Be good

When Lin Qianxi heard this rhetorical question, he could almost imagine what Zongcheng looked like.

It must be standing coolly without edge, eyelids half-raised and looking at the phone, 100% disbelief, maybe even disdain.

He took the phone to his mouth and replied: "Why, is there a problem, 'good fish'?"

The last two words are emphasized.

After a few seconds, Zongcheng's voice came back: "No."

A little unclear, like mixed with the wind on the street, maybe still smoking a cigarette, with a slight ambiguity.

Lin Qianxi originally wanted to ask Gu Yang why he was looking for him, but he didn't ask, and said "heh", thinking that you are smart, threw the phone aside, and found a book.

Use facts to prove your determination to study hard.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qianxi was lying on the bed with a physics book covering his face.

difficult……

He read it, but it was too slow, and he didn't know where the key points were. It took him a long time to read something, and he still couldn't understand everything.

Lin Qianxi removed the book on his face, stared at the ceiling and counted the time, the final exam was not far away.

Thinking of what Lao Zhou said again, you must never go to that class that doesn't care about you, and you must never follow the old path.

"Damn it, it can't be like this." He said to himself, "I have to find a way."

That night, Lin Qianxi forced himself to read for two hours.

Later, he didn't sleep well, as if in his dream, someone called him in that rhetorical tone: "Good boy? Huh? Just you???"

At some point, he was awakened by the noise, accompanied by the sound of throwing pots and stools.

Lin Qianxi opened his eyes, and heard the neighbor next door yelling at the children with the same old saying: "I never do my homework, and I know how to play every day! Can you still learn something! My old lady today Killing you is over!"

Looking at the light outside the window, it seems that it is almost noon, and this sleep has been long enough.

"Damn..." He scratched his hair, got a headache from the noise, got up and opened the door to go out.

The sound insulation of the old house was not good, the movement of the neighbor's house seemed to knock down the whole building, and even the door of his house was shaking.

Lin Qianxi strode to the porch, opened the door and yelled, "It's on fire!!!"

The entire corridor fell silent, and somewhere someone was asking, "Where, where is the fire?"

He slammed the door and cursed: "Fuck, it finally stopped."

Turning around, I smelled a puff of smoke.

Only then did Lin Qianxi realize that there was someone in the house, and his mother was sitting on the old sofa next to the balcony in the living room, smoking.

Lin Huili was wearing that loose long coat again, as if she hadn't changed her clothes after returning from get off work, and the whole body was surrounded by smoke.

Lin Qianxi hadn't seen her for several days, and after looking at her several times, he said, "So you're at home."

"Hmm." Lin Huili didn't leave her mouth and didn't even look at him.

Lin Qianxi went into the bathroom to wash up, came out after a while, took a glass of water in a mouthwash cup, and put it on the table near the sofa as if casually.

I seem to have heard someone say that it would be better to put a glass of water next to you when you smoke.His mother is smoking a bit fiercely today.

"Are you eating?" Lin Qianxi asked, with his feet already facing the kitchen. After asking, he remembered something, and smiled: "Or do you want to go out to eat with that one today?"

Lin Huili smoked a cigarette and said in a cold voice, "I won't have to eat with him anymore."

Lin Qianxi's smile disappeared: "What's the matter, we got separated again?"

Maybe it was the word "again" that hit Lin Huili's sore spot, she suddenly glanced at him, her eyes were flushed with bloodshot eyes: "Yes, we split up again!"

Lin Qianxi looked at her, and his expression changed: "Did he do anything to you?"

"He didn't do anything to me." Lin Huili lowered her eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "What can he do to me? I have a son like you, and he was scared away, so how dare he do anything."

Lin Qianxi understood what she heard, and her face darkened: "Is it because of me?"

"What do you think?" Lin Huili took another deep breath of the cigarette and let it out: "I'll just ask about your reputation and let it go."

His reputation?Lin Qianxi grinned: "Really, it seems that I won't be able to see him until I go home at night. Do I have to cut off relations with you?"

Lin Huili raised her head and stared at him, her eyes seemed to be more congested and redder, she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Lin Qianxi stared at her like this, as if she was clearly disgusted, and her heart turned cold: "Fuck, maybe he really mentioned it?"

Lin Huili still didn't speak, her fingers trembling slightly with the cigarette in her hand, she was angry with him.

"Okay, don't be angry." Lin Qianxi pointed to the tip of his nose: "Blame me, blame me, okay? I'm the one who got you in trouble, and made you unable to get married even if you wanted to."

"Lin Qianxi!" Lin Huili stood up from the sofa.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and left.

He opened the door and slammed it shut again. With a "bang", he walked towards the stairs.

The neighbor next door started scolding the child again at some point: "You're still playing! You're acting like a ghost now, and you'll be messing around like that ruffian in the future!"

Lin Qianxi stopped walking and turned his head coldly.

Ruffian, which ruffian?

He stared at the neighbor's door, listening to the noise inside, suddenly went up and kicked the door.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open, and hit the wall with a "bang", the hostess of the neighbor's house was startled and let out a piercing scream.

Lin Qianxi had already gone downstairs with his hands in his pockets.

Wandering aimlessly for half a street, the sun was shining on his head, and the dust was blowing on the road. Lin Qianxi woke up and realized that he just ran out after washing up.

Look at the body, a loose white t-shirt covering the crotch on the upper body, a pair of knee-length shorts on the legs, the whole person looks like he just got up from the bed, without any image.

He looked at the window on the street and copied his hair with his fingers twice, at least to save his face, and suddenly smiled at himself at the window: What kind of image do you want? I think you are dragging her down...

When this idea came up, Lin Qianxi's throat suddenly seemed to be blocked.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and squinted his eyes against the gray-blue sky. After a long time, his throat finally cleared up, and he cursed in a hoarse voice: "Fuck, don't be so hypocritical Lin Qianxi, this is what you owe Old debt."

Then, with his head down, he walked out along the road.

After walking for about half an hour, Lin Qianxi arrived at his old place.

Yang Rui was sitting on a rattan chair looking at his small shop selling groceries. Seeing him walk in like this, he immediately said: "My place is not a hotel, you are not allowed to sleep."

"Let me play?" Lin Qianxi said, "The one on credit."

"Don't be kicked out of the house, I knew there would be such a day." Yang Rui pointed to the next door: "It's up to you, and you can do your homework again."

What a fart to write, I don’t have anything with me, and I can’t write even if I want to.

Lin Qianxi went to the next door.

Yang Rui continued to look at the store, and after a while, he heard the sound of billiard balls hitting the table from the next door.

Just a little movement, nothing else.

More than 20 minutes have passed, and it is still the same.

Yang Rui wanted to stretch out his head to see what was going on with him, but he happened to see someone walking towards him on the street outside the door, so he stopped looking at Lin Qianxi and greeted the door: "You're here to buy something today, too?"

Zongcheng walked in, typing with his mobile phone in one hand, put his head in his trouser pocket, and said, "Well, buy a pack of cigarettes."

"Get it yourself." Yang Rui pointed him to the place to put the cigarettes, and casually said: "You live nearby, I often see you pass by. My things are cheap here, so come to my place when you buy things in the future."

Zongcheng didn't say anything, went there to get a pack of cigarettes and came over to pay.

There was a sudden sound from the next door, a "click", crisp and clear.

Zongcheng had already reached the door, and by accident, he looked towards the next door and saw a figure flashing by the pool table.

He only saw a general idea, wearing such baggy clothes, it shouldn't be Lin Qianxi.

It's impossible for him to make up his homework here today.

Turning to leave, a voice came from the next door.

"Wait!" Lin Qianxi said, "Come back, I've seen you!"

Zongcheng stopped and realized that he had made a mistake in his judgment. He put the cigarettes in his pocket, turned around and walked over there.

Lin Qianxi stood by the pool table with a stick in his hand, watched him come to him, drew a stick and threw it over: "Kill a game."

Zongcheng picked it up, and looked at his clothes from head to toe: "Morning exercise?"

Morning exercise after getting up, morning exercise until noon?

Lin Qianxi knew that he did it on purpose. This man opened his mouth in front of him with poison, and he was so fucking calm. While waving the ball in his hand, he said, "Yes, this is the routine of a good boy."

Zongcheng remembered what he said on WeChat yesterday, and turned his head and put the pole aside.

Lin Qianxi stopped to look at him: "Don't dare to kill me?"

Zongcheng said: "I am used to picking the pole by myself."

He walked to the end of the table, chose a new one there, weighed it in his hand, and walked back to Lin Qianxi: "Come."

Lin Qianxi squinted at him, curled his lips, his fighting spirit was aroused by his word: "Come, come."

Yang Rui originally wanted to squat on the wicker chair for a while, but there was a "click" for a while, and another "click" for a while, and the sound of the billiard balls colliding became more intense.

He stretched his head to look at the next door, saw the two people standing together, and muttered: "It's no wonder I had to come with Qin Yidong, we changed partners."

Zongcheng leaned down, aimed at the rod, and stared firmly at the ball in front of him.

There was a sound of "snap", the sound of entering the hole one after another, and the ball of one's own team was almost empty.

Lin Qianxi glanced at the table, found an angle opposite him, and raised his hands.

There was another "snap".

The ball hit the ball and rolled into the hole, a series of intermittent and coherent sounds.

He has even fewer balls left on the table.

He stood up straight, held the pole, raised his eyebrows at Zongcheng, and said with a gruff smile, "I'll make you cry."

"Really?" Zong Cheng stared at him, switched the pole in his hand, took two steps, and re-selected the angle: "Try it."

In the end, more than one game was killed, and both sides had their own victories.

Indeed, Lin Qianxi won a lot.

But it also failed to make Zongcheng cry.

Lin Qianxi leaned on the pool table, seeing Zongcheng lower the lever again, and turned his eyes to see his expression.

He looked even cooler when he was focused, cool and cold, and even looked a little unreasonable.

Lin Qianxi stared at the broken eyebrow on his right, and suddenly asked, "I've wanted to know for a long time, are these eyebrows natural to you, or did you just follow the fashion?"

Zongcheng's hand that delivered the pole paused, and glanced at him: "I left a scar from fighting when I was young, and that's it when the scar heals."

"Fuck, that's fine too." Lin Qianxi smiled provocatively: "Good fish?"

I used to fight when I was a kid, what a shit.

Zong Cheng hit a shot, straightened up and glanced at him again.

Chang Lin Qianxi leaned over and pressed down the pole.

Zongcheng stood on the side and wiped the head of the club with powder, looking at him.

Lin Qianxi Bai faced him sideways, with a soft and sharp jaw line.

Zongcheng suddenly noticed the earlobes exposed under his jet-black hair, and there were a few small black spots on them, which were left by earrings at first glance, thinking that this really fits the "good boy" temperament.

Yang Rui said from the next door: "Is it still open? I don't care about you, the key is here, I have something to go first."

Lin Qianxi stood up straight, covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked through the past few rounds.

Zong Cheng was a little better than him, and there were traces of sweat on his back.

Yang Rui left and was quiet for a moment, then Lin Qianxi's stomach suddenly growled.

Zongcheng looked at him.

He pretended to be unembarrassed and said, "Look at Mao, what happens to normal people, okay?"

Zongcheng said: "Normal people will eat when they are hungry."

Lin Qianxi put the stick on the table: "Forget it, stop fighting, go find something to eat."

He walked to the next door and came back soon, with two bags of bread and two bottles of water in his hand, and put them on the pool table: "It's my account, eat whatever you want."

Zongcheng wasn't hungry at all. Looking at him, he could tell that something was wrong with him today: "Why don't you go home and eat?"

Lin Qianxi laughed: "It's comfortable here."

As he spoke, he bit his bread and walked in, walked around a few messy tables, found an old vest from some corner, and held it in his hand.

Zongcheng asked: "What are you doing?"

Lin Qianxi raised his head and took the bread out of his mouth: "I'm completely soaked when I change clothes. I'll borrow Yang Rui's clothes for a while, so I have to wash my clothes, or it will smell bad. Do you want to change? Find something for you."

Zong Cheng sat down by the pool table, glanced at the vest: "No need."

"Whatever you want." Lin Qianxi pushed a small door there with a vest, and it took a long time to open a small crack, complaining in a low voice: "Fuck, when will Yang Rui fix this broken place."

He stopped pushing, ate the bread in a few bites, put the vest on the table next to him, and stood by the small door to take off his clothes, ready to change just like that.

Zongcheng raised his eyes and saw that he lifted his white shirt, revealing a large white waist.

The boy's waist was tight and thin.

Lin Qianxi, who folded his arms and lifted his clothes, seemed to have realized suddenly, and stopped to look over.

Looking at each other, Lin Qianxi felt something was wrong.

How can the boy be shirtless casually? This is his old ruffian style, and the ruffian will only attract people's dislike.

So he pulled his hand down again.

Someone stepped into the door: "Cheng'er! Can I go?"

Ji Cai saw Zongcheng sitting on the billiard table from the outside, and when she entered the door, she saw Lin Qianxi pulling down her clothes, and she passed by.

She was stunned and silent for a moment, and after a few seconds, exaggeratedly whispered: "Wow~"