【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

The heavy rain that had lasted for several days finally showed signs of stopping.

Zhao Xi stepped over the small puddle of water and had to go back to school after enjoying three days of wonderful vacation.

The sky was filled with fog and only the edge of the sun could be seen. Because school had started again, all the students along the way looked as if they had been drained of their energy.

Tsk tsk tsk, Zhao Xi looked at it and shook his head: A senior high school student...

When I arrived at the classroom for morning self-study, the head teacher announced that we had to take a one-inch photo to be used to attach our graduation certificates and admission tickets.

The originally dead silent class suddenly became lively, especially the girls, who had already started combing their hair. Some of the close ones gathered together to quietly put on makeup.

"Zhao Xi." The head teacher called Zhao Xi to work: "Go collect everyone's ID cards."

The college entrance examination is extremely strict in cracking down on any possible cheating behavior, and students’ ID cards will be checked several times.

Zhao Xi did as he was told.

After receiving Lu Qingci's ID card, Zhao Xi looked at it secretly. How tender! Zhao Xi covered his mouth in his heart. There was still baby fat on his face. The boy's expressionless face looked delicate and cute because of his young age.

Then Zhao Xi looked down, date of birth: November 11th.

Isn't it today?!

Zhao Xi calculated his age in his mind and found that he was just an adult.

Then we must take it easy.

Zhao Xi had an idea in mind, and when he handed his ID card to the head teacher, he took the opportunity to ask: "Teacher, there is no Nanzhu, has he not come back yet?"

The head teacher took it and said casually: "Something happened in his family. I don't know how long he will be absent."

What happened? Zhao Xi looked at Fu Peipei. The heroine was still there. Wasn't there any part for her? Then she speculated that maybe they had been in contact. After all, she was just a tool and there was no script. Maybe they knew more than her.

The photographer came, Zhao Xi gathered his thoughts, tidied himself up and went to take the photo. Then it was another boring day of classes.

It was getting dark and evening self-study was about to begin.

However, Fu Peipei's mind had long wandered. She had not attended evening self-study classes for a long time. Now she was in Building D of the school, accompanying Nan San in digging up the corpse.

The soil was slowly dug out, and a streak of white appeared, which was a human arm.

Nan San looked grim, and he pulled his arm out of the soil like pulling out a weed, and threw it directly into the brown snakeskin bag beside him. Fu Peipei had sharp eyes and saw that there was probably a pair of feet and hands in it.

She had seen it more often in the past few days, and she no longer felt like vomiting when she saw it. She could even calmly discuss it with Nan San: "Have you collected them all?"

Nan San: "We still lack the torso and the most important head."

Fu Peipei pursed her pale lips. Under Nan San's coercion and inducement, she provided information about Lu Qingci. This information was found by her and Zhao Xi last time.

It turns out that Lu Qingci had been dead for four years, and the murderer was the group of people who often bullied him. According to the report at that time, they accidentally pushed Lu Qingci off the building. Fearing that he would go to jail, they dismembered Lu Qingci's body. After handling the scene, the four people buried his hands, feet, torso, and limbs separately. This was to deal with the crime, and also to tie the four people firmly together on a boat.

Later, the truth was exposed, and four people died mysteriously. And because Lu Qingci's parents had both passed away, the matter was hastily concluded.

No one knows how Fu Peipei felt when she saw those reports. It's no exaggeration to say that she felt like she was falling into an icy cave. She knew Lu Qingci and even witnessed him being bullied.

It is undeniable that she felt pity when she saw the gloomy boy being beaten to the ground and vomiting, but she did nothing. No, in other words, what could she do? Fu Peipei did not want to fall into the vortex of violence, it was too terrible, so she chose to watch.

Even when Zhao Xi first started approaching Lu Qingci, Fu Peipei felt a little sarcastic in her heart: I hope she is not another abuser.

After all, Zhao Xi was famous for her bad temper, and many girls were afraid of her and tried to please her in secret.

But when Fu Peipei saw their relationship getting closer and Lu Qingci's condition getting better, Fu Peipei suddenly realized that Zhao Xi seemed to be a savior.

But so what, Fu Peipei thought coldly: From the beginning to the end, it had nothing to do with her.

It was not until she was involved in the affair between Nan Zhu and Zhao Xi, and the slap seemed to penetrate her soul, that Fu Peipei truly experienced what a shadow was. She kept wondering who would help her, but no one did.

I kept watching that poor guy and I didn't help him until I became the next poor guy and no one helped me.

Fu Peipei's impression of Zhao Xi was: she was unfamiliar with him and she couldn't afford to offend him. But she didn't expect that Zhao Xi would be the first to help Nan Zhu after she disappeared, and when they fell from the building together, Zhao Xi also chose to push her away to save her.

Folding her arms, Fu Peipei stood there as if she was suffocating like drowning. Watching Nan San tying up the bag neatly and treating Lu Qingci's body as lightly as if he were dividing up pork, Fu Peipei couldn't help but ask, "What will happen to Lu Qingci?"

Nan San cast a hawk-like gaze at him, and Fu Peipei stuttered: "I mean, after you take action, will Lu Qingci disappear?"

The man laughed. He wasn’t one to laugh often, so his expression was particularly grim. “He will never be reborn.”

Taking in Fu Peipei's pale expression, Nan San concealed the impatience in his eyes.

If she wasn't the only one who could see the strange things in this ghost school, he would have abandoned her long ago. Now the boundary between the inner and outer space is constantly being destroyed by him, and the hidden side of this school is constantly emerging. Only then can Lu Qingci's remains be found. When digging out the head, he may be attacked by the ghost king. He must speed up his action.

No matter what, he must bring Nan Zhu back alive!

Nan San rubbed Nan Zhu's life card in his pocket, looked at Fu Peipei who was still in a daze and said coldly: "It's you who are the one who died pitifully. That thing no longer has human feelings. Go quickly, so as not to alarm the Ghost King."

Fu Peipei was reminded of the hellish moment a few days ago by his words. Her wandering heart calmed down and she said, "No, he's not in school today."

Seeing Nan San's suspicious look, Fu Peipei didn't tell him that Zhao Xi had asked Lu Qingci to leave the school. After all, she didn't trust this man very much, so she didn't tell him about Zhao Xi's existence.

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"what is this?"

Lu Qingci was blindfolded and pushed into the room by Zhao Xi. Nothing could stop him from seeing what he wanted to see, but Lu Qingci pretended to be stupid and asked on purpose.

The cloth strip was removed, and Lu Qingci saw the cake on the dining table, and Zhao Xi, who was wearing a birthday hat and happily opening fireworks and shouting "Happy Birthday" loudly, but a flying colorful piece of paper hit his mouth and frowned, saying "Pah, pah, pah".

"Haha," Lu Qingci couldn't help laughing, and even laughed louder after Zhao Xi reprimanded him: "What's so funny!"

He really hadn't felt this kind of true joy for a long time.

He walked over, held Zhao Xi's face with both hands, and kissed her deeply. With her waist pinched by the boy's mouth, he directly picked up the girl and pushed her against the wall and kissed her wantonly.

Zhao Xi was so scared that she wrapped her legs around Lu Qingci's waist. Neither of them closed their eyes when they kissed. She was fixed in Lu Qingci's deep gaze. When she noticed the smile in his gaze, Zhao Xi's eyes turned red and she felt a little aggrieved: This bad guy, where did he learn these shameful things?

When Zhao Xi couldn't catch her breath and pounded his back, he knocked his head on her shoulder and kissed her cheek in small and fragmented ways, as if he liked her so much that he had to touch her carefully and carefully. Zhao Xi was somewhat softened by his puppy-like kisses, which were small and dense, like a net that stuck to her tightly.

Seeing that it would never end, Zhao Xi pushed the person away, and said with a hot face and a little breath: "Okay, okay, stop, I know you are very excited, we still have to eat cake."

Zhao Xi directly booked a private room in a hotel, and the hotel provided meals and cakes. She actually had never celebrated anyone else's birthday before, and her own birthdays were always banquets, which would eventually turn into business talks. So Zhao Xi just ordered a cake and prepared a gift.

But Lu Qingci was obviously very excited, and even his dark eyes seemed to be sparkling.

Zhao Xi felt uncomfortable but also happy when he looked at her. After all, people also hope to get feedback for their efforts.

"Here, a gift."

Lu Qingci took the small box wrapped in diamond-shaped leather. He opened it and found a fountain pen. It was light but had a very textured feel, and was obviously worth a lot of money.

Zhao Xi said softly, "I see that your handwriting is so good, I think it will suit you very well, and the college entrance examination is coming soon, and I give you this pen in the hope that you can pass the exam."

Lu Qingci inexplicably recalled the time when his mother taught him to practice calligraphy. It was really strange. Although he could not even remember her face, he still remembered her words: "Characters must have skeletons, flesh must wrap tendons, tendons must hide flesh, and calligraphy will be beautiful and smooth."

But the man who said such words was rolling naked in bed with another man who was not his father, like a beast in heat.

"Please don't tell Dad, Xiaoci, what happened between him and me was just an accident!! We were drunk!"

The woman grabbed his shoulders and said anxiously that there were several kiss marks on his clothes that were not tidied up.

Lu Qingci felt like vomiting after seeing this, but he agreed despite his mother's crying.

Then there was one, then there was two, and then my father found out.

A fierce slap hit his face, and the father, whose face was blurred, cursed: "You still want to explain to them?! Bastard! Adulterer and adulteress bastard!"

But such memories have all been replaced by Zhao Xi.

In the room lit only by candlelight from the cake, the girl he loved the most smiled, the candlelight flickering in her clear eyes, like a spark, lighting the boundless wild grass in his heart: "Lu Qingci, you must write vigorously, like a swan flying high, graceful and elegant."