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Lin Lu and Fang Zheng quarreled again, but this time was different from the one a long time ago, when both of them couldn't bear to ask for peace, but this time Fang Zheng knew he was wrong.

Although he didn't know why Lin Lu would be angry instead of supporting him when he was caught in a fight, Fang Zheng still knew that he was out of concern and had been waiting for him at home for a long time.

So the person who didn't understand Lin Lu's intention at all admitted his mistake with such a muddled reason.

But what people fail to fulfill their wishes.

"Why?" Fang Zheng tugged at Lin Lu's sleeve, "I know I was wrong, why are you still angry?"

Lin Lu was still writing the homework in his hands, without even casting a glance at the people next to him.

Fang Zheng sat down on the seat next to him, and played a bitter trick: "Look at my face is still swollen, mom doesn't care about me, don't you care about me? I stayed up all night yesterday to write a self-criticism? Today I've been scolded by old Tang for a day. I apologize to you, won't you forgive me?"

"It deserves it." Lin Lu said in a cold voice.

"I deserve it, I deserve it." Fang Zheng still tugged on Lin Lu's sleeve, his fair face came close to his eyes and squeezed out a coquettish smile, "Then can you forgive me?"

Lin Lu glanced at him, felt that he was about to be blinded by his fake smile, and quickly looked away.

"How old can a person act like a spoiled old lady." Lin Lu cleared his throat and said.

Fang Zheng's hand directly held Lin Lu's wrist, shook it twice and said, "Who said only old women can act like a baby?"

"Fuck!" Lin Lu withdrew his hand violently like an electric shock, and yelled at him, "Can you fucking be normal?"

Fang Zheng subconsciously sat up straight, but his face was unclear. Therefore, he really couldn't understand what was abnormal about this kind of joking and acting like a baby, and what kind of poked Lin Lu's anger.

Simply inexplicable.

"Fang Zheng," Lin Lu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, "When will you be heartless?"

"Where am I heartless?"

Lin Lu took another deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down again: "Did you fucking forget everything you promised me?"

Fang Zheng frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I promised you so many things, which one did you say?"

Lin Lu threw his pen on the table, stood up, and stared at him with bottomless eyes: "You promised me that you will not fail to learn well."

"How can I not learn?" Fang Zheng retorted without thinking.

Lin Lu smiled coldly and said, "Going to Internet cafes to play games twice a day is not considered a failure of learning? Going to gangsters like Wanghang Street is not a failure of learning? Fighting is not considered a failure of learning? Drinking is not considered a failure of learning?"

Fang Zheng was irrefutable, and after a while he asked calmly, "How do you know I've been drinking?"

Lin Lu still sneered: "I'm not a fucking pig, can't I smell it?"

"Then my mother..." Fang Zheng immediately became nervous. If his mother knew that he had been drinking, he would have to peel eighteen layers of his skin.

"Your mother, your mother, your mother's nose is like having no sense of smell, don't you fucking know?"

"...Oh yes." Fang Zheng remembered that my mother was indeed a master who had almost no sense of smell. Once when she was cooking corn, she was cooking outside the kitchen, and the burnt smell wafted to the second floor when the pot was dry. She didn't even smell it.

"For your size!" Lin Lu glared at him, "Do you still remember that you have to be in the top [-] at the end of this semester? Can you fucking get in now?"

Fang Zheng scratched his hair annoyedly, and replied in a muffled voice: "I will pass the exam, I promise you, no matter what, I will pass the exam."

"I hope." Lin Lu said, "Fang Zheng, don't let me down again."

After coming out of Lin Lu's house, Fang Zheng originally planned to go to find Fang An, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to do with Fang An. Now he was upset and depressed, as well as deeply dissatisfied with himself.

It was already very cold, even if he was wearing a very thick coat, he could feel the biting cold wind rushing into his clothes desperately. He pulled the zipper of his coat to the end and didn't go home, so he just walked along the path with.

Blowing cold wind is a good choice when his brain is in chaos. When he walked to the pond where he fell in the forest road, he felt that his brain had become quite sober.

A clear mind is a very good state, and in this state you should think about problems.

Lin Lu's anger could be explained by the fact that he violated the agreement and continued to let him down. He was mainly thinking about his own problems.

Looking at the crystal clear pond, Fang Zheng was full of thoughts.From the fourth grade of elementary school, it spread a little bit.

He didn't know if he was really disgusted by the math teacher at the beginning. Anyway, now he is not only disgusted when he sees mathematics, but he is not interested in any subjects that are related to mathematics.

Just like physics, he can remember all the knowledge points in words, but he can't remember a formula mixed with numbers.

He really didn't know how to change this situation.

Furthermore, it is a common problem of poor students - laziness, his laziness is too great, and he is still hot for 3 minutes. Every time he fails the test and is scolded, he makes up his mind to work hard, and he becomes lazy again within two days.

There is also his fucking curiosity, he is curious about all bad things, he is curious about addictive games, he is curious about places where there are piles of gangsters, he is also curious about cigarettes and alcohol that he has never touched.

And the bad chain reaction brought about by the general curiosity is always coming.

In the end how to do?

Fang Zheng blew the cold wind by the pond for half an afternoon, scolded himself mercilessly from head to toe, from the inside out, and then went home with no idea of ​​what to do but feeling a lot more relieved.

Mom was preparing dinner in the kitchen when she saw Fang Zheng coming in and said, "Go to the utility room on the second floor and find me a hammer."

My mother ignored him all night last night, and ignored him all day today. Fang Zheng was very happy to finally talk to him now.

"Okay!" Fang Zheng rushed upstairs vigorously, "I'll take it down right away."

In the living room on the second floor, Fang Ke was lying on the sofa watching cartoons, when he saw Fang Zheng coming, he turned his head and shouted loudly: "Brother."

"Hey!" Fang Zheng responded with a smile, "Brother, go find something, and come play with you later."

After he finished speaking, he entered the utility room. The utility room was quite large, because it was originally intended to be used as a bedroom, but the population distribution was quite appropriate, so it was redundant, and Dad took his hammers Commonly used tools at home, such as wrenches, were also put into it, as were discarded old furniture, toys that Fang Zheng played with when he was a child, and dilapidated cradles.

This has become an out-and-out utility room.

The hammer was easy to find, it was placed in an obsolete old cabinet in the utility room, Fang Zheng pushed the glass away, took the hammer out, and when he turned his head, he accidentally saw something in another glass , and then froze for a moment.

It's certificates, a stack of thin certificates, prizes, notebooks, pens, etc., in a box, without the lid, just laying there naked.

These awards were originally posted on the wall of the living room, but two years ago, my parents re-decorated and had to paint the walls, so they tore them all down.

These, these things in this box, were all his glory from kindergarten to fourth grade.

When he was a child, he was actually one of the best in grades, and he was able to get the top three in the school in every exam, and after each exam, he was able to go on stage to receive the award amidst the applause and praise of the teachers and students in the school.

But his glory ended too early, before he even reached junior high school.

Originally, the certificates of merit should be increased little by little, but they have never been added.

"Ah." Fang Zheng sighed, opened the glass and took out the box. He reached out and touched the orange paper, and touched a thin layer of dust.

Fang Zheng's heart suddenly turned ashamed, not because of his current depravity, nor because he missed the pride at that time, but because he really felt his mother's disappointment in him.

In the past, my mother kept these things in the room with great care, but now they appear in the utility room, and it is obvious that they are not a day or two. What does this prove?

Just when Fang Zheng was holding the box and was so uncomfortable that his whole body was shaking a little, his mother's voice came from downstairs: "Didn't you say right away? How long has it been?"

"Okay! Immediately!" Fang Zheng put the box back in a hurry as if frightened by something, closed the glass, pressed his eyes, closed the door with a hammer and went downstairs.

Mother Fang held an iron nail on the wooden frame of the window in her hand, and waved to him: "What are you doing in a daze? Pass it to me."

"...Oh!" Fang Zheng stood at the door of the kitchen, regained consciousness suddenly, and handed over the hammer.

Then he didn't go out, just stayed in the kitchen, listening to the sound of the hammer in silence. After his mother nailed the nails, she turned to look at him, with a smile on her face, but not the kind and friendly smile before. There was a sense of alienation that chilled Fang Zheng's heart.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to go out to play? You don't need to report to me." My mother said, "I don't have pocket money, do you? It's in the coffee table drawer in the living room. Take it yourself."

"Mom..." Fang Zheng also looked at her, and he felt uncomfortable like a lump of sand stuck in his throat, "No, I'm not."

"Why don't you just hurry up and do what you should do," my mother pushed him out of the kitchen, "I'm cooking, and I'll call you when it's ready."

"Mom, the prize in the utility room..."

"what?"

"No... nothing."

Fang Zheng went upstairs in a daze, and when he reached the living room, Fang An asked him to go over and watch cartoons with him, but he didn't hear him, so he just walked into his bedroom in a daze.

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the bedroom, he locked the door and flung himself on the bed. He smelled the familiar fragrance on the quilt, and he heard the expectant and appreciative smile that his mother used to look at him, and the tears were uncontrollable. flowed down.