The first night Fu Jia slept in Lu Qi'an's apartment, she had a dream all night.
There is no special scene in the dream, just dreaming of a vague figure calling his name in a distant place.
He dreamed of the people he wanted to see, such as Lu Qi'an, Cen Mengke, and Da Tou, but at the same time he also dreamed of Lin Qing, Sister Chen, and Lu Wanqing's mother and son.
Strangely, Lu Wanqing and Lin Fengxun had never called his name in front of him, but he could clearly hear their mother and son facing him and shouting at the same time, "Fu Jia."
This sound made Fu Jia wake up. He opened his eyes and saw the darkness in the room. The sound of "Fu Jia" lingered in his ears for a long time, making him unable to return to his senses.
He fumbled under the pillow, found the second-hand button phone, opened it, and it was not yet six o'clock.
He breathed a sigh of relief and lay back again, covering his stomach with his hands.
Dreaming of the mother and son made him feel a little sick.
He couldn't sleep and waited with his eyes open for the sunrise at six o'clock. In a daze, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside, and then a faint light came in through the crack of the door.
The security here is so good, it should not be a thief. Besides, how can there be a thief in this world who turns on the light when he enters the door
Fu Jia hesitated for a while, didn't pay attention, continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze, but kept listening to the movement outside, but the person who came was cautious and the sound was so soft that people couldn't tell what he was doing. After about half an hour, the lights outside went out, and there was another sound of the door opening and closing.
After confirming that there was no movement outside, Fu Jia lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked out on tiptoe. He wanted to sneak a peek at who had been there, and didn't want to make a fuss, so he didn't wear shoes.
As sunrise approached, a dim light shone into the apartment. Fu Jia looked around and saw no traces left by anyone, only a faint sweet smell wafting in the air.
Fu Jia walked into the kitchen following the aroma, and saw the working oven. If you smell it carefully, you can smell the aroma of bread, with the smell of nuts in the middle.
There is also a soymilk maker next to the oven, which has entered the keep warm mode and does not emit any aroma, but the fat and white body reminds Fu Jia of it, which is attractive enough.
Fu Jia clenched his stomach and felt an unprecedented hunger.
He wanted to leave the kitchen and go to a room where there was no scent. But as soon as he turned around, the light was turned on.
Fu Jia shuddered with fright, the soles of his feet slipped, and he almost hit the cooking table. He was caught up in the oven's full attention, and he didn't even notice the footsteps of someone behind him.
Lu Qi'an put his hand down from the light switch, looked at the oven and the soymilk maker, then at Fu Jia's hand covering his stomach, and finally saw his bare feet, frowning slightly: "The kitchen is covered with tiles. , it's not too late for you to put on your shoes and come back."
Fu Jia shrank his toes stiffly, feeling very embarrassed, and explained feebly: "I... woke up early and found that someone had come, so I wanted to come out and have a look."
Lu Qi'an said, "It's Aunt Miao who takes care of me." He took out the quilt from the cabinet and poured water. He didn't drink it, but he didn't hand it to Fu Jia. Instead, he asked, "Have you washed yourself?"
Fu Jia was even more embarrassed. Because he found that Lu Qi'an was not only neatly dressed, but also put on a watch, indicating that he had already finished washing up. Fu Jia shook his head and said, "Not yet, I'll go now."
Lu Qi'an hummed.
Fu Jia quickly returned to the guest room, put on his shoes as soon as possible, and then changed into his school uniform. Last night, Lu Qi'an led him into the guest room and went back to his room, and he never came out after that. Fu Jia washed the clothes, but didn't know where to dry and where the hangers were. Fortunately, he found that the washing machine in the bathroom had a drying function and used it to dry the clothes.
After packing up, Fu Jia walked out of the room and found that Lu Qi'an had already sat at the dining table and had breakfast. The toast was sliced by him and divided into two portions. He ate one portion and placed the other portion opposite him, with a cup of soy milk next to each portion. Fu Jia guessed that it was for the Aunt Miao, and looked away wisely.
Fu Jia was so hungry that her stomach was burning like fire, she resisted and pretended not to care, and asked, "Where's Auntie Miao?"
After asking Fu Jia, he regretted it. He shouldn't have come up and asked Aunt Miao, it's too obvious, can he go to eat that breakfast if the owner of the breakfast is not there
Lu Qi'an knew what he was thinking and said, "Aunt Miao comes three times a day. I ask her to stagger my time, so she should come back at eleven o'clock."
Fu Jia was taken aback.
In this way, there is only one conclusion: the breakfast opposite Lu Qi'an is for him.
But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that Lu Qi'an didn't even want to see his aunt who took care of him every day, but last night, he invited him to stay here.
why…
Why
In the apartment, the dining room is connected to the living room. The sunlight of the sunrise fills the entire apartment through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, reflecting the warm yellow inside.
In an instant, Fu Jia thought about a lot of things, thinking of Lu Qi'an's unavoidable look on the basketball court. I remembered the dinner plate that was pushed over at noon yesterday.
There are many, many things, many years, many years.
He asked in a ghostly manner: "Lu Qi'an, are you... not just that you don't hate me?"
More than not disgusting.
This sentence can mean many things.
Lu Qi'an didn't answer right away. Where Fu Jia couldn't see, he clasped his hands together, which helped him think.
After a while, he asked Fu Jia, "Why do you ask that?"
Fu Jia lowered his head, covered his hot ears, and said, "Because you are very kind to me, it's not the same as before. I want to know if it's because I've changed a lot during this period of time, which makes you feel different to me. The same view…”
Lu Qi'an noticed his red ears, and also noticed "you are very good to me" in his words.
Obviously last night, what he said was only "good".
"You have indeed changed a lot." Lu Qi'an said, "But I told you clearly from the beginning that I don't hate you."
He remembered the incident when Fu Jialai deliberately blocked his way on the stairs of the villa, and when Fu Jia tore the bread into crumbs and put it in his textbook, and continued, "Unless you did something wrong."
Fu Jia was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Are his words that hard to understand? Lu Qi'an showed dissatisfaction and said, "You think."
Fu Jia couldn't help begging him: "Just give me a hint?"
His tone and eyes were not just pleading, but pleading.
Lu Qi'an slowed down and said, "What you want to do is your own freedom. I gave you some advice, but I never asked you to just listen to me."
Fu Jia still didn't understand: "Then tell me, what do you think I do well?"
Lu Qi'an exhaled heavily and said, "No. 6 Middle School attaches great importance to the weekly test. You should pay attention to the top ranking in the test. This is related to the selection of scholarships."
Fu Jia suddenly realized: "Okay, I'll go to review now."
After speaking, he went straight to the guest room. Going to get a bag. Because last night came under the pretext of studying, he packed a lot of textbooks in his bag.
"Fu Jia." Lu Qi'an stopped him, his voice lowered, slightly stern, "Have breakfast first."
Fu Jia braked on the spot.
Although it was a stern order, he felt a heat in his chest, and his face flushed: "I... I took a book and ate it while reading it."
Then he really took a math book out of the guest room and sat across from Lu Qi'an, holding the book in one hand and eating toast in the other.
He took the book, but just pretended, his eyes were never on the book, but glanced at the person opposite.
Lu Qi'an did not stop Fu Jia's absurd behavior, but said, "Today is Friday, do you know that today is a weekly test?"
Fu Jia groaned in his heart, and became completely cold.
Friday is the day when the sixth high school has a fixed weekly test.
He forgot! He completely forgot the date of the weekly test, thinking that he still had a few days to review!
Lu Qi'an put down the tableware and said, "Give me the book, and I'll give you two questions. You don't need to review anything else when you go to school, just read this."
Fu Jia responded dumbly and handed him the book.
Lu Qi'an walked into the living room, took a pen from the glove box on the table, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and turned to use the light outside the window to make marks on the textbook.
While eating breakfast, Fu Jia frequently turned to peek at him.
Of course, there was no peeping between Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an, because Lu Qi'an was very sensitive to Fu Jia's gaze, even if it was just a glance.
Lu Qi'an turned a blind eye to this, and steadily drew a circle on the title number. In the next second, the hand suddenly deviated from the track and drew an abrupt slash on the paper.
He calmly drew another mark along the slash to cover up the little mistake.
After breakfast, Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an came to the school together and separated in the school.
Fu Jia was so dizzy with joy that he completely forgot that he stayed out for no reason last night.
The dormitory grabbed his arm and took him into the head teacher's office. The two held a critique meeting together, taught Fu Jia a lesson for half an hour, and deducted two points for his quality.
Fu Jia was in a good mood and didn't feel sorry for these two points at all. After the head teacher let him go, he raced against time to start reviewing.
He was quite obedient. Lu Qi'an asked him not to review anything else, so he didn't review anything else and focused on the two questions he had drawn.
The weekly test in No. 6 Middle School will last all day. All subjects will be tested before school in the afternoon, and self-study will continue as usual in the evening. The students did not move, and the teachers were gathered and randomly assigned to invigilate each class.
This is Fu Jia's first exam in No. 6 Middle School. Both boring and difficult.
This painful emotion lasted for several exams, until the math exam started, and he saw Mr. Liu walking onto the podium with a paper in his hand.
Mrs. Liu didn't notice him at first, and only noticed Fu Jia when she started to circle around the classroom after handing out the papers. Then, she turned around Fu Jia instead.
Fu Jia was under a lot of pressure. He was already weak in mathematics, and with the teacher watching, he needed twice as much effort to concentrate. The air conditioner was on in the classroom, but he was sweating profusely. He did the last question in a confused way. He wanted to give up, but the question seemed familiar.
He read it several times and finally determined that this was the question Lu Qi'an gave him. Although not exactly the same, the method is the same, and even the steps are exactly the same when it is written.
It took him only five minutes to answer the question as if he had been beaten.
After collecting the papers, Mr. Liu asked another invigilator to take the papers away, while he came to Fu Jia and tapped him on the shoulder to encourage: "You did well in the test."
Fu Jia smiled modestly: "Thank you, teacher."
Teacher Liu also smiled: "Next time you have any questions, you can always come to my office and ask me."
Fu Jia nodded: "Okay."
Mr. Liu was very satisfied with his attitude, and asked him again: "It's time for lunch, do you have an appointment? Why don't you go to the staff cafeteria with me to eat."
Fu Jia looked at her in surprise: "Why did you invite me?"
Teacher Liu's smile deepened: "This is the first time I have seen Qi An so close to people other than Li Qinhe. I am curious and want to chat with you."
Fu Jia agreed with one hundred willingness in his heart.
This time, there were only the two of them. Teacher Liu insisted on treating guests, but Fu Jia insisted not to. She paid for the food herself, and paid attention to the meat dishes. Although it was enough to eat, Mr. Liu still added two dishes to Fu Jia.
"I'm very happy to see you interacting with Qi An. Actually, I don't like Li Qinhe and guys like that very much. I feel too frivolous." Teacher Liu has heard of the turbulence that Li Qinhe made in No. 6 Middle School. Today, Banhua is passed on to fight for him, and tomorrow, the ex-girlfriend is passed on to scold him in the street, which annoys Teacher Liu.
"I'm a friend from Qi'an's mother's side. I'm not familiar with his father's side, and I don't know much about the son-in-law over there. I always feel uneasy." Teacher Liu said bitterly, "I think you are quite good, although I started at Sixteen High School, but as soon as I turned it around, the problem wasn't that big, and you answered the last question in math beautifully."
Fu Jia responded without blushing: "I just happened to review that question."
The answer is of course beautiful, that is what Lu Qi'an taught him!
Teacher Liu sighed: "It's good, it shows that your review is very comprehensive. I feel much more at ease when Qi Anduo is with friends like you. Now I am the only friend of his mother who is still close to him. If he doesn't Well, I always feel sorry for his mother..."
Teacher Liu looked melancholy, as if he was caught in a memory.
Fu Jia was very curious about the "Mother Qi'an" in her words, but Mr. Liu's expression was wrong, and he did not rashly ask.
Soon, Teacher Liu exposed the topic and turned to discussing learning problems with Fu Jia.
They chatted until the meal was cool. When saying goodbye, Fu Jia looked at Teacher Liu's back and remembered that she had mentioned Mrs. Lu to Lu Qi'an yesterday. She obviously has a good relationship with Mrs. Lu, otherwise Lu Qi'an would not be so polite to her. It's just that there are hidden feelings in it, which made her complexion change before half of her words were spoken.
In fact, Fu Jia also knew a little about Mrs. Lu. He stayed in the Lin family villa for ten years, and heard more or less things that he shouldn't have heard.
Lu Qi'an's mother's name was Qi Bing. When Lu Qi'an was seven years old, she committed suicide. The cause of death was depression.
Fu Jia didn't know the exact time of Qi Bing's illness, nor the cause of her illness. She only knew that the mental breakdown had overwhelmed Qi Bing's body. She gradually became unable to take care of herself, unable to speak normally, and could only express short cry.
Before committing suicide, she could not even eat or excrete, and had various tubes inserted into her body.
The nurses watched over her 24 hours a day and only left for an hour before she fell asleep. Because Qi Bing doesn't want to have unfamiliar people around her when she is unconscious, it will drive her crazy. Rao is so, the nurses will also guard the place separated by a wall and keep awake all the time.
On the morning of Qi Bing's death, Lu Zhiyuan went overseas for business, and Lu Qi'an was taken out to study by his father's secretary. Only Lu Wanqing went to visit Qi Bing at Lu's house, but unfortunately she didn't stay long and left at noon.
No one thought that at eleven o'clock that night, Qi Bing was miraculously awake. She pulled the tube out of her mouth, which only took her ten seconds, and then she ate the entire bottle of pills she had on hand - which sent her into cardiac arrest. So when the nurses barged in, it was too late.
She hid this bottle of medicine when she was still able to walk. She planned to commit suicide for a long time, and she didn't look like a mentally broken person.
Not being with Qi Bing at home on this day became the most regrettable thing in the Lu family's life.