Slow-Witted

Chapter 43

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After New Year's Day, the students of No. 6 Middle School ushered in a dull and dark final hell.

The first weekly test of the new year is also the first weekly test after the start of the final sprint period. The classmates who didn't usually work hard began to make progress, while Fu Jia wasted a lot of energy on the recitation team. This time, the test scores dropped significantly, and he fell out of the top ten in the class. His first reaction after knowing the grades was to destroy the grades, but Lu Qi'an learned about it from somewhere else.

In this regard, Lu Qi'an's reaction was relatively mild. He did not criticize Fu Jia, nor pursued him for destroying his transcripts. Instead, he carefully helped Fu Jia analyze the reasons for the unfavorable examinations, and comforted him not to be discouraged. One mistake is not counted. what.

Fu Jia was greatly moved, thinking that this was the end of the matter. He waited for the weekend of the new week, intending to bring Lu Qi'an to bed on a quiet night to do something happy. He put his arms around Lu Qi'an's neck and leaned in to kiss him, but was rejected by Lu Qi'an's words: "Until your grades stabilize, don't let these things take your attention."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Jia was dumbfounded. Doesn't this mean that if he doesn't get good grades, he will never be able to make out with Lu Qi'an again

"Then it's just a kiss... Is that okay?" Fu Jia asked secondly.

Lu Qi'an was shaken for a moment, but in the end he still refused.

At that moment, it seemed as if a thunder had struck Fu Jia.

In order to make out with Lu Qi'an one day earlier, Fu Jia quickly regained his previous study state, pulled out all the tenacity in his body, and read until midnight with the light on every night. After falling asleep, he was solving math problems even in his dreams.

Lu Qi'an stayed up with him for two nights. The first day he was serious, but the next day he couldn't stand it any longer. He stipulated that Fu Jia could only solve one math problem every night, dictate ten English words, and go to rest once the task was completed.

On the contrary, Fu Jia disagreed: "That won't work. I'm so stupid and my foundation is poor. If I don't learn more than others, I can't catch up with others. Besides, it's the end of the semester, and everyone learns very late."

Lu Qi'an said, "I'll help you focus."

Fu Jia was a little moved, but after considering it for a moment, he said, "No, I'm not sure I will pass the exam if I focus on it."

"Just do your best, don't force it." Lu Qi'an gave in decisively.

Fu Jia immediately closed the book, faced Lu Qi'an with a smile, hugged his waist and said, "Then kiss me."

Lu Qi'an stroked his hair, maintaining the last sternness: "Don't be afraid if you fail the exam next time, and don't hide your transcript, just show it to me, you know?"

Fu Jia nodded vigorously.

Lu Qi'an softened his face, lowered his head and kissed him.

With Lu Qi'an behind him and pressure and motivation, Fu Jia finally achieved a final result that satisfied both him and Lu Qi'an.

The winter vacation started, but Fu Jia was not happy. The vacation time of the third year of high school was nearly ten days later than that of the second year of high school. Fu Jia transferred to the sixth middle school in the first year. It was the first time I heard that there was such a regulation. He was so angry that he jumped, but there was nothing he could do. On the first day of the winter vacation, he could only watch Lu Qi'an wash up, watch him change into his school uniform, and then watch him go out to school.

He spent a day at home alone, and didn't do anything except wait for Lu Qi'an to come back.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he couldn't take it anymore, put on his clothes and went out, came to the gate of No. 6 Middle School early to squat, and waited for Lu Qi'an under the street lamp.

Finally, after school was over, Fu Jia found Lu Qi'an from the crowd and almost burst into tears. Regardless of the number of students around him, he ran against the flow of people and threw himself on Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qi'an hugged him who was rampaging, touched his cold coat, and was a little helpless: "Why did you come out?"

Fu Jia rubbed in his arms, her tone aggrieved: "I miss you so much."

Lu Qi'an: "..."

He got home at five o'clock in the evening for dinner, and went out to study at night at seven o'clock. In just a few hours, he began to "I miss you so much"

Lu Qi'an released him and said, "Go home."

Fu Jia eagerly agreed.

That night, Fu Jiapai slept in Lu Qi'an's arms, still not sleeping well. He had a dream in the fog, dreaming that he couldn't find Lu Qi'an, so he took a taxi all over the city to find him, the car drove all over the city, and finally found him somewhere. Fu Jia settled the bill for the driver and was about to get out of the car, but when he touched it, he found that his pocket was empty, not a penny. The driver won't let you get off the car if you can't pay. Fu Jia patted the car window with all her might, watching Lu Qi'an walk away...

Fu Jia woke up.

He suddenly realized a serious problem.

He cautiously got out of Lu Qi'an's arms, tiptoed out of the master bedroom, went to the guest room to find his hidden passbook, and glanced at the moonlight.

He has been doing odd jobs non-stop since he made his first money with these hands when he was sixteen. Especially during the winter and summer vacations, there will be two more copies, which will fill up one day. A few months ago, he enrolled in No. 6 Middle School. Because No. 6 Middle School strictly forbids students to take part-time jobs, he could only see that there was no credit in his bankbook. He has been telling himself for the past few years that he should hurry up to make money during the holidays, and it is also with this money that he has gained a lot of security. Even if he hasn't left the Lin family yet, even if he has to stay in the Lin family for several years, as long as he has money in his hand, he can leave at any time, he has always thought so subconsciously.

However, after receiving Lu Qi'an's response, he indulged in this feeling, and even forgot that he was a person who couldn't even give Lu Qi'an milk for a semester.

He was so poor, but he and Lu Qi'an lived a life of worry-free food and clothing, and he had everything he wanted in the apartment without him spending a penny. While Aunt Miao took care of Lu Qi'an, she also took good care of him, and even took special care of his diet because of his poor nutrition before.

On the other hand, Fu Jia, if he was asked to buy something for Lu Qi'an now, he couldn't afford it. What's more, he still has one year of high school to study, and four years of university in the future. How can he afford it? Should he ask Lu Qi'an to pay him

Or maybe... the Lin family, the Lu family

Early the next day, Fu Jia told Lu Qi'an that he wanted to go to work during the winter vacation.

Lu Qi'an didn't seem surprised and asked him directly, "Where are you going to work?"

Fu Jia said, "KTV." It was the KTV introduced by Cen Mengke before he came to No. 6 Middle School. With Cen Mengke, he would definitely be able to join the job smoothly.

"No." Lu Qi'an refused directly.

"Don't be in a hurry to say no, there's nothing wrong." Fu Jia persuaded him and raised his finger to count him, "Look, it's close to home, the salary is high, and it's easy, and I have acquaintances there. ."

acquaintance

Fu Jia was still praising this KTV, but Lu Qi'an never responded to him. The more he talked, the more he felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he stopped quickly and observed Lu Qi'an's face: "I can earn a little less, I only work for six hours, go at noon, and come back in the evening. But... If you really don't want me to go, I will …”

Fu Jia gritted his teeth and spit out three words: "...not going."

Lu Qi'an looked at Fu Jia silently, and Fu Jia also looked at him worriedly, mainly because he was worried that he would be angry.

In fact, Lu Qi'an does not exclude Fu Jia from making money on his own. On the one hand, Fu Jia won't let him bear the burden of his own life all the time, and he doesn't want to use this approach to destroy Fu Jia's independence and self-esteem. But on the other hand, Lu Qi'an didn't want to let Fu Jia leave his control and leave the safe zone he had set out for Fu Jia.

After thinking for a while, Lu Qi'an said, "Go if you want. Even if I don't agree, you can do what you want, don't worry about me too much. Pay attention to safety, and give anything to the work place. I call."

Fu Jia nodded vigorously, and eagerly found his key cell phone and said, "Then let me record your phone number."

In this way, Fu Jia got a job as she wished, and also took the opportunity to get her boyfriend's phone number.

Soon, the third year of high school began to have a holiday, and the person who wanted to stay at home alone became Lu Qi'an. Fortunately, Fu Jia's working hours are not long, and the boss is not strict, so the two still have a lot of time to spend together.

Since the holiday, Lu Qi'an has been doing something. Every morning and evening, when Fu Jia was at home, he would cut off the communication between his mobile phone and landline, and wait until Fu Jia went out to connect. He was careful and careful, so Fu Jia didn't notice it at all.

One afternoon, he opened the communication as usual, and finally received a call that he had been waiting for for a long time.

In fact, this phone call was the biggest reason why Lu Qi'an agreed to Fu Jia's part-time job.

After the holiday, you can no longer use study as an excuse, and the Lu family will definitely contact him. It just so happened that Fu Jia proposed to take a part-time job, so he could keep a little distance from him, so that he could deal with it.

Lu Qian walked to the balcony to answer the phone.

"A holiday?" Lu Zhiyuan's low voice came from the phone.

"Yes, Dad."

"It's hard to contact you. What are you busy with in the morning and evening?"

"I set aside some time to meditate and study."

Lu Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone sneered softly. Very light, but with Lu Qi'an's understanding of his father, a strong irony can be heard from it.

"Let's go home, our father and son haven't seen each other for a long time, I have something to ask you."

"Okay." Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, "What time is convenient for you?"

"Now." Lu Zhiyuan didn't give Lu Qi'an any chance to breathe, and ordered sternly, "You come back now."

For Lu Qi'an, Lu Zhiyuan doesn't need too much love, just put pressure directly, no matter how old Lu Qi'an grows up.

In the Lu family, fathers have absolute confidence to suppress their sons.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qi'an stood silently on the balcony, as if seeing the towering snow-capped mountains rumbling and collapsing, pressing down on him.