He's going to make a plan.
Fu Jia thought while washing the dishes.
On weekends, he works in a small restaurant near the school. This job started when he was just sixteen years old, and in two years, he has accumulated a small savings.
He had a card, and his father Lin Qing would regularly send money up, but this card was in Sister Chen's hand. Even if Fu Jia wanted to take a dime from it, she had to tell Sister Chen where the money went. And Sister Chen would record them one by one, and show them to Lu Wanqing on a regular basis.
After get off work in the evening, Fu Jia wandered the streets and went to No. 6 Middle School.
This high school is a cross from No. 16 Middle School, but No. 6 Middle School is a nationally famous school, while No. 16 Middle School is notorious.
Studying is the most troublesome thing for Fu Jia. He only started elementary school when he was eight years old. He had never received any education before, and he struggled to read all the way. The classmates are generally two years younger than him, but they are always a hundred times better than him in learning.
If it wasn't for Lin Qing's money, he wouldn't even be able to attend the Sixteenth Middle School.
It was obviously a weekend, but No. 6 Middle School was open, and a few students came in and out sporadically.
Thinking of her plan, Fu Jia stared at a male student with thick glasses and stopped him as he turned the corner.
"What's the matter with you?" The male student looked at Fu Jia suspiciously.
Fu Jia was also looking at him, compared his stature, and found that the two were very similar in shape.
"Sell me your school uniform." Fu Jia said.
"Ah?" The male student thought he had heard it wrong.
Fu Jia took out two hundred yuan and repeated: "If you sell me the school uniform, I will give you the money."
The male students' eyes narrowed.
He was very suspicious, and Fu Jia spent a lot of words to persuade him. In the end, it not only cost 200 yuan to get a school uniform, but also went to the nearest supermarket to buy him a pair of trousers and put on his jacket.
After the deal was completed, Fu Jia asked, "Do you know Lu Qi'an? He is also from your school."
After listening, the male classmate nodded heavily: "Of course I do. Who doesn't know him in school?"
"Then do you know which class he is in?"
The male student did not speak.
Fu Jia knew what he meant, but he would not give any more money. He took out a utility knife and turned it around in his hand, the blade pointed at himself for a while, and the male classmate for a while.
The male classmate immediately said, "He's in the second and first class of high school."
"Oh." Fu Jia put away the knife, "Go away."
The male classmate ran away like a gust of wind.
Fu Jia looked at the school uniform in his hand and put it on in the toilet of the supermarket.
No. 6 Middle School is not only good at learning, but also the school uniforms are notoriously good-looking. Although the whole city is uniform in sports uniforms, the color matching and lines of the school uniforms of No. 6 Middle School are the most simple and elegant, mainly in navy blue and white, and there are no bells and whistles.
Fu Jia grabbed the hem of the clothes and took a closer look. Even the fabric was the best.
He looked left and right in the mirror, and felt that this school uniform was just as appropriate for him as those good students.
On Monday, he skipped the last class in the morning, changed into the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School, and came to stay near No. 6 Middle School early. When the school bell rang at noon, a large number of students rushed out, and Fu Jia walked in when there were the most people.
He was not in a hurry at all, starting from the nearest teaching building, looking for the second and first classes of the senior high school floor by floor. The first building was not found. He also went to the store to buy a piece of bread, so naturally it seemed like he came to patronize every day.
He ate and searched, ate most of the bread, and finally found it.
The door was closed, and there was another person in the classroom. Fu Jia was lying on the railing in the corridor and pretended to be waiting for someone. That person seemed to be having lunch in the classroom and had no intention of leaving, which made Fu Jia feel impatient.
After finally waiting for him to finish eating, he came out with the lunch box, and Fu Jia had already crushed the bread in his hand into crumbs.
He walked into the empty classroom, flipped through the textbooks on each desk, checked the name on the title page, and quickly found "Lu Qi'an" in the third row.
Strong and powerful font.
He knew that there was a calligraphy hanging in the Lin family villa, which was a calligraphy gift from Lu Qi'an on Lu Wanqing's birthday. Lu Wanqing liked it so much that it was hung in the most conspicuous place in the house.
Lin Fengxun also has countless calligraphy written by Lu Qi'an. When he was young, Lu Qi'an often held his hand in the courtyard to teach him how to write, even if it was to write on the waste paper, Lin Fengxun asked Chen's wife to keep it.
With an expressionless face, Fu Jia put all the textbooks on the table, spread them out one by one, and evenly poured the crumbs into the pages, closed the books, pressed them down, and put them back in place.
He took out the note he had written earlier in the morning, grabbed a stapler on a nearby table, and stapled it to the inner layer of Lu Qi'an's schoolbag.
He left, and when he left the classroom, the classmate who went out to wash the lunch box just came back.
"Hey, who are you?"
Fu Jia ignored him.
He didn't know where his anger came from.
In the past two years, he has become more and more strange.
…
"Feng Feng."
Lu Qi'an held a big box in his hand and called out softly.
Lin Fengxun was in a fit of anger, leaned on the wheelchair, lifted the blanket to cover his face, and did not speak.
Lu Qi'an didn't get angry, didn't lift his blanket, just asked, "Why don't you take medicine?"
Lin Feng shook the blanket and expressed his dissatisfaction.
Lu Qi'an continued: "Fengfeng, as long as you don't take medicine once, aunt will hide and cry secretly. Even if you don't feel sorry for yourself, don't you feel sorry for your aunt?"
Lin Fengxun took off the blanket, his eyes were full of water mist, but he held on to not let the tears fall: "It's all my fault anyway!"
"I didn't say that."
"You have it!" Lin Fengxun finally cried.
Lu Qi'an didn't comfort him immediately, and waited for the first few times he cried the most before opening the box in his hand.
He tilted the box slightly and let Lin Feng look inside.
Lin Fengxun glanced at it, and there were all kinds of strange things in it. There are watches, there are car toys, there are puzzles, there are building blocks. These were his favorites, but he said, "I don't want gifts."
Lu Qi'an closed the box: "I haven't said I want to give it to you."
Lin Feng was stunned.
Lu Qi'an put the box on the ground and held Lin Fengxun's hand. Every time he wanted to preach to Lin Fengxun, he would do it, as if it was a comfort.
"The medicine is bitter?"
Lin Fengxun nodded awkwardly.
"I know you like sweets, you hate taking medicine, and you hate those instruments testing you, but Feng Feng, you can look at these as a game."
Lu Qi'an said slowly: "Whenever you encounter resistance, you don't like it, and you feel that you can't overcome it, it means that you have ushered in a game. In fact, life is a big game. We grit our teeth and persevere to the end, and we are the big winner. "
He opened the box again and took out a jigsaw puzzle. The pattern was a photo of Lu Wanqing's girlhood. She smiled beautifully. "Getting up early and taking medicine is a game. If you take medicine well, you win. If you don't vomit after eating, then you win another game."
He handed the puzzle to Lin Fengxun: "And I will always be with you. Every time I win, I will encourage you, praise you, and give you a gift. Can Feng Feng work hard with me?"
Lin Fengxun was stunned for a long time before he grasped the puzzle and nodded desperately. Looking at his mother's smile, his tears fell drop by drop, but he didn't make any sound.
Lu Qi'an fed Lin Fengxun some medicine, and the two children leaned against each other and played jigsaw puzzles on the round table in the courtyard. The sun was so good, Lu Qi'an's hair was illuminated golden, and his black pupils became translucent and clear, close to light brown. The color is very soft, like a plush pillow resting on the sofa.
Lin Feng was sleepy after playing for a while, and told Lu Qi'an that he wanted to sleep. Lu Qi'an helped him put down the backrest of the wheelchair, wrapped the blanket tightly, and put on an eye patch to let him sleep peacefully.
Fu Jia leaned against the cold wall and watched all this, feeling that his whole body was numb. The brain is numb, the legs and feet are numb, and the wounds on the hands from the cigarette butts are festering and numb.
Speaking of competitions, there are many more competitions in his life than Lin Fengxun.
The idea suddenly popped into his mind, and it was accompanied by a feeling of comparing himself with others.
Although he was only a child, he also knew how ridiculous he was. What's the use of this? Even if it proves to the world that "I am worse than Lin Fengxun", who would come over and pity him
During the lunch break, Sister Chen was sleeping in the room, breathing heavily. Fu Jia walked out of the room lightly, ran out the back door, and got into the gap in the courtyard guardrail outside the villa. He was young and terribly thin, and it was an easy job to drill.
As soon as he entered, he stepped on a branch, and the sound was crisp.
Lu Qi'an looked over and saw Fu Jia who suddenly appeared there, his expression did not change, his eyes remained calm.
Fu Jia froze in place and didn't dare to move.
Lu Qi'an raised his finger and put it to his mouth to make a hissing gesture. Fu Jia was flustered and covered her mouth tightly.
Lu Qi'an approached: "It's you."
Fu Jia was surprised: "Do you remember me?"
"Be quiet." Lu Qi'an said another shush, "I remember. Are your hands better?"
Fu Jia hid his hands behind him: "Much better, thank you for the Band-Aid."
Lu Qi'an nodded: "No thanks. But it's not suitable for you to come here, go back quickly."
Fu Jia nodded: "I know, I just want to come over and ask you a question, can I ask?"
Lu Qi'an was silent. He looked at Fu Jia quietly, there was no excess emotion in his eyes, no pity, no disgust, in short, nothing.
He said, "You ask."
Fu Jia took a deep breath: "You said that life is a big game, and then there are many small games in the big game. If you keep going, you will be a big winner. I want to ask a person who has no one to encourage or praise, how to persevere? ?"
Lu Qi'an said, "You heard me."
"Yeah." Fu Jia nodded and pointed to the servant's room window not far away, which was covered with only a crack. "What I saw from there, sticking my head out, I can hear a little bit." He was not caught in the slightest. Bao's guilt seems to be showing off instead.
Lu Qi'an nodded, not angry. He thought for a while and answered Fu Jia's question: "Self-esteem."
Fu Jia looked suspicious. He had learned the word, but he still didn't understand its meaning.
Lu Qi'an explained to him: "If you lose, you will be unwilling and feel that you are being looked down upon. That's why self-esteem is at work. If you don't want to lose, you have to win."
Fu Jia still didn't understand, but he knew that Lu Qi'an was right.
He doesn't want to lose.
"I've finished answering, you can go." Lu Qi'an issued an order to evict the guests.