The daily routine of being teased by a scholar

I don't know how long they ran, but when they stopped, the two had already run out of the teaching building and hid in the woods behind the building.

It was dark, the mosquitoes came out, and everyone went home.In the grove, there was no one on the long bench that was usually occupied by young lovers.

After confirming that the people behind did not catch up, Xu Huaiyang and Cai Zhan found a stool to sit down and took a breath.

The two were panting heavily, and did not speak for a long time.

Xu Huaiyang is not considered an honest and obedient student, and usually fights and causes troubles a lot.However, I didn't expect that when I just started my sophomore year of high school, I was about to "abandon the dark and turn to the bright", and I ran into such a bad thing.

If the opponent didn't bring a stick, it shouldn't be so bad.

He was a little depressed, and his body was sore.

"What's that bottle you threw?" Cai Zhan asked after taking a breath.This breath made him instantly feel the throbbing pain of the last stab on his stomach.

"Disinfectant water," Xu Huaiyang also slumped on the chair, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to blast the mosquitoes. "The kind that cleans the toilet."

After a while, Xu Huaiyang took off his coat to see how his injuries were doing.

In the summer, I wore a thin coat, and the beating was quite strong.

Cai Zhan stared at him for a long time, and then rolled up his sleeves to check the injury. The shoulder should be injured, and the touch felt a dull pain from being hit.

"It's so ruthless, I can see that it's a third year in high school." Xu Huaiyang looked at the large bruise on his arm, and he didn't have to think about anything else, "Da Xia's came here with a stick. It cannot be punished."

Cai Zhan put down his sleeves: "These people don't care whether they are punished or not."

After a while, the two fell silent.

When it was probably time to rest, Xu Huaiyang stood up and put on his coat, ready to go home.

Cai Zhan behind him suddenly stopped rubbing the bruised hand: "Thank you."

Xu Huaiyang also stopped putting on his clothes, and turned to look at Cai Zhan: "It's even."

Cai Zhan sat on a chair and looked up at him.

Xu Huaiyang coughed lightly: "The matter of tearing up your photo...is evened out."

Cai Zhan didn't speak, just kept silent.

Xu Huaiyang was suddenly a little embarrassed. This person didn't say a word, so he didn't really mind this, did he?If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't mention it.

Just when he was about to change the subject, Cai Zhan suddenly smiled, stood up, and stood face to face with him.

"Okay, it's even." Cai Zhan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The photo is for you."

Xu Huaiyang was stunned for a moment, then his face became hot: "Your uncle!"

Cai Zhan didn't speak any more, waved his hands while tidying up his clothes, and left without looking back.

It got completely dark.

When Xu Huaiyang took his schoolbag out of the teaching building, he could feel the throbbing pain in his leg muscles, and every step he took was extremely painful.

There is a small road in front of the school. It takes at least half an hour to walk from the school to the bus station.

It's a hot day of 34 to [-] degrees, but I can't even get a taxi.

Xu Huaiyang was sore all over, and had stood at the intersection for four to ten minutes.

Today I truly realized what death is.I got into a fight with someone out of nowhere, offended a group of psychopaths, and I still haven't explained the tearing of the photos.

Cai Zhan's last smile, no matter how I think about it, I think it is a mockery.

accurate.

It was already dark when we got home, and the cool night air made the temperature drop.

Xu Huaiyang opened the door, and the room was pitch black.He reached out to turn on the light, flung the suitcase casually, and fell heavily on the sofa.

"Hiss..." He forgot that he was still injured, and the pain from falling on the sofa made him gasp.

Sure enough, there was no one at home, not only no one, but no popularity at all.

Xu Huaiyang never told others about his family, even if asked, he would find a topic or keep silent.First, there is really nothing to say, and second, because there is really nothing to say.

The memories of "home" that he could think of were almost lost in his childhood memories.

Xu Huaiyang lay down for a while, got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the water heater, then sat back on the sofa.

Too quiet.

He poured a glass of water to drink, thought for a while and turned on the TV.

A messy TV series was playing on the TV. After watching it for a while, the plot was mentally retarded and touching.He simply let the TV ring by itself, turned sideways and took out his cell phone.

The screen flickered on and a text message came.Xu Huaiyang clicked it and took a look, then he was stunned.

After a while, he frowned and threw away the phone, turned over and buried his face in the sofa.

"I have horns on my head! My body..."

Buried on the sofa for a long time, the ringtone suddenly startled Xu Huaiyang.Fang Mian's exclusive ringtone is simply sick.

Xu Huaiyang picked up the phone with a buzzing headache.

"What are you doing, it took me so long to pick up the phone." Fang Mian's voice was a little fuzzy, and there was a lot of noise on the other side.

"Watching TV." Xu Huaiyang frowned, "Why are you so noisy?"

"Hi! My second uncle's family is here, and they are playing mahjong at my house. I'm so unlucky to tell you that I have only five yuan left after losing!" Fang Mian was probably walking towards the door, and there was a lot of noise in the background. The sound is much lower. "Don't tell me you just came home."

It was a good guess.

Xu Huaiyang said helplessly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes!" Fang Mian yelled, "Come out to eat, you must not have eaten, you must not have eaten, just tell me if my guess is right..."

"Shut up." Why is this man so noisy?

Fang Mian wailed on the other side of the phone: "You really just came home! My mother has been playing mahjong all night and won't cook for me. I only have five yuan on me now. Brother, uncle, grandpa, come out to eat... ..."

Xu Huaiyang squeezed the space between his eyebrows, a little bit wanting to hit someone: "Be quiet for 5 minutes from now on and don't talk, wait for me at the garbage stall later."

"Okay!" Fang Mian obediently shut up and hung up the phone.

Xu Huaiyang glanced at his watch, dragged out a medicine box from under the coffee table, rummaged through it, and took out disinfectant and cotton balls.

The place where the two met was a roadside barbecue stall, which Xu Huaiyang called a "garbage stall", and this was their fixed base.

Xu Huaiyang went downstairs in his sportswear, trying his best to ignore the hurting injuries on his body.I checked it when I took the medicine just now, and there is nothing serious except for a little more bruising.

He looked at the bicycles in the yard, and walked on.

Fang Mian arrived a little earlier than Xu Huaiyang, and had already ordered fifty skewers and a small pot of boiled edamame.There are already many people sitting on the barbecue stand, and the owner of the skewers is very busy.

"I can see that it's not your treat, you're trying to make me poor." Xu Huaiyang pulled a bench and sat down.

"Master, who dares to eat poor you." Fang Mian handed him a skewer, "It's almost half past two o'clock for the meat to come up, and it was ordered for you first, who knew you crawled over."

This is the only roadside food stall that Xu Huaiyang can accept, not one of them.The meat used in the stalls is very good, and the authentic products are also plentiful, and they are full of people every night.

If it wasn't for fear of uncleanliness, Xu Huaiyang would have liked to eat at roadside stalls. There were people, there were voices, and there was an indescribable sense of reality.

The passing vehicles drove by in a hurry, the neon lights on the signboards on both sides of the street were on, and there were people sitting around the roadside eating supper in twos and threes.Grilled skewers, draft beer, edamame and peanuts, together with some noisy sounds, add up to the unique taste of summer night.

But the more lively the surrounding area is, the more chilly I feel.

"What's wrong?" Fang Mian shook his hand in front of Xu Huaiyang's eyes, and Xu Huaiyang came back to his senses.

He shook his head, lowered his head and took a bite of the kebab, his mind was buzzing.

SMS.

My mind is full of text messages just now.

After a while, Xu Huaiyang looked up at Fang Mian and said, "My mother is coming back."

Fang Mian froze for a moment: "Your mother?"

Xu Huaiyang frowned: "Well, I just sent a text message, arriving next Friday."

Fang Mian thought for a while, stuffed her mouth with meat, and said vaguely: "It's a good thing your mother is back. How long has it been since you and your mother have seen each other? The last time I saw her was with you for more than a year, right?" ?”

Xu Huaiyang frowned, did not speak, and lowered his head to peel the edamame.

"Tsk." Fang Mian looked at Xu Huaiyang. He beckoned to the boss to order two bottles of cold beer. After biting them open with a grin, he found the bottle opener on the corner of the table, and handed a bottle to Xu Huaiyang with a depressed expression.

"I'm telling you, don't be awkward with me," Fang Mian took a cup and wanted to pour it for Xu Huaiyang, but Xu Huaiyang grabbed the bottle. "Hey, take your time and drink..."

Xu Huaiyang rolled his eyes at him, took out a piece of paper to wipe the mouth of the bottle, and pushed the cup back to Fang Mian.

"Oh, I forgot, young master, you love cleanliness..." Fang Mian simply drank from the bottle and threw the glass aside.

Fang Mian watched Xu Huaiyang take a sip of wine from the bottle, and said frightenedly: "Let's talk about it first, I'm not responsible for getting you back if you drink too much."

"No matter how much you eat, you can't stop your mouth." Xu Huaiyang put down the bottle, and tapped him with a skewer.

"No, I really have to talk about you, your mentality is wrong." Fang Mian turned his head away and stared at Xu Huaiyang, "Tell me, I have been in the same class with you from the third grade of elementary school to high school for more than ten years..."

"You were taught by old sportsman Chen, right?" Xu Huaiyang interrupted him without raising his head.

"What am I telling you!" Fang Mian slapped the table depressedly, "You can't just mention your mother like this, although I shouldn't care about this..."

"Then don't worry about it." Xu Huaiyang lowered his head and interrupted him.

Fang Mian was still chirping something, but he couldn't catch it.

For Xu Huaiyang, one thing has always been like a fishbone stuck in his throat.Can't forget, can't not care about, that is his family.

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