Fu went home by mistake, only to find that the phone was not out of battery at all, but broken, and it would automatically shut down soon after it was fully charged and turned on. The next day was the weekend, he took his mobile phone to a nearby mobile phone repair shop, and when he entered the door, he saw a few familiar figures dangling at the counter. several boys.
The boys held an iPhone 6 plus in their hands, and it seemed that they were going to sell it for money. He really couldn't help but worry:
"Is this your phone?"
One of the tall boys turned around and saw him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course!"
Fu Cuo took the phone over and turned it on, handed it to them, and asked, "How to unlock the screen?"
The three boys entered the password N times, but naturally they couldn't open it. When they were about to enter the password for the sixth time, even the boss couldn't see it. He said, "If you enter the wrong password again, it will be locked." The three of them stopped immediately.
The boss confiscated the phone, and the boys had to leave. Before leaving, the tall boy seemed unable to swallow his breath. He pointed back at Fu Cuo and warned, "Stop meddling in your own business!"
Fu Cuo ignored them, but he was also surprised that Sui Qingchi told him not to meddle in his own business, and he felt that he had a personality. The same words sounded like buzzing flies when these harsh words were said.
His guess was probably correct, the phone belonged to Sui Qingchi, but with Sui Qingchi's personality, he probably wouldn't tell the teachers and parents if his phone was robbed.
Campus bullying... Thinking of these four words being pressed on a teenager with such high self-esteem, I feel very uncomfortable.
"Sui Qingchi!"
Sui Qingchi returned to school on Monday, and was stopped by the female monitor as soon as she entered the classroom.
"Director Yang asked you to go to his office."
He was a little confused, and unconsciously frowned: "Why?"
"I don't know," the female squad leader gave him an extra look and said, "It should be fine." After all, Sui Qingchi's grades are so good...
Sui Qingchi didn't go to the office immediately, but went back to her seat, put down her schoolbag and sat there thinking for a while, she had a little confidence in her heart, it should really be nothing serious.
He was not the only one who was called to the office, but also the three boys who had snatched his mobile phone in the corridor. There was an iPhone on Director Yang's desk. Seeing him coming in, he said to him, "Come and see if this is your mobile phone."
The three boys turned their heads to look at Sui Qingchi nervously. Sui Qingchi glanced at the three of them, walked forward without saying a word, picked up the mobile phone, entered the password and unlocked it, then nodded calmly, saying : "It's mine, it disappeared in the desk."
The three boys immediately jumped up and cursed: "Sui Qingchi, I'm going to fuck you! You obviously lost this and didn't want it!"
Sui Qingchi was pushed and shoved by the furious boy, and he staggered two steps back before standing still. He didn't fight back, but asked back: "Why should I lose my good phone?"
The boys were speechless.
Director Yang stared at the three of them with a dark face, and waved his hand to ask Sui Qingchi to take the phone away. Sui Qingchi said "Thank you, Director", and left the office, but did not go far.
The angrily reprimanded by the director quickly came from the office. Several boys were still arguing, but it didn't help. Director Yang didn't believe them a word. After listening to the corner of the wall with a cold face, Sui Qingchi turned around and left.
At noon, the school radio station made a school announcement, and the three boys were all decriminalized. Now the whole school knew that they were thieves, and no one knew where the stolen iPhone 6 Plus was. The news spread like wildfire. , was discussed very well on campus.
Fu Cuo returned to school after lunch, and when he went upstairs, he also heard the demerit notice. AK next to him turned to look at the girls who were enthusiastically gossiping in the bathroom corridor: "iPhone 6 Plus? There are also rich second generations in our school?"
Fu Cuo went up the stairs without saying a word. Tan Si, who was walking in front, looked back at him and said with a smile: "If it is stolen, you can get it back. There must be Sherlock Holmes."
After Sui Qingchi listened to the broadcast in the classroom, she threw her mobile phone into the back of the desk, got up and went to the bathroom.
The cold water rushed over his fingers, and he didn't turn on the faucet until the class bell rang. He only felt that his fingers were pulled out of an ice cave. After returning to the classroom, there was a physics quiz. The test papers were passed down from the front. The female class leader in the front row turned around and saw that he was taking the stack of test papers with hands that were red with cold.
During the exam, I couldn't even hold the pen, and I had to breathe out of my mouth, but my heart was happy, like the scorching sun outside the window.
In late November, Sui Qingchi had another unblessed birthday. He is sixteen years old from today, and he is one step closer to the expected adulthood. It was the weekend, and I took the ball to the basketball court on the factory side, and I heard the sound of slapping the basketball from a distance, and someone got there first.
He turned to leave, hesitated for a moment, then fell back. For some reason, an idea popped into my mind—at least to see who it was.
Going around the wall, I saw the figure shooting under the basketball hoop as I wished.
His vision soared into the sky following the arc drawn by the three-pointer. The basketball hit the rim and bounced with a "bang". The dazzling winter sun bloomed on the corner of the backboard, making him squint his eyes.
The seventeen-year-old boy picked up the ball, turned around and saw him, was taken aback for a moment, and then raised his hand at him: "What a coincidence!"
Sui Qingchi pressed down on his baseball cap, patted the ball and walked over, every time the basketball in his hand hit the ground, the anxiety in his heart melted like caramel in the sun. He never thought that he would have to spend his sixteenth birthday with this person. At that time, he was still a little reluctant. How could he have imagined that many years later, he would wish to spend every birthday and every day of his life with this person.
Fu Cuo has gotten used to Sui Qingchi's reasonable and unreasonable collisions when he played ball. When he made a fake move, Sui Qingchi grabbed his clothes as usual. Maybe everyone is wearing too much clothes in late autumn. The resistance was high, and the ground was a little wet, so the two of them lost their balance and fell to the ground.
Sui Qingchi felt that Fu Cuo's body was pressing heavily on his stomach, and his brain suddenly broke, and his eyes "slapped" into blackness.
"Are you okay?" Fu got up by mistake to pull Sui Qingchi, but saw Sui Qingchi curled up on the ground with his stomach pressed, seemed very uncomfortable, "What's wrong? Did I hit somewhere?"
Sui Qingchi gasped for a long time, and only slowly saw something in front of his eyes. Fu Cuo knelt down to help him, and just as he took his hand, the wrist seemed to have collapsed, and it fell lightly on his palm, as light as A butterfly, he couldn't help being nervous: "Do you want it? Are you going to the hospital?"
"I'm a little hypoglycemic," Sui Qingchi slowly stood up, and said, "Just sit for a while." I couldn't help muttering in my heart, "Don't be afraid..."
The boy next to him seemed to really try to calm down, holding his hand and squatting beside him.
Fu Cuo has never encountered a person who fainted due to hypoglycemia. All he can do at the moment is wait, watching the afterglow of the setting sun shine on Sui Qingchi's body, crawling down his thin back little by little. Thinness is thinness, he thought, but when he bumped into me, he was so ruthless...
Sui Qingchi still hung his head weakly, but he couldn't help squinting at the people around him, and finally said: "Scared?"
Seeing that he had returned to his rebellious tone, Fu Cuo was relieved, sat down beside him, and asked, "Do you often have hypoglycemia?"
"When you're hungry." Sui Qingchi said.
"I'll go buy you a piece of bread." Fu patted him on the shoulder by mistake and stood up.
"Senior." Sui Qingchi called to stop him.
Fu Cuo turned his head, and Sui Qingchi pointed behind him. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hands, and after pointing, he limply put them back on his knees: "Take a look at your trousers."
Fu Cuo turned his head and saw the mud prints on the back of his trousers, smiled and patted off the mud.
Sui Qingchi watched him walk away, wondering why he just reminded him to pat his pants, this person would also laugh, but he had to admit that that smile bloomed under the early winter sunset, handsome and gentle .
Five minutes later, Fu Cuo bought the bread and yogurt, and gave Sui Qingchi the yogurt cup with the straw inserted. Sui Qingchi froze for a moment when he took it.
…like a birthday cake with candles, he thought, and thought the idea was hopeless enough.
The phone rang in his pocket. Sui Qingchi drank the yogurt silently, took out the phone and took a look. Fu Cuo saw that he had changed his phone. It wasn't the previous Apple, but a domestic one. He was a little surprised: "You change the phone?" phone?"
Sui Qingchi didn't answer, but put away her mobile phone: "Stop meddling in other people's business from now on."
Fu Cuo didn't understand: "Just let you be hungry?"
"It's not about that." Sui Qingchi lowered his head and secretly licked the corner of his mouth, worried that the yogurt would be stained, so he "stabbed" and tore open the bread package again.
Fu Cuo suddenly laughed out of nowhere.
Sui Qingchi frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
"Did you call me senior just now? I thought you wouldn't call someone senior."
Sui Qingchi thought that's all, what's so funny about it, your smile shouldn't be so cheap. After drinking the yogurt to the bottom, he squeezed the empty box, threw it into a trash can two meters away, and said, "Then I will call you Fu Cuo from now on."
Fu Cuo let out an "ah", and Sui Qingchi, who was eating bread, didn't move, obviously he was used to doing things his own way, so he had to say "oh" again in a helpless mood, sitting aside and looking up at the sky, watching The red sky turned purple little by little, just like their bruised youth.
Less than half a month had passed since the mobile phone theft incident, another violent incident occurred in the school, and the main character was actually Sui Qingchi again.
Fu Cuo also heard what happened. It was said that Sui Qingchi fought with someone in the basketball court, and the opponent was one of the boys who had been recorded before. According to eyewitnesses, Sui Qingchi was very strategic in fighting. One person against three people, knowing that it is impossible to beat, so from the beginning to the end, only one person is locked, and the target is found and beaten to death. So the scene at that time was that Sui Qingchi rode on the boy, punching him so hard that his mother wouldn't recognize him, and the other two boys followed Sui Qingchi's back and pulled and kicked, but it was useless at all, they were so useless. Sui Qingchi was vigorous and kicked as hard as Sui Qingchi did, the difference was like a hyena and a lion.
At the moment when the physical education teacher came to pull people away, many boys at the scene witnessed the tragic situation of nosebleeds, and they all said in unison in their hearts: Sui Qingchi won.
Teacher Xu asked the onlookers to disperse and asked what was going on, and the three of them identified Sui Qingchi in one go.
Teacher Xu asked him: "It was you who moved first..."
"Yes."
Sui Qingchi admitted before he finished asking, and he was extremely daring.
The teacher felt even more headache, and asked him, "Why did you hit someone?"
Sui Qingchi raised his shoulders, pulled up his coat, and said, "Because I'm ugly, I keep dangling in front of my eyes."
"..."
In the end, no one knew why Sui Qingchi beat someone, but it was definitely not because of the mobile phone. How long has passed since that incident, and it is impossible to settle accounts after autumn.
Fu Cuo was always a little concerned. He heard from a student who knew that after the physical education class, Sui Qingchi went to the locker on the first floor to put away the sportswear that he had changed. At that time, his expression was not very good. Later, he went to the infirmary to ask the teacher for it. Bandages were wrapped around his hands. At that time, no one knew that he was going to hit someone, and everyone thought he was injured somewhere while playing.
The lockers are in the foyer on the first floor. Sui Qingchi's lockers are in the row near the outside, which is very easy to find. Fu Cuo came out after changing his sneakers. After passing through the locker door, after a long conflict, he still walked over.
Somewhat anxiously, he pulled the door of the cabinet, and found that it was really not closed when it was over. However, before he could make up his mind to open it, the door was slammed back with a "bang".
Fu Cuo was taken aback. He saw Sui Qingchi who was standing next to him at some time. He didn't make any sound when he approached, but this shot made a whole row of cabinets move, and the violent sound echoed in the air. The deserted first-floor foyer.
Sui Qingchi pressed his hand on the cabinet door, and stared at him with gloomy eyes: "Didn't I tell you not to meddle in your own business?"
But Fu Cuo glanced at the deep cut on his wrist under his sleeve, and his eyes widened in horror.
Sui Qingchi didn't look at him, took the key and locked it, turned around and left.
The boy who was beaten by Sui Qingchi was sent to the infirmary and did not return to the classroom all afternoon. Rationally, Fu Cuo knew that this matter probably had nothing to do with him, but he couldn't get rid of the intuition that maybe he had caused some butterfly effect. After fidgeting for a class, he decided to go to the infirmary to have a look. On the one hand, he was worried about Sui Qingchi. Will there be a catastrophe, because he feels that he is definitely not a merciful person, and on the one hand, he also wants to know what the whole story is about.
The health teacher was not there when he arrived in the infirmary, and the injured boy was lying on his side on the hospital bed. He probably heard his footsteps, and immediately turned his head like a frightened bird.
Fu Cuo saw that he was still holding the mobile phone in his hand, so he knew that it was just suffering from flesh and blood, and there was no serious problem, so he was secretly relieved.
"What are you doing here?" The boy sat up, frowned and looked at him warily, apparently still remembering him.
"What did you put in his cabinet?" Fu Cuo asked.
"He didn't even tell you, did he?""Because his mother was his father's little lover, he was slapped in the face on the other day in New Heaven Square, and a lot of people saw her mother as a well-known bitch, and he was a wild bastard!"
Fu Cuo was stunned, as if he was the one who was slapped in the face, the burning sense of shame and humiliation has not passed for a long time...
He immediately understood what Sui Qingchi was doing, he understood too well, there was only one thing in his life, and he didn't want to tell anyone.
When I was a child, I was always asked, why are you called Fu Cuo? He always heard adults he knew and didn’t know muttering behind his back, why did parents name their children like this... This name is like an ugly scar, and he once dreamed of getting rid of it, wanting to have a child like someone else. Just like the children of his parents, he entrusted his parents' loving name, but when he really had this opportunity, he realized that the name had long been inseparable from him. Even if you change your name, you can't change the memory of Fu Cuo in other people's memory, you can't change the years he lived as Fu Cuo, you can't change how he came to this world... There are so many good names, but none of them are good. He, only Fu Cuo is him.
"It's your fault too," the boy's snort interrupted his trance, "I didn't intend to provoke him like this, why did you tell us?"
"Since you know that I am the one who reported it, why don't you come to me to settle the score?"
The boy hit the pillow with his fist and cursed: "Because that bastard Sui Qingchi is lying! Anyway, there is no one here, so let me tell you. The other day when we came to him, we asked him to borrow his mobile phone to play, yes He threw the phone in the toilet by himself, said he didn't want it, made us want to pick it up ourselves! Are you saying he is a son of a bitch?!"
Fu Cuo was really taken aback. What surprised him was that Sui Qingchi would throw his mobile phone in the urinal without hesitation in order to humiliate them, and these guys were actually willing to pick up the things that Sui Qingchi threw in the urinal in exchange for money. thing…
He was very preoccupied until after school, and he met Tan Si AK to go to the factory rehearsal together. When he passed the trash can outside the school, he stopped unconsciously. He remembered that Sui Qingchi seemed to have thrown something in it when he left.
"Fu wrong?" Tan Si called him from the front.
"... I seem to have left my phone in the classroom," he touched his body, "how about you go there first."
Tan Si nodded, and AK said, hurry up, and the two walked away talking and laughing.
Fu Cuo watched the two walk across the road, came to the trash can, glanced inside, and saw the things that had been torn into pieces, picked up a few pieces, and found that they were screenshots from the AV movie and printed When it came out, the screenshot was unsightly, and the words "son of a bitch" were written on it with a marker.
His anger made him clenched his fingers, wanting to throw it back immediately, but stopped, and finally tore up the scraps of paper several times until they were unrecognizable, before throwing them into another trash can more than ten meters away.
Looking up, there were such filthy things in the trash can, but the sky was still so blue, he couldn't help but think of the first encounter with Sui Qingchi on the bus, and he understood what it meant to be life as if it were just like the first time you saw it.
When he came to the rehearsal site, Tan Sixiang saw that he was worried and asked him what was wrong.
"Nothing," Fu Cuoqiang smiled energetically, put down the guitar bag, and asked curiously, "The boy who fought this morning is called Sui Qingchi, do you know him?"
"The one in the gymnasium fighting with someone?" Tan Sidiao paused his hands on the bass string, and said with admiration, "I didn't know him before, but now I know him."
"I know!" AK put down his drumsticks and said gossipingly, "My cousin is in the same class as him, and the one who got his iPhone stolen last time was also the owner. He really is a rich second generation. He is very rich, but he has a bad relationship with his mother. I heard that Sui Qingchi's grades are pretty good. My cousin said that he is often in the top ten of their grades, but that time his mother came to hold a parent-teacher meeting for him. I don't know what the head teacher said, but before his mother got into the car at the school gate, he told him to die or something, scolding very loudly, I'll go, my mother!"
Fu Cuo listened silently, got up and plugged in the guitar, and said, "Come to rehearse."