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The thin fist could not resist any strength, but was even more reviled.
"I'm so proud, let you steal a cigarette, and you'll fight me back?" The boy who took the lead grabbed Liao Nanqing's collar, pouted, and kicked him in the leg like a ruffian, "How dare you stare at me? ?"
Subei Mo finally knew why this kid insisted on buying cigarettes.
Subei Mo has been good at studying since he was a child. In high school, he did not stay in No. 1 Middle School, but instead was admitted to the urban high school. Everyone there is eager to study and take university entrance exams, and no one plays the vulgar game of campus bullying. If there is, then Subei Mo didn't notice it.
He is a key student in the top class, with excellent grades, excellent sports, and a cheerful personality.
Negativeness in the campus and him are two boundaries, and besides, this kind of mistake should not have occurred.
Liao Nanqing gritted his teeth and said nothing. Subeimo didn't know whether this stupid boy was not afraid of pain or was used to being beaten, but suddenly he felt that he was quite stubborn.
But if you look closely, you can see that Liao Nanqing has been trembling all the time. Like a bullied milk dog, he wants to be fierce but can't be fierce, and his limbs that are so thin that they are malnourished can't compare to other people's thick arms and thick legs.
Subei Mo sighed, disgusting the phenomenon of campus bullying very much in his heart. He took out his phone and moved closer to them. Aiming at the focus, I took a few photos carefully, and they caught everyone's attention. Each one was a fierce look of them pulling Liao Nanqing's collar.
"What are you doing?!" The boy at the head loosened Liao Nanqing's collar in a panic.
"It's nothing." Subei Mo sullenly put his mobile phone in his bag. He is tall and belongs to the basketball team. Standing in front of them is a dark shadow, but the other party dare not act rashly.
At most, they were just a few high school students. The family was spoiled, and the pampered ones never fought. So I didn't dare to really make trouble with Subei Mo. The boy at the head spit at Liao Nanqing unluckily: "Today is your luck."
After walking a few steps, he turned around and glared at Su Beimo fiercely.
Liao Nanqing touched his slightly swollen face, then bent down silently for a long time to brush the dust off his legs. He hesitated to look at Subei Mo, unable to guess what the other party meant. And Subei Mo had no idea at all, Gu Zi turned around to wait for the bus, Liao Nanqing limped along with him to the bus stop to wait for the bus, and leaned to the side frantically.
The look of hesitating.
The bus at 4:20 stopped slowly, and Subei Mo Gu got on the bus. Liao Nanqing still did not speak, nor did he get into the car. The inside of the car was very empty, so Subeimo found a seat by the window and sat down, inadvertently but deliberately looking at the silly boy.
The next second the bus started, he saw Liao Nanqing make a thank you mouth.
Very light, so light that it's really just a mouth shape without any sound.
It's so hot in summer, and the hot road stones are dull. The lonely Liao Nanqing was like a dead grass, and soon disappeared from his sight as the car started.
Subei Mo yawned.
I thought absentmindedly: This steamed bun has such a cowardly temper.
When he got home, there was a pair of clean leather shoes at the door, and Su Jing had already arrived. The smell of braised pork wafted from the kitchen, which was Su Jing's specialty. Subei Mo took the okra he bought in for washing, and the two of them fried a few dishes and had a simple dinner.
During the meal, Su Jing remembered something, gave Subei Mo a card, and explained, "I put some money in the card. You are a senior, and you are going to go out for an internship soon. This money should be used."
"Mom also gave me money, I don't need that much." Subei Mo didn't ask for it.
Su Jing paused for a while, then retracted the card. After taking a few bites of the dish roughly, he said, "You still have to visit your grandma often, she loves you the most."
"Ok, I know."
"You make time this Sunday." Su Jing thought about it and said, "I showed you a suite in the city. If you think it's okay, you can book it."
Su Jing is not a person who talks about feelings, and he can't gossip with his son. Over the years, I have been conscientious in the company's research and development department, and I have made a lot of money. He doesn't spend much money, and he keeps it all for Subei Mo.
Su Jing is not good at words, and seems to have a faint relationship with Subei Mo, but in fact he is very concerned. Every time Subei Mo said that he would come back to live, no matter how busy Su Jing was, he would try to find time to come back and cook a meal for Subei Mo.
The vision outside the dining room window was a little blurry. As the night approached, the sunset came to an end, and the sound came one after another. Across the transparent glass window, the sunset is a gorgeous orange-red, like the afterimage left after a fire burns out.
Soon, that touch of color disappeared, covered with a thick night.
The ink is dark, and every house in the community is lit with lights. The street lamps downstairs also turned on one by one, and mosquitoes circled under the lights. Many residents who took a walk after dinner gathered to chat, and the idle atmosphere was relaxing.
Subei Mo made a cup of coffee and yawned lazily.
This is his last comfortable summer vacation. He is a senior at the beginning of school, and he is busy doing internships in companies and learning how to survive in society.
It was noon the next day when he met Liao Nanqing again, and his face was covered with color. Wearing a long sleeve in the hot summer makes you thinner and thinner. During lunch break, students usually eat in the school cafeteria. Few people come to the stationery store under the scorching sun on such a hot day, not to mention that it takes about ten minutes to walk from No.1 Middle School. Liao Nanqing's forehead was slightly wet and covered with sweat.
Subei Mo was startled by his appearance, and suddenly he couldn't turn his head.
"Three packs of cigarettes, cheaper."
Liao Nanqing's voice was very low, and he was deep in the haze, almost unable to see the expression on his face. The coat covered his thin body, exuding a sour sweaty smell in response to the weather. It was dull and bitter, as if someone had strangled his neck and pinched it inward.
So depressing.
This feeling of helplessness is invisible. Subei Mo didn't know what to do, and became a little impatient: "You won't tell your parents or teachers?"
Liao Nanqing lowered his head and did not speak, and quietly took money from his pocket.
Subei Mo mocked him: "Coward."
Liao Nanqing's hand paused for a moment, without refuting, and lowered his head even more so that he couldn't see it.
Subei Mo thought, this guy may be used to being bullied. So I took out my phone and asked him, "What's your phone number? I'll show you yesterday's photo, and you can show it to your teacher. No. 1 Middle School has always been very strict, and this evidence is enough to make them honest."
"It's useless." Liao Nanqing said softly.
"what?"
"The teacher won't believe me." Liao Nanqing hesitated for a while and said, concealing a very important fact, "My grades are not good..."
"Where are your parents?" Subeimo repeatedly told himself not to meddle in his own business, but Liao Nanqing's back was pressed against the dark clouds, which made him uncomfortable.
"They're divorced... they don't care about me." Liao Nanqing's eyes dodged, and at the end, he looked at the ground timidly, and he was relieved after confirming that he really didn't know the truth.
Subei Mo suddenly didn't know what to say, and changed his mouth: "How much does it cost for cigarettes."
"Are there ten dollars?"
"Yes." Subei Mo threw him three packs, looking at his injured face and felt very uncomfortable. The air-conditioning blown by the old air conditioner is not very cool, so Subeimo also turned on a small fan, and the sound was annoying. The action of collecting money became long, and a line of time lines meandering, magnifying the suffocation of summer noon infinitely.
Liao Nanqing hid the cigarette in his coat, turned around and was about to leave, but Subeimo stopped him. Liao Nanqing turned back nervously, for fear that Subei Mo would change his mind and stop selling his cigarettes.
He was hesitating whether to run or not, but saw Subei Mo put two Band-Aid on the counter: "Here you are."
Liao Nanqing's eyes suddenly lit up, but just for a second, the smog dissipated for a second.
"Thank you, thank you..."
Or maybe there was not even a second, but for Liao Nanqing, it was enough to recall a whole day. Subei Mo didn't know, he was the only one who didn't look at Liao Nanqing with tinted glasses over the years. The two band-aids given as gifts made Liao Nanqing sure that he is a good person. This sense of recognition is undoubtedly another kind of pressure.
Maybe it's because Subei Mo didn't know Liao Nanqing's life experience, or maybe it was because Subei Mo took pity on Liao Nanqing.
But no matter what kind, Liao Nanqing took the Band-Aid.
The first day, the second day, the third day...
Liao Nanqing came to buy cigarettes, and the cigarettes they bought were more expensive each time. And his face was always colored, and Subei Mo couldn't stand it any longer, so he gave two band-aids. Liao Nanqing felt embarrassed at first, but gradually he accepted it calmly. And they will all thank him. His movements are very careful, as if the two band-aids are some valuable things, and they are treasured in his pockets.
Subei Mo removed a box of Band-Aid and presented it to Liao Nanqing in the form of two pieces a day.
Other than that, they didn't talk much.
Every time he saw the two band-aids on the counter, there was always an indifferent light in Liao Nanqing's eyes, very small and faint. Like a sacred ceremony, he actually began to look forward to buying cigarettes every day.
He wanted to talk to Subei Mo, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only solemnly accept the subtle kindness from Subei Mo.
Band-aids have never been reluctant to use, and many are piled up in the drawers at home day by day.
Every time Liao Nanqing had instant noodles for dinner, he would look at them. This kindness from outside was novel and longing for him.
The make-up classes in the summer are so boring, but Liao Nanqing doesn't think that his mind is full of Subei Mo, and he wants to have a word with him. Just one sentence. In addition to buying cigarettes, parents, classmates, other words. Ordinary, plain, like a friend.
On Wednesday afternoon, Liao Nanqing skipped class for the first time ever.
Those boys let him smoke together at noon. He didn't want to, and for the first time tremblingly climbed out of the campus wall. He walked around the stationery store and saw Subei Mo who was saying goodbye to his aunt.
He straddled a blue backpack diagonally and walked all the way, with Liao Nanqing following carefully behind him. Followed him all the way to the vegetable market and saw that he bought a lot of vegetables. Liao Nanqing thought of the instant noodles in his home, thinking that he was going to a restaurant tonight, and he would also eat vegetables and stir-fry.
Thinking about it carefully, I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time.
He saw that Subei Mo bought eggplant, tofu, fish, and some cooked food.
Liao Nanqing pondered that he would also order fried eggplant with sauce, tofu soup, and braised fish. I just don't know how much it will cost and if this month's expenses are enough.
Thinking about it, Su Beimo stood in front of him: "Why are you always following me?"
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