backtracking

(two)

When Ning Linfeng was a teenager, he was completely different from now. He was a little idiot who was shining all day long.

At that time, many girls who liked him were thinking about it every day, whether I liked Ning Linfeng's good looks and excellence, or the happiness he brought me with his second-year sand sculpture.

They often scream one second because of Ning Linfeng's handsome three-point buzzer that overwhelmed the audience, and the next second because this person ran to the sidelines and picked up an ice-cola, shook it twice, unscrewed the lid and sprayed it. With a froth on his face, he silently shrank into the crowd to reduce his sense of existence, and his whole body was covered with screaming that it wasn't me or me.

They are often proud of the whole school's announcement of what awards Ning Linfeng has won in the city on behalf of the school on the school's broadcast, and the next second they hear the broadcast calling and criticizing this student by jumping out of windows and water pipes in the middle of the night with his roommates to go to the Internet cafe to make a phone call. game.

All in all, liking Ning Linfeng at that time was really exciting for the girls, because this person was always present in the most dazzling and beautiful moments, but in the most mentally retarded and most embarrassing stories, this boy was never absent.

Qin Zhou had never seen such a person.

Just like his name, this person is as unrestrained and unrestrained, he scribbles on the paper of life with a paintbrush wide open, and the paint is colorful and colorful, unorganized and sparkling.

Naive and stupid.

Pure and stupid.

Although he looks like a handsome young man, but sometimes people can't see his handsomeness because of his poor mouth and ignorance, but even if you can't see his handsomeness, you still want to look at him and watch his every move , jumping and laughing, seeing his exuberant vitality and youthful spirit, I couldn't help but want to laugh along with him.

It's completely different from something like Qinzhou, which is hot on the outside and cold on the inside.

Because it was so different, Qin Zhou couldn't help observing him, wondering what he did every day, wondering where he had the energy to do so many things, wondering why this person was so... so... why did he do this every day? How much can you do?

He watched Ning Linfeng obsessed with a brick-thick martial arts novel for a while. He read it in class and after class. When he came to class the next morning, his eyes were dark, as if Xi, du.

Qin Zhou thought to himself, should he sleep in class today?

As a result, impossible.It is impossible to sleep, so I can barely close my eyes and rest for a few minutes, and then continue to look with eyes full of blood like chicken blood.

Qin Zhou looked up and down, and was particularly suspicious that this person was stabbing his thigh with an invisible head hanging beam at the moment. As long as his eyes left the novel for a while, the awl would pierce his thigh.

Just watching Ning Linfeng stay up day and night for three days, and finally finished the novel in Chinese class, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, but when he saw the man, he took out a copy of it from nowhere. Thick.

Qin Zhou took a closer look, and the cover of the book he had just finished reading said "Legends of the Heroes of the Rivers and Lakes Part [-]".

He couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "How many are there?"

Ning Linfeng looked up at him, laughed a little, and said, "There are five volumes in total." He lowered his head, read with relish, and said, "Do you want to watch it? I finished the first volume, so I can lend it to you."

In his life, Qin Zhou didn't know what martial arts novels were, and he didn't know what it was like to read novels in class. He knew from an early age that only by working hard and constantly working hard can he get his father's approval and give them more living expenses. Only in this way can my mother live a better life and shed less tears.

His father was a rich man, but he was only an illegitimate child.

The illegitimate child has to work hard to live by himself, which is different from this young master who doesn't eat the sufferings of the world.

Thinking of this, he sneered in his heart, and stopped paying attention to Ning Linfeng.

It took Ning Linfeng half a month to finish reading these five biographies of heroes from the rivers and lakes. It was already past five o'clock in the morning after finishing the novel on the first day. In order to get a good night's sleep, he simply went directly to the cafeteria to buy breakfast and go to the classroom to sleep.

It was strange to see the lights on downstairs, but when he came up, he saw that Qin Zhou was reading a book.

He asked, "So early?"

Qin Zhou replied in a gentle voice: "I can't sleep anymore, I'm afraid I'll disturb my roommate, so I just come here to read." He is always like this in front of outsiders, always gentle and polite, no one can find fault with him.So when he came, he pulled the eyes of many girls away from Ning Linfeng.

But Ning Linfeng didn't know about it at all, even if he knew about it, he didn't care.

Ning Linfeng let out an oh, and asked again: "Have you eaten? Have some together?"

Qin Zhou replied, "Eat later."

Ning Linfeng finished his breakfast in three or five mouthfuls, put his head on the table, and fell asleep.

When he saw Ning Linfeng lying down, the gentleness on his face was withdrawn. At first it was a little cold, but after two seconds, he looked at the book again, his face expressionless.

In fact, he won't eat after a while.He has no money to eat.

His mother had spent most of his father's living expenses to get him transferred to this so-called aristocratic school, and the remaining small part was given to him.

But how is it enough, not enough at all.

This school is so expensive that even the toilets are inlaid with gold trim. How can their money be enough?He did the math, and with the money he earned as a tutor on Saturdays and Sundays, he could only eat two meals a day, one with vegetables and the other with a steamed bun.

He had already given up complaining a long time ago. If complaining was useful, his father would not be able to still live in this world.

Qin Zhou was like this when he was young, he hadn't polished himself into a face that would not change his face, at that time his poor self-esteem tortured him all day long, burning up his anger and suppressing it, back and forth more than a dozen times a day , So these angers slowly boiled into poisonous juice, and finally soaked into his heart little by little.

He read the book, and found that Ning Linfeng had slept for 10 minutes, then suddenly woke up in a daze, and asked, "What kind of stuffed buns do you like to eat?"

Qin Zhou's gentle wink appeared on his face, and he replied politely: "Celery."

After Ning Linfeng listened to it, he fell asleep like a robot with a power cut off, without even a oh.

Qin Zhou glanced at him, said nothing, and put his energy back on the book.

The next morning at the same time, Ning Linfeng came again.Holding two identical breakfasts in his hand, one to eat by himself, and the other to be put on Qin Zhou's desk, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your help in Zhang Yidao's class yesterday, please have breakfast, if any teacher asks me again today, You call me too."

Qin Zhou looked at him, and said gently, "We're all friends, you're welcome."

Ning Linfeng bit the bun and said vaguely, "You're welcome, you're welcome. The main thing is that I want you to help me today. I can't ask you to help me for nothing, right?" He said, "Eat, eat, it will be cold in a while."

After Ning Linfeng finished speaking, he didn't watch him eat, and he didn't care about him. He ate by himself in two or three bites, and fell asleep.

Qin Zhou looked at him for a while, then quietly picked up the bag of food and walked to the bathroom. When he reached the empty bathroom, he took the bag and smashed it to the ground, the egg shells shattered. The soy milk flowed all over the floor.

He took a deep breath, put away the cruel look on his face, and picked up the bag of messy things again, ready to throw it into the inconspicuous trash bin outside and cover it with things.

But when he glanced casually, he found that the cracked bun revealed the celery pit inside.

He froze for a moment, holding the steamed stuffed bun, stopped in the bathroom for a while like a trapped animal, and finally threw these things into the trash can with no expression on his face.

When he returned, Ning Linfeng seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, and was changing positions. He raised his eyes and saw him, muttering as if he had swallowed a piece of toffee, and asked, "Why did you go?"

He replied: "I'll go out for breakfast, otherwise there will be a smell in the classroom and disturb the students."

Ning Linfeng sighed vaguely after hearing this, and said, "No wonder my mother always said that I don't have a brain all day, and I'm here as a model student of the three good students." After he finished speaking, he wanted to prop himself up again like soft mud, " Then I still have this bag, and it smells like steamed buns, so I threw it away."

Qin Zhou pressed him lightly, stopped him, and said, "Go to sleep, I'll just go."

Ning Linfeng just smiled, just took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, thanked his eight generations of ancestors, and fell asleep on the table for a second.