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The weather at the end of November was completely cold. The windows in the classroom were wide open, and the sound of the wind outside could be heard. From time to time, the rain outside the window could be rolled in, and the manuscript paper on the desk was wet.

Shen Qi stepped on the class bell to go in, and happened to meet the chemistry teacher in the corridor, who stared at his short hair for a few seconds, and then walked in.

Shen Qi remained expressionless, and followed him into the classroom with a cold face.

As expected, there was an uproar in the classroom.

The boys and girls were very excited, some slammed on the table, some exclaimed, and some even threw paper balls like him.

Shen Qi pinched his palm, suffering in his heart, far less indifferent than his face.

Even though his long hair had been cut off, he felt that he was top-heavy and precarious.

From time to time, he could hear other people's discussion, or ridicule or abuse, or sigh or disdain.

The boy at the back is called Lin Dong, he is considered a marginal figure in Zhou Jingtang's small group, he can't get in, but he is tight-lipped.He thought that after Zhou Jingtang found out that Shen Qi was a man, he couldn't get in touch directly. He was probably very angry, and there was no way to express his anger. If he helped him out, Zhou Jingtang might look at him when he came back.

Thinking of this, Lin Dong suddenly took out the lollipop in his mouth, weighed it, and threw it towards the classroom door in one go.

He pinpointed Shen Qi's position, and calculated that he would take another step to hit it, but unexpectedly the chemistry teacher stopped at this moment.

The lollipop hit the chemistry teacher on the head.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, the chemistry teacher was stunned, and took a few seconds to react. He touched his hair and found that the lollipop still left that sticky feeling.

"Lin Dong, you have something wrong!"

The young teacher almost yelled: "Fuck you, let's fight after class!"

Embarrassed and angry, Lin Dong couldn't help but want to laugh, he quickly said: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I hurt you by accident! At worst, you hit it back."

The girl sitting in front smiled brightly and said, "Teacher, do you understand this truth? Stay away from disgusting people, lest rotten eggs and rotten vegetables accidentally hurt you."

Shen Qi happened to walk over to her desk, and looked over blankly, with a girlish demeanor, even if she slanted her eyebrows and said something cruel, it made people feel that she was just wayward.

For her, it was nothing more than justice in her youth.

The chemistry teacher kept an eye on his nose, nose, nose, and heart, and ordered Lin Dong to come up and pick up the lollipop and throw it into the trash can, and then said to everyone: "Class has started."

The class started, and the chemistry teacher began to write on the blackboard with the lesson plan.

Shen Qi sat down for a long time before letting go of his palm, the nails embedded in the flesh, leaving red marks.He took a deep breath and stretched his hands under the table a few times before relieving the cramping feeling.

Shen Qi put his hand into the desk box, but he didn't touch his schoolbag. He touched it a little more, but he touched something cold and greasy.

"what--"

He screamed and stood up, his face turned pale several times in an instant, and when he stepped back, his feet hit the corner of the stool, and the pain suddenly became sharper.

Shen Qi felt that wet touch seemed to still be on his fingers.

"What's the matter?" The chemistry teacher turned around impatiently after the classroom order was interrupted, "Shen Qi? What's wrong with you?"

There was malicious and deliberately suppressed laughter from behind, Shen Qi knew it was Zhu Yao without turning around.

Qian Qinya, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly said, "Those who don't know the voice thought they were raped."

The chemistry teacher glared at her, without any deterrent effect, and then asked Shen Qi: "What did you say?"

"My schoolbag is missing." After Shen Qi settled down, he mustered up the courage to touch the desk box, and what he held in his hand was a fake snake.

The chemistry teacher took it and touched it, and suddenly smiled: "It's quite true."

He seemed to have remembered the business, and asked pretending to be serious: "Who did it? How could it be such a prank?"

Zhu Yao in the back suddenly got up, took it from the chemistry teacher, touched the head of the imitation snake pretending to be friendly, and said with a smile: "My memory, I put it in the wrong desk box, I'm sorry, student Shen. "

With a pale face, Shen Qi stood there in vain.

Zhu Yao smiled again, and said, "I think it's quite fun, we girls are not afraid, and classmate Shen, a big boy, doesn't know what to be afraid of."

Zhu Yao shook the imitation snake in front of him, and asked again: "What are you afraid of?"

There was a voice in Shen Xi's heart to defend, he was not timid, but just suddenly startled.He once thought he had already said it, until Zhu Yao sat back and the chemistry teacher returned to the podium, he realized that he hadn't said anything.

Shen Qi sat back on his seat, and was shocked to find that his schoolbag disappeared, as if it had never happened, and no one took it to heart.

Shen Qi really wanted to raise his hand, and tell the chemistry teacher about his missing schoolbag again. He hesitated several times and wanted to speak, but was abruptly blocked by the harmonious atmosphere of teachers and students in the classroom.

Finally, when get out of class was over, the students were having fun, throwing paper balls everywhere, and the classroom was in chaos.

A ball of paper rolled into a ball landed at Shen Xi's feet. He caught a glimpse of a few words and felt it was strange. He bent down to pick it up, and after opening it, he found that it was the title page of a Chinese textbook, with the word Shen Qi written on it impressively. .

Shen Qi raised his head suddenly, his eyes swept over the paper balls and paper airplanes flying around in the classroom, and he understood clearly.

When the class bell rang, it was the head teacher's class. Everyone was most afraid of the head teacher. If the head teacher saw the mess in the classroom, no one would be able to run away.

"Everyone deal with it in principle!"

I don't know who yelled, everyone understood, and stepped on the paper ball that was close to them. For a while, the aisle was clean, as if the whole classroom was clean.

If you lower your head and look carefully, you can see that everyone is stepping on paper balls under their feet, and they are crushing hard under their feet, only a little bit of white is exposed.

Lin Yuan despised these boring pastimes, neither participated nor stopped them. He called Zhou Jingtang countless times in the past two days, but the phones were all turned off.

He was afraid that Zhou Jingtang would be hit too hard by this incident, and at the moment his brother was hiding in a corner in Jincheng with a drink to relieve his worries.

He couldn't listen to any classes recently, and when he looked up, he saw the back of Shen Xi's head. The once black and straight hair had turned into short hair that didn't reach the ears, and the young man's back became even thinner and thinner.

He sighed, wondering what kind of evil fate this was.

Jincheng, two thousand kilometers away, has been raining non-stop since late autumn. The trees on both sides of the streets and alleys are all withered, rolled into mud in the autumn wind and rain.

Mu Mansion is located on Lin'an Street in the old city. It is a cultural city protected during the reform many years ago. It is a single-family courtyard in the style of the old imperial capital. It is very large and has the charm of an old mansion.In recent years, such a house has a price but no market, and the new nobles are out of luck. To be able to afford it, several generations have to take root.

The old man of the Mu family was admitted to the intensive care unit of Ren'ai Hospital, and the sideline people below were all stuck in the inpatient department.

Zhou Mu's family is scattered, and there is only one Zhou Jingtang of the two surnames in this generation, and there are too many people staring at the things on the table of the Mu family.

Mu Yalan simply arranged for people to block everyone, leaving Mr. Mu alone, and only Zhou Jingtang was left outside the intensive care unit.

The doctor issued three critical illness notices in a row, and entered the emergency room several times. Finally, there was no need for rescue, and the family members were asked to go in and have a good talk with the old man.

When Lin Yuan called, Zhou Jingtang was standing in the corridor outside the intensive care unit. He was answering the phone. Before he could speak, it happened that his grandfather was sent out of the emergency room for the fifth time. He was anxious to find a doctor When asked, Lin Yuan didn't hear a single word.

The doctor said that this will probably be the last rescue.

Mu Yalan couldn't hold back in the corridor and cried loudly, Zhou Jingtang hugged her into his arms, her eyes were also red.

That night, Mr. Mu left peacefully, holding Zhou Jingtang's hand when he left, and told him to take good care of his mother.

The next day, Mr. Mu's former lawyer appeared, called the notary office, and announced Mr. Mu's will.The content of the will is very simple. Zhou Jingtang will inherit all the property, real estate, and equity shares under his name, and Mu Yalan will keep it on his behalf.

In the end, encoffining, burial, and funeral were all mixed up, and it was already a week later when everything was over.

Zhou Jingtang was sad, and he was too busy to touch the ground. When he finally remembered Lin Yuan's phone call that he didn't have time to answer, he didn't even remember where he put the phone.

At the saddest moment, he thought, when he returned to Liucheng, he must give Shen Qi a good hug.He is very sad, he needs to be hugged by Shen Qi.

It's just that he doesn't know that there are too many changes in life, and he has already been pushed away by fate before he has time to think or do anything.