Fu Jia was expelled from No. 6 Middle School.
He just went to the police station, and when he came back, he was no longer a student of No. 6 Middle School.
What is misfortune, this is it.
Teacher Liu reacted violently and disagreed with anything he said: "Why does the school do this?"
The vice-principal refused to speak, so she rushed to the principal's office to ask for a reason. The principal gave her face, and his words were euphemistic and twisted, but it could be summed up in four words: no comment.
Teacher Liu was trembling with anger, took Fu Jia back to his office, held his hand tightly and said, "It's okay, the teacher will definitely find justice for you, I will contact your parents now and ask them to come to the school to deal with this matter. Ask clearly, it's too ridiculous, you didn't make a mistake, how can the school expel you?"
Fu Jia looked at Teacher Liu, and the light in his eyes went out little by little.
No, he was wrong. His birth was the beginning of all mistakes.
He was expelled from No. 6 Middle School because of the Lu family, right? It could only be the Lu family. This is the punishment given to him by the Lu family. Since it is punishment, he can't fight. He should not only be rejected by the No. 6 middle school, but it is very likely... that no middle school is willing to accept him anymore.
"Mr. Liu, I don't have a parent. I'm sorry for making you worry about me." Fu Jia said numbly, "Now I'm not a student of No. 6 Middle School, you have no obligation to take care of me, thank you for coming to the police station to pick me up, thank you ."
Mr. Liu has been busy all day, hitting the wall continuously, just to help Fu Jia. Seeing that Fu Jia herself was numb and unwilling to fight, she was furious: "Without parents, what does it mean to have no parents? I really don't understand you guys, why are you both keeping a secret, what happened? A big thing can be more important than your studies? Fu Jia, expulsion from school is not a trivial matter, if you just recognize it, you will add a stain on your file that you can't wash!"
Stain, yeah, his life was a smudge.
Fu Jia didn't speak, just bowed deeply to Teacher Liu.
He is also indignant, this is his studies, his life, how can he not be angry? But he knew that Fu Xiaoli had hurt Lu Wanqing, and the Lu family was no less angry than him. If... If this punishment was given to him by Lu Qi'an, what would he do
Fu Jia didn't dare to think deeply, he was waiting for the final judgment. Before Lu Qi'an personally convicted him, he still had a glimmer of hope that he could deceive himself as if nothing had happened.
He was going home, if Lu Qi'an went home to look for him, he had to see him as soon as possible.
Fu Jia acquiesced to No. 6 Middle School's decision to expel him and insisted on going home. Teacher Liu couldn't stop him, and he was sweating profusely. She went back to the office to look at Fu Jia's files, and wanted to contact Fu Jia's parents herself. Only after this turn did she remember that when Fu Jia was able to transfer in, it was all because of Lu Qi'an.
Many doubts that she ignored and puzzled before now have vague answers. She called Lu Qi'an and wanted to clarify the matter, but she couldn't get through.
Teacher Liu has no basis, but she has a strong hunch that if Fu Jia is destroyed, Lu Qi'an will also be destroyed.
Fu Jia returned to the family area of No. 6 Middle School in a daze, and the next three days became the nightmare of his life.
He remembered that on the first day, he sat all night long. Because there was nothing to do, his thoughts had nowhere to scatter. He thought about it a lot, and every thought made him suffer like it was going to kill him.
He couldn't bear it, so he went to the room and took out his mobile phone, thinking that no matter whether the result was good or bad, he would contact Lu Qi'an. After the phone screen lights up, an unread text message pops into view—
"Jiajia, if you don't make your mother feel better, your mother won't make you feel better."
This was sent to him by Fu Xiaoli the night before the murder.
Fu Jia dropped the phone to the ground as if being burned.
Hatred, anger, unwillingness, any one emotion alone can crush a person. Now, they are oppressing Fu Jia together, making him breathless.
He slumped to the ground, hugging himself tightly.
The next day, around ten in the morning, someone rang the doorbell.
Fu Jia stayed up all night again. Hearing the doorbell, his dead eyes lit up again. He quickly ran to the door. He wanted to open the door directly, but he hesitated when he touched the doorknob.
Lu Qi'an had the key, if it was him, why would he knock on the door
Fu Jia looked out through the door. The visitor was a strange young man, and he showed his ID to the doorman: "I'm a policeman, please open the door and cooperate with the investigation."
Fu Jia was utterly disappointed, and pursed her dry lips, thinking that the police had told him that they would contact him in the future, so she opened the door.
The moment the door lock was opened, the person outside the door kicked on the door and broke in. Only then did Fu Jia realize that there were not only one person, but three! He sensed something was wrong and took two steps back, but the man had already come in, and he had no way to go back. The three of them worked together to restrain him, picked up the baseball bat and hit him hard!
Fu Jia's knees softened, and she fell to her knees, coughing out a mouthful of blood. The three moved swiftly, sealed his mouth with tape, dragged him to the bathroom, and handcuffed him beside the sink. Fu Jia couldn't do anything, so he could only watch them take out the sackcloth and cover his head.
"Um... uh...!" His voice was all muffled in the tape, he couldn't see where the enemy was, kicking and kicking randomly, to no avail. The baseball bat hit him again, and he shrank in reflex, dizzy and nearly unconscious.
"Someone paid us to teach you a lesson." The young man said, "Don't worry, it's just a lesson, we won't let you die."
They only said this sentence, and did not say another half a word later. The beating began silently. The process lasted for more than three hours. The three of them took turns to rest in the middle. Because Fu Jia had lost his ability to resist, they only sent one person to beat him. Once Fu Jia lost consciousness, they removed the sackcloth, poured cold water on him to wake him up, made sure he didn't die, and put the sackcloth back on.
When they left, Fu Jia didn't know. There was a lot of blood coming out of his nose and mouth, smearing his eyes.
In the blurred vision, he saw that there was no one else in the bathroom, and the handcuffs on his wrists were also untied, because he resisted fiercely, and the place was rubbed and bloodied.
He can move, but he can't. Just stretched the arm, the pain went black, and the whole body spasmed.
He lay on the spot, in a coma, awake, coma cycle. His memory was chaotic. When he woke up several times, he wondered why he didn't go to school. He had to go to class. He couldn't miss a class or a question. Otherwise, how would he get into A major
Sometimes, he would also think that he woke up in the Lin family villa, because it was very dark, only the servant's room would be so dark. He and Lu Qi'an's home was always bright and bright, even when the lights were turned off, he didn't feel dark because Lu Qi'an would hug him.
His breathing was getting weaker, and blood was still oozing from his nose and mouth.
On the third day, someone came again. This time, the person who came was finally Lu Qi'an, whom Fu Jia was thinking about.
Lu Qi'an had already promised his father that he would separate from Fu Jia. For the past two days, he has been following his father to deal with him and Lu Wanqing's mother and son going abroad. Soon, he will be leaving the country.
He begged his father to let him see Fu Jia again.
Lu Zhiyuan agreed to his request, and kindly removed his subordinates who were watching him, and called Li Qinhe to go with him.
Although Li Qin wanted to monitor him like he did, Lu Qi'an went to bid farewell to Fu Jia. Lu Zhiyuan did not let his cold subordinates follow him, but let his friends from childhood to big accompany him, which was already a rare warmth.
The driver sent them to the family area of No. 6 Middle School and parked them downstairs. Li Qinhe stopped Lu Qi'an not to let him get out of the car, and said, "I'll let him go downstairs to see you. You can just say a few words outside. Uncle Lu said, you have to go back early."
Lu Qi'an looked at him with sharp eyes: "Why did you let the driver come to the community? Today is not a day off. Fu Jia should have classes at school."
Li Qinhe shook off his hand, drumming in his heart, but he pretended not to know: "He wants to take a leave of absence, I don't know, if this happens, he is too embarrassed to go to school, right?"
Lu Qi'an's face was ugly, he knew what he was hiding, but he couldn't find out the truth. Lu Zhiyuan kept him under strict supervision. For two days, he could not get any news about Fu Jia.
He desperately wanted to confirm whether Fu Jia was doing well. Will Fu Jia feel sad when he is not around? What if Fu Jia has nightmares at night and is afraid and wants to find him? If the police keep looking for Fu Jia to investigate, will he be frightened
He is not by Fu Jia's side, and he will not be there in the future. But Fu Jia needed him so much, how could he let it go
Li Qinhe avoided Lu Qi'an's eyes, locked him in the car, and went upstairs alone. He had never been to this house, but strangely knew the floor and house number where Fu Jia was.
Li Qinhe stood in front of the door and opened it with a slight push. Obviously, the person who beat Fu Jia yesterday left without locking the door. Li Qinhe cursed and muttered, "Damn, they all told them to take care of the aftermath."
He entered the room and walked into the bathroom following the messy traces on the ground. Seeing the tragic situation inside, he took a deep breath.
He had clearly instructed the three not to inflict obvious wounds on Fu Jia's body, but the Fu Jia in front of him was covered in blood, and his bare hands, feet and neck were covered with dense bruises. He lay motionless on the ground, as if not breathing.
Li Qinhe turned pale with fright, squatted down and pushed him: "Hey, you're not dead, are you?"
Fu Jia was pushed by him and shook gently, but did not respond.
Li Qinhe was completely panicked, and while shaking Fu Jia vigorously, he took out his mobile phone and contacted the three people he hired to beat Fu Jia.
"How do you guys do things?" Li Qinhe cursed after the call, "Why did he bleed so much, and he didn't respond when I shook him!"
The other end of the phone was not in a hurry at all: "You are too gentle, it's alright, blood is fine, just wipe it off, you can splash him with cold water and kick both feet, you'll be able to wake up."
Li Qinhe scolded again, hung up the phone, daringly poured a basin of cold water on Fu Jia, and kicked it with his feet.
Fu Jia ducked reflexively, groaned, and finally responded.
Li Qinhe breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that he was not dead, and his attitude became bad again: "You still pretend to be dead, get up quickly, Qi An is waiting for you downstairs."
Fu Jia opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling a little dazed.
what did he say
Did he say... Qi'an
Suddenly, another force appeared in Fu Jia's body, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed Li Qinhe tightly.
"Lu Qi'an wants to see me?" Fu Jia was talking, trying very hard, but he couldn't make a sound, he just made a mouth.
Li Qinhe was afraid and angry, and violently pulled his arm, trying to pull him off the ground: "Don't pretend to be dead, stand up quickly, Qi An won't be waiting for you downstairs all the time, if you're not happy Click, and I'll take him back."
Fu Jia shook his head, clinging to Li Qinhe, trying to get up from the ground.
Li Qinhe was really embarrassed to see him, even if there was a hundred unwillingness in his heart, he had to help him up with his hands. He pulled a towel, helped Fu Jia to stand in front of the sink, stuffed the towel with him, and said, "Look at your ghostly appearance, can you go see Qi An?"
Fu Jia's vision was blurred, and he could only see through the mirror. He was frightened by his appearance, and frantically wiped the blood from his face with a towel.
His hands were trembling non-stop, and wiping it for a long time didn't work. Li Qinhe was afraid of the delay, so he grabbed the towel, dipped it in water under the faucet, and rubbed the visible blood on his body.
It's fine if you don't wipe it with your own hands, as soon as you wipe it, it's over. Li Qinhe found that the bruises on his body could not be wiped off by wiping alone, so he hurriedly dragged him out of the bathroom, rummaged through the bedroom to find a coat with a collar, and put it on him to wrap him tightly. .
Now, Fu Jia finally has a personality, Li Qinhe didn't dare to delay any longer, and took Fu Jia out of the house half-supporting and half-pulling.
Old-fashioned low-rise houses do not have elevators, and they have to go downstairs by stairs. Fu Jia was almost hanging on Li Qinhe, falling down an inch every time he stepped down. Li Qinhe was so annoyed that he was afraid that he would faint when he walked in front of Lu Qi'an, so he scolded him: "If you want to act like this again, I won't let you see Qi'an."
Fu Jia was trembling all over, obviously in severe pain. He gritted his teeth and endured it, speeding up the downstairs.
I don't know how long it took before the two finally reached the first floor, Li Qinhe was sweating all over, afraid that Lu Qi'an would see the clue, so they let go of Fu Jia when they walked outside.
Fu Jia shook, barely standing on his own. He narrowed his eyes that had not seen the light for a long time, and vaguely saw the car in front of him.
Lu Qi'an also saw him in the car, and quickly opened the door and walked out. He saw Fu Jia's appearance clearly, and his pupils instantly tightened.
Why... Why is there not a trace of blood on Fu Jia's face, why is his body shaking? What happened to that winter coat, who approved it for him? What is he covering up, is he hurt, is there any injury under the clothes, is there any fucking injury
These thoughts almost drove Lu Qi'an crazy.
Seeing him get out of the car, Fu Jia looked at him eagerly, his eyes almost crazy. These three days, he looked forward to Lu Qi'an every minute and every second, he missed him so much.
"Lu Qi'an..." Fu Jia's voice was small, but he tried his best. "Are you, your aunt okay? I'm sorry, I didn't know that Fu Xiaoli would hurt her. I will atone for her sin. I can atone for her. You can punish me any way you want, but I beg you, don't want me..."
Fu Jia begged him, "don't want me".
Lu Qi'an's fingers stretched forward subconsciously, wanting to touch Fu Jia. However, before his hand was raised, he held it back abruptly, his fingers spasmed and he retracted, bringing out the severe pain that spread all over his body.
He seems to have died a little.
Fu Jia bowed slightly, frowning painfully from time to time. But the look in his eyes towards Lu Qi'an did not change, he still carried an inextricable dependence and nostalgia, as if he was saying: Hug me.
Lu Qi'an really wanted to hug him and become his fulcrum, but he couldn't.
He pinned himself to the spot, as if he had changed back to the one who stood outside his mother's door when he was a child. The mother looked at him so eagerly, expecting him to come into the room and talk to her, but he never came close, just stood at the door, drawing a clear line between the two.
He heard himself say, "I'm going abroad. I'll be leaving soon."
Fu Jia looked at him inexplicably, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.
Lu Qi'an clenched his hands and said word by word, "I'm sorry."
sorry. sorry? Is he here to say sorry? Fu Jia shuddered and shook his head desperately: "No... No..."
His body suddenly opened with a large opening, and all strength and vitality flowed out madly through this opening. He seized the last ray of hope and said, "It's okay, if you want to go abroad, I can go with you, you go first, I'll come with you right away, I can live abroad by myself, you don't have to worry about me, as long as you don't refuse me All right… "
Lu Qi'an's eyes were bloodshot, he closed his eyes, and said firmly, "Fu Jia, we won't meet again."
what.
Fu Jia laughed absurdly, laughing at himself.
Lu Qi'an didn't want him anymore, and he knew that one day Lu Qi'an would leave him. He had been deceiving himself, and he had been deceiving him for too long before he took it seriously.
He frowned and thought inexplicably: Since Lu Qi'an didn't want him, why did he have to take care of him in the first place? Why should you abandon him after having tasted the sweetness for him? Is he a pet that Lu Qi'an raised on a whim, just like people can't ignore stray cats and dogs on the roadside
He wanted to ask Lu Qi'an, but there was a mouthful of sweet blood in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
After all that was said, Lu Qi'an didn't stay any longer, forcing himself to turn around and walk in the direction away from Fu Jia.
Looking at his back, Fu Jia's face turned morbidly red. He only felt that as soon as Lu Qi'an left, the bones in his body were also taken away by him.
Fu Jia can't live without him, he is the bone that supports Fu Jia. Who can have no bones? He will die.
"Lu Qi'an." He swallowed the blood in his throat and finally made a voice, "If you leave, I will hate you to death."
Fu Jia hated a lot of people, but he didn't hate Lu Qi'an, and he would never hate him. He was just too sad to say ruthless words.
Lu Qi'an didn't stop, and went straight back to the car.
Fu Jia didn't chase, because Lu Qi'an would definitely not allow him to chase. He doesn't do what Lu Qi'an doesn't allow him to do.
He stayed where he was, with hatred in his eyes, staring at Lu Qi'an's back. Tears rolled down from his crimson eyes, and at first glance, it seemed like weeping blood.
Seeing Lu Qi'an returning to the car, Li Qinhe also got into the car and urged the driver to leave immediately. When the car started, he could soon be far away from the family area of No. 6 Middle School, but the palpitations in his chest lingered for a long time.
He couldn't help but look back at Fu Jia. The distance was far away, and his figure shrank to a small point, standing upright on the spot, motionless.
"Li Qinhe." Lu Qian suddenly called him.
He panicked for no reason, and asked with a guilty conscience, "What's wrong?"
"You asked someone to do it." Lu Qi'an's eyes didn't have the warmth that a human being should have, "You know that Fu Jia is not at school, and you can go upstairs to find him alone, you must have checked beforehand. You stayed upstairs. For a long time, I still covered him with a coat. Is it because he was injured? There are not many people who will take action against Fu Jia. Lin Heng can no longer do it. My dad also promised me that I will let Fu Jia go, even if he wants to do it. , it will not be so obvious, so the one who does it is you."
With hatred in his eyes, he stared at Li Qin and didn't let go: "When my dad relaxes his vigilance against me, I will pull out my hands to find out what you have done, and if my guess is correct, I will not let you go. "
Li Qinhe was so cold that he was so frightened that he couldn't speak: "Qian, I..."
Lu Qi'an stopped looking at him and turned to look out the window.
Silence is far more terrifying than scolding. Li Qinhe knew that he really angered Lu Qi'an. Besides guilt, he was more frightened.
"Qian, I'm sorry..." He wanted to beg for mercy, but was stunned when he saw Lu Qi'an.
Lu Qi'an looked at the car window, Li Qinhe could only see half of his profile and a tear in the corner of his eye.
Li Qinhe had never seen Lu Qi'an cry, not even when Qi Bing died. He thought that Lu Qi'an would never cry in his life, that he was born calm and would not be affected by sadness.
But now, Lu Qi'an was crying.
Li Qinhe was completely frightened, and followed him with red eyes: "Qian, don't scare me..."
No one answered him.
Lu Qi'an was Lu Qi'an after all. Even if he cried, he cried with restraint and cried silently.
In the car, only Li Qin and one person were sobbing.