Chen Xing always felt that he was the only one who didn't want to do things in this world, and he couldn't do them without him.
After more than four months of language classes, he jumped from elementary to intermediate to advanced. The classmates have also become much more normal. Most of them are thirteen or fourteen-year-old peers, from Greece, France, everywhere. Everyone made gestures and communicated, which also had some fresh fun. There is only one northern boy named Jiang Zhengzhen, who has a violent temper and is a thorn in the side.
As the saying goes, there are no two tigers in one mountain, Chen Xing and Jiang Zhengzhen are like two bullies in this mountain, they must fight to the death and let everyone see who is the real boss in the class. There was no reason for this kind of hatred to grow, and there was no trace of the outbreak. After a long time of secret fighting, the two finally found a reason and fought.
A long-planned fight was very destructive. Jiang Zhengzhen was more powerful than Chen Xing imagined. They smashed most of the desks and chairs in the classroom, and even smashed a projector. The trembling old British gentleman James nearly picked up the phone and called the police.
Lin Xiucheng's second aunt heard that there was something wrong with his second uncle's death, and she came to his company to argue for an explanation, dragged on for a whole noon, and asked the security guard to invite her away. Lin Xiucheng was still full of anger, The assistant came over and told him that Chen Xing had a fight at school, and the school insisted on finding Chen Xing's guardian.
Lin Xiucheng smashed a cup and had to go to Chen Xing's school again. The assistant rushed forward and opened the door for him into the office.
Lin Xiucheng thought perfectly in the car, and taught Chen Xing a lesson when they met. Pushing open the door, it's not the same thing.
The place where Chen Xing's right cheek was close to the base of his ear was a little red, swollen and scratched, the bend of his elbow was bruised, and the knuckles of his fingers were even more bruised. He stood alone and saw Lin Xiucheng coming. He bit his lip without saying a word. , looked at him with peach blossom eyes, the mist filled his eyes, with a little grievance, he was no longer the look of going up and down the mountains and seas like a dragon and a tiger in the past, his name was Lin Xiucheng: "Father."
Lin Xiucheng lost half of his breath immediately, and his voice softened a little. He asked the principal of the language school, "What's going on?"
The principal of the school is a British woman in her forties, rigid and arrogant. She said: "They all refuse to say, Mr. Lin, I hope you will discipline your children well, otherwise you should go find a language school run by you Chinese. Students like this are not welcome here."
Lin Xiucheng often thinks that these British people full of superiority are interesting. He wants to earn money from the Chinese, but he feels that he is different from those whores.
"Okay, then we won't read it." Lin Xiucheng nodded to her, took Chen Xing and left.
"I don't want to learn anymore!" Jiang Zhengzhen yelled in heavily accented English from behind.
After leaving the school gate and getting into the car, Lin Xiucheng calmed down and asked Chen Xing patiently what the fight was about.
Chen Xing was beaming again, a hand with green and red marks on the thin white joints clasped the back of the seat, and said to Lin Xiu angrily: "Jiang Zhengzhen, that idiot, said that I was picked up by a luxury car every day and was taken care of by me. Bear with it, today he actually called my accent a bitch, I'll let him know what a bitch is—"
"Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng interrupted him. He was upset by the injury on Chen Xing's hand. His concern for Chen Xing had already exceeded his control. This was not a pleasant realization for him. "I'm not interested in what you have. I want you to be a good tenant, and you'd better be a good adopted son, and go to and from school quietly. My patience is not as good as you think, so give it to me again Trouble, I won't pity you any more."
Chen Xing looked at him for a few seconds, shrugged indifferently, and said: "Come on, you still have pity on me, but treat me as a fun little thing, it's okay to tease me. I thought you liked me like this, but you don't ,Then I do not talk about it."
When Lin Xiucheng was choked by him, he felt a little impatient.
Chen Xing's living environment made him sensitive and perverse. Now he lives attached to Lin Xiucheng and calls him father, so why not attach to him according to Lin Xiucheng's will.
After being silent for a while, Lin Xiucheng raised his hand to show weakness: "That's not what I meant."
Chen Xing raised his head and blinked at him deftly: "I know, daddy."
Just as Lin Xiucheng was about to say something, the driver suddenly turned around and told him that there was a car following them.
This is a two-car one-way street, and there are very few cars on the road. The black Hummer behind them has followed them for more than half a block.
"Get rid of it." Lin Xiucheng ordered briefly.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and started to accelerate, and the car behind them also accelerated. Chen Xing kept looking back: "Who is it?"
Lin Xiucheng glanced at him and turned to fasten his seat belt for him.
The accident happened at this moment. The car turned a corner at high speed, and another black car rushed towards them from the original one-way street. The violent collision of the two cars could not be stopped.
Lin Xiucheng fastened Chen Xing's seat belt, but before he had time to buckle it up, Chen Xing reacted quickly. He stretched out his arm to block Lin Xiucheng's forward body due to inertia. Because of his blocking, Lin Xiucheng Sometimes I raised my hand and pulled the headrest of the rear seat to buffer and release part of the force. My shoulder hit the back of the co-pilot's seat. Except for the pain in my shoulder and arm, there was nothing major.
With a "bang", the car's airbag popped out, filling the entire front half of the car body.
The people in the opposite car had already prepared, and jumped out of the car and fled as soon as it stopped.
Chen Xing's right arm was hanging down, cold sweat broke out on his forehead because of the pain, and his whole face was pale and tense.
Lin Xiucheng supported Chen Xing, but he didn't dare to touch his hand. He waited for the ambulance with a livid face. The car of his subordinates and bodyguards was not far behind. Seeing this, Lin Xiucheng told them to chase after him immediately. Several people.
He was sent to the hospital and had an X-ray taken. Chen Xing had a broken bone, and his right hand was put in a heavy plaster cast. He was hung around his neck, lying on the hospital bed, watching TV shows on an iPad.
Seeing Lin Xiucheng keeping a straight face by the side, Chen Xing comforted him in turn: "It's nothing, I used to be like this."
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiucheng looked even more unhappy, and he made up again: "I'm not lying to you, I was stabbed before, so now I'm still alive and well?"
Lin Xiucheng reached out and picked up Chen Xing's clothes. His lower abdomen was smooth and flat. Chen Xing said, "A little lower."
After speaking, he pulled down his pants with his left hand. His old wound was a little above the hip bone. The scar was not long, and it didn't look deep. It's just that the stitching technique in the small place was not good, and he didn't take good care of it, so the scar was crooked. Curious, very scary.
Lin Xiucheng's hand caressed Chen Xing's scar, and Chen Xing blushed suddenly. He pushed away Lin Xiucheng's hand, and roughly straightened his clothes: "Just look at it, feel what you want."
"There won't be a next time." Lin Xiucheng said.
Chen Xing nodded: "Yes."
Chen Xing was injured on his right hand, so he couldn't take a bath and do things by himself, and Lin Xiucheng couldn't do well with rough hands and feet, so he hired a nurse for him.
Originally, an experienced Caucasian female special nurse in her forties was called, but Chen Xing locked the bathroom door and refused to let her in.
Lin Xiucheng knocked on the door outside: "Chen Xing, open the door, what's wrong with you?"
"I can't take off my clothes in front of my aunt!" Chen Xing shouted to him inside, "It's too weird, find me a younger one!"
Lin Xiucheng was very helpless, and replaced him with a girl in her twenties who had just graduated from nursing school. Chen Xing was satisfied.
Unable to write by hand, Chen Xing stopped going to school, and flirted with his nurse Elsa every day, and his oral English level skyrocketed.
On the seventh day at home, he received a call from an unfamiliar number. Chen Xing asked Elsa to help him connect, and there was a voice he didn't expect, which turned out to be Jiang Zhengzhen.
He apologized to Chen Xing, said that he had changed a language school, and asked where Chen Xing was now.
Jiang Zhengzhen also thought about it for a long time before calling Chen Xing. The conflicts between young people come and go quickly. Standing up so fiercely, and facing the contemptuous British female principal together, I felt some sympathy for him in my heart. Later, Jiang Zhengzhen asked his classmates, only to find out that Chen Xing had never appeared in school. After thinking about it, I still dialed the number.
Chen Xing had a big heart, accepted Jiang Zhengzhen's overtures, talked to him a few words, and told him that his arm was injured.
"What, is it serious? Why don't I come and see you," Jiang Zhengzhen said enthusiastically, "My mother came to see me a few days ago and brought me pork knuckle with sauce. I'll bring you some?"
Chen Xing thought about it, and said forget it, and made an appointment for a day to go out for dinner with Jiang Zhengzhen. Jiang Zhengzhen said that he would introduce Chen Xing to some of his buddies in Beijing.