I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"The horoscope does not match, and the destiny is wrong,"

In the first week of school, there was no evening self-study. After school, Chu Tingdong went to wait for the bus.

No. [-] Middle School was originally known for being small and shabby, and the Xiujing Street where it was located was also an old street, crowded with low, old-style residential buildings, and the densely packed wires above the head crossed the gradually deepening night like a net.

In the evening, there are all kinds of food stalls outside the school, grilled cold noodles, Kanto boiled bean paste and ice powder... Bamboo skewers, broken plastic bags and food residues are all over the floor.

The water in the moat next to it is very shallow and smells slightly.

Chu Tingdong searched the navigation with downcast eyes, frowned slightly, and put the mask back on.

The whole city is not big, and after ten minutes, he found the old tube building.

This place is about to be demolished, but the original residents have not yet completely moved out. The corridors are full of sundries, and several bicycles are crowded together.

He went upstairs, walked outside the copper-yellow anti-theft fence door, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

"It's all about you. You have to let your son go to a competition. Don't you feel bad when you see it?" Wu Yulan's voice trembled, as if she had been crying for a long time. "It's alright now, are you satisfied? Only a dozen His legs were abolished at the age of one, and he became a disabled person! How do you let him live in the future?"

"Don't say it so harshly, how can it be so serious?" Chu Henglin said dissatisfied.

Even the nights in midsummer are hot and dry, but the old corridor is very cold, and the injured ankle is aching.

Chu Tingdong's expression was hidden in the dark corridor.

He waited silently outside the door for a few minutes, until the quarrel gradually subsided, and then he took the key to open the door, and said calmly, "Don't quarrel, the transfer procedures have been completed, I can just go and repeat my studies."

No one thought that he would come over suddenly, Wu Yulan and Chu Henglin were both stunned.

Chu Tingdong just came to pick up the suitcase, and before the application for accommodation was completed, the things were temporarily put in the old house.

He went to the bedroom to pick up the suitcase and was about to leave.

Chu Henglin has always been very dissatisfied with his decision to transfer schools. This time, he drove back to Ningcheng by dealing with the old house that was about to be demolished. He thought that Chu Tingdong would listen to his persuasion, but he did not expect to be so stubborn.

With a gloomy face, he stared at Chu Tingdong as he walked out.

Wu Yulan couldn't care less about arguing with her ex-husband, she hurriedly changed her shoes, and followed Chu Tingdong downstairs, trying to help him carry the suitcase.

"It's okay." Chu Tingdong avoided her hand.

"I've discussed it with your Uncle Zhong before, and I think it's more convenient for you to live at home," Wu Yulan couldn't help persuading him, "There is only one boy at home, and he is in the third year of high school like you, so living together is not a problem."

Chu Tingdong did not agree, "I will live in the dormitory for a while first."

He felt a little awkward and inconvenient moving over suddenly, since they were all strangers after all.

Not only was the stepfather and the younger brother whom he had never met, he was not even familiar with Wu Yulan before he was injured and retired.

His parents have long separated from each other, and he has only met Wu Yulan a few times in the past ten years.

Wu Yulan still wanted to persuade.

"Mom," the word rolled on the tip of his tongue before he called it out. Chu Tingdong had no choice but to find an excuse, "My legs are inconvenient."

"Well...the dormitory is fine." Wu Yulan's face was a little pale, remembering what she said upstairs just now, she didn't know how much Chu Tingdong heard, she pursed her lower lip, and pleaded cautiously, "Xiaoye, wait How about going to have a meal first and then go back to the dormitory?"

She took Chu Tingdong's arm and smiled at him, the fine lines at the end of her eyes looked gentle under the corridor lights.

Chu Tingdong paused slightly, and replied, "Okay."

Changed his name once before he was in primary school, but Wu Yulan is still used to calling him by his old nickname.

It was getting dark, and after dinner, he took Wu Yulan home first, and then returned to the dormitory. He found that the neighborhood was not far from the school, and the bus was less than two stops away.

The phone vibrated on the way, and the school committee added his contact information when he went to pick up the books during the day, and just pulled him into the class.

A dozen messages flooded out of the group in an instant.

Chu Tingdong glanced at it, and found that it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't look any further, and opened a group message so as not to disturb.

-

Zhong Xun bought a box of Band-Aids at the pharmacy downstairs.

There was a night market not far from the neighborhood. He hadn't had dinner yet, so he went to buy some oden cooking first, and took a bite with his head down.

He was a little upset and wanted to buy a bottle of water, but when he walked to the entrance of the small supermarket opposite, he found that the glass door was locked.

Bad enough.

Zhong Xun murmured in his heart and turned to leave, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar coffin face.

Chu Tingdong held his mobile phone and frowned slightly. He went to the dormitory to pack his luggage, searched for the nearest store, and wanted to buy something, but he didn't expect it to close so early.

"What do you want to buy?" Zhong Xun asked.

Wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts, he stood at the bottom of the steps with a steaming oden.

The hair has been dyed back to its original color, and the jet-black broken hair swept over the drooping eyelashes, as if she was born with an innocent beauty, very small, and the platinum earrings on one side were shining brightly, but I didn't notice it during the day, and they all blended with the yellow hair All in one.

It may be that the oden is too hot and spicy, and the lips are still wet and red.

Chu Tingdong almost didn't recognize it.

Zhong Xun frowned slightly, anyway, he was on the way... Before the other party answered, he said without thinking, "Follow me."

After speaking, he turned around and walked around a dark alley without even street lights.

Squatting or standing at the entrance of the alley were a few smoking young men, with the same style of yellow hair on their heads, surrounded them like a boss, enthusiastically, "Brother Xun, I haven't had an appointment for a long time, let's go to the billiard hall tonight? "

"No." Zhong Xun directly refused, took a cigarette skillfully, then suddenly remembered something, handed it back, "Forget it, I have to pinch it later."

After a few minutes, he stopped.

Chu Tingdong raised his head and saw a dilapidated and low door-faced house, hidden in the corner of the alley, every piece of peeling paint seemed to call that it was a black shop.

Zhong Xun bent down and pulled up the rolling door, calling him, "Come in."

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong silently looked at the signboard which was completely invisible in the dark alley, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he bent over to follow him in.

But the door is much more spacious and clean. There are a few old but neat couches next to the coffee table, and the old-fashioned TV is a little bit snowy, and it is broadcasting the evening news.

There was a little girl with pigtails sitting on a small bench sucking glutinous rice balls, she was six years old at most.

Zhong Xun snapped her fingers loudly with her right hand, and she suddenly turned her head alertly, like a puppy, leaned over to sniff him, and then looked at the wound on his face with wide eyes.

"No smoking," Zhong Xun said, "Why are you alone?"

As soon as the words fell, a gray-haired grandmother came out of the kitchen with a bowl of glutinous rice balls, with deep smile lines at the end of her eyes, "Xiao Xun, have you eaten tonight?"

As she said that, she looked behind Zhong Xun curiously again, "I haven't seen this kid before, so I thought it was Yijin."

"I've eaten." Zhong Xun looked back at Chu Tingdong, "This is... a classmate, here to buy something."

Chu Tingdong didn't speak, but nodded.

"Go," the old man said with a smile, "Your grandpa is still awake, so he is probably over there."

Chu Tingdong followed Zhong Xun to the next door, there seemed to be a family on both sides, the wall in the middle was broken, and the door was forced open.

The next door looked like a normal small shop, but I didn't see any old grandpas, only the sofa by the window was unusual.

Zhong Xun pulled down the light cord, walked over, and took out a person among a pile of quilts of unknown shape.

Followed by a strong smell of wine.

"Third Uncle," Zhong Xun said in a displeased tone, and kicked directly, "Wake up, are you still doing the door-to-door business?"

Chu Tingdong: "..." It's more like a black shop.

"Aren't you bothered?" The man was wearing a messy white chicken nest, opened his eyes a little, waved his hands towards the clock, turned around and went back to sleep, "it's all on the shelf...find it yourself."

The shelves were fairly clean, so Chu Tingdong took the power strips for the dormitory, a few towels, and a pack of cigarettes, and turned to pay.

There is a window behind the cash register, and he discovered that the other side of this small shop is an indoor ice rink, which may also sell tickets for the ice rink. The price is printed on the window glass, which is faded and hard to see.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and there were few people skating.

"A total of 46, just put the money on the table, or scan the code." Zhong Xun went to the other side to turn off the headlights for the ice rink at night, and when he came back, he glanced at the things in his hand.

Chu Tingdong went to scan the QR code.

"The one at the alley and this one are chain stores, and there are no other stores nearby." Zhong Xun took a bottle of water and said, "Next time you buy something and the door is not open, come here. You can enter from the front ice rink, my grandma sometimes has deafness, you just took the money and left."

For some reason, two small supermarkets with a combined area of ​​less than [-] square meters can be considered chain stores.

"Thank you." Chu Tingdong was a little speechless, turned his head, lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette.

The small supermarket was about to close, Zhong Xun passed by and pinched the little girl's cheek, and then went out with Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong thought that Zhong Xun lived here, but now it seems that he is not.

But he didn't ask much, and Zhong Xun didn't speak.

The moonlight illuminated the alley very brightly. Zhong Xun endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, and asked him, "Why do you look at me in the bathroom during the day? Am I ugly like that?"

Actually not.

Although from the first time we met, Zhong Xun was like a puppy whose tail was trampled on, but that face was still pretty even if it was bruised, and there was a natural coolness when he didn't lose his temper.

He even had a bit of an occupational disease. He felt that if the coach was there, Zhong Xun would be very suitable for figure skating, both in terms of face and figure.

At that time, I just overheard Zhong Xun's phone call and was a little sensitive, but Zhong Zhonglin suddenly said that he had something to do at night and couldn't accompany them for dinner, and he didn't see the so-called younger brother either.

Moreover, he always felt that Zhong Xun looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

But he didn't need to explain so much to strangers, he just said seriously: "Sorry."

"Do you think it's ugly?" Zhong Xun asked stubbornly.

Zhong Zhonglin slapped him on the face on purpose, and the wounds left were all on the surface. It has been like this since he was a child, but thinking of the look in Chu Tingdong's frown, he still panicked for no reason.

He raised his head and glanced at Chu Tingdong, remembering the review that he hadn't written yet, and seeing that he was not pleasing to the eye, he hinted: "Your eyes are not very good."

"I don't think you are ugly," Chu Tingdong paused, his voice was cold, "It has nothing to do with me."

-

Zhong Xun walked to the door of Yiling Internet Cafe, raised his hand to scratch his messy hair, and suddenly regretted that he left just now, he should have fought with Chu Tingdong.

Damn, it doesn't matter to me what you mean?

Although it is true, it is even more uncomfortable after hearing it.

"Xun'er?" Song Yijin was eating chicken with someone, and looked back at him in the midst of his busy schedule.

This internet cafe was opened by Song Yijin's brother Song Yiling. He would come here for a night if he had nothing to do. He didn't play games very much, he just slept.

"Yeah." Zhong Xun responded casually, took a can of Coke from the freezer, and then nestled on the sofa on the second floor.

Song Yiling made a boyfriend some time ago, and even took him home. His father was so angry that his heart ached and he stayed in the hospital for several days.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he went to the Internet cafe with a stick and beat Song Yiling away, and he hasn't come back yet.

So this place became Song Yijin's domain.

Lie down and feel not too sleepy, Zhong Xun curled up under the quilt, before going to bed, wanted to check the phone in front of him, and found that the class group message was 99+, and that group of people has always been able to talk nonsense.

He turned to the top and looked down, and there was a "—" in the middle to join the group.

The head portrait is a Siamese cat.

He casually clicked on the profile picture, and with a swipe of his fingertips, he realized that Chu Tingdong hadn't blocked Moments, and he could see ten posts even without adding friends.

The corner of the internet cafe was pitch black. He hid under the quilt and applied a can of iced cola to his face, which had not completely subsided from the swelling.

Chu Tingdong’s last circle of friends stayed more than a year ago, it was an open-air ice rink, the stars were sparse, but the moon was round and big, the night was empty and there were no people, and there were a dozen pairs of skates on the ground.

Turning over, Zhong Xun curled up and lay on his side, sliding his fingertips against the screen.

Turn down again, it is a ski resort.

The snow-capped mountains are continuous and the sun is shining brightly. There is no figure of Chu Tingdong in the camera, like a photo he took for a friend. He saw a few armed boys and girls in the distance, all wearing heavy cotton clothes, gloves and With ski goggles, he waved towards the camera with his shoulders on his shoulders.

Zhong Xun held the can of ice-cola, his fingertips were cold and reddish, he took a breath, feeling inexplicably cold.

His fingertips paused suddenly, and this time he found a group of photos. He didn't know which match it was, it seemed to be in a foreign country, and the audience on the stage was crowded.

He saw that Chu Tingdong was not as tall as he is now, but he was still a thin and slender boy, wearing a Costen, skating on the ice.

It was Kosten in black, not gorgeous in style, but on the pure white ice, it just matched the broad shoulders and long legs of a person.

Chu Tingdong's facial features are already three-dimensional, but the last one stands against the light, revealing indifferent and sharp black eyes, which makes people's heart a little cold, but his figure and movements are neat and beautiful, and even the fingertips that hang down are just right, which is so beautiful in a foreign country. conspicuous.

Zhong Xun didn't even realize when he threw away the ice coke and wrapped the quilt tightly.

After watching this ice and snow field, most of them were ice rink training or competitions, or skiing, his eyes were stabbed a bit sore, and he was on the verge of snow blindness. He was about to put down his phone, but finally saw something different.

As if at a dinner party, there is a mandarin duck copper hot pot on the table, the heat is blowing on the face, and the hot and bright red oil soup is wrapped in thin and tender lamb slices that melt in the mouth.

Zhong Xun lowered his eyes to examine, Chu Tingdong's photography skills are actually not good, he is very straight, and he doesn't pay much attention to the angle of the camera.

But for things like hot pot, with a filter, anyone can take pictures attractively.

Caught off guard, my stomach growled softly.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun turned off the screen with a cold face, and planted his head on the phone, his soft and slightly curly hair hanging down to block his eyes.

This circle of friends saw that he was hungry and cold.

Sure enough, he still didn't match the surname Chu, and his fate was wrong.

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