Wild and easy to tame

Have you seen enough?

Xiao Yuanqiu didn't really hear what Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia said by the window at the end of the classroom, he only knew that they were talking about something related to Feng Zhuo's dismissal.

When the lunch break bell rang, Xiao Yuanqiu, as the squad leader, was able to lead by example and could not speak in violation of discipline, so he took out a brand new notebook and wrote a message to Yan Jia in the notebook.

Then push the notebook to Yan Jia's side.

Seeing his question, Yan Jia took the notebook and started to write, writing a lot in a long way.

After a long time, he pushed the notebook back.

Xiao Yuanqiu watched him write a full page of explanations, and finally fully understood the whole incident.

Yan Jia finally said: "Xiao Yuanqiu, Brother Zhuo is really nice. Although he looks difficult to get along with, he is really, really nice. He is the most upright and kind-hearted person I have ever met. You must Trust him, he won't do that."

Xiao Yuanqiu replied: "Okay, I believe in you, and the person you trust can't be wrong."

Then he asked again: "However, I think Yi Ge and Feng Zhuo seem to be a little bit wrong. You said before that they are not getting along. Why?"

Yan Jia wrote down Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi's holiday in the Internet cafe to Xiao Yuanqiu in his notebook.

Xiao Yuanqiu replied with an ellipsis after reading it.

Yan Jia threw a question mark over, and Xiao Yuanqiu wrote a sentence and pushed the book to him: "That keychain is a limited edition custom-made model left to him by Brother Yi's father, and he can't buy it. His father is his role model, and That... Brother Yi's father passed away, so Brother Yi especially cherishes the things his uncle left him, the keychain counts as one, and the mobile phone at Laoban's place is another, and all the chat records with uncle are saved in it."

Yan Jia stared at Xiao Yuanqiu's words and was stunned.

No wonder Brother Zhuo said that the boss was very angry at that time, and he even did it.

If the roles were changed, if the things grandma left for Brother Zhuo were accidentally broken, Brother Zhuo would have to beat that person to death.

Feng Zhuo spent the entire lunch break sleeping on his stomach.

But it seems that I had a bad dream, and I always slept poorly, and would wake up every once in a while.

At the end of the lunch break, Feng Zhuo was startled by the ringing of the bell, and suddenly opened his eyes, and then saw his deskmate woke up at some point, and was seriously brushing the questions in the tutorial with his head down.

Feng Zhuo looked at him sleepily, the boy's drooping eyelashes were long and dense, his smooth side face was very quiet, and his focused appearance was actually somewhat attractive.

It's a pity that he is not a girl, and he has no wavering in his heart towards this kind of beauty that both people and gods hate.

Feng Zhuo turned his head, slowly propped himself up, supported his head with his hands, and looked out the window.

You can see the scene of the school gate at a glance.

Just when he was in a daze, Yan Jia turned his head and said, "Brother Zhuo, let me tell you..."

In the middle of speaking, Yan Jia suddenly shut up. He quickly cast a glance at Duan Yi who was lowering his head to write the question, hesitant to speak.

Feng Zhuo and the others were impatient, and he was annoyed by the feeling that half a sentence was stuck in his throat.

He kicked Yan Jia's stool leg under the desk, frowned angrily, and said, "What are you talking about? Let the fart go!"

Yan Jia, who was writing a note quickly, kept saying, "Hurry up, hurry up, that's good!"

After speaking, he tore off the paper and threw it into a ball to Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo's arm supporting his head was about to fall, but the note hit the back of his hand impartially, and bounced onto Duan Yi's desk.

Duan Yi, who was writing a question, suddenly stopped, and looked at Yan Jia lightly.

Yan Jia was so frightened that he almost lost his wits, and was about to take back the note in a hurry, when Feng Zhuo stretched out his hand and pinched the note away from Duan Yi's tutorial.

"Sorry, was careless."

He said something briefly, and opened the note, which read: "Brother Zhuo, the keychain that you broke, big brother, was left to him by his father... It can be regarded as a relic, and it is a limited edition. There is a way to buy it. I also heard from Xiao Yuanqiu that the phone that the boss took away by the old class is full of chat records between him and his father."

Feng Zhuo: "..."

He turned his face to look at Duan Yi.

After a while, Feng Zhuo was about to say something to him, when Duan Yi turned his head and stared at him coldly.

"Have you seen enough?" His clear voice was full of displeasure.

Feng Zhuo didn't know why, but he replied inexplicably without thinking: "Not enough."

Duan Yi seemed to have misheard, and looked at him like a fool with his brows furrowed.

"Neuropathy."

Feng Zhuo: "..."

After a while, when the class bell rang, Feng Zhuo finally remembered what he wanted to say to Duan Yi.

His upper body tilted towards Duan Yi, and he quickly said, "I'm really sorry about the keychain, I'm sorry."

Duan Yi didn't expect him to apologize so sincerely, and looked at him strangely.

Feng Zhuo was looked at inexplicably, and asked with a bit of hesitation: "What are you looking at me for? Have you never seen anyone apologize?"

Duan Yi snorted coldly and ignored him.

Feng Zhuo: "?"

what does it mean?

Why didn't you forgive him?

Can the matter of the keychain be turned over?

How is this man so weird.

After school that afternoon, Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia left the school together.

On the way home, Yan Jia asked Feng Zhuo: "Brother Zhuo, what are you and the boss going to do?"

Feng Zhuo was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, walking unsteadily and out of shape, and his tone was very lazy: "What's the matter?"

Yan Jia blinked, "Are you... still planning to stay frozen like this?"

Feng Zhuo shrugged indifferently, "I don't care what I say."

"What do you mean?" Yan Jia was a little confused.

"That means," Feng Zhuo said to Yan Jia with a smile, "I apologized to him again and again, he didn't like me."

Yan Jia: "..."

It was rare for him to see Feng Zhuo so deflated.

Apart from being framed by Ding Chenshao, this was the first time.

Yan Jia pondered, and after thinking seriously from Duan Yi's point of view, he said, "Actually, it is reasonable for the boss to do this. After all, it is something his father left him. It is so broken. He must uncomfortable."

"I know." Feng Zhuo was a little absent-minded.

Qinghe Garden is not far from No. [-] Middle School, just a few minutes away.

When he was about to reach the gate of the community, Yan Jia said to him: "Brother Zhuo, come to my house to eat tonight."

"After eating, we can read a book together and prepare for tomorrow's test."

Feng Zhuo asked back: "Am I the kind of person who can read books for exams?"

"I won't go to your house anymore, I'll go home and have some food by myself."

After leaving Yan Jia and going home alone, Feng Zhuo opened the refrigerator, and there was nothing in it except for a few bottles of water.

Feng Zhuo closed the refrigerator door, took out a bucket of instant noodles from the kitchen cabinet, boiled a pot of hot water, and ate dinner like that.

The night fell quietly, Feng Zhuo leaned on the sofa and beat two chickens boredly, feeling nothing.

The deserted and quiet home made him very uncomfortable. In the end, he took the key and dragged his flip-flops to the street.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, it was dinner time, both the street and the store were very lively.

Feng Zhuo walked forward aimlessly. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he escaped from the hustle and bustle of the city, and unknowingly came to that secluded dilapidated warehouse again.

He went up to the roof along the outer connecting iron ladder, sat down facing the direction of grandma's cemetery, and looked up at the stars in the night sky from this high point.

Feng Zhuo took out the earphones from his pocket, and just plugged in the earphones to turn on the music software to listen to music, when suddenly there was the sound of drums beating.

Because he was wearing earphones, the sound he heard was a bit muffled. He pulled the earphone cable and pulled the earphones off, and the rhythm of the drum kit became clear and clear.

And the place where the sound came out was right under his feet.

There is only this dilapidated warehouse around.

Feng Zhuo didn't move.

He was not curious to find out who was playing the drums in the warehouse, he just sat quietly on the roof, listening to the other party beating the drums heavily.

The powerful and low-pitched drum sound seemed to be venting something, and it made people's hearts jump with this rhythm, and there was an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations.

After more than half an hour, the drumming stopped suddenly.

Feng Zhuo couldn't get enough of what he heard, and the sudden silence made him feel empty in his heart.

Duan Yi wiped the drum kit clean in the warehouse, then put on a thin coat, put on a black mask, locked the door and left.

Sitting on the roof, Feng Zhuo saw with his own eyes a boy who looked about his height appeared from the direction of the warehouse, walking forward with his back turned.

The other party was wearing black clothes and black trousers, with a jacket and a hoodie buttoned on his head.

The back is thin and straight, like a poplar that is still branching out.

He stared at the figure that was getting further and further away, and he didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Hi, buddy!"

When Duanzi heard someone shouting suddenly behind him, he stopped instinctively and turned his face away.

Then he saw the man sitting on the roof.

It was the face that was not familiar but not unfamiliar.

Duan Yi raised his head slightly, staring at Feng Zhuo who was waving at him, his eyes were light and without any waves.

Because Duan Yi was wearing a hat and covering his mask, Feng Zhuo didn't see who he was at all.

He smiled at him and said, "You played the drums well!"

Duan Yi didn't want to talk to him.

He stared at him for two seconds, before turning his head, finally nodded to him as a response.

Then just keep going.

The person behind him hummed idlely, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or he recognized the melody he just played on the drum kit, the song Feng Zhuo hummed was the same song that Duan Yi played on the drum kit.

"空も飞べるはず" by the Japanese band Spitz.

——"I will be able to fly to the sky".

As we walked forward, the singing voices of the people behind us became weaker and weaker, becoming indistinct and indistinct, and finally nothing could be heard.

After walking through a remote section and returning to the bustling urban area, Duan Yi went straight to Brother Chen's Internet cafe.

After entering, Duan Yi and Acheng brushed his coat and hat back, and pulled the mask down to his chin.

Brother Chen directly asked him to go to the private room upstairs.

However, before Duan Yi even reached the private room, he bumped into several people head-on.

Ding Chenshao and the two attendants who were with him last time were about to leave when they met Duan Yi who was about to go upstairs at the corner of the stairs.

Duan Yi didn't notice him at first, but Ding Chenshao stretched out his arm to block his way.

Only then did he raise his face and noticed that the three people in front of him were the ones who were with Feng Zhuo's family that time.

Ding Chen said with a little smile: "Duan Yi from No. [-] Middle School has been admiring his name for a long time."

Duan Yi stared at him coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"How about making a friend?" Ding Chenshao twitched his lips and said, "You and I have grievances with Feng Zhuo. An enemy's enemy is a friend. Be friends with me. Let's join hands to teach that guy a lesson..."

Duan Yi didn't know why, but suddenly remembered the words discussed by his classmates at school during the day, and the conversation between Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia later.

Yan Jia said that Feng Zhuo was deliberately framed by Ding Chenshao.

He withdrew his thoughts, his thin lips curled up slightly.

"Be my friend?" Duan Yi's tone was sarcastic: "Just you? Also worthy?"

The author says:

Brother Yi: Bullied my wife and still want me to be your friend?

Push song: Spitz "can fly to the sky"

Spitz is Yi Ge and Zhuo Zhuo's favorite band!