Liu Cheng felt that his eyes were strange. Not only was he not afraid, but he also had a calmness in which he could win. But he didn't think that Fu Jia dared to resist him, so he grinned: "You are wise."
A class soon ended, and Fu Jia and Liu Cheng walked out of the classroom.
Behind the teaching building is a grove with lush trees, but it is not well planned. It is blocked by the teaching building and shrouded in shadows. This is a favorite place for people like Liu Cheng, where hitting or swearing is very covert.
Liu Cheng took out a cigarette and smoked it. From the ignition to the smoke ring, his movements were smooth: "Give money, can you make money by standing still?"
Fu Jia leaned his back against the tree trunk and extended his hand to him.
Liu Cheng squinted his eyes from the smoke, but he could see that he was not holding red banknotes, but a small utility knife.
He raised his hand and slapped Fu Jia's head in the direction: "Are you kidding me?"
As if feeling no pain, Fu Jia straightened his neck: "I don't have any money, so don't even dream of getting money from me."
Liu Cheng thought this was ridiculous. Did he hear it wrong? How dare Fu Jia talk to him like this? He clenched his fists and gestured to fight: "Do you want to die?"
Fu Jia tore off the casing of the knife, threw it to the ground, pressed the blade against his neck, and said, "Aren't you afraid of the teacher or the police? I'll scratch my neck with this now and call the police, guess what? Will the police arrest you?"
Liu Cheng cursed and spit out the flaming cigarette on the ground: "Do you think Lao Tzu is a junior high school student, can you be fooled by these two words?" He stepped up and grabbed the knife in Fu Jia's hand.
Fu Jia let go of his hand and let him take the knife away.
Liu Cheng was so angry that his head was smoking, as if he had been humiliated by the sky, he raised his foot and kicked Fu Jia's stomach while swearing outside.
He exerted 12 points of strength, and Fu Jia propped himself up on the tree, but he still stepped back several steps and fell to the ground.
Liu Cheng made another step.
Almost at the same time, hurried footsteps sounded behind them, and several teachers hurried over, saw the knife in Liu Cheng's hand from a distance, and stopped loudly:
"What are you doing, put down the knife!"
Fu Jia leaned weakly against the wall, feigning horror.
The teachers ran over and restrained Liu Cheng's hand holding the knife. Liu Cheng subconsciously grabbed the teacher's hand, but naturally he couldn't. He looked at Fu Jia, not missing a smile that was about to slip away from his eyes.
There is nothing to argue about. Although Liu Cheng has been defending, how can the teachers believe what he said? He was a notoriously bad student, not to mention they saw Liu Cheng kicking people with their own eyes.
The teachers took Liu Cheng away, leaving a male teacher to comfort Fu Jia.
He patted Fu Jia on the back and said with lingering fears, "Fortunately, some classmates reported it in time. The school is strictly forbidden to carry knives. How could he dare to do such a thing?"
Fu Jia nodded, could it be in time? He bought the classmate a 20 yuan snack, and let him seize the opportunity, not one second is too early, not one second is too late.
Fu Jia said, "Thank you, teacher. I'm not afraid anymore. I'll go back to class now."
The teacher smiled with relief: "You don't have to worry, we will definitely teach Liu Cheng a good lesson."
The teacher sent Fu Jia all the way into the classroom. Fu Jia sat obediently in the seat, opened the textbook and looked like a good student. When the teacher was far away, he closed the book abruptly, ran all the way downstairs, and returned to the woods behind the teaching building.
The half of the cigarette Liu Cheng spit out is still there.
Fu Jia picked up the cigarette, put it in his pocket, and went to the school store to buy a lighter. When the bell rang for class, instead of returning to the classroom, he went to the bathroom.
He took out the cigarette, wiped the cigarette holder with his sleeve, and stuffed it into his mouth.
He imitated Liu Cheng's movements as much as possible, but it was still clumsy. When he finally lit the cigarette and took the first breath, the burning sensation eroded his lungs, and he tried his best not to cough.
This is his booty.
After self-study next night, Fu Jia returned to the Lin family villa and keenly noticed something unusual in the mansion.
Sister Chen said, "My wife's nephew is here."
Fu Jia was stunned: "Which nephew?"
Sister Chen gave him a strange look: "Which nephew could there be?"
Fu Jia pursed his lips.
Sister-in-law Chen looked at him, as if seeing through something, and there was something like pity in those drooping eyes: "He and Fengfeng are in the yard."
Fu Jia responded and returned to his room.
He sometimes likes his room.
The room is a servant's room, with poor lighting and poor ventilation. When the rainy season comes, the quilt is so damp that water can be squeezed out. But if you find the right angle, you can see the courtyard of the Lin family villa from the middle of a slit.
The garden is lit. Lin Fengxun sat in a wheelchair with his back to Fu Jia, and a teenager stood beside him. Lin Fengxun raised his head and said something, and the boy squatted down and helped him tighten the blanket covering him.
Lin Feng's golden retriever, Duoduo, approached the owner with the ball in his mouth, and kept circling around the boy.
The young man rubbed Duoduo's head and turned to Fu Jia's side as it jumped.
He lowered his eyes and had a handsome face.
Fu Jia stared at him greedily, as if his eyes were so hot that it was equivalent to owning this person.
Lin Fengxun turned his face sideways, opened and closed his lips, and called out something.
Fu Jia has watched it for nearly ten years, and can easily read his mouth shape—
"Brother Qi An."
Fu Jia followed suit and made the same mouth shape.
There was a hole in his heart, and the big black hole was pulling him, and he was about to fall to the bottom, almost.