The first class in the afternoon was Chinese. Lu Qi'an opened the textbook and entered the crumbs sticking to the inner pages.
Dense, horribly disgusting.
He closed the book and placed it in the upper corner of the table without touching it.
Li Qinhe sat next to him, and when he saw that Lu Qi'an didn't need a textbook, he asked, "What's going on?"
Lu Qi'an said, "Someone is playing a prank."
Li Qin and his mouth made an O shape: "Who dares to provoke you, there are still people in this school who dare to pluck your head?"
Lu Qi'an didn't speak, when Li Qinhe didn't exist.
Li Qinhe knew that he was angry. They have grown up together since they were children, and he knows Lu Qi'an's poverty-stricken problems better than anyone else. In the entire No. 6 middle school, there is no boy who can clean up more neatly than Lu Qi'an. The most direct proof is that all of Lu Qi'an's textbooks have no corners, no corners!
"Then how did you listen in class?"
Lu Qi'an didn't answer.
Li Qinhe sighed.
After class, before the teacher left, Lu Qi'an picked up all the textbooks and threw them into the trash can. There are more than a dozen books to say the least, and the sound of falling to the bottom of the barrel made the entire class quiet.
Li Qinhe leaned closer: "As for throwing it all away?"
Lu Qi'an gave him a cold look: "I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to buy a new set of textbooks, don't come with me."
Li Qinhe raised his hands in surrender. He can't get along with it. Lu Qi'an has never met anyone who can help him get along with it. When he gets angry, he will explode. Others can only leave it alone and wait for him to recover.
After buying the books, he came back to class. The teacher was startled when he saw Lu Qi'an holding a mountain of books, and was stunned for a while before letting him come in and sit.
Lu Qi'an sat in his seat and took a pen from his schoolbag. He didn't lower his head to look, he touched it from memory, but was scratched on the back of his hand by a sharp object that should not have existed.
He pulled out his hand to see, the skin was torn, but not bleeding.
Looking through the bag, Lu Qi'an found the culprit. A note was stapled in his schoolbag. The person who committed the crime was afraid that it would be unstable, so he ordered four or five staples in a row. Some of them were not properly pressed, and the pins were raised, so he was scratched.
The note reads: Are you angry? If you are angry, find me under the second street light outside the school gate at 9:30 pm.
Lu Qi'an threw his schoolbag aside.
This word is so ugly.
After class, he threw the schoolbag into the trash can under the shocked eyes of the whole class.
Fu Jia skipped class at eight o'clock and rushed to No. 6 Middle School.
He was humming an unknown tune all the way, very comfortable. He didn't have dinner, but in such a good mood, there was no need to eat dinner. It will definitely be more comfortable to wait until things are over to have a late-night snack.
He leaned against the second street lamp of No. 6 Middle School, but he was wearing the school uniform of No. 16 Middle School.
The security guard came out to see him many times. Seeing that he had been staying there, he did not step forward to ask.
Soon, No. 6 Middle School is out of school.
Among the many black and white school uniforms, the crimson-based school uniform of No. 16 Middle School was particularly eye-catching. All kinds of eyes fell on Fu Jia, he didn't care at all, he regarded himself as air.
When school is over, the number of people who walk out is always the first five minutes, and then gradually decreases. Fu Jia stared closely at the school gate, unwilling to miss a single figure.
After a few more minutes, Lu Qi'an appeared.
It's not the same as Fu Jia's memory, but it's the same. Every time Fu Jia saw Lu Qi'an, he came to the Lin family villa as Lin Fengxun's brother, and he had the maturity and stability that a boy of this age should not have. But now he is wearing a school uniform, and his temperament is a lot lighter, but he still has the kind in his bones...
Heavy taste.
Fu Jia took a deep breath and watched him approach her.
One step, two steps...
Fu Jia counted his steps and found that his heartbeat actually started to match his pace.
Five steps, six steps... Lu Qi'an walked to Fu Jia's side, but did not stop at all, and continued to walk forward.
Fu Jia was stunned for a moment, then turned around and found that he had even passed the third street light.
Fu Jia wanted to laugh.
His heart seemed to be punched hard, and it was sour.
Where did he get the confidence to think that disgusting Lu Qi'an could attract his attention? Lu Qi'an never, never once, would get into a rage because he hated something, he would just ignore it and forget it.
Fu Jia chased after him.
"Lu Qi'an!" he shouted.
Lu Qi'an didn't even change the frequency of his steps.
Fu Jia stepped up and chased a few steps, grabbed Lu Qi'an's school uniform and said, "Are you blind, didn't you see me?"
Lu Qi'an stopped, turned around, his eyes fell on Fu Jia's hand: "Release."
Fu Jia got more excited: "Are you blind?"
Lu Qi'an said indifferently, "I see, so what?"
Fu Jia laughed angrily, and said without thinking: "Is this how your aunt taught you to be polite?"
Lu Qi'an frowned.
Fu Jia widened his smile: "I have no one to teach me anyway, I'm sorry."
Lu Qi'an reached out, squeezed Fu Jia's wrist, and pulled his hand away. Of course Fu Jia didn't want to let go like this, but Lu Qi'an's strength was too great for him to resist.
The wrist hurt like it was about to be dislocated, and Fu Jia relaxed before he let out a pained cry, and let go of his hand as if it didn't matter.
"I'm not going to do it, right?" Fu Jia pretended to be relaxed, "I just want to get to know you... um, get to know you. You know, if someone like me wants to say a few words to you, only in an extreme way."
Lu Qi'an said: "You can wait like a stalker at the gate of our school like you are now, you don't need the previous step."
stalker.
Very well said.
"Ah..." Fu Jia nodded, "You're right, then I'll wait here next time. What do you think?"
Lu Qi'an didn't speak, just looked at him.
Fu Jia's heart thumped, and she was suddenly speechless.
Why don't you scold him, beat him, or despise him? Why does it have to be this kind of look that is nothing
Fu Jia didn't understand this question from the first time he saw Lu Qi'an.
"If you really want to know me, don't use this boring and stupid method." Lu Qi'an said, "You should go back to study now, go to a cram school, transfer from No. know me."
Lu Qi'an turned and left: "Don't come to me next time, I will let the driver drive the car into the school."
Fu Jia was speechless and watched him walk away, then got into the Lu family's car at the intersection.
He squatted down, his stomach throbbing.
…
"Fu Jia?"
Fu Jia returned from the courtyard, and before entering the room, Sister Chen woke up.
She glared at Fu Jia: "where have you been?"
Fu Jia shook his head vigorously, but did not speak.
Sister Chen's anger was simple, she stood up and shrouded Fu Jia in her own shadow: "Speak or not?"
Fu Jia was trembling with fear, but still shook his head vigorously.
Sister Chen looked around and found a rattan next to the sofa. She flicked the rattan in the air, hoping that the sound of the breaking wind would evoke Fu Jia's memory of the pain: "Come on!"
Fu Jia didn't say a word and took a step back.
Sister Chen took a breath. Squeeze the cane tightly and wave it down.
The place where Sister Chen hit was the butt. She always only hit this place, and she was confident that it would not leave any traces.
"Where have you been? Did you steal Fengfeng's things again?" Sister Chen was most afraid of this. Fu Jia can do whatever he wants in the servant's room, but he can't run out. Lin Qing put him in the servant's room and nailed Fu Jia to the word "servant". Since it is a "servant", it cannot disturb the master's cleanliness.
Fu Jia knew what stealing meant. And he hated the word.
"I didn't," he said. "I didn't, I didn't in the first place."
Sister Chen got angry when he heard his sophistry last time: "You still don't admit it, do you know what it means to be safe until I kill you?"
She raised her hand, and the cane waved down again. This time it was the back, because she was really dizzy.
Fu Jia did not hide, not even trembling. He stared at Sister-in-law Chen fiercely, his eyes blood red.
Sister Chen was stunned.
That shouldn't be the eyes of a child, the hatred is so strong that it can't be dissolved, as if giving him a knife, he can kill her.
"you… "
Sister Chen only said this one syllable and didn't say any more.
Since then, Fu Jia never cried again, and Sister Chen never beat him again.