Jiang Tu was dragged back a few steps. He turned to look at him expressionlessly: "It's meaningless."
Chen Yi couldn't stand this kind of energy in him. Even though his family was in such a mess, he still looked so cold and aloof. When he looked at them, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes. I don't know what he despised. How good could he be
He sneered: "You still say it's boring? Then put the wine in my crotch?"
Jiang Tu said calmly: "A man who is almost thirty years old, fantasizing about a teenage high school student, even the alcohol can't stand your vulgarity."
Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, but before he could make a move, one of his men stepped forward and punched Jiang Tu in the abdomen. Jiang Tu kicked him without thinking. His legs were long, so he could punch faster than the man. The man covered his stomach and cursed, "Fuck!"
Soon, a group of people rushed forward. Jiang Tu was held down by Chen Yi and punched back by that person. His abdomen ached slightly. He struggled with a gloomy face and was ready to fight with them. The only thing he regretted was wearing glasses.
Instead, it was Chen Yi who stopped them. He glanced at the bar manager who came running over, raised his hand and shouted, "Stop it, the bar owner has some friendship with the boss, don't mess up the place."
He let go of Jiang Tu and looked at him coldly: "That glass of wine will be charged to your account."
Jiang Tu’s salary for one night in the bar was 150 yuan, and that glass of wine cost 120 yuan, so he essentially drank for nothing tonight.
He had no regrets at all. The manager pulled him over with a dark face and scolded him a few words: "What's wrong with you? Liang Cheng said you are steady and capable. This is not the first time you come to help. How can you fight with a customer?"
Jiang Tu lowered his eyes and listened to the instruction nonchalantly.
He almost didn't sleep that night. The bar closed at five or six o'clock. He took a shower in the lounge to wash off the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, put on his school uniform, and rode his bike to school.
The classroom was empty. Jiang Tu took out the greeting card from his schoolbag, lowered his head and concentrated for a long time. His right hand holding the pen was stiff and he hadn't thought of what to write.
I don't know how long it took, but a familiar voice of a girl came from the door: "Eh?"
He was stunned and turned to look at the back door.
The girl walked in slowly, carrying a cello on her back, and looked at him in surprise: "Why are you here so early?"
He calmly pulled down the Chinese textbook, pressed the greeting card underneath it, covering it tightly, and then asked her: "Then why did you come so early?" It wasn't that early, as there were still more than ten minutes before the morning reading class, but almost everyone entered the classroom on time, and anyone five minutes early was considered early.
"I carried my cello into school yesterday and everyone was staring at me, so I wanted to come earlier today to avoid being stared at." Zhu Xingyao stood in front of him, looked around the classroom, and muttered, "Where should I put it?"
Jiang Tu looked at her and asked, "Is there no place to store musical instruments in the school?"
"Yes, but I came too early and the teacher hasn't opened the door yet." Zhu Xingyao noticed the empty corner behind him, his eyes lit up, and pointed there, "Can I put it here? It will only take a morning."
Jiang Tu looked back and said, "Okay."
She threw her schoolbag on the table and just as she turned around, she felt a lightness on her shoulders. Jiang Tu had already taken off her piano bag. She was stunned for a moment and subconsciously reminded him: "Be gentle! That's my baby!"
Jiang Tu froze and looked down at her: "I know."
"Every guitar is my treasure, including the one that cost hundreds of dollars when I was a kid. I keep them well." She explained subconsciously, but she was a little anxious to avoid him misunderstanding her. "So it's not because it's expensive that it's a treasure."
Jiang Tu put the guitar bag in the corner, turned around to look at her, and curved his lips slightly: "Why are you in such a hurry? I didn't misunderstand you."
The winter day dawned late, and the incandescent light in the classroom shone brightly on the boy's cold and pale face. Zhu Xingyao tilted her head up and saw the bloodshot in his eyes through the lens. She pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "What did you do last night?"
Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried and messy footsteps in the corridor, the front door was slammed open, and two boys rushed into the classroom fighting.
They were all stunned when they saw Zhu Xingyao and Jiang Tu standing very close to each other.
Zhu Xingyao looked at them openly and said with a smile, "Good morning."
The boy scratched his head: "Good morning, goddess, you are here so early."
"I brought my zither, so I'm here early."
"Oh... I see."
Jiang Tu sat down calmly and avoided Zhu Xingyao's questions.
The cello was placed in an empty corner behind him, and he spent the whole morning guarding it, not allowing anyone to approach.
Because there was a welcome party in the evening and the school only had half a day of classes, the students were already eagerly looking forward to the welcome party. After Zhu Xingyao had lunch and rested for a while, she went to put on makeup, change clothes, and get ready.
The party officially started at 7 o'clock in the evening. Each class had a fixed venue and arranged the chairs neatly, which looked quite spectacular.
Li Xixi and Zhou Qian accompanied Zhu Xingyao backstage.
Zhu Xingyao put on a large down jacket over her dress, lazily nestled in a chair, biting on a straw and drinking soy milk nonchalantly, "It's about to start, aren't you guys going back? The opening dance is Xia Jin's solo dance, I've seen the rehearsal, it's beautiful."
Xia Jin is the class beauty of Class 15 and also a girl with many talents.
Li Xixi pulled Zhou Qian to stand up and said with a smile: "Let's go back first. Those boys are most looking forward to seeing you, the cello goddess."
Zhu Xingyao urged: "Go quickly."
Li Xixi made a face and pulled Zhou Qian away.
Zhu Xingyao turned around and saw Xia Jin standing behind her. She looked unhappy. She smiled awkwardly. She thought: Oops, she heard what Li Xixi said...
The party was going on in full swing. It would end before 12 o'clock. Now more than half of the time had passed, almost 11 o'clock. Ding Xiang looked at the empty chair next to him and scratched his head anxiously: "Why hasn't Brother Tu come yet?"
Zhang Sheng sneered: "Brother Tu is a piece of shit, what kind of brother is he?"
"I didn't ask you to scream." Ding Xiang retorted and said to the boy next to him, "If you don't come, the goddess will appear soon."
The school did not require every student to come to the party, and the management was relatively loose at this time. Ding Xiang called Jiang Tu several times, but no one answered. Later, the phone was simply turned off.
He muttered: "What the hell..."
The boy sitting in front of Zhu Xingyao said, "Maybe he's just not interested in the party. You see, he usually hangs out by himself and doesn't even seem to have any hobbies. You never know whether he's sleeping at home, going out to play, or playing games in an Internet cafe..."
Ding Xiang thought it made sense, but he still felt it was a pity. Jiang Tu had chosen the song that the goddess would perform tonight. How could he not come to watch it? In his opinion, not seeing Zhu Xingyao's performance was like losing his wallet.
11:40.
Zhu Xingyao walked to the center of the stage with her skirt lifted up, and was stunned for a moment when she took the cello from the stage manager.
Temporary field attendant Lu Ji looked down at her and said with a smile, "Keep going."
He handed her the piano.
She took it and whispered, "Thank you..."
It was a dark night, and the streets were deserted in the deep winter. A tall, thin figure ran quickly across the street and rushed to the gate of No. 1 Middle School. Without waiting for the guard to let him in, he supported himself on the railing with one hand and climbed in.
The guard was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him, shouting, "Hey, you bastard! Stop right there! Did I let you in? Where's your school badge? Stop right there! Do you hear me?"
The boy ignored him and ran away like a gust of wind.
The guard was standing there, walking in circles with the intercom in his hand. If he hadn't been wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School, he would have been caught by someone long ago. He frowned and muttered, "Why are you running in the middle of the night? You must be being chased by a ghost..."
Jiang Tu ran towards the auditorium as fast as he could.
The cold wind penetrated his chest, freezing him to the bone, but he didn't care. He ran forward following the slow sound of the piano. The huge auditorium was open, and the playground was filled with thousands of students. It was a dark mass, but very quiet.
The piano music stopped.
The crowd suddenly became excited. A boy stood up, made a trumpet shape with his hands, and shouted loudly: "Goddess! One more song!"
The head teacher behind him slapped him on the back of his head: "What are you shouting about? Be quiet and sit down!"
The next second, the situation gradually got out of control, and more and more boys stood up:
"Zhu Xingyao! I love you! One more song!"
"Goddess! Zhu Xingyao!"
"Goddess, sing another song!"
…
Each of them is young and invincible, with hormones having nowhere to evaporate, and the restlessness is dancing wildly in their bodies.
Jiang Tu stood outside that noisy world, with his back hunched, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. Under the blowing of the cold wind, his whole face became icy cold, and with the injuries on his face, he looked quite embarrassed.
He wiped the sweat from his face, took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, stood up, and looked at the girl in the white dress on the stage from afar. She stood up and bowed gracefully to take her bow.
Thousands of lights enveloped the stage, and the girl in the center of the stage was exquisite and beautiful, shining brighter than the stars in the sky.
Jiang Tu watched her pick up the piano and walk back to the backstage, then she turned and left before the crowd dispersed.
The teaching building was dark as everyone had gathered to watch the party. There was no one here, and the tall and thin figure of the young man went in, but no one saw him.
He pushed open the back door of Grade 1 (7) Class, turned on a light, and walked in.
The boy's mouth was cut and the blood had dried. He took out the greeting card from the Chinese textbook, sat on the chair and concentrated for a moment. Before writing, he suddenly stopped and changed his hand.