I still don't want to go to school today

Lin Yan smiled, "What's the trouble?"

Xu Zhimin didn't speak, but put his hands on his shoulders.

It took a long time for the tensed muscles to relax.

"arrive."

Fu Luojia looked at Xu Zhijian.The warning lights on the ambulance next to him caused Xu Zhibian's face to be covered in red and blue at the same time, and a simple smile was split into two halves.

"meet on Monday."

Fu Luojia nodded, and heard him say again: "How is today?"

In fact, Fu Luojia didn't understand why people who had been staying with him asked such a question.Is your "today" different from his "today"?

"Today...it's a good day." He couldn't think of any words. “The view is very nice and beautiful.”

"What about you?" Seeing Fu Luojia's confused eyes, Xu Zhijian added softly, "How do you feel?"

"...Very good, why do you ask that?"

"I care about you—that is, there can be a next time?" Xu Zhibian used a completely different tone of teasing from when he asked the question, and casually opened the page. "I remember."

Fu Luojia opened the door and got out of the car.

A day of outdoor activities still left traces: I am still not used to the flatness of the soles of my feet when I walk on the concrete floor, I can’t help but look up to confirm who it is when I see a pair of thin ankles, and there are always auditory hallucinations in my ears—hidden in the The sound of water gurgling in the invisible stone piles and grass has been gurgling.

There are also children who let go of their voices and play.

They ran quickly from the other end of the corridor outside the ward, unrestrained and unscrupulous.

Fu Luojia slammed back against the wall, nearly knocking over a wastebasket.

A nurse holding an infusion bottle for a patient looked at him with strange eyes.

After his breathing calmed down, he managed to suppress the fear that came from nowhere.

After walking a few steps, someone suddenly walked up to him and stopped him. "Hey—is it Fu Luojia? Are you Qingqing's child Fu Luojia?"

He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with gray sideburns.The man held a cigarette behind his ear, held a disposable cup in his hand, and was wearing a thin coat—it should be a family member who was going to accompany the bed in the hospital. He had just brushed his teeth at the sink and was going back to the ward.

He looked at the man's face and recalled for a while, "Third Uncle."

"Hey. God, you were so short last time I saw you—" The man was enthusiastic, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture on his chest, "You are so tall now! Is it 1.8 meters?"

"...about the same. I haven't measured it in the past few years."

"Hey, looking at you juniors, I feel that time really flies. In such a blink of an eye, so many years have passed—"

Fu Luojia echoed casually.

"...Grandma and the others are there?" His aunt's illness is probably a bit serious, and there are quite a few relatives who came to visit.

"Yes, they are all here. Your mother should be picking up the X-rays at the radiology department on the first floor, and she will come up later."

There are several circles of people inside and outside the ward, and now there is no place to stand.He didn't look at his aunt on the hospital bed, but looked up at the ceiling - there was a thick layer of black stains deposited in the fluorescent tubes.

No wonder it was always so dark even with all the lights on.

He could easily make out the sound of fucking footsteps, and looked towards the door.

She was holding two square plastic bags in her hand, no different from before, her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were frowning.

A middle-aged woman whom Fu Luojia didn't know stood up from an empty bed and greeted her, "Have all the films been taken?"

"got it."

"Are you all right?"

"What's the problem?" His mother looked at him, her eyebrows stretched slightly, "It's just a small problem, so there's no need to make a special film, it's a waste of money."

"Chest pain is not necessarily a small problem. Isn't it just right in the hospital? Every time you don't go to the unit for a physical examination, you can take a good look at yourself this time. Of course it's good if there is nothing wrong. It's better to prevent it early and spend money Buy one with peace of mind-"

Fu Luojia was a little surprised, he thought it was his aunt's film.

"Okay, okay." His mother stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm, "I still have to take him to the doctor. Auntie has nothing to do here, so I'll leave first."

"No problem, you two go first."

……

Now Fu Luojia was puzzled as to why a wider and thicker gauze was wrapped around his feet, which were almost healed.This leads to a consequence: the injury itself is no longer a factor that hinders walking, but the gauze is.

Therefore, when Xu Zhijian went upstairs with heavy loads and stuffed the heavy objects into his seat, the classmates who saw Fu Luojia going downstairs to the physical education class last week showed a surprised expression.

"Is your foot...received a second injury?"

"...No." He didn't know how to explain this, so he didn't explain it.

"Is that because Xu Zhibian is addicted to it, or are you addicted to it?"

"..." He reminded himself that Zhou Linya was just talking about it.

"Oh, by the way, Zhao Min's roommate asked directly."

"Huh?" The span between the topics is a bit large.

"I didn't say it directly, just save her face. I just asked her why she didn't wear the necklace, and where she bought it. Guess what happened to her?"

Several English homework books were thrown over, and Fu Luojia silently stacked them and put them in the upper left corner of the table. "……how?"

"She said: 'The reason why you didn't do well in the exam is because you never put your mind on your studies.'" Zhou Linya rolled his eyes vigorously.

Fu Luojia didn't say anything.No one has been pressing for that silver chain yet, and he has also figured out the way out - at worst, he will lose money according to the price.So the urgency of this matter is not high enough for him to concentrate on it.

"It's really sick. Later they directly exposed her for stealing things, and she cried so much that people on several floors couldn't sleep. When the dormitory manager asked, she also said that she was bullied and excluded by her roommates, and she was also slandered become a thief."

Fu Luojia had a headache: "It's not necessary..."

"It's not necessary. A few people knew about it, but now almost all the boarding students know about it. Who asked her to do it herself."

"I mean... there's no need to ask her directly, right? It's quite... well, maybe I really made a mistake at the beginning..."

"It's her one hundred percent. You don't need to be embarrassed, and it's not just because of you, many people don't like her in the first place."

"Don't look for her anymore," Fu Luojia raised his hand to cover his eyes, "That's it."

"We can't do anything if she doesn't let go, that," she pointed at the stack of homework books, "don't write my name when you clear the list that hasn't been handed in."

He didn't say anything.

This week, he has been working hard to prepare for the new task that Mr. Ye threw at him: lectures, the kind of presentation to the whole class on the podium - he was not given time to prepare, but it was only delayed because his legs were inconvenient again. Start next week.Not once, but for a long time.

He has never been to the podium to give a lecture since he was a child—from the first day of junior high school to now.One is that many teachers will not set up this teaching link, and the other is that this kind of task is generally not his turn.

Teacher Ye said, "That's right, let's exercise."

He felt that distributing homework was already very exercised, anyway, he would get dizzy just by looking around for a week when he stood up.

And he doesn't think there is anything good about reading in English.He chose an option himself, and many times he couldn't explain the reason for choosing this option, let alone explain the thinking to others.

no way.

"Let others know where the gap in thinking is." Teacher Ye picked up the exercise book, "When the first lesson is taught next Monday, can I give you 5 minutes for each lesson?"

If it must be said to be a kind of exercise for myself, it is actually just a waste of time for the rest of the class.Fu Luojia thought of this, but did not say it out of a certain tacit agreement with the teacher.

If there is nothing to say, then do it.

Around six o'clock, Xu Zhijian would come over with a box of takeaway, and sit in Zhou Linya's seat to eat with him.Zhou Linya actually sometimes eats dinner in the classroom, but in order to "let Xu Zhijian sit in that position for a while", he forced himself to be healthy during this week.

"By the way, what do you usually talk about? Every time I come up after eating, you are still eating and chatting. Do you have something in common?"

In fact, their dialogue has always been unable to extract any theme.Usually it is Xu Zhibian who asks questions and he answers, and the attitudes of both parties are very casual - at least it seems so.It's just that he didn't understand why Xu Zhijian's opening remarks were "how do you feel today" every time.

He is tolerant of all answers, even if it is "I don't remember much".He'd smile at him and say the next thing.

Those unexited problems are like holes in the net that cages them together. While increasing the risk factor, it also increases the breathability, allowing people to breathe freely before the net rope breaks.

It was much easier to answer Zhou Linya's question.He remembered that Xu Zhiyan expressed his amazement at the abundance of Zhou Linya's stationery categories, so he repeated his original words without embellishment.

Zhou Linya was in a happy mood.

It kind of woke him up.

He looks at a "chicken" next to his pen holder—paper molds better than blades of grass, so the finished product looks less like a fish.

I don't know how Xu Zhilian learned it, and in which class he was too boring to get this idea.In any case, he should have made himself look happy when he received it.

Xu Zhibian should want to see it.