I still don't want to go to school today

"Gaga——!!"

The boss chair was turned over, and the heavy back of the chair knocked on the ground with a muffled sound.

Teacher Ye also stood up with a cry of surprise, but instead of trying to stop him, he took a few steps back.

Finally he picked up the frame.

There is a group photo inside, of three people, the faces can be said to be similar but very different.

But this time he couldn't fall down.Dad held his arm from behind, "Gagabel is like this—"

"What are you doing?! You put the things down for me!!" Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she leaned forward leaning on the desk to reach for the things in his hand.Because the mood is too eager, and even the posture looks funny.

"Jiajia let go, return the things to the teacher, huh?"

Dad easily snatched the frame.Teacher Ye held on to the glasses and snatched them away, and slammed them face down on the table next to her.

Then the bell rang.

There was the sound of running and talking and laughing in the corridor outside.The location of this office is not conspicuous, but he suddenly had the illusion that someone would break in at this moment.

The originally continuous broken sound that was sealed inside seemed to leak into another space.

After a moment of silence Dad tried to let go of him.He stretched out his arms and straightened his cuffs, then turned his head to look at Teacher Ye who was wiping away tears and sobbing.

"Are you finished?"

……

Fu Luojia felt his mouth dry.He tried to relax his jaw and let out a breath, but suddenly felt a small cluster of flames burning along the Eustachian tube from the mouth to the eardrum.

So he lowered his head to hold the light blue straw in his mouth - he had only just noticed that he had it in his hand.Sprite is too icy, and the outer wall of the plastic cup is covered with water drops, and the water vapor extending outside the outline to form a white mist can be vaguely seen.

But the expected sweetness did not reach the tip of the tongue.Instead, he felt like he had swallowed a handful of thin, tiny needles.

"Do you still have a headache?" Dad turned up the air conditioner by one degree, and turned on the music player by the way.

He swallowed a big mouthful of Sprite in his mouth. "No."

The USB flash drive used to store songs in the car has not been replaced, and he even remembers the order of those songs clearly.Now it's the first song, "ALamenting Song".

"Why were you so angry just now? Even if you are angry, you shouldn't mess with the teacher's things—it is a basic courtesy not to vent your emotions indiscriminately, and to let your emotions affect others."

He was silent.

"She is your class teacher and teacher. I think even if you can't understand her way, at least...give her the respect she deserves." Dad seemed a little nervous for no reason. "Of course, at your age, it's normal for you to be unable to control your emotions for a while. I can understand—but the premise is that you have to know that it's wrong. It may chill the heart of a person who really cares about you. Listen to Dad, wait a while Will you go and apologize to Teacher Ye?"

"Okay." Fu Luojia answered without much hesitation, and the perfunctory was obvious.Apparently Dad wasn't mad about it—he never was, and was even relieved about it.

"Ms. Ye is actually a very responsible teacher. She contacted me only for your sake."

"She called you to tell you to come here?" He never left his father's phone number.He wondered if it was time to explain it to him—the thought made him fret again. "Aren't you going to work today?"

"Your aunt told me about it before. I'm a bit busy these days, not just with work. I wanted to come over to see you, but it just so happened that Teacher Ye called me today and I came. "

"...Auntie?"

"Your aunt said that there may be no one to take care of you recently. Your mother... said that she still can't leave."

The straw was still bitten flat. "she……"

"It's still being tested, and it may take a while. I don't know what's going on... You know your mother never tells me this. She will know when she comes back." He lowered his voice, " Is there enough money these days, is there anything you want to eat in particular?"

"I do not have a phone."

"what?"

"She took it. The one I'm holding now belongs to a classmate of mine."

"The questions you Teacher Ye mentioned..."

silence.

"...Forget it. Give me the number later. Then I'll give you a thousand cash, and you can use it first. Eat whatever you want, and it's best to be with your classmates. Be careful here alone. After bathing and cooking, you must remember to turn off the main gas valve and lock the doors and windows. If you are bored, go out to play with your classmates, watch movies and play ball, but don’t go home too late. You can also listen to music and play games at home— — You should be very nervous about studying, so you can relax."

Silence again.

"Uh...why don't you want to live on campus? Living on campus is safer than being at home alone."

He leaned back in his chair. "I'm staying at my classmate's house these days."

"Ms. Ye has already told me. Is it convenient?"

"good."

"That's fine. If you want to live with your classmates, you can live with them. It's fine if you don't live on campus. I'll tell Mr. Ye about it." Dad glanced at him sideways. "I'll have to go back later. Your sister... She has had a fever almost every day since she was born, and she was found to have hepatitis a few days ago—"

"That's it."

"In a blink of an eye, you will be in your third year of high school... There is only one year left. If you feel uncomfortable now... Just bear with it and go to college. Independence, freedom——"

"I know."

"...Why are you still wearing long sleeves? Do you feel cold?" This question should be asked because there is nothing to say.

"I'm not cold," he said.

During the evening self-study, he found time to go upstairs, and Qian Miaojie, who had just stood firm outside the classroom of the second class and sat under the window sill, raised her hand and waved to him.

She still didn't say a word when she greeted her, but Fu Luojia didn't want to talk much.The two of them stared at each other through the glass for a while.

Qian Miaojie seemed confused by this meaningless silence, and turned to look for someone.

"Brother Jia?" The back door was opened, and a green leather head poked out. "Brother Yan isn't in the classroom—ah, that...if you came looking for him."

"...I'm here to look for him. What about others."

"Should be—still in school, right? I forgot to ask when he went out, does my sister know?"

Qian Miaojie held her chin and spoke out a few words: "Badminton court. Surround yourself."

"You didn't go?" He asked Du Ran.

"High-end game. He is not qualified." Qian Miaojie replied.

"Oh sister, why are you saying it in front of others—" Du Ran dragged the end of his voice.

Fu Luojia nodded, and glanced at the tables and chairs in the classroom.

The classroom in Class Two looks much cleaner and brighter than that in Class Nine - almost no one piles books on the seats, and there are only a few textbooks on the table, and they are all [-]% new.Much more than books are things like mirror headphones tablets.

Overall, it is very spacious, with large pots of asparagus bamboo and green radish placed in the front and back.

Many places are vacant.He looked at the place in the back row near the potted plants - there was a brand new school uniform draped over the back of the chair.

The person in the empty seat spotted him.

"Are you Poraka?"

"Wow, it's been a long time since I heard about you—"

"Are you coming to see the minister?"

"The minister is finally not engaging in unilateral diplomacy, my God Fu Luojia will come to our class one day—"

"Hey, when will we have a fellowship with Class Nine, since the two of them have such a good relationship?"

"What the hell logic? But yes, I completely agree. That Tang Cheng in their class is really cute——"

"Forget it, the group of Class Nine...it's really hard to describe."

He went to the front door and pushed it open, walked to the seat he had just looked at without turning his eyes, and took off the short-sleeved school uniform from the back of the chair.

When he left, he clearly left a sentence, "If you don't say a few words, you will die?"

……

There were three piles of people on the badminton court at first, but later they became one pile, and when they were separated, there were only two piles.The two groups of people separated into several small circles, and a small fire ball slipped through a circle of cigarette butts, and gray smoke billowed up.

Sitting in the stands, Fu Luojia could hear the sound of his palm slapping his face just now—a slap with real strength sometimes only makes a dull sound, the kind of bone hitting bone.

As Xu Zhibian's cousin said, Xu Zhibian had practiced Sanda with her.The strength of individual combat is indeed outstanding, and the legs are especially beautiful.

But somehow he likes to slap people so much.

"Even though I used to be able to knock him down with a hammer. Since he's grown taller than me—ah," she said.

He wanted to go straight over countless times.It has been a long time now, and he has become very impatient.

His agitation peaked at the sight of red sparks flickering in the gray smoke.

That smell, he thought, completely incomprehensible why anyone would like that disgusting smell.

He kicked the seat in the front row, and a series of rust fell straight down.

The noise alarmed the smokers, and they finally found someone sitting here.