crush again

After the start of school, the originally bustling dormitory for four people underwent drastic changes, leaving only him and the Second Pao, like a pair of orphans and widows.

For a whole month, Ye Lang didn't come to class.Huo Yang's life became more and more unhappy day by day. With a feeling of resentment that he didn't know what was going on, he ran to the student office and seriously reported the fact that "Student Ye Lang skipped class every day", claiming that he was killing his relatives righteously, and suggested that the student be dealt with. The teacher must notify his parents and bring him back.

The teacher looked up from the computer screen, very surprised, "What, didn't he drop out of school?"

Seeing Huo Yang's expression, the teacher looked even more surprised, "The dean talked to him because of his absenteeism, and he directly said to drop out of school. Several professors felt it was a pity, and jointly reported to the school. The final solution was to suspend school. Indefinitely, he can come back and finish reading at any time. You are his roommate. Don't you know?"

"I don't know until now." Huo Yang finished speaking politely, and nodded politely, "I'll beat that turtle when I go back, thank you teacher."

The teacher watched him leave, and for some reason, suddenly felt that he had lit the fuse of a campus murder.

Huo Yang wanted to kill, but there was nowhere to kill him. After two rounds of pesticides, he felt that his teammates might all believe in Buddhism, so he was the only one who hacked around fiercely.

He simply sat down at the desk, turned on the lamp, and opened the book.After sitting like this for a while, I still felt uncomfortable, so I reached out and tore off the planner posted on the front, along with the stack of blank schedules in the drawer, tore them up and threw them into the trash can.

During this half semester, Huo Yang Tangtang did not miss any class and devoted himself to studying.In the general election of the Ministry of Literature and Art, he became one of the deputy ministers, and his work became more and more busy, but he was able to take care of both studies and chores, and he even took time to run.In the mid-term exam, I got a surprisingly good result.

His father remembered this incident while driving, and immediately called Huo Yang. After hearing about the ranking, he was quite happy.

His son quietly waited for him to deliver a success speech, and said, "Dad, I have signed up for the volunteer education project and am going to Sichuan. From the end of April to July, three months."

"What?" His father was taken aback, "You don't go to school anymore?"

"We plan to study on our own, and we will take the exam when we come back during the exam week. There are seniors and sisters who will take us."

"Going to school is important. Look at how well you did in the exam this time." His father frowned and turned the steering wheel, "I'll go after the holidays."

"I went out to work during the holidays. The former lead singer of our school asked me to hang out with him, and the bill was paid by the day. Dad, I have passed the interview for the teaching support."

"Don't worry about that ghost teaching for now. Why are you working part-time? The family can't support you anymore?" His father was a little suffocated, but he still tried his best to suppress it, and said in a deep voice, "Go to school first, and go wherever you like after graduation."

Huo Yang's mother in the co-pilot gave him a worried look, "Old Huo..."

"Dad," Huo Yang said calmly, "I don't like studying finance."

"Don't like it—don't like it?" Huo Yang's father repeated it mockingly. Suddenly, a car cut in from the side and squeezed in front of him.He slammed on the brakes, and then there was a sound of horns from behind, "...fuck, you fucking son of a bitch!"

He pressed the speakerphone, threw the phone to the side of the automatic transmission angrily, held the steering wheel with both hands, looked at the road ahead, and said angrily: "Don't care what you like or not, your dad gave me a hand in the hotel back then. I do maintenance and have been cut dozens of times by machine tools. Do I like it? In order to test the registration certificate, the dilapidated library in Dongcheng District caught fire in the middle of the night, and I almost escaped. Do I like it? Huo Yang, you are not young , don’t be so naive, you have the ability and confidence before talking about what you like or not.”

"Can it be the same now as before? If I don't have any enthusiasm for work, and I still socialize and talk about business all day long, work eighty hours a week, and get stomach ulcers from drinking. Do you think this is good for me?" Huo Yang took a deep breath In one breath, his tone became tougher, and he said, "I just want to inform you. The volunteer project includes board and lodging, and I still have some living expenses. You don't have to worry about it for these three months."

"It's against you!" His father roared like thunder.Huo Yang heard his mother pick up the phone, and quickly said on the receiver: "Don't talk about it, your father is driving the car, and we will—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh when we get home!!!"

This scream was uncommonly sharp, and Huo Yang's heart suddenly constricted. Before he could make a sound, he heard the sound of glass shattering, and the loud noise of something colliding hard, almost breaking his eardrum, making him His liver and gallbladder are broken.

"Mom? Mom!" Huo Yang didn't care about the surprised gazes cast by other people in the corridor, and ran towards the stairs, almost knocking them into the air, and shouted, "Dad! Is Dad by your side?! Where are you? Talk!"

There was a rustling sound over there, but Huo Yang couldn't tell if it was his father or his mother, "I'm in the west..."

Then there was another loud bang, which was also an impact, and the creaking and twisting sound of the car, which made people's teeth sore.

There was complete silence.

From all directions, harsh car horns sounded like a death knell.

Huo Yang hugged the heavy urn and sat on the chair of the crematorium like a puppet.He wondered what he could do, he actually came to this place twice in half a year and did the same thing twice.

When the staff held a gloomy fake solemnity, without changing the words, they squeezed their throats and said, please family members bow to the corpse three times, come on, the child stands at the front.Huo Yang almost burst out laughing.He bowed and bent down, trying his best to control this obsessed smile, his stomach hurts from holding back, and two tears came out of the corners of his eyes that had been dry for a long time.

How funny.he thinks.

The traffic police brigade was almost annoyed by him.They played the surveillance video on the road over and over again, showed him the truck driver's confession transcript, and explained over and over again: On X, X, XXXX, at X o'clock in the afternoon, his parents' Citroen suddenly got into the back of two large trucks. In the middle, the camera also took pictures of his father talking on the phone in the driver's seat.Citroen didn't slow down, and hit the big truck in front directly. The big truck in front braked suddenly, but it was too late for the other big truck behind to brake again, and continued to speed forward under the heavy inertia.

They squeezed the Citroen into a snow cake, and a bloody flower exploded on the car window.

Everyone unanimously told him that this was an accident.Total surprise.Many families were destroyed overnight, it was just Huo Yang's bad luck.

Huo Yang did not believe that the accident was a complete accident.There must be someone playing tricks, either Ye Han, or some other Ye Yao moth, who came to harm him after harming Xiaopang.This is a car accident!How can there be so many unexpected traffic accidents?He even wanted to get rid of his father's colleagues and go to the DMV to check the Silver Angel—it was a mess, but it didn't help.

Fortunately, he wasn't completely crazy yet, so he ran to Ye Lang's small golden house to splash dog blood, spray red paint on the walls and so on.

He didn't want to see anyone, and he didn't want to talk to anyone.I locked myself in the house for four full days, and I was so thin that I almost lost my shape.

His parents were usually frugal, not to mention rich and powerful, and left him considerable property; there was nothing wrong with his relatives, except for a prodigal cousin who came to him and bitterly borrowed money from him.

The land in Beijing is so expensive that even the living can’t afford a house, and the dead can’t live in a spacious place. If you’re alive or dead, your name is locked in a small square in the city.He went bankrupt and spent his entire life seeking such a place to settle down.

Many years later, Huo Yang rode a hot air balloon and slowly passed over the magnificent and beautiful Grand Canyon. When the wind was raging, he bent down and looked down. He remembered how small and untraceable the cemetery where his parents slept was. Searching.

The boy with a stiff face listened to his grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters discussing together for a long time, and finally made a decision, deciding on a cemetery close to the city, choosing a reasonable price, and choosing an auspicious day for burial.

He put the ashes of his parents into the same box, and took out a black and white photo of the two when they were young, and put it in.

"You two go to show your affection in the ground," Huo Yang thought, "I can finally be out of sight and out of mind."

Outside the window is still a quiet night, thousands of lights.

He looked outside and thought, is this going to be a nightmare?

Will it be a nightmare?

After waking up from the dream, he promised that there would be no quarrel this time, and he would smile at them with blood in his heart.

Now his heart is just bleeding.

On the day of the funeral, there was a cold and heavy rain in Beijing, which mixed with the sandstorm from the city and made the cemetery muddy.

Huo Yang stood motionless holding an umbrella, watching the cemetery being dug up.

Tell him to go up to put the urn, and he will go up; tell him to shovel a shovel of soil, and he will shovel.The wind and rain wet his thin clothes and messed up his hair and eyelashes. He just stood still and watched with cold eyes.

He also heard the sound of dense, deliberately light footsteps coming from behind him, the crisp sound of the heels of leather shoes stepping on the stone road, stopping at a position about ten steps behind him.

The sounds of coughing, clothes rubbing, and extremely low voices were all indistinguishable from the sticky rain.

Huo Yang's straight back had already stood stiff, and the rainwater flowed down his neck and poured into his collar, freezing him to the core.Someone next to him looked back, but they all fell silent, turned to look at him, and waited for his reaction.

Huo Yang didn't respond.

He didn't know how long he stood like this before he turned his head.

Broken Qiongchaoyu, miserable wind and rain.

Ye Lang stood there holding a big umbrella, the veins on the back of his hand were clear.He was wearing a black suit with a white flower on his chest. Although there were several bodyguards who were also dressed in black, white flowers and black umbrellas behind him, they all looked dignified and respectful, and they did not make noise or make fun of him.

It's just that he looks too pale, not haggard and weak, but just like his pair of light-colored eyes, reflecting the ridiculous pavilions, buildings, flowers and plants around him, his whole person has a cold, almost transparent texture.He was even more distant and indifferent than when Huo Yang first met him.But Huo Yang never understood him.

"My condolences." He said softly.

Huo Yang glanced at him, then turned his head without saying anything.He didn't even think about fighting, so he calmly put away his umbrella, walked up to his grandfather, and asked in a low voice, "Shall we go?"

The old man waved his hand tremblingly, "Put on an umbrella, don't get cold."

He supported grandpa.Ye Lang's group of people stepped aside one after another, and Huo Yang didn't raise his head, but walked forward slowly until he helped his grandfather into the car.

Huo Yang wiped the rain off his face with his sleeve, "I'm going to buy a bottle of water, wait for me for a while."

There is a dilapidated and depraved fast food restaurant at the door, which is the only restaurant within a few miles. The boss is fierce and fearless, and he is not afraid of ghosts coming to his door in the middle of the night.Although dilapidated, it has been open for many years.

As soon as Huo Yang entered the store, the warm air blew on his face, causing him to shiver several times, before he could drive the chill soaked in his body out of his bones.

There was a crack in his frozen heart.

A young waitress leaned behind the counter and glanced at him, "Excuse me..."

Halfway through speaking, her squinted eyes widened slightly.

Huo Yang said hoarsely, "Excuse me... I'll just sit down."

In front of his completely blurred vision, he saw the waitress running over quickly, holding him in a well-trained manner, and pressing his precarious half of his body onto the chair next to him.Then he served him a cup of hot tea.

The hot tea is served in a disposable plastic cup, just like the waitress, simple and silent.The rising hot air rushed to Huo Yang's nose, his nasal cavity was sore, and it was rushed away, a scalding hot current rushed through the internal organs in an instant, making him shiver all over.

He vaguely saw tears hitting the table one drop after another. He gasped desperately until his throat hurt, and the hoarse ending sound became louder and louder, but he still couldn't relieve the pain that was cast in iron in his chest.

Weeping bitterly means that when people are in extreme pain, they can only choke intermittently.Huo Yang thought, he should be in extreme pain, but he howled like a dying beast.

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In the next chapter, return to the present world, sweet sweet

(not too sweet