My deskmate always wants to heal me

"He Chu, come here." Director Liang sent people out, and waved to He Chu when he came back.

He Chu followed the grade director to the office, and the people in the corridor quickly gathered around. They stood up straight, but their eyes were all glancing into the office.

Director Liang turned around and closed the door of the office, and glared at these people by the way: "Stand up and reflect."

There were still people who wanted to move forward, but Zhao Qinghao gave them a sideways look, and then stood back obediently.

In the office, He Chu stood straight in front of Director Liang's desk and asked, "Director, do you have anything to do with me?"

Director Liang picked up the cup and took a sip. After taking a sip of the tea leaves, he realized that he forgot to put the filter in the cup. He couldn't help but spit out the tea leaves into the trash can beside him, thinking about how to speak.

He Chu waited for a long time, and Director Liang just drank water from a glass without opening his mouth.

"Director, I'm fine, you don't need to try to comfort me." He Chu said.

"Ah..." Director Liang didn't expect He Chu to open his mouth, put down his cup, and coughed lightly, "If you have any difficulties, just tell me, tell your class teacher, and the school will solve it for you."

"No difficulty." He Chu showed no expression.

Before looking for He Chu, Director Liang thought a lot about the words, trying to comfort He Chu and make him not be so sad, but after seeing He Chu, he couldn't say these words again.

In the end, Director Liang patted He Chu on the shoulder: "Okay, go back to the classroom, don't stand outside."

When He Chu left the office, Zhao Qinghao rushed over: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." He Chu shook his head, leaned back and stood where he was.

After standing for half a class, Old Wang asked everyone to go back. Zhao Qinghao saw that Old Wang's eyes turned on He Chu's face several times. Zhao Qinghao felt that Old Wang must also talk to He Chu, but in the end Old Wang did not call He Chu. Chu went out to talk, but called him out instead.

Zhao Qinghao looked wary, thinking that Lao Wang was going to take him under the knife.

Lao Wang first severely criticized his summer homework, and then said the real thing.

"How is He Chu feeling recently?"

"It's okay... right." Zhao Qinghao scratched his head and hesitated, "It looks good on the surface, but I really don't know how it is. After all, I'm not the roundworm in his stomach." Grandpa He Chu passed away Afterwards, the funeral was done in his hometown village. When Zhao Qinghao heard the news, he asked where He Chu's hometown was, and he and Wei Zhe went by car that day. The two stayed there with He Chu for two days. They came back, and during this period, He Chu behaved normally.

but……

It's just too normal.

Zhao Qinghao thought about himself, if something happened to someone in the family, he would definitely cry like a dog, but He Chu didn't shed a single tear in front of them, to be honest he was quite worried.

But this person is He Chu, who is different from ordinary people. It seems that this kind of reaction is reasonable.

The worried look on Old Wang's face was undisguised: "Now it's the third year of high school. It's the most critical year. It can't be affected in any way. He Chu's grades are very stable. If you work hard this year, you might be able to break through. 211, if you get hit because of this incident, you may not even pass the second exam, you have to watch He Chu carefully, if there is anything wrong with him, you have to tell the teacher immediately, understand?"

Zhao Qinghao knew that Old Wang cared about He Chu, so he nodded heavily: "Understood, Old Wang... Teacher."

Old Wang glared at him, and Zhao Qinghao jumped up.

The third year of high school has a lot of tasks, and the first day of school begins with serious classes. The summer vacation has just passed, and everyone has not yet calmed down. The class is not very active. Zhao Qinghao sits in the third row, and He Chu sits at the bottom because of his height. In the first row, Zhao Qinghao covered his face with a book and looked back at He Chu from time to time.

He Chu was leaning on the chair, turning the pen in his hand, staring at the blackboard. The English teacher wrote a few words on the blackboard, and then quietly glanced at He Chu at the back.

He Chu's study was okay, and he didn't make any mistakes in class, but he had never listened so carefully. He was still staring at the blackboard when others looked down at the book.

Zhao Qinghao also noticed He Chu's strangeness, and couldn't help but frowned. When did Lao He take it so seriously?

While observing He Chu secretly, Zhao Qinghao took out his mobile phone to send a message to Wei Zhe. Just as he took out the mobile phone, a gust of wind blew past his ears. Before Zhao Qinghao could react, he was photographed by a book flying across the sky On the back of the head.

"Fuck..." Zhao Qinghao growled, and the English teacher instantly turned and stared in his direction. Zhao Qinghao hurriedly lowered his body and lay down on the table.

"Stay well in class." The teacher frowned.

When the teacher turned around to continue writing, Zhao Qinghao turned around to see who was so ignorant, and happened to meet He Chu's squinting eyes.

Zhao Qinghao was shocked.

He Chu pointed to the mobile phone in his hand.

Just at this time, Zhao Qinghao's cell phone vibrated, Zhao Qinghao lowered his head, and saw He Chu sent him a WeChat message: I'm in your class, don't stare at me.

Damn, Zhao Qinghao gave He Chu the middle finger with the back of his hand behind his back.

From then on, Zhao Qinghao didn't dare to look back all morning.

At noon, day students go home for dinner. Tianshui Lane is not far from the school, and it takes only 5 minutes to ride a bicycle.

He Chu and Zhao Qinghao both lived in Tianshui Lane, and Wei Zhe lived next to the department store. The three of them walked to Tianshui Lane together, and then separated.

Zhao Qinghao also lives in Tianshui Lane, and grew up with He Chu. When the two returned to Tianshui Lane, Zhao Qinghao put one foot on the ground and asked He Chu, "You...won't you come to my house to eat?"

"No, I can cook."

"Oh..." Zhao Qinghao rubbed his nose and explained dryly, "I didn't say you can't cook, you have to do it, you don't have to do it when you go to my house, my mother said you like to cook it at noon Jajangmyeon."

"No need." He Chu raised his foot and kicked Zhao Qinghao's ass, "Get lost."

"Fuck..." Zhao Qinghao glared at him, "Can you kick my ass?"

He Chu didn't bother to pay attention to him. He lifted his foot and rode the bicycle a few meters away, and waved to Zhao Qinghao with his back turned.

Zhao Qinghao thought about it for a few minutes, but finally he didn't insist, and rode home by himself.

When He Chu turned the corner, he saw a person bending over to unpack cardboard boxes at the door of his house. It seemed that they were all cardboard boxes picked up from other places or in trash cans, and now they were unpacking them one by one and arranging them neatly.

"You're back." The old man straightened up and smiled at He Chu.

He Chu stopped his bicycle and looked at the old man, a little surprised.

Seeing his appearance, the old man hurriedly explained: "I went out in the morning to see that your door was unlocked, and I wanted to lock it for you, but I was afraid that you didn't bring the key. In the morning, a few people came to look outside your house. This is for you to watch the door, now you just come back, don’t forget to lock the door again.”

He Chu heard the words and looked in front of his house, the courtyard door was wide open, and it was indeed not locked.

He couldn't get used to his grandfather being at home every day when he went out. He forgot that he was the only one left at home from now on, and he needed to lock the door and bring a key when he went out.

He Chu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he thanked in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Grandpa."

"There's nothing to be thankful for, that's enough, let's go home." The old man smiled at him, and then carried the packed cardboard box back to the courtyard.

At noon, He Chu casually soaked some noodles and ate. He walked around the courtyard twice to digest his food, and then he heard voices coming from the courtyard next to him.

"Do you have 3000 yuan?"

"What do you want 3000 yuan for?" Chen Bo asked.

"I have something to do." It was still the lazy boy's voice.

"I don't have that much money with me now, so I went down to the bank and got it for you." It was the old man's voice.

"I don't want cash, you transfer it to WeChat."

"I don't know WeChat, let me withdraw cash for you."

"Okay, just cash." The young man compromised.

He Chu frowned, moved his arms and went back to the room.

Zhou Xun got up from the recliner and walked into the house. Zhou Shenming took all his money, but he must have given Chen Bo the money. There are policies and countermeasures, and he wants to detain him, huh.

His stepmother is a bit capable, if she wants to drive him out of the house, just tell her directly, and he won't hold back, so why bother with fortune-telling.

Said he was born poor?You can't be spoiled and raised, you have to suffer from poverty and hardship, otherwise you won't live long?

The Qing Dynasty is dead, and they are still looking for such a lame reason.

Fortune-telling will bring poverty in this life.

When he goes back, he has to beat up that fortune teller, and let him know what it means to speak misfortune from the mouth.

Of course, the premise is that he can go back alive.

Zhou Xun always feels uncomfortable for a few days every month, or it is because of a cold that causes this disease or that disease. It is normal to lie down for a month or two. When lying in bed, he can read books, play mobile phones and draw pictures To pass the time, I don't always sleep, unless my body is really overwhelmed, otherwise I only sleep during the fixed lunch break.

It was lunch break today, Zhou Xun lay down to sleep, but it was still difficult to fall asleep, and when he was tossing and turning, the song "His Uncle, His Second Uncle" rang again.

When Zhou Xun heard this voice, he was terribly irritable: "It's endless, isn't it?"

As he said that, Zhou Xun picked up the cup on the table and wanted to throw it over. Before he threw the cup, the ringing stopped suddenly, and it was turned off by someone. It didn't stop naturally. ..." on this sentence.

Zhou Xun leaned on the bed and waited for a long time with a cup, but he didn't realize what a high table and low bench were.

I thought there would be a second dial like in the morning, but Zhou Xun waited for a long time, but there was no sound from there.

"Fuck..." Zhou Xun couldn't help cursing, and now the sleepiness he had just cultivated was completely gone.

Zhou Xun held his breath in his throat and couldn't let it out. He took out his mobile phone and searched cursing: the high tables and low benches were all made of wood.

After getting the answer, Zhou Xun let out a long sigh of relief, which is considered comfortable.

Lying on the bed for the rest of the day, Zhou Xun's mind was full of uncles and wooden benches, it was like a divine comedy.

In the next two days, Zhou Xun was woken up by "his uncle, his second uncle" three times in the morning, dropped a glass, and was woken up by his uncle and his second uncle again at noon, and dropped another glass.

Uncle Chen didn't dare to say anything more, Zhou Xun had always been pampered, and when he came to this place suddenly, he must have resentment in his heart, so he let him vent it, and even bought two boxes of glasses for him to throw there.

Zhou Xun felt that he would not die at the age of three, at the age of six, and at the age of 12. Maybe he survived a catastrophe and could live for two more years, but now he is a little uncertain. He might die at the hands of the two uncles next door. inside.

Zhou Xun was anxious.

He hasn't had any intense emotional ups and downs for a long time. For a person who is indifferent to life and death, he has forgotten what it feels like to be angry.

Even when Zhou Shenming's wife found a fortune teller who told him that he was born poor and had to go out and suffer in order to live longer, and Zhou Shenming agreed, he was calm in his heart, thinking that everyone was stupid, but he was sober .

But after these few days, Zhou Xun became anxious, depressed, and irritable. Although he was about to die, he still had to eat, drink, and sleep during the remaining days of his life. After all, it was a comfortable day. Count the day.

What the hell kind of shit is living next door, so he cares about his uncle and his second uncle?

Zhou Xun sincerely wanted to kill him.