i have three shadows

As he spoke, he poked him twice again, and Jian Qingzhu grabbed his hand helplessly: "Don't move around, I'll take care of you when I vomit later!"

Xu Xingxing was completely drunk, and the heat from his stomach poured into his limbs. At this moment, he only felt light all over, and also felt that the person in front of him was really good-looking.

And looking at this person, I feel a little bit happy.

So he laughed.

"Jian Qingzhu..." she spoke fluently, "What you said just now was that one, that kind one, what do you mean?"

Jian Qingzhu looked at him speechlessly, and said bluntly: "That means you are stupid."

"Oh." Xu Xingxing responded.

Ying Wan stretched out his hand suddenly, wrapping his arms around Jian Qingzhu's neck.

Jian Qingzhu raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Pull me, Jian Qingzhu!" Xu Xingxing shouted in surprise, his arms tightened, "Why is the sky turning? Is there an earthquake?"

Jian Qingzhu looked at him dumbfounded, and seeing his panicked face, she leaned down, wrapped him under her body, hugged him, and said, "I'll teach you a way not to turn around, just close your eyes. "

"No!" Xu Xingxing said firmly.

Jian Qingzhu said softly: "Close it obediently, or I will beat you if you don't."

Xu Xingxing: "...Okay."

After a while, Jian Qingzhu asked: "Is it still spinning?"

no sound.

He was startled, afraid that Xu Xingxing would hold his breath and shut himself to death, and hurriedly tried to get up, but the back of his neck was tightly hugged.

Finally, it took a long time to break it open, and found that the drunk in front of him had fallen asleep.

He raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he fell asleep when he was drunk, and his drunkenness was not too much.

Xu Xingxing was sleeping, and unconsciously said: "Jian Qingzhu bastard."

Jian Qingzhu was speechless for a moment, got up and slapped him on the back, Xu Xingxing turned over on his stomach, fell silent again, and fell into a deep sleep.

The young man's side face is calm, with undulating lines full of vitality, and after the expression is gone, it looks as delicate as it should be.

Jian Qingzhu stood by and watched for a while, then simply squatted down, observed him carefully for a while, then checked the time, and finally picked him up.

He hugged Xu Xingxing and walked towards the bedroom, saying as he walked, "Do you think I'm light? The bastard is holding you, do you know? You're dead when you wake up, I'll tell you."

When Xu Xingxing woke up, the lights were on in the room, and it took him several seconds to open his eyes before confirming that he hadn't been kidnapped. This was Jian Qingzhu's room.

His head hurt a little, he got up and sat up, shouting: "Jian Qingzhu."

No one answered, raised his voice and shouted again: "Jian Zhuzi!"

"What's the soul?" Jian Qingzhu answered outside the door, and came into the room after a while, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand.

Xu Xingxing laughed: "Oh, sweet little wife."

Jian Qingzhu looked at him with a half-smile: "I don't know who is the little daughter-in-law. Why don't you say little daughter-in-law when you're drunk and acting like a baby?"

"Ah?" Xu Xingxing gave him a distrustful look, "Don't f*cking fool me, what are you acting like?"

Jian Qingzhu raised her eyes and stuffed the bowl over: "It's alright, alright, you didn't act coquettishly, you just patronized acting wildly. If you are drunk but don't vomit, it will hurt your liver. Don't drink too much in the future."

Xu Xingxing smiled, finished his porridge, and said, "Is it dark? I have to go back. Xu Chichi hasn't eaten yet. He has class tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Jian Qingzhu smiled.

"What?" Xu Xingxing was startled, and touched his phone to see, Tuesday, five o'clock in the morning.

The three-day holiday of the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and I also skipped the first evening self-study after the holiday.

He stretched out his hand and slapped himself: "I haven't finished my homework!"

"Seek blessings for yourself." Jian Qingzhu smiled, "Mr. Yan asked me where you were last night."

Xu Xingxing stared at him.

Jian Qingzhu shrugged: "I won't lie."

Xu Xingxing reached out and picked up the pillow and threw it at it. Jian Qingzhu hugged her and said, "If you don't get up to do your homework, you'll be finished today."

Of course Xu Xingxing would not believe him, guessing that Xu Chichi must have called, but he didn't know if he hadn't slept all night, and felt a little guilty.

So it was rare that he didn't choke back, just sighed and jumped out of bed.

After the three-day vacation, the whole class was a little absent-minded, and only the incident from the senior year made everyone excited for a while.

Everyone only heard that there was a class bully named Wu Peng who relied on the power of his family to cause serious trouble. It is said that the two high school seniors who committed suicide a while ago were forced by him, and the police intervened in the investigation. Already left school.

This matter also involved the teacher, which caused a sensation in the whole No. [-] Middle School. It was soon overwhelmed and was kicked out on the Internet. Afterwards, the No. [-] Middle School leader was invited to the Education Bureau for tea.

Therefore, on the first day after the holiday, the entire No. [-] Middle School used the last class to hold a class meeting with a unified theme, discussing campus violence and interpersonal relationships.

After two days, everything gradually quieted down.

In the Chinese class, Lao Yan taught people on the podium: "Take care of me when you come back from the field. This holiday is free, and the things you have learned now are either fed to the pigs or returned to me!"

"Hey, eat!" Someone below answered.

There was a roar of laughter.

Lao Yan was in a hurry, and the blackboard brush slammed on the blackboard: "Would you like to yell? Come up and yell?"

There was a commotion all around.

Xu Xingxing looked at the crowd shaking their heads, and sent a message to Jian Qingzhu: "Isn't it like this in the attached middle school? Such a bad Pugao, what do you think you are here for?"

Immediately received a reply: "Schoolmaster is Xueba everywhere, you don't understand. Of course I transferred because of you."

Xu Xingxing: "..."

After answering the ellipsis, he felt bored, so he swiped through the app and finally opened the photo album.

The photos he took with Zheng Yi two days ago were still there, and he dug them out, looking at the messy notes, he just felt a headache and felt very uncomfortable.

His eyes fell on the word "ghost", and he thought that this person could not write well when he was in a panic, and the vertical hook seemed to be about to fly.

Looking at him, he was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly took out a note from his schoolbag.

Unfolding the note and comparing it with the photo, he froze for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Jian Qingzhu.

As soon as he turned around, Lao Yan yelled: "Xu Xingxing, is the word written on Jian Qingzhu's face?"

The whole class burst into laughter again, Xu Xingxing immediately turned his head, Jian Qingzhu could clearly see the panicked look just now.

"What's wrong?" Jian Qingzhu sent another message.

Xu Xingxing's hands were shaking a little, and he mistyped several words in one sentence, and it took him a long time to send it: "Jian Qingzhu, Teacher Gao asked us for help."

He took another photo of the note he picked up in the hospital earlier, and then sent the photo on the notebook.

"Look at the vertical hooks and dots of the word 'ghost', the note from the hospital must have been left by her when she was awake and knew there were ghosts!" He typed quickly again.

After waiting for a while, Jian Qingzhu replied: "But even if I knew it at the time, can everything change?"

Xu Xingxing felt that there was a pot of fire in his heart, and the moment he saw this sentence, it was extinguished immediately.

Yeah, what could change anything?

Even if he figured out the hint at that time, discovered the connection between Fang Qing and the ghost in time, and found the ghost in the cabinet of Fang Qing's house in time, but what would have changed?

Mistakes have been made, and death does not come back to life.

The dead girls can no longer be innocent in this life, because they all committed suicide, and they will not be able to enjoy wealth in the next life.

Knowing that Teacher Gao has struggled, knowing that she was once fragile, kind, and compassionate, but so what?

It will only make the few of them who know the truth more uncomfortable.

"She was also a victim once." He typed out another sentence.

Jian Qingzhu didn't reply until the moment the get out of class bell rang, and he sent a message with an inexplicably serious and indifferent tone: "Xu Xingxing, forget about it from now on."

Only in this way can we feel better.

This is no longer someone's fault. To put it a bit hypocritically, people can't bear their fate. The situation of struggle is either to enter the way of demons or self-destruction.

After self-destruction, you still have to suffer the consequences.

Xu Xingxing was startled and put down his phone.

He was a little absent-minded all day long. Jian Qingzhu knew what he was thinking, but didn't say much.

They went home together for evening self-study, said goodbye to Chen Shuang, and walked into the street, Jian Qingzhu stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder.

Xu Xingxing glanced at him and said nothing.

"I don't know where Teacher Liu has gone." Jian Qingzhu said.

Xu Xingxing was a little dazed and said, "I don't know."

Jian Qingzhu reached out to touch his ear, Xu Xingxing couldn't help but leaned over to rub it, Jian Qingzhu laughed: "It's like a cat."

Hearing what he said, Xu Xingxing realized what he was doing. He just arrived at the door, tilted his head back and said, "Let's go."

"En." Jian Qingzhu responded.

Time is moving forward in such a muddled manner, and in a blink of an eye, it is the end of September, and the National Day is coming soon. The whole day in class is like a carnival, and I have no interest in studying alone.

In fact, no matter when, most people have no intention of studying throughout the year.

Spring is too impetuous, summer is too sleepy, autumn is a bit lacklustre, let alone winter, it is too cold to be in the mood.

Not to mention the shock of every vacation.

No. 3 Middle School is such a place. The exciting words only play a role for [-] minutes. Everyone's state is the same as before, and it will not get better just because the teacher's voice is raised.

Of course, in Xu Xingxing's view, Jian Qingzhu is not a human being.

Regardless of whether other people are excited or not, he should be what he should be.

Xu Xingxing observed him for a long time, and felt that he was not serious in class, and occasionally turned around to see him sleeping.I didn't see him doing more exercises after class, and sometimes he would play games with Xu Xingxing.

But after the staged test of each subject, he just did well in the test.

It was a wave of hatred.

The most important thing is the hatred from Xu Xingxing at the front desk.

After Jian Qingzhu transferred from another school, she never communicated with people much, at most she met and said hello.

When people come to ask him questions, he will answer them. If he doesn’t ask questions, he will never be troublesome if he sees a mistake. He never participates in group activities, and he just sits and does his own thing during the class meeting when making suggestions.

Every time someone asks to play basketball, he also refuses.

But Xu Xingxing gradually discovered that he would always play when no one was around, in the community basketball court at the end of Tanghua Street.

That stadium is so old.

The neighborhood committee moved the address and built a new fitness center, but there was only a dilapidated old building left there, and for some reason it was left unattended, so few people came.

The weeds grow tall by the side of the court, adding a filter to a random shot will make it unrealistic, and the net on the basket has long been tattered.

As for how Xu Xingxing found out——

"Xiao Xingxing, you have been watching me for a long time with me, aren't you tired?" Jian Qingzhu said indifferently towards the old house next to him, and after speaking, he shot a three-pointer, and the ball went in hollow.

It was Sunday afternoon, I made up a day of classes, and the next day was the National Day holiday.

Xu Xingxing rushed out from behind the former site of the community, caught the ball that fell from the frame, turned around and went out of the three-point line, slipped around outside, stood where Jian Qingzhu just threw the ball, and threw the ball with one hand. The wrist draws a beautiful arc.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining, and the light haloed on him, like a painting.

Bang!

middle.

Jian Qingzhu whistled and went to pick up the ball with a smile.

Xu Xingxing looked at him boredly: "Why don't you play together when people in class make appointments?"

"No." Jian Qingzhu answered concisely.

Then he turned around and went out of the three-point line.

"Do you want a bullfight?" Xu Xingxing yelled, stepped forward to stop him, and the two of them met right away.

Change direction, turn around, break through, feint, layup.

Card position, steal.

Bang, bang, bang.

Xu Xingxing who became serious had a bit of stubbornness in him, which made Jian Qingzhu have to take it seriously. In the silent back and forth, there seemed to be some tacit understanding that he had been getting along with for a long time.

But the two have known each other for only a month.

When she finally stopped out of breath, Jian Qingzhu smiled: "Not bad."

Xu Xingxing glanced at him, walked around to the sidelines, took out his schoolbag from the back of the old house, took out a water glass, took a sip and handed it to him: "Is it because I'm afraid of getting too involved with people?"

He didn't speak clearly, but Jian Qingzhu knew what he meant.

"Xiao Xingxing, don't see through me so quickly." He smiled, took the water glass, and took a few sips.

Xu Xingxing shrugged: "Can't people like us live a normal life, have friends and fall in love?"

"Oh, the point is the latter, right?" Jian Qingzhu asked.

"Fuck off, what about you?" Xu Xingxing glanced at him, "With your mentality, you are ready to leave at any time, right? How long are you going to live in Tanghua Street?"

Jian Qingzhu smiled noncommittally.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xu Xingxing didn't ask any more questions.

Jian Qingzhu, when he wants to answer questions, there are two extremes, either one, two, three, and tell you everything, or he will not speak from the beginning.

He thought this conversation was over, but Jian Qingzhu sat next to him: "That depends on you."

"What are you looking at me for?" Xu Xingxing asked.

Jian Qingzhu thought for a while: "When I moved to Tanghua Street, I just didn't want to live in the original place, and I didn't think about staying for a long time, but I met you here. Maybe, I will leave when you want me to leave .”

Xu Xingxing frowned and wanted to say that you are not secretly in love with me, but he didn't say anything after thinking about it, but kicked him: "You go now."

"No." Jian Qingzhu said.

Xu Xingxing glanced at him: "Isn't what you said earlier all nonsense?"

"You know if it's nonsense." Jian Qingzhu responded with a smile.

Xu Xingxing watched him for a long time, finally sighed and said nothing.

"Let's go home."

The two got up after sunset, and staggered back to Tanghua Street.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the lower street, Xu Xingxing's cell phone rang. He took it out and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number with unknown location.

As soon as he picked it up, a man's steady voice came from the other end: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Xu?"

Xu Xingxing glanced at Jian Qingzhu, gave a casual "hmm", and said politely at the other end: "Mr. Xu, please help me."

The author has something to say:

It's too slow for these two to fall in love!in a hurry!

After the work at hand came to an end, I fell asleep for two days. Today, I planned to save the manuscript and read some monographs, but I accidentally clicked on another big article, and it turned out...

I watched one day...

one day……

Why is it so beautiful? ! ! !

Can't stop! !

I regret it, I will definitely save the manuscript tomorrow X﹏X