Human ladder

Wen Yan has never understood how a person can be so stupid as to be kidnapped so completely by these nihilistic things, and willingly become a puppet of this system.

Now, is Lu Congqi also the second one?

Oh, that was the first time he saw Lu Congqi that day.

"Wen Yan, Wen Yan..."

That's right, he got out of the car so reluctantly at that time, and Lu Qicong was urging him impatiently while standing on the steps, so many intern policemen poked their heads and stared at this. Wen Yan of the troubled boy.

At that time, Wen Yan was so thin that he looked like a delinquent boy who had just been caught taking drugs from a drug den at first glance.

"What are you talking about? Why? Do you know you're afraid at this moment?"

When Wen Yan heard this, his chin was tense, his whole body was out of shape from the end of his eyes to his hair, but he didn't want to take a step forward, his wide dark blue school uniform and trousers trembled accordingly.

He didn't want to confess in front of so many people, but his body trembled and resisted instinctively.

He could ignore so many playful smiles, but he dared not make any mistakes here, as if Wen Guochao was still watching him here all the time.

Does he know?If he knew, he would be so angry that he lied to the corpse.

No, the dead don't know anything.

Wen Yan looked up and saw the police badge on the building above his head splitting the sunlight into countless rays, probably it was really cold, Wen Yan only felt like he was naked and cold when someone suddenly lifted the quilt... No, Why does he feel this way?

Wen Yan scratched subconsciously, only to feel a glare of light that made him sit up suddenly, and before the goosebumps all over his body fell, he heard someone sneer angrily.

"Student, did you sleep well?"

"..." Wen Yan's entire stiff neck twisted to the side, his bones snapped, and he saw the leaders of the room and his class teacher staring at him, especially the bright head of the class teacher Bobo. When he hung down in frustration, Wen Yanzhi felt that he had another nightmare about the head of the meatball.

"Old...teacher...I..." Wen Yan suddenly realized whose dormitory this was, he swallowed the words with difficulty, and said, "I'm sleepwalking!"

"Ha!" I could only hear the angry voice hitting Wen Yan's eardrum again, causing his eardrum to throb.

Wen Yan felt that his whole body

The coldness under him eased away before he adjusted his smile and dryly explained to the source of the voice.

It doesn't matter if you look at it like this, he can't figure out who the old-fashioned face in black formal suit in front of him is, he must not be the teacher of our school... Then he tremblingly swept across the dormitory of less than fifty square meters and stood there. When he met a dozen or so people, he suddenly had the urge to pee in fear.

This is to catch up... the city leaders checked? ? ?

Wen Yan did not know how to find out from his muddy mind that their head teacher earnestly advised them at the class meeting two days ago: "Everyone must not be late for the national flag raising on Monday. The city leaders will check it. Please dress neatly... sloppy Please wash your face before you come out, whether our school can have a gymnasium depends on you..."

Anyway, the gymnasium that the two-term principals have been thinking about seems to be broken this time on this dreamy morning.

Wen Yan carefully looked at the principal's ugly face, and quickly smiled flatteringly, pretending to be extremely uncomfortable but strong and well-behaved, clutching his stomach in pain: "It's such a teacher... I had gastroenteritis in the middle of the night. , came to look for Lu Congqi to get the medicine and slept here... Lu Congqi said he was giving me leave."

Speaking of arching his back, he curled up like a shrimp, and no matter how his teacher Wang Bo made a difficult decision under the eyes of all the leaders, he nodded and said yes to Wen Yan.

"Well...Principal Song, that's the situation."

Wang Bo nodded with difficulty against the cold sweat on his forehead, and several creases appeared on his neck.

Wen Yan buried his head on Lu Congqi's pillow, took a deep breath, and laughed triumphantly.

Everyone knows that Wang Bo was afraid of teachers when he was a student, thinking that he would be fine if he became a teacher, but in the end he was afraid of leaders when he became a teacher, and afraid of his wife at home... the whole word is counseled in capitals.

The entire lowered eyebrow looks like a walking Maitreya Buddha, and the eyebrow peaks are bent into two arcs, as if even the eyebrows have a funny smile.

In his own words: In fact, he has never walked out of the student who was afraid of the teacher back then, and he has never walked out of this school.

"Wen Yan..."

When Wen Yan heard his name being carefully smacked on his lips for a while, he felt an ominous feeling in his chest.

"Your father was... Wen Guochao back then, right?"

really.

Wen Yan's face darkened, and he bit his lips until they turned white before he let go of his teeth, and managed to maintain his decency and politeness: "Yes, he is my father."

"My surname is Fan. You should call me Uncle. I know everything about your father, but I didn't expect... to be so old."

Wen Yan was a little surprised, blinked, and didn't know how to treat this overly friendly tone, so he pretended to be kind and smiled obediently: "Hello, Uncle Fan."

This time, he really looked at the leader from the messy forehead, and when he saw that his eyes were really caring, he put down his full guard, exhaled lightly, and brushed the hair that blocked his sight. blow off.

Such an almost presumptuous action stunned Fan Yongchuan for a moment, and smiled with the pampering of his elders, thinking that Wen Yan should still be that ignorant child playing tricks on his elders.

"Is your mother okay recently? I heard that she has retired from the front line? I haven't visited you mother and son for so long... Your father and I were comrades-in-arms back then, and he is the pride of the police force..." Seeing Fan Yong Chuan seemed to be caught in a deep memory, and for a moment he didn't know whether the current occasion was suitable or not, leaving a room full of people to look at Wen Yan and the leader named Fan in horror.

Wen Yan didn't know when he got down from the upper bunk, and he restrained his usual fart expression, and followed the programmed comfort: "Uncle Fan, take care of your health, we are all fine, my dad... has passed. "

Fart, don't care about your health, who are you, you are here to cry.

What a fart in the past, just let this kind of onion fart, what can I do if I can't make it through.

After slandering in his heart, he almost kicked out the people in this room. Before he left, he saw the dean glaring at Wen Yan, and he knew that there was no way to turn this matter over so easily.

When he was the only one left in the whole room, Wen Yan walked to Lu Congqi's desk last night.

Like, wait until no one else dares to have such a relationship with him.

The desk was cleaned up very cleanly, and books half a meter high were neatly stacked against the wall.

Wen Yan, who had never read a textbook before, memorized the titles of these books one by one, and then took out a leaflet from a paper explaining the real questions of science and comprehensive science—it was the enrollment page of the People's Public Security University of China last year. Leaflet.

It should be expected, Wen Yan shouldn't have too many emotional ups and downs.

He just lingered on this promotional page with his fingertips and still didn't know what expression to adjust to face. He even read the introduction seriously, but his thoughts always drifted far away.

Wen Yan's expression even flashed a trace of bewilderment, he stared blankly at the big characters on it with his head just waking up, and in the end he just took his mobile phone and left without putting the leaflet back to its original place. place.

The meaning was just to tell Lu Congqi that he already knew about it, so he didn't have to worry about how to word it to himself.

He tiptoed back to his dormitory with a bird's nest head and clothes that smelled of alcohol, thinking that he had been absent from class anyway, and he would have to be punished sooner or later, so he lay down on the sink and washed his hair with the faucet, harassing him with a toothbrush in his mouth. On the road from the period.

Lu Congqi's mobile phone won't turn on when he is in class, but this time he unexpectedly got a second reply:

--woke up?

Wen Yan swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste, sat up almost subconsciously, turned on the voice and said, "Yes, yes, just happened to be inspected by the city leaders, watch it, Bobo should shed tears on the flag-raising platform and crashed to death with the principal Make it clear at the school gate."

And then quickly sent another one: "Your phone is not turned off?"

Before Lu Congqi heard about Wen Yan's news, a person named Sister Luan in the WeChat note sent a video titled: Wen Yan's video.

Lu Congqi paused with his fingers for a while, looked around, and clicked open.

The video shows a narrow alley, which Lu Congqi could recognize as the alley at the back gate of the school.

He wore headphones, and his ears were filled with the sound of punching, cursing and staccato whining.

The light at night was not good, and the angle of the sneak shot was so strange that Lu Congqi could only see a bright light from a mobile phone in the lens. Then the person holding the mobile phone moved, and the strong light began to shift, revealing the back of the strong light The face of the person - Wen Yan pursed his lips, raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly, and walked past the camera indifferently until he walked out of the frame.

The other party reckoned that Lu Congji had finished watching, and sent a few more messages:

[Sister Luan: Don't try it, I think this kid's nature is like this, cold and ruthless. 】

[Sister Luan: He promised Haozi to go to the monster disco tonight, that's not my place, I can only find someone to watch over, and prevent him from contacting people who are not sure. 】

After a few messages, Lu Congqi's frown got deeper and deeper, he let out a breath while clutching his phone, and replied:

[7: I'm in trouble, if it doesn't work, let Brother Jin take care of him. 】

[Sister Luan: Brother Jin?Brother Jin has a lot of contact, don't you want that kid to come into contact with these things? 】

Lu Congqi looked at the news and looked up at the podium.

It was physics, and the physics teacher was talking about the finale of the last multiple-choice question. He knocked on the blackboard several times and asked if anyone would do it.

The teacher's voice, accompanied by the sound of scribbling in class, and the whistling sound of the three-leaf electric fan above his head, made Lu Cong period untimely in a trance.

The phone turned on again, and it was Wen Yan who sent a question mark, asking him why he didn't reply to his message.

Lu Congqi came back to his senses, calculated the answers to the multiple-choice questions, and answered Sister Luan's questions.

[7: Just let him keep messing around. Knowing Brother Jin, most people will not easily trouble him. 】

[Sister Luan: This kid is already a trouble, who is looking for it? 】

Lu Congqi closed the page, turned his head and looked out the window.

There is a faint reflection of him on the half-open window, and his eyebrows can be vaguely discerned.

However, he quickly lowered his head and mixed himself among a group of high school students.

He seems to be a good student who is only active in high school.

Wen Yan didn't wait for a reply this time, until he was really bored in the dormitory and stepped on the fourth quarter class bell in the morning to arrive at the class, he was thinking about what happened to Lu Congqi, why he didn't reply until now information.

He once thought that because he was looking forward to it too much, and because he was too special, he must distinguish that person's news, that person's remarks, and that person's grouping from others.

It's just that there is probably a ghost in his heart, and this ghost looks very similar to most of the people around him.

This ghost asked over and over again: What is your relationship with Lu Congqi?Who is he to you?

Wen Yan knew that this question would be asked over and over again by the people around him sooner or later.

He looked at Lu Congqi's dark blue profile picture, and returned to the interface with interest.

The entire teaching building of the second year of high school, Wen Yan's class is no accident and it is in the penultimate class that fits Wen Yan's identity. He gathers all the black apples of each class into one class, and there is one who is good at fighting. Tai Chi is led by a bad guy who turned into an ostrich.

Such an assignment was implemented quickly under the suggestion of the dean of teaching, wise and powerful, including letting Wen Yan be the leader of this group of hooligans, which is called a trade-off game method of using softness to overcome rigidity and violence to control violence.

Even Lu Congqi implicitly said that the dean watched too many plot dramas.

Unexpectedly, everyone who was assigned to this class once fell in love with this kind of high degree of freedom that the teacher does not need to study. When all the classes were red flag classes or Tsinghua classes, the freedom led by Teacher Wang Bo That's how the class came into being.

Wen Yan sometimes feels that such a class is very similar to inspirational movies in film and television dramas. Legendary stories like those scumbags counterattack and gangsters become good will definitely happen in this class.

He and Mr. Bobo seemed to have reached a consensus tacitly. The youthful blood of these hooligans was still burning, but they were used in the wrong place.

Bobo is waiting for their epiphany, preaching chicken soup for the soul every day.

Ever since Wen Yan had a road partner by his side, he seemed to have known the difference between good and bad from a long time ago.

It’s just that it’s not necessary. Young people have a high heart, no goals, no direction, and they are willing to stand in front of the leader who holds the banner of “freedom” in the darkness.