"That thing, you'd better not touch it."
Chen Mingsheng's tone was flat, but extremely determined.
Yang Jintian stayed on the spot, looked at Chen Mingsheng suspiciously, and said, "What, why don't you touch it?"
Chen Mingsheng raised his head in the smoke, and looked at Yang Jintian.
"Listen to your sister more in the future, don't let her worry."
Yang Jintian narrowed his eyes, "What are you, don't care about me?" His eyes looked at Chen Mingsheng's empty trousers intentionally or unintentionally, and he sneered and looked away.
Chen Mingsheng looked at the street on one side, smoking a cigarette silently.
Yang Jintian stood for a while, feeling a little uncertain. He glanced at Chen Mingsheng from the corner of his eye. The man was leaning against a utility pole beside him, expressionless.
Yang Jintian asked: "Hey, what did you just say?"
Chen Mingsheng flicked his cigarette, but did not speak.
The soot was blown away by the wind and fell onto the road in bits and pieces. Yang Jintian didn't know why, looking at the calm Chen Mingsheng, he became more and more nervous.
He could only yell to cover up his guilt.
"I'm asking you, can't you hear me!? What did you just say?"
Chen Mingsheng looked up at him, and said two words lightly——
"poison."
Yang Jintian thought maybe Chen Mingsheng saw something, but he didn't expect that he could say these two words so calmly. His tone and expression are so comfortable, as if in his eyes, there is no difference between drugs and drinks.
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Jintian quietly, the latter's face turned pale, and his hands and feet trembled from time to time due to nervousness.
He lowered his head and took another drag on his cigarette.
To put it bluntly, he was just a child.
Yang Jintian watched the cigarette butt getting shorter and shorter, he knew that Yang Zhao was coming back soon. He was tired of Chen Mingsheng from the bottom of his heart, but he still had to beg him.
"You, don't talk nonsense to my sister!"
Chen Mingsheng looked at him, Yang Jintian took two steps forward excitedly, and hurriedly said: "I didn't—I didn't smoke that! They wanted to give it to me, but I didn't touch it!"
Chen Mingsheng still didn't speak.
Yang Jintian was already desperate, he rushed over and grabbed Chen Mingsheng's arm, and said, "I really didn't touch it! Don't talk nonsense to my sister! Do you hear that!?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't have crutches and was standing on one leg. At this time, Yang Jintian pulled him suddenly and almost fell down. He held on to the electric pole beside the road with one hand, and pulled Yang Jintian's hand away from him with the other.
"Fuck! Did you even hear that!?"
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Jintian whose eyes were flushed, looked away, and said in a low voice, "I know you didn't touch it."
Yang Jintian stood on the spot in a daze, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed his hair vigorously.
Chen Mingsheng stubbed out the cigarette butt, and exhaled the last puff of cigarette.
He knew Yang Jintian didn't touch it.
I haven't touched it today, and I haven't touched it before.
Which addict would be so terrified of the word drug.
Yang Zhao is back.
When she came to Yang Jintian, Yang Jintian took a peek at Chen Mingsheng and saw that he was looking elsewhere, so he turned his head to meet Yang Zhao's gaze.
"Xiaotian, although I've said it before, I think it's necessary for me to mention it to you again."
Yang Jintian looked at Yang Zhao silently.
Yang Zhao said, "That Liu Yuan has a problem with his character, so don't play with him next time."
Now what Yang Zhao said was what, Yang Jintian just wanted to get away from this driver quickly. He nodded and said, "Got it."
"Okay." Yang Zhao said, "Then go home."
Chen Mingsheng listened amusedly.
However, with the foreshadowing of the previous events, it is not too surprising that Yang Zhao can use this kind of education method.
Chen Mingsheng drove Yang Zhao and Yang Jintian home.
Yang Zhao sat in the co-pilot's seat, and Yang Jintian secretly looked at Chen Mingsheng several times along the way, seeing that he didn't intend to tell the truth, he gradually felt relieved.
After calming down a little, he looked at his sister again.
Seventeen or eighteen was the most sensitive age, and he vaguely felt something strange between Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng. He couldn't describe that feeling, and he couldn't talk about the evidence, because they didn't say a word from the time they got in the car until they got home, and they didn't even look at each other or look in the eyes.
Back home, Yang Zhao asked Yang Jintian if he was hungry. Yang Jintian didn't have the appetite to eat after all this tossing, so he took a shower with his head down and fell asleep.
Yang Zhao sat in the study and continued to sort out the test questions for Yang Jintian.
Only this time, she did it a little absent-mindedly.
She recalled the man named "Brother Feng" and the scene of Yang Jintian sitting alone on the sofa with his head depressed. She felt sorry for Yang Jintian from the bottom of her heart.
He wasn't supposed to be like that.
Yang Zhao feels that everyone is born the same, but as they grow up, they will have their own life circle. She won't judge other people's circles, she just thinks that Yang Jintian shouldn't be there.
He is in pain.
Yang Zhao would feel this way every time he saw Yang Jintian playing with children like Liu Yuan.
Yang Jintian imprisoned himself, his life experience was like a shackle, handcuffed around his neck, pulling him down, down...
Yang Zhao stood up several times and came to the door of Yang Jintian's bedroom, but she didn't open the door.
She felt anxious and confused, but she still didn't know how to tell Yang Jintian.
After repeated several times, Yang Zhao heard the phone ring.
She picked it up and saw that it was Chen Mingsheng.
"Hello?"
"Hey, are you still asleep?"
Yang Zhao said, "No."
"Thinking about your brother?"
Yang Zhao hummed lightly. She went to the window, lit a cigarette, and looked out the window.
"What did you tell your brother?"
Yang Zhao asked softly, "What did you say?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "You let him sleep when you get home?"
"Um."
Both of them were quiet for a while, and Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng."
"Um?"
"Do you have a younger brother?"
"without."
"No brothers or sisters?"
"No."
Yang Zhao sighed inaudibly.
Chen Mingsheng said, "You have nothing to do with him?"
Yang Zhao admitted frankly, "I can't help it." She took a puff of cigarette and asked again, "You have a way?"
Chen Mingsheng simply threw out a word—
"beat."
Yang Zhao didn't make a sound.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Are you thinking about it?"
"..." Yang Zhao hummed, and then said, "I don't want to beat him now."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Then I can't help it."
Yang Zhao squatted by the French window, looking at the quiet city outside the window.
"Chen Mingsheng."
"Um?"
"It's nothing..." Yang Zhao's cigarette had been exhausted, she stubbed it out, lowered her head, and rested her chin on her knee.
"Tomorrow," Chen Mingsheng said, "will you come tomorrow?"
Yang Zhao said, "Come."
"..."
Yang Zhao: "What's wrong?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I thought you were going to take care of your brother."
Yang Zhao took a puff of cigarette and said flatly, "His business is his business, your business is your business. I will pick him up after school."
"Then what time tomorrow will I pick you up?"
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "I will send Xiaotian to school in the morning, and I also need to read his reference books, probably at noon."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Okay, I'll call you when the time comes."
After making an appointment, Yang Zhao said goodnight to Chen Mingsheng.
After she put down the phone, she continued to sort out the test questions until two o'clock in the middle of the night, before she fell asleep on the desk unconsciously.
Yang Jintian got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet.
He was basically half asleep and half awake in the first half of the night, unable to fall asleep peacefully. As soon as you close your eyes, you will be the one-legged driver. He could tell right away...
Today Liu Yuan led him to skip class and said he had something good for him. He thought it was just singing and playing games as usual, so he followed out.
So when Liu Yuan sneakily showed him that thing, he was really scared.
…
Yang Jintian came out to go to the bathroom, and was surprised to see that the light was still on in the study.
Yang Jintian was worried all night, and his inexplicable guilt made him always want to know what Yang Zhao was doing. Instead of going to the toilet, he tiptoed to the study, pushed open a crack in the door and looked in.
Yang Zhao's desk was facing the door, and Yang Jintian saw Yang Zhao lying on the desk at a glance. Seeing her asleep, he opened the door and entered the house.
He came to the desk, not daring to breathe, held his breath, and glanced at the desk.
I was stunned when I saw it.
He was all too familiar with the things on the table.
Because of Yang Zhao's request, he took back all the test papers from the school. He didn't care, it was basically blank paper anyway. These test papers were piled up in three stacks on the desk, and Yang Zhao was lying on two of them, falling asleep.
Yang Jintian didn't reach out to touch the test paper, but he also saw the dense writing on the test paper.
Yang Zhao wrote good handwriting, Fangzheng's lower case, Yang Jintian rarely saw her writing cursive characters, the writing on the test paper was as regular as a pen copybook.
Yang Zhao's arm was pressing a test paper, and Yang Jintian looked at the leaked corner and recognized that it was the math paper of his last stage test. He ran away halfway through that exam.
He still remembers how he felt at that time. He took the test paper and flipped through it back and forth. There were not many questions in it that he could do. He looked up, and there was a large electronic sign hanging beside the blackboard, showing the countdown to the college entrance examination.
As time passed, his heart became colder and colder, as if he was slowly sliding down a cliff, waiting to die.
He couldn't sleep peacefully in class like Liu Yuan. Logically speaking, based on Liu Yuan's grades, it is impossible for him to enter the Experimental Middle School. He came in through a teacher's relative, and his mother is a teacher at the Academic Affairs Office of the Experimental Middle School.
Yang Jintian endured it for an hour, but finally he couldn't take it anymore. He lied to go to the bathroom and sneaked out of the examination room.
At this time, Yang Zhao was lying on the math paper. The test paper had all been corrected, and the red and blue pens on it were full of knowledge points.
Yang Jintian glanced at Yang Zhao again.
Yang Zhao slept soundly, her hair was down, covering the front of her face, she was very quiet.
Yang Jintian's heart was so sore that he almost shed tears.
He was afraid that Yang Zhao would wake up, so he covered his mouth and left the study.
Yang Zhao woke up once in the early morning, his arms were so numb that he couldn't move. She calmed down for a while before standing up.
She glanced at her watch, it was already four o'clock.
Yang Zhao felt that there was no need to sleep anymore.
She went to the bathroom to wash her face, then went back to the bedroom, changed her clothes, sat on the bed and smoked.
The curtains were not drawn, and she looked at the dark night outside, her mind went blank.
The night was very deep, and the smoke spiraled upwards slowly. Yang Zhao quietly waited for the sunrise.