the sky is sugar

Summer leaves quietly without knowing it, and then autumn is booming and passing by with the wind, and winter will follow and turn everything into white.

The trees on the campus turned yellow and red, and the leaves fell one after another. The weather was getting colder and colder, and the students began to wear warm clothes, but they had to wear school uniforms on the outside.

It has been more than four months since Jiang's father passed away, and the winter vacation will be over in one more month.

"It's bad! Someone got into a fight in the men's room!" Suddenly someone shouted in the corridor.

"He Yancheng from Class [-] and Zhao Qi from Class [-] are fighting!" It happened that when school was over in the afternoon, Jiang Lin was packing his schoolbag on his seat. Hearing this, he hurried to the toilet. teacher.

But when he got to the door, he found that the toilet door was locked from the inside, and he couldn't open it, even with his feet. Jiang Lin shouted anxiously from outside: "He Yancheng! Are you in? He Yancheng! Open the door!" Some worried that He Yancheng would suffer.

Just as he raised his foot to kick the door again, the door opened from the inside.

He Yancheng came out from inside with a blank expression, there was a bruised purple patch at the corner of his mouth and a bit of broken skin was oozing blood.

Seeing that he was injured, Jiang Lin gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and asked him with a black face: "Where's Zhao Qi's grandson!"

Seeing that his posture was wrong, He Yancheng hurriedly pulled him back, and said in a disdainful tone: "Is there even a need to ask? Of course that kind of trash was beaten by this young master and lay on the ground!"

Jiang Lin poked his head out and saw that Zhao Qi was indeed lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, staring at the two of them while panting heavily.

Thinking back to the past, the turtle son always used Father Jiang to threaten him to do this and that, to bully him and insult him, Jiang Lin also wanted to go up and kick his head, but He Yancheng refused to let him go.

Jiang Lin looked at him with some displeasure.

He Yancheng smiled, and it seemed that the corner of his mouth was pulled. He grinned and "hissed", leaned into Jiang Lin's ear and whispered: "I have already avenged you for what should be revenged. If you feel unresponsive today Then try to deal with him next time outside of school, but today it was purely because of personal grievances between me and him, it has nothing to do with you, understand?"

"I..." Jiang Lin's words were interrupted.

Someone shouted: "The teacher is here."

The homeroom teacher shouted aggressively at He Yancheng and Jiang Lin: "Who fought?! What's going on! Is it just you two? Who else?!"

The students who were onlookers pointed to Zhao Qi, who had just got up from the ground. The head teacher was so angry when he saw that he was beaten like that, he yelled: "The person who got into the fight follows me to the office! Call the parents!"

Jiang Lin wanted to say something else, but He Yancheng glanced at him, and then he and Zhao Qi followed the head teacher to the office.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the rest of the people packed up their things one after another, some went home, and Jiang Lin was almost the only one left after a while.

He went back to the classroom and helped He Yancheng pack the books, and quietly stood outside the teacher's office with two schoolbags, lying on the window and not daring to look inside.

It seems that the parents of the two of them have already come, because there are four people standing inside the teacher.

"Why did you fight?" the head teacher said calmly.

Immediately afterwards, He Yancheng's voice sounded, his tone still disdainful: "He was the one who scolded first."

"It's not you who I scolded!" Zhao Qi said unconvinced, "Teacher! It was He Yancheng from your class who did it first!"

"Who told you to be mean?" He Yancheng raised his chin and looked at Zhao Qi.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses and combing his hair back, knocked heavily on the table twice, and said angrily at He Yancheng: "How dare you swear in front of the teacher and your father?! He Yancheng! Just say you did it first of."

"So what, shouldn't such a bastard who insults a dead person be beaten?" He Yancheng looked at He Dong fearlessly, as if he wasn't suppressed by the calm aura at all.

It turned out that this was He Yancheng's father, and he really looked like a person of extraordinary status, but his temperament was really different from ordinary people.

"Look at what you're talking about. A brat beats my son up like this and is still so arrogant and speaks so badly." A gaudy red-haired woman standing next to Zhao Qi said very dissatisfied .

It seems that this should be Zhao Qi's mother, because Jiang Lin thinks their mother and son's mouths are very smelly.

"You'd better keep your mouth clean! It's not your turn to teach my son yet!" He Dong cast a gloomy glance at Zhao Qi's mother. He curled his lips and dared not speak any more.

Seeing the embarrassing atmosphere, the homeroom teacher quickly changed the subject and asked Zhao Qi, "What did you scold him for? As for letting him beat you?"

Zhao Qi lowered his head and squinted at He Yancheng, and said guiltyly: "I didn't scold him, I was going to the toilet, and I joked with the classmate next to me that Jiang Lin's father died well, so I don't need to set up a stall in the future." So lost...Xin, it's been hard work. I didn't know that the surname He came out of nowhere and kicked me on the ground!"

Jiang Lin was outside listening to his hands tightly clutching the strap of his schoolbag, wishing he could rush in and beat this bastard on the ground right now.

But he knew that if he did that now, it would add fuel to the fire, and it would be of no use except to relieve the anger for a while.

He felt useless.

At this time, I heard the class teacher inside say a little angrily: "You really said that too much. Besides, the dead are the most important. How can you make fun of your classmates' scars! Jiang Lin and his father have always had a hard time. Now His father passed away, and Jiang Lin will be so helpless in the future, how pitiful you are, you don't sympathize with your classmates, yet you can still say such things!"

He Dong frowned slightly after hearing this, while He Yancheng looked at Zhao Qi coldly, while Zhao Qi lowered his head and didn't know where he was looking, but his mother kept blocking him.

Jiang Lin outside the window felt sour after hearing what the head teacher said, but with a hint of warmth.

"But!" The homeroom teacher looked at He Yancheng again, "Even if what he said is wrong, you shouldn't hit someone, it's even worse, and you can see how he was beaten."

As soon as Zhao Qi's mother heard this, she quickly picked it up and said, "That's right! The teacher is right, no matter what, you can hit people casually! And my son is not talking about you, so it's none of your business." !"

"Jiang Lin's business is my business!" He Yancheng suddenly said loudly, "I hope you remember the pain of being beaten today, and don't provoke him again in the future! Otherwise, you will never stand here next time! Do you hear me? !!"

It was the first time for Jiang Lin to see He Yancheng being so fierce, and even being yelled at so far away made his heart tremble.

Zhao Qi shrank his head and did not speak, only to see his mother with one hand on her waist and the other finger pointing at He Yancheng, she looked like a shrew, and said loudly: "Okay! How dare you threaten my son in front of the teacher? Don’t think it’s easy to be good, if not, I’ll call the police and see if the police can comment.”

The head teacher opened his mouth, and was about to persuade him, but He Yancheng put his hands in his pockets and said sarcastically: "What are you pretending to do! Don't you just want money? Tell me! How much do you want!"

He Dong took a deep look at He Yancheng, and said, "It's normal for children to fight. If you call the police and make things worse, won't it affect your son? Since He Yancheng beat your son, then As a father, I will bear all the expenses you need to go to the hospital for him, and I will give you another 3 yuan, what do you think?"

Zhao Qi's mother probably only heard the words "all the expenses needed to go to the hospital" and "an additional 3 yuan for you".

Although she felt that it was a bargain in her heart and that the beating was not in vain, she still had to pretend to some extent on the surface. She cleared her throat and said proudly: "Since you are also sincerely reconciling, then let's do it! The teacher is here to do it." Witnesses, don't even think about going back on your word."

The homeroom teacher sighed and looked at Zhao Qi's mother speechlessly, and said politely to He Dong: "Since Mr. He said so and Zhao Qi's mother agreed, then this matter is decided like this, and it can be regarded as a reconciliation. , the two children shake hands and it’s over, and they will still be classmates in the future.”

He Yancheng glanced at Zhao Qi with disdain, and snorted coldly: "Teacher, let's just shake hands. My hand is still hurt. It hurts so badly that I can't even lift it up. Look." He also deliberately pretended that he really couldn't lift his hands.

He Dong glared at him, and He Yancheng twitched his eyebrows and pouted to stand obediently.

"If you don't hold it, don't hold it, just don't forget what you said, let's go." Zhao Qi's mother grabbed Zhao Qi and left.

When seeing Jiang Lin outside, Zhao Qi's mother looked at him strangely, wondering why someone was eavesdropping here, and then dragged Zhao Qi away.

Jiang Lin stared at Zhao Qi coldly, but he couldn't see his face, he could only see his side because his mother blocked it.

He didn't notice the venomous eyes Zhao Qi stared at his face when he passed by.

"Why are you still here?" He Yancheng came out after He Dong, and saw Jiang Lin standing at the door with two schoolbags.

"Uncle." Jiang Lin nodded politely to He Dong, picked up a schoolbag and handed it to He Yancheng: "Your schoolbag."

He Dong also gave a meaningful "hmm", and then asked, "Where do you live?"

Jiang Lin didn't quite understand, and was taken aback for a moment, "Ah?"

He Yancheng hurriedly leaned over and put an arm on his shoulder, and while trying not to hurt the wound, he grinned and said, "He lives with me."

"?" Jiang Lin turned to look at him suspiciously.

He Dong had already walked ahead and was about to go downstairs, and He Yancheng followed behind, pulling Jiang Lin who was at a loss.

"If you don't go tonight, don't doubt it, my dad will definitely beat me to death, so seeing that I'm already injured, saving my life is a no-brainer." He Yancheng joined in Said seriously in his ear.

Jiang Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard it, and punched him on the big arm, cursing: "Go away, who cares about your body promise! I'll consider being a cow or a horse."

"Thank you." Jiang Lin said.

He Yancheng jumped, put his arm around his neck and said: "Thank you fart, just dream about you! I still want my young master to be a cow to you! It's even cheap for you!"

"You're gay!" Jiang Lin laughed.

"Fuck! You're the one!" He Yancheng wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, for fear of tearing his wound.

Seeing him lightly touching the corner of his mouth with his fingers, Jiang Lin reminded him, "Slow down."

"I'm not!"

"Get out! You deserve to be hurt to death!"

The two went downstairs laughing and laughing, and He Dong was already in the car waiting for them.