summer kill

Friday, April 10.

Gao Hui went to evening self-study for four days, but he was the last one to leave.

He has not received a card for four days in a row.As soon as school was over today, he said, "Finally, I don't have to stay late for self-study."

Zeng Lianxi asked: "Have you found out who was the last one to leave?"

"If that card isn't a prop from Beiji Theater, then someone copied the exact same card specially to play a prank."

"What's all this trouble for?" Zeng Lianxi thought it was a threat to him, but after he accepted three cards, there was no more to say.

"Yes, if you make cards specially, the motivation is very strong. But in case these are the props of Beiji Theater, this person took a few of them. The purpose is simple, maybe it's just to trick you." Gao Hui picked up his schoolbag, " Since we don’t need to study late today, why don’t we go to Beiji Theater again. Tomorrow Saturday, we will gather at the school gate according to the old rules.”

"Yeah." Zeng Lianxi's life became peaceful.

No one picked up the missing file bag; or someone picked it up and just threw it away as waste paper.

Gao Hui and Zeng Lianxi went to a snack bar in front of the school.

Many of the snacks in this snack bar are fried and deep-fried, with heavy taste and delicious food.There are many students.

Gao Hui happened to meet his teammates who were playing football that day.

Since Zeng Lianxi showed up on the court, it seems to have added a memory point.

At least this teammate remembered him, jokingly said: "Silent handsome man." While speaking, he patted Zeng Lianxi on the shoulder.

"Don't tease me." Gao Hui suddenly stretched out his hand to embrace him.His movement seemed to be inadvertent, and he pushed away his teammates' hands.

Zeng Lianxi almost fell into Gao Hui's arms.

Gao Hui raised his head to his teammates: "Don't touch your hands?"

The teammate pointed at Gao Hui's hand: "Don't tell me you're doing something like this?"

"We are at the same table, we are different." Gao Hui arrogantly put his finger on Zeng Lianxi's shoulder and bounced, he raised his eyebrows, "Tell him, are we good buddies?"

The teammates made fun of themselves, turned around and messed up Gao Hui's lion head: "Come back to the game next time." The teammates took a takeaway and left.

Gao Hui pressed Zeng Lianxi's shoulder: "Although you are thin, your flesh is still very strong."

It's like praising an animal that could be an ingredient, like chicken nuggets on a plate.

Zeng Lianxi nodded: "The free-range chicken is lean and chewy."

Gao Hui twitched the corner of his mouth: "Your jokes are not funny at all."

Zeng Lianxi continued to eat chicken nuggets.

The two went to Beiji Theater, and several people in the rehearsal room were arguing.

The day of the show is getting closer, and the actors' rehearsals are getting tense.

Wang Beiji suddenly thought of an idea to add a scene to the plot.

This time, the rhythm of the script was messed up.

The gray shirt last time, coincidentally, is wearing a gray shirt today: "It's too late, it's too late, it's not that the plot is bad, it's just a matter of time. Pulling the whole body, there will be a series of chain reactions behind it. Drama times The arrangements have been made, and the tickets are on sale. The script is changed temporarily, and the time is too short. Moreover, we cannot consider many details."

Wang Beiji frowned: "I know, I've considered everything you said, but if we add this scene, it will have a reasonable foundation for the following plot, otherwise, I think the turning point is too abrupt."

The girl in blue last time is still wearing the same one today.

Because gray shirts and blue clothes are all costumes in the play.

The woman in blue: "Or like this, let's shorten this scene and try to make it a short foreshadowing, the purpose is to make the subsequent plot more coherent. If the scene is not long, I think it can be arranged in a few days of."

Gray Shirt: "Even if the time is arranged, several extra performers will be brought over at once. Trouble."

Wang Beiji nodded: "I'll figure out a way for the extras, and I'll rehearse this scene tonight, just a brief foreshadowing."

Only then did Wang Beiji have time to take a look at Gao Hui and Zeng Lianxi.He laughed: "Have the two little detectives found anything?"

Gao Hui: "The clues are interrupted on your props."

Wang Beiji: "Is there no clue at the printing shop?"

"There are templates on the Internet, but the cutting of the frame is different when making it, and the positions of the stamps and red stamps will be different." Gao Hui said, "Our cards are exactly the same as your props. I still prefer it. We received Yes, the same batch of prints as the theater props."

Wang Beiji frowned: "Is your life in danger?"

Gao Hui smiled: "If the matter is really serious, I will definitely find the school and parents."

It was a busy time, and Wang Beiji didn't have time to play detective games with the two teenagers.He took the script and said something to several actors.He drew two circles on it with a pen.

Gray Shirt: "These two positions are temporarily vacant. We can't arrange people to come over today. Let's do it tomorrow."

As soon as Wang Beiji looked up, he saw two teenagers: "Would you like to come and play? There are two characters, fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, it's perfect."

Gao Hui's eyes lit up.

Zeng Lianxi muttered, "I... don't know how to act."

Wang Beiji: "You don't need acting skills, you just stand there."

The woman in blue: "This is a scene added temporarily, and we also acted on the spot, because the script was too late to write."

Gao Hui loves to join in the fun, so he put down his schoolbag: "Okay." Friday night is the most free time.He usually puts off homework until Sunday.

Zeng Lianxi was always pulled into the game, and he realized that he was farther and farther away from the low-key he wanted.His life is full of uncertainties.It all started with knowing Gao Hui.

Gao Hui has a playful attitude towards many things.He doesn't care about the result.For example, the rehearsal this time was only due to the shortage of people in the theater, so it was temporarily recruited to make up the number.

Gao Hui doesn't mind, he just needs to have fun.

Wang Beiji arranged two lines for Gao Hui.

Zeng Lianxi didn't say a word, he just played with Gao Hui.If he could not speak, he remained silent.He doesn't know the whole plot of the play.

Listening to Wang Beiji's explanation, it seems that this card has been passed around in different hands.But who was the murderer and who was wronged, Wang Beiji did not elaborate.

Wang Beiji wanted this effect, and they were just passers-by.Passerby A does not need to know the truth of the case.However, he suddenly remembered: "You mean, you two received this card in turn?"

Gao Hui: "Yes."

"What a coincidence." Wang Beiji held up the card, "In our story, the characters present also received this card in turn."

Gao Hui and Zeng Lianxi glanced at each other.

Gao Hui asked, "Take turns?"

Wang Beiji nodded: "Yes, everyone takes turns. But this is a virtual plot we conceived. What happened in your school is mainly a prank."

Gao Hui shrugged: "Probably."

At the beginning of the rehearsal, Zeng Lianxi was absent-minded, thinking about the plot of "Summer Killing" secretly.

Suddenly, something flickered in front of his eyes.

The aperture on the ground is shaking.

He looks up.

The chandelier was shaking, and the buckle was slowly loosened.

Under the chandelier, the person standing is Gao Hui.

Zeng Lianxi's attention was drawn back in an instant, and she rushed over there.

Gao Hui was watching other people's performance with relish.Suddenly something rushed towards him.Seeing Zeng Lianxi, Gao Hui did not avoid it, but caught it head-on.

Zeng Lianxi's momentum didn't just throw him into Gao Hui's arms, he knocked someone down.

When the two fell to the ground, Gao Hui finally saw the shaking lamp above.

The buckle of the lamp was precarious, and if it fell off, it would hit Zeng Lianxi on the back.

Gao Hui immediately hugged Zeng Lianxi and rolled to the side twice.

The chandelier fell completely and hit the ground with a "snap".

Everyone else was stunned.

"Are you okay?" Gao Hui and Zeng Lianxi asked each other at the same time.

Wang Beiji immediately ran over and kicked the fragments of the bulb aside."Are you hurt?" he asked.

Gao Hui propped himself up with one hand: "I'm fine, Zeng Lianxi?"

Zeng Lianxi shook his head and sat up.

Wang Beiji exhaled: "Fortunately, you two have a tacit understanding."

The rehearsal was interrupted.Wang Beiji hurriedly called someone to come over and clean up the scene.

Zeng Lianxi remained silent until he left without saying goodbye.

After walking for a while, Gao Hui asked in a low voice, "Aren't you frightened?"

Only then did Zeng Lianxi say: "I'm fine." But the rapid heartbeat was real. At first it might have been because of fear, which was an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time.Not afraid of himself, but afraid of Gao Hui getting hurt.

Gao Hui suddenly reached out his hand.

He didn't hide.

Gao Hui gently tugged at his hair: "Fortunately, the shards of glass didn't fall off, otherwise they would have scratched your face." There were tiny shards of glass in his open palm.

"Thank you."

"I have to thank you, otherwise the light would hit my forehead." Gao Hui paused, "I think what Wang Beiji said just now makes sense, and we have a tacit understanding."

Gao Hui was close in front of his eyes, full of smiles.

Do they have a tacit understanding?Zeng Lianxi was overjoyed, and had a tacit understanding... probably because of his "heart" that he didn't want the other party to be hurt.

Gao Hui: "Hey, you're injured here."

Only then did Zeng Lianxi notice the scratch on his elbow.

"Wait here for me." Gao Hui went to the convenience store on the side of the road, and soon came out again, "I will return you a salute."

He was holding a hemostatic patch, which was the brand that Zeng Lianxi bought for him that night, even the pattern was exactly the same.

"Thank you." Zeng Lianxi was about to take it.

Gao Hui: "Stretch out your hand."

Zeng Lianxi straightened his arms.His complexion is fairer, and the wound where he scratched was very dark.

"Why didn't you say that just now?" Gao Hui gently put on the hemostatic sticker.

"Small injury, not very painful."

Gao Hui also found that there was a gap of about four or five centimeters on the edge of the wound, which was so big that there was a scar with a dark complexion. "When did you get hurt?"

Zeng Lianxi understated: "Maybe I fell when I was a child."

"You can really bear it. I was bleeding just now, and I said it didn't hurt. I fell this when I was a child, it wouldn't hurt too."

"forget."

"But you, you look like freshly grown meat."

Zeng Lianxi didn't speak.

It was indeed a new growth, just this past summer.

Before Zeng Lianxi reached the gate of the community, he saw Zeng Mao in front of him.

Zeng Mao was leaning against the wall, surrounded by three or four people, all of them looking relaxed.

One was a sleeveless denim top with muscular arms.He is smoking.He said something one mouthful at a time, and while speaking, smoke rings rose straight up.He looked five or six years older than Zeng Mao, probably a social youth.

Zeng Mao grinned and clapped hands with the smoking youth.

Those people reached a consensus.

Zeng Mao stood up straight and wanted to come this way.

The moment he saw Zeng Lianxi, a habitual contempt appeared on Zeng Mao's face.The skinny smile is not.

As he got closer, Zeng Mao didn't call out 'cousin' any more, he didn't even call out his name, he just raised his chin and said, "Hey. "

Zeng Lianxi responded to all changes with silence.

Zeng Mao pointed to the social youth next to him with his thumb, and said, "Brother Feihu, he is closer than my own brother." The second half of the sentence was intended for Zeng Lianxi.

Zeng Lianxi speculated that this so-called Brother Feihu might be the group of people that Zeng Mao gathered to counter violence with violence.

This group of people really like to wear sleeveless and bare arms...

"Let you see what prestige is." Zeng Mao and Zeng Lianxi brushed past each other, and said contemptuously, "You son of a bitch, I really treat grandma's words like a curse."

For Zeng Lianxi, grandma's words were indeed a tight spell, restraining him, not to be impulsive and not to cause trouble.Have a good time in high school.

Zeng Mao and his party left.

Zeng Lianxi did not try to stop it.It was useless even if he spoke, Zeng Mao refused to listen.