most beautiful

Going to school on Monday, He Ping'an's short black hair really caused a commotion in the third grade.

Many female classmates stared at him behind him.

Until the bell for class rang, he walked into Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

The results of the exam on Friday were announced, and the students were surprised again.

He Ping'an was named and praised by the class teacher, and he ranked 40 out of 29 in the class.

In the past, he was an underachiever whose teachers were too lazy to take a look at him, but now he really started to study hard.

And looking full of posture, he vowed to be admitted to university.

He Pingan became a typical example of a prodigal son returning, and he is still a news figure in the third grade of the high school attached to A Normal School.

He was a little complacent, tasted the sweetness of learning, and worked harder in and out of class.

In a blink of an eye, He Ping'an and Lu Ming have been 'cohabiting' for nearly two months.

He Pingan saw that Lu Ming's body was getting better and better under the conditioning of the old Chinese medicine doctor, and he smiled more and more.

He felt very relieved and very happy.

Even in the new round of exams, he advanced two more.

That's it, it's December.

Winter in City A is always cold and dry, and the temperature has dropped recently, with the outdoor temperature reaching minus twenty degrees.

Both He Ping'an and Lu Ming put on thick down jackets.

On Friday, it was the heavy snowfall in the 24 solar terms, and fluffy snowflakes began to float in the city that had been dry and cold for a long time since the morning.

The north wind was howling, and the overcast sky seemed to portend worse weather later on.

The school was also worried about the personal safety of the students, so no evening self-study was arranged, and school ended after seven o'clock.

It was already dark—because Lu Ming’s home was not far from the school, He Pingan didn’t have to ride a bicycle anymore. He walked alone under the streetlight with his schoolbag on his back. League of Legends.

Then, according to the technique taught by the old Chinese medicine doctor, he massaged Lu Ming's residual leg. Although his condition is much better now, he should always pay attention to prevent the phantom limb pain from recurring.

He Ping'an put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, tightened his clothes, and quickened his pace.

Walking into an alley with few people, He Pingan suddenly noticed a few familiar boys from school approaching him with sticks.

His intuition was wrong, and he couldn't beat it after observing it. He Pingan felt that it was better to run.

Not wanting to be slippery in the snow, he stumbled and was still surrounded by people.

The leading boy pointed at him with arrogance: "He Ping'an, I don't like you a long time ago, pretending to be X all day, and stay away from Guan Xue from now on, do you hear me?"

He Pingan suddenly remembered that the last time he had dinner with Liu Yi, he was talking about the so-and-so who was chasing the third class flower.

It turns out that Guan Xue is still Banhua.

He Pingan stood up and looked at the boy calmly: "I have nothing to do with Guan Xue."

As he said that, he pushed away the person in front and planned to leave.

Several boys didn't want to let him go, so they surrounded him again.

He Ping'an is not a vegetarian either. He knew that he would not be able to leave today, so when he got angry, he fought with some boys who were holding murder weapons.

Several people greeted him with wooden sticks, but He Ping'an just beat the leader who had the final say fiercely.

He pressed the boy to the ground and beat him severely, letting the stick fall on him.

He Ping'an's eyes were red: "I'll say it again, I have nothing to do with Guan Xue, so don't bother me in the future."

The boy begged for mercy, but his heart was so angry that he felt the knife in his pocket and stabbed He Ping'an's abdomen.

He Pingan suddenly lost strength in his hands, and looked down at his abdomen.

Blood gradually dripped down through the down jacket, forming a small pool of red on the white snow.

He pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground, reluctantly stood up.

Several boys were already petrified, and He Pingan staggered away under their gaze.

He Ping'an was awakened by the pain.

He opened his eyes and was relieved to find himself lying in a single room in the hospital.

Then he saw Lu Ming sitting beside the hospital bed with a haggard face.

He Ping'an noticed that Lu Ming's eyes were bloodshot and his beard stubble appeared. It was obvious that he hadn't slept all night.

Lu Ming realized that He Ping'an had woken up immediately, and hurried to call the doctor.

He Ping'an found that he was walking with a limp.

The doctor came over to look at He Ping'an's wound, and sighed at He Ping'an: "Son, learn to be good in the future, don't fight with others, luckily you were lucky yesterday, and you were found in time to come to the hospital, otherwise it would be easy to die in the hospital." Frozen to death on the side of the road. Your father is also true. He called and said that he couldn’t come because of something. Not so good? There was so much snow last night."

He Pingan listened, lowered his eyes, and did not speak.

The doctor pouted and left.

A few minutes later, Lu Ming came back: "I asked the doctor, and he said that you need to be fed now. Are you tired from lying down? Do you want to sit up? Tell me if there is anything you want to eat. Just now your dad called and said It's almost here, I'll buy it for you when he comes."

He slowly said a long series of caring words, until the sentences were blurred and he couldn't get into tune very much.

After finishing speaking, he looked at He Pingan seriously, for fear of missing his answer.

He Ping'an's eyes turned red as he watched. He knew that Lu Ming was very tired now.

He Pingan sniffed hard, looked at Lu Ming and said word by word: "You help me sit up, and then go home and rest for a while, I can take care of myself."

Lu Ming bent down and raised the bed, looked up at He Pingan: "How can you take care of yourself like this?"

He Pingan didn't speak again.

The two were silent, when He Geng arrived, Lu Ming closed the door and backed out.

He Geng saw that He Ping'an had nothing to do, so he scolded him all over his face.

"A while ago I heard that you have learned well and know that you have studied hard. Now it seems that you are just a dog who can't change and eat shit! You make trouble outside and hang out with those dubious people every day. When will you If you can grow up, learn from Lu Ming and Zi Ning, huh?"

He Pingan didn't hear a word of concern, but was scolded indiscriminately by his father.

He was so angry that he calmed down, looked at He Geng and asked, "I'll call you Dad, if I'm a dog, then what are you?"

He Geng didn't expect that He Pingan would dare to talk to him like that, so he raised his hand in anger and wanted to beat him up.

He Pingan looked at He Geng stubbornly, waiting for his slap to fall.

He Geng thought that he still had a knife wound on his body, so he was not willing to hit him. He raised and lowered one hand, and finally shook his head: "I can't control you, you can take care of it yourself. I have something to do at home, so let's go."

After speaking, he took out a dozen RMB from his wallet, threw it on He Ping'an's bed, and left without looking back.

He Pingan pursed his lips tightly, and swept the money to the ground with his legs under the quilt in disgust.

Lu Ming hadn't come back yet, and He Pingan knew that he definitely didn't go home to rest.

He is worried that he will be sick if he is tired.

In this world, besides grandma and grandpa, only Lu Ming cares about him.

He Pingan looked at the door of the ward and thought to himself mockingly.

An hour later, Lu Ming came back.

He Ping noticed that he was carrying a birthday cake and several boxes in his hand.

He looked at Lu Ming stupidly, not knowing why.

Lu Ming warmed his frozen hands and ears, and quickly opened a lunch box and handed it to He Pingan: "Millet porridge, eat more."

He Pingan nodded.

Lu Ming found that he was not in a good mood, and seeing the money scattered on the ground, he understood a thing or two.

Lu Ming: "Uncle is gone?"

He Pingan: "Well, I scolded me, and I left after I paid the money."

Lu Ming swept the money together with a broom: "You don't want the money, return it to him when you have time."

He Pingan: "Whatever."

While drinking porridge, He Pingan pretended to be nonchalant and asked Lu Ming, "Why are you buying a birthday cake?" There was an expectation in his tone that he didn't even notice.

Lu Ming glanced at him: "Isn't today your birthday? I saw it on your ID card when you were hospitalized yesterday."