat?"

The boy opened the suitcase and handed Ji Zhao a biscuit.

Ji Zhao held it and was speechless.

He was immersed in his studies and rarely commented on the things around him, but every time he met this boy, he still felt that the boy's life was too absurd.

But the boy didn't feel it, he tore up the wrapping paper and looked at the night sky that was getting dark.

"Hey, I thought it wouldn't be too long this time, so I brought less food."

"Why not for too long?"

"Because I don't plan to go back."

Ji Zhao suddenly seemed to understand something, and stopped talking.

The boy leaned over again and looked at Ji Zhao carefully: "Does the X, Y, and Z you said last time still count?"

"what?"

"Unknown!" the boy blinked and said, "My life is so boring, no matter how hard I try, the inheritance will not fall into my hands, and no one in my family will care about me. I need unknown as my motivation , you come to be my unknown number!"

Ji Zhao frowned, with resistance written all over his face.

"Don't you want to?" The boy laughed, "Then let me be your unknown number!"

Ji Zhao was taken aback.

"You saved me, you have to take some responsibility for me." He repeated again.

"What kind of theory is this?"

"Correct theory."

"..."

The boy smiled slyly, and suddenly rushed to Ji Zhao's side to tickle him.

Ji Zhao was immediately provoked by him to giggle.

He knows that his life is also very boring. He conquers mathematics, physics and chemistry every day, and is immersed in a digital world.If he left these, he didn't know how to face his family, those cold and mocking eyes from Ji's family.

His only way out is to study.

He shouldn't have been distracted.

But now, the boy is illuminating his computing world with a mighty ray of sunshine.

He is absurd and uninhibited.

But Ji Zhao felt that such a boy was not annoying, and he could even tolerate such a person blending into his study and life.

Later, he knew that the boy was called Shi.

Seeing that the boy was hungry, he started bringing some meals to Shi.Later, his mother thought that he had finally made friends, and often prepared two lunch boxes for him and Xiao, and told him to get along with friends and remember to be friendly.

He carried a lunch box, went in the evening and returned in the evening.

until a certain day.

He walked through the familiar streets with his schoolbag and an empty lunch box on his back, when he suddenly saw thick smoke billowing in front of him, and neighbors pointing and pointing under the dormitory...

He saw someone carry out a stretcher.

Ning Shao's memory also ends here.

The two of them looked at each other quietly in the room. After a while, Qian Yingdi finally touched the center of his eyebrows and smiled shortly: "Mr. Ji, I was discovered by you."

"You are the young master of the Shi family. The Shi family is a family business, and the current helmsman has had many commercial marriages. One of them was a marriage with the daughter of Tong's Heavy Industry at the time, but not long after, the daughter passed away from depression after giving birth. , Tong’s Heavy Industries went bankrupt, leaving only one young son.”

These are exactly the same as those repeated when I was young.

Qianzhuo smiled helplessly: "Ji Zhao, I know you have Xinrui Tianhe, but you have to leave me a pair of underwear for pickpockets, right?"

Ning Shao looked at him seriously.

Qian Yingdi sniffed, and said again: "Back then you suddenly disappeared, and I haven't given you the old account of abandoning me!"

That year, Feng Shaoyan died, died in the sea of ​​fire.

He lost the blessing of this mother, dropped out of Jingyang's school, and was forced to be taken back to Ji's family.

Ning Shao was speechless, he suddenly thought of many things, and suddenly said: "Qianzhao Culture is also your property, right? His registrant's surname is Qin... Is he the same Uncle Qin who sponsored me to continue my studies?"