Gu Fei's politics class immediately drew people, and he didn't even take his schoolbag. The politics teacher rushed to the office and scolded Old Xu. Old Xu arrived in the classroom when school was over.
"Jiang Cheng." He blocked Jiang Cheng, who had just taken his schoolbag and was about to leave.
"I don't know." Jiang Cheng replied. He knew that Old Xu was going to ask Gu Fei what was going on, but he really didn't know anything.
"There must be a reason for him to run suddenly?" Old Xu said.
Jiang Cheng only knew that Gu Fei answered the phone and went back immediately after saying a word, but he didn't hear anything else.
However, he didn't want to tell Old Xu, who knew what was going on with Gu Fei, and he didn't want this to be known by Old Xu. He didn't want to talk too much.
But Zhou Jing obviously didn't think much of him. Old Xu asked him, and he said, "He answered the phone and said he wanted to go home, and then ran away. Is there something at home?"
"Really," Old Xu frowned. After Zhou Jing left, he grabbed Jiang Cheng again, "Zhou Jing knows it, don't you?"
"Do I know that it matters? Don't you know it now?" Jiang Cheng took his schoolbag and walked out.
"You help Gu Fei send the schoolbag back?" Old Xu said from behind.
"No," Jiang Cheng turned his head, "Mr. Xu, if I ran away from school and didn't take my schoolbag, you must never let anyone send it back to me."
"Why?" Old Xu asked.
"Because it's very annoying," said Jiang Cheng, "not everyone wants others to touch their own things and send them home. Really, he will take it if he wants to. Even rascals can get in at the school, and he is afraid of himself. Can't students come in?"
Old Xu looked at him, as if he didn't react.
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything else, turned around and left.
Old Xu is like an old mother, with a lot of care and attention, but what people at this age need the least is this old hen-like loving care.
Especially Gu Fei is accustomed to this kind of look.
Jiang Cheng felt that Old Xu would definitely have to call Gu Fei for a while, but Gu Fei would definitely ignore him. This kind of teacher-student relationship, based on Old Xu's current emotional intelligence, really couldn't be improved.
At this point, Jiang Cheng suddenly missed his former head teacher.
Recalling that he had just opened his head, he quickly raised his head and took a breath, and cut off the head.
At noon, he actually wanted to go to Wang Jiu Ri’s house to eat pies, but he felt that he ran over to see Captain Jiu Sun a little bit nothing to say. He also didn’t want Captain Jiu Sun to keep pulling him and talk about tactics excitedly. .
So he still ate a bowl of noodles at the shop at the corner of the street.
When I returned to Li Baoguo, I was surprised to find that Li Baoguo was actually at home, sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and looking at it in dim light.
Li Baoguo’s house is sandwiched between the front and rear buildings. It is still a concave structure. The light is very poor. The sun is shining outside, and it looks like dusk when entering the house.
Every time Jiang Cheng came in, he felt depressed, and he reached out and turned on the light in the living room.
"Yo," Li Baoguo raised his head in shock, "Cheng Cheng is back?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, his face was blue and purple, and the corners of his mouth were still swollen. It seems that he was beaten very lightly yesterday. If he didn't go there, maybe Li Baoguo would have to go to the hospital now, "You …Is it all right?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Li Baoguo touched his face, "This little injury is nothing. I think when I was still working in the factory, just like theirs, they didn't have enough hand for me..."
"I've already eaten," Jiang Cheng interrupted him, and went into the back room. "You can eat yourself."
When Jiang Cheng just took off his coat and wanted to go to bed for a while, the door was pushed open.
"Cheng Cheng," Li Baoguo leaned in half of his body, "were you all right yesterday?"
Jiang Cheng was a little helpless. He didn't have the habit of locking the door, because as long as the door was closed since he was a child, no one would open his door casually. It seems that he has to remember to lock the door now.
"It's okay," Jiang Cheng said, "I want to sleep for a while."
"Your dad is useless," Li Baoguo said, without the intention of closing the door and going out. "Your dad was beaten in the street, and you have to save him. You feel ashamed, don't you?"
Jiang Cheng didn't speak. When Li Baoguo, "your dad" said it, his first reaction did not remember that this "your dad" refers to Li Baoguo himself.
"But don't worry," Li Baoguo continued, "whatever happens to your dad, nothing will happen to you!"
"Well, I see," Jiang Cheng patiently said, "I will sleep for a while, I am a little sleepy."
Li Baoguo nodded, turned and walked away, but the door remained open.
Jiang Cheng had to go and close the door again, and he hesitated for a while. Li Baoguo was outside. He could hear the sound of locking the door. Jiang Cheng didn't want to be too embarrassed.
When I was lying down, I felt very tired. I don't know if it was because I played a ball with an injury or I didn't sleep well yesterday.
Li Baoguo rarely went to play cards at noon today. Jiang Cheng could hear him coughing in the living room at noon. Several times he remembered asking him to go to the hospital to see if it was pharyngitis. From the time of winter vacation until now, the mid-term exams are coming soon. Now, Li Baoguo's cough has never been better.
I couldn't fall asleep listening to such a sound during a nap, and the child was hitting upstairs again. It was not the house that was yesterday, but the house was changed. There are several families with children in this building, and they take turns beating their children every day. Today, your house and tomorrow my house, if they catch up, they will fight together.
Every child shouted so heartbreakingly. If a neighbor couldn't listen to a few words, he would be scolded along with him.
In short, this old building is very lively every day, full of life atmosphere that Jiang Cheng has never touched.
Li Baoguo's cough finally disappeared with the sound of the door of the living room. Jiang Cheng touched the phone and looked at it. It was time for him to get up and go to school.
Gu Fei did not come to school this afternoon.
During the beginning of school, Gu Fei was either late or absent from class. It seemed to be a normal state. The classmates were not curious, and the teacher did not bother too much.
Only Old Xu would insist on asking.
When school was over in the afternoon, Jiang Cheng was stopped by Old Xu again.
"Jiang Cheng, are you reluctant to communicate with your teacher?" Old Xu smelled of alcohol.
Jiang Cheng also discovered during this time that although Old Xu would not be drunk, he often smelled of alcohol. Zhou Jing said that he would take two sips every morning.
It was also because of this being called by the principal of the school, but it hasn't been constrained.
"On this point, he's quite quack." Zhou Jing said.
Jiang Cheng didn't know if it was because of this that Old Xu liked Li Bai very much. He would often diverge in class. No matter what the content of the text, he can diverge to Li Bai.
"Speaking of this xx, I just want to talk about Li Bai," he usually starts like this, "Li Bai, an old thing..." (End of this chapter)