Senior Class Three

Shen Chuan took a sip of tea, and looked at the students in class 17, "Today, a new student has transferred to our class, everyone welcome."

applause.

A boy wearing a Nanmo school uniform walked onto the podium from the classroom entrance.His face was transparently white, his chin was pointed, and almost a third of his short hair was gray. His limbs were slender, and he staggered when he walked, as if he was drunk.

When not smiling, the demeanor is cold, like otherworldly; when smiling, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are piled up, and the crooked eyes are narrowed into slits, and you are several years old in an instant, and you are not like a young boy at all.

He glanced around the classroom, his eyes fell on the first row on the right, "Hi everyone, my name is Kujo Bella, I just came back from Japan yesterday."

The applause sounded again, and Shen Chuan was about to answer, but was interrupted by the fifth building in the audience, "Kujo さん (Sang), do you have any good Japanese manga recommendations?"

Jiu Tiao Zhong Tai smiled, "Student, I'm sorry, I rarely read manga."

Cha Nan interjected: "Can you teach me how to swear in Japanese?"

Zhang Yongqiang said: "I heard many boys call やめで (Ya Mie Die), what does it mean?"

Qian Youcai said: "Are Japanese Akita dogs very loyal?"

Qingmei said: "Is it easy to get my wife's autograph tomorrow?"

Chu Xinwu said: "What are the requirements for the concert under Mount Fuji?"

Zhang Xiangxiang said: "Recommend a few romance dramas between men and men."

Huang Yuan said, "How is your English? Does it sound like Japanese when you speak English?"

"..."

Everyone said something to each other, and he didn't know which one to answer first.His eyes were on Fu Yi on the right.When he entered the classroom, the first thing he saw was Fu Yi.

Fu Yi did not join everyone's inquiry, he sat quietly on the seat, with his chin resting on one hand, with an indifferent expression, staring at the rustling leaves outside the window.Other students who didn't ask questions at least gave him a few glances, or smiled, or looked at him.Only Fu Yi glanced at him, coldly averted his gaze, and never looked at him again.

Shen Chuan led Jiutiao Zhongtai to sit behind Qingmei. He returned to the podium, put his hands together, and said loudly, "Everyone, calm down, don't scare the new students. Now all 20 people in our class are here. The college entrance examination is about to take place in two months." , you enjoy the rest of your high school life. I'm done, you are free to move around."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Fu Yi pushed away his chair and went out. Jiu Tiao clock was too crowded and the students who surrounded him also ran out.

He was behind Fu Yi, calling his name, Fu Yi paused for a few seconds, ignored him, and continued walking.

The sky in April is as blue as washing, the sun falls through the thin clouds, the trees are tall and straight like a spring forest, the green leaves are fluttering, and the wind is rustling.Fu Yi wandered aimlessly, Jiu Tiao Zhongtai followed behind him for more than half an hour, he finally couldn't help turning around, "Don't follow me."

Jiu Tiao Zhong was stabbed by his emotionless words, bit his lip, and spoke after a long time: "I will not leave you."

"Won't you leave me?" Fu Yi smiled self-deprecatingly, blocked the shattered light from the cracks of the trees with his hands, narrowed his eyes slightly, and parted his lips, "Do you think I will still trust you?"

"sorry."

"Go back to Japan." After Fu Yi finished speaking, he moved down his hand blocking the sun, blocking his eyes, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. He closed his eyes, as if there was a cloud of black fog lingering in his mind, the darkest years a few years ago flock to the heart.

One day during the summer vacation, 12-year-old Fu Yi traveled by car with his parents.The family of three talked and laughed, and the scenery outside the car window was picturesque, with green mountains and green waters.The small road they were driving was built on a big mountain, and the road was winding and winding.Every turn is like a thrilling lottery. His heart is in his throat. He believes in his father's driving skills and continues to enjoy the thrill of the journey.

However, once a lottery was drawn, he became an orphan in the underworld, while his parents sitting in the driver's seat were sent to the underworld, and the family of three was separated from Yin and Yang.The search and rescue team rescued him with blood on his face and sent him to the nearest hospital.

The blood belonged to his mother. Before she died, she kept calling his name and stretched out her bloody hand to touch his cheek.

The doctor gave him a full-body examination, and there was nothing serious about him, but he was so stimulated that his brain couldn't respond for a while, and he lay on the bed in a daze, not crying, making noise, eating or drinking.

On the third day, he finally retrieved his lost memories, knowing that his parents had left forever, he completely broke down and cried.No other relatives came to see him in the hospital. Both of his parents were orphans when they were alive, and now he has passed it on to him, so he has become an orphan too.

I often hear people discussing in the hospital that he can't eat and drink for nothing all the time, and he will be sent to the orphanage in a few days.His parents told him before that there were cannibal ghosts in the orphanage who ate disobedient children.He is mischievous and not a good boy, if he is sent in, he will definitely be eaten.

So he tried his best to be a good boy.Wake up early in the morning and fold the quilt; ask the cleaning lady to borrow a broom to clean the ward; go to the hospital cafeteria to cook without meat; ask the guard to borrow a pen to practice calligraphy.

He was a good boy for a week in a row, but the children in the same room thought he made the quilt ugly; the auntie cleaning blamed him for breaking the broom; the auntie in the cafeteria said he ate too many vegetables;

The hospital kindly took him in for ten days, and his body basically recovered.Not knowing where to go, he took a shower, changed into a clean hospital gown, and boarded the top floor of the hospital cafeteria, ready to find his parents.

When his parents are there, no matter how ugly the quilt is; no matter whether sweeping the floor breaks the broom; Good boy.

No one said he was a good boy except his parents.He is devastated and realizes that he has lost more than just his parents.

"Is your name Fu Yiyi?" A voice sounded from behind, gentle and pleasant, "My name is Jiutiao Zhongtai."

He turned around, and there was a young boy in the same hospital gown, pale and shaggy.With the needle in his hand, he pushed the stainless steel drip stand slowly with the other hand, "I see you making quilts, sweeping the floor, and practicing handwriting every day. I can't do any of them, can you teach me?"

Fu Yi lowered his head, "I didn't do well."

"No, much better than me."

Jiu Tiao Zhong Tai smiled sincerely, a faint blush appeared on his pale face, as if a layer of rouge had been applied, and it was also like the red sun he saw from the window when his parents were alive.

Fu Yi taught Jiu Tiao Zhong Tai how to write, and noticed that the back of his hand was covered with large and small pinholes.I learned from the nurse that he lived in this hospital for several years, which delayed his studies. He learned the knowledge in school by himself. When he encountered problems that he didn't understand, he often consulted his parents or the doctors and nurses in the hospital.

Now the most he asks is to pay one.

Fu Yi in order to be a qualified teacher.No longer spend time making quilts and sweeping the floor, but more time reading and studying.The two eat together, Jiutiaozhong doesn't like meat so much, and often throws it to him.

At night, Jiu Tiaozhong was too painful to sleep, Fu Yi sat in front of his bed, told him martial arts stories, and equipped him with a few sets of kung fu, which made him laugh and cry.Jiutiao Zhongtai's parents saw that their son was much more cheerful, and they were grateful to Fu Yi, so they made two meals and took them to the hospital.Fu Yi tasted the familiar taste, and cried while eating, and kept saying, "It's delicious."

The two read and practice calligraphy together, and they were inseparable and talked about everything.

When the weather is cold, you can squeeze into the same bed; when it is hot, you can fan the same fan; when you are hungry, you can eat meals made by the same person.Listen to the sound of rain when it rains; listen to the sound of wind when it blows.

Going to the toilet for nine hours was too inconvenient for infusion, so Fu Yi accompanied him.The first few times I took his pants off, he still didn't respond.Later, when he said that he wanted to accompany him to the toilet, he was so frightened that he was drenched in cold sweat and hurried to the toilet. It took him more than ten minutes to finish urinating.

Fu Yi stared at his crooked pants, trying to straighten him up.Unexpectedly, he grabbed the stainless steel drip stand between the two of them. Due to improper control of strength, the infusion bag on the stand almost fell down.

Fu Yi withdrew his hand stiffly, "What's wrong with you?"

Is it inconvenient to go to the toilet alone, and pull up your pants?Such a big reaction.

Kujo Clockta said: "Kimi が 好 き で す"

"Japanese?" Fu Yi opened his eyes wide, "Do you speak Japanese?"

"My father is Japanese."

"You, isn't your surname Jiu?" The first time I heard his name, I thought his surname was Jiu, and his name was Tiao Zhongtai.In school, there are quite a few students whose names are four characters, which is no surprise.Moreover, he has met his father, who has a kind disposition, speaks fluent Chinese, and can't hear the accent at all.

"Kujo is my surname."

"What did you mean by that sentence?"

"I will not leave you."

……

Nine Clocks took his arm too.With the spring breeze blowing, he coughed violently, his cheeks were sickly red, "I won't go back."

"none of my business."

"How could it be okay? We swore when we were young that we would be each other's reliance, never leave, and stay together for the rest of our lives."

Fu turned his head, and smiled indifferently, as if the laughter didn't come from his mouth, with a deep chill, "You broke the oath."

"sorry."

"Let go." Fu Yi said firmly.

"..." Six years ago, Jiutiao Zhongtai's condition suddenly deteriorated, his parents sent him to Japan overnight for treatment, and Fu Yi was not informed in time.He left in a hurry without leaving any contact information.And he was trapped in the hospital bed for six years, his body was weak, and he couldn't come back without the help of his parents.Relying on potion to continue life every day, imagining the scene of meeting each other for countless nights, but I don't know it will be like this.

Letting go of the person in his hand, Fu Yi left resolutely, his heart was empty.

The spring breeze picked up again, he bent down and coughed violently, feeling dizzy, leaned towards the big tree next to him, reached out to catch a green leaf that fell from the sky, and looked at its veins, "Fu Yi, I don't have much time..."