Wear it in the past

He Dalong took a sharp puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, then smothered the last flame with his foot, entered the room, and took out a pair of white sneakers from under the bed. There were gray footprints on the white shoes, which seemed Very abrupt.

The footprints were stepped on by He Dalong last time, not only stepped on, but also beat his son severely, and he didn't put it away.

This matter started more than a month ago. The owner of He Yige's body secretly saved money for three months from the end of last year to buy such a pair of 99 yuan sneakers. The uppers are white and clean. Like the white clouds in the sky, the boy's gloomy heart was brightened and softened a little. He was wearing new shoes, even if he was hungry, he couldn't let the boy feel down. When he got home, he opened the door and saw He Dalong who was drunk by surprise. He Dalong, who was sitting on the bed with his back against the wall and drinking, turned pale instantly, his face turned pale instantly, his eyes were wide open, and he was drinking on the bed with his back against the wall. He had already squinted his eyes and stared at his son who came in. The smile couldn't go away.Compared with his mother's extremely portrait face, he was so angry that he picked up the stool beside the bed and smashed it!The boy didn't know how to dodge, he bowed his waist and remained motionless, maybe he was so desperate that he didn't dare to dodge, because resisting would only usher in more crazy beatings, the stool made a dull sound on the thin body, and the chair legs were directly on the stomach , hissed in pain, and then He Dalong jumped up and beat and kicked the young man mercilessly.

Time passed by, and the boy bit his lip without saying a word.

He Dalong became more and more angry, and finally, the boy's shoulders were straight and he fell directly on the wall, screaming sharply due to the severe pain, mixed with the bright red blood on his forehead, slipping down his pale cheeks, blood beads sticking to his hair, Strands of wisps lay on his face, his expression was dull, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, that smile seemed to be relaxed after being completely relieved.

In the end, the boy fell into darkness forever.

The person who wakes up again is Yige who passed through from ancient times...

Because he didn't care about his son, He Dalong didn't know from the beginning that his submissive son had changed his soul.

He Dalong took out his shoes, and patted the upper. Unexpectedly, the more he patted, the dirtier he was. Thinking of the incident of beating someone last time, he spit out irritably. He got up and was about to pat on He Yige's door, but the door was blocked from inside. Open.

He Yige was neatly dressed, with a blue and white school uniform on his body, looking very empty as always, the old and gray sneakers contrasted sharply with the white sneakers in He Dalong's hand.

"Xiaoyi...I'll return this shoe to you, it's useless to keep it here with Dad." He Dalong scratched his messy hair, his tone seemed very unnatural and unfamiliar.

How sad, it is obvious that the father and son with the same blood, the dialogue is so unfamiliar.

He Yige looked down at the broken sneakers on his feet, then at the ones in He Dalong's hands, took off the shoes without any hesitation, put on the shoes he took from He Dalong's hands, and tied the laces in a neat knot .

He got up and walked out, ready to pass He Dalong without saying anything.

He Dalong was a little surprised and stunned for a moment, then turned around, and hurriedly shouted: "When will you come back at night!"

He Yige was puzzled.

Is this what he looks like when he is sober?

In his memory, this father was always drunk, and he never gave this body a good face. It was normal to hit and scold, and this was the first time, but in his cognition Here, as the father of the owner of this body, He Dalong, no matter how bad-tempered he is, still has a certain status. After all, he looks quite human when he is awake...

"Want to have breakfast?" He Yige invited without answering his question directly.

He Dalong was not in a daze this time, he rubbed his hands together: "Eat"

Hearing his answer, He Yige walked towards the washroom of the public kitchen shoulder outside the corridor, washed his face and mouth, turned on the gas stove behind him, looked at the sky, estimated that the time was still early, and then began to wash rice, cook porridge, and distill steamed buns , cutting pickles, and his movements are smooth and flowing. Those who don't know it think they are doing something elegant and leisurely, but it doesn't look like they are cooking.

He Dalong didn't go out with him, but sat on the stool in the room waiting to eat, and was extremely sleepy while sitting, propping his chin and nodding his head, you must know that He Dalong hesitated for a long time because of the suggestion made by Brother Ma last time It's also quite tiring, after all, it's about his own life, how could He Dalong not pay attention to it, besides, that kind of thing is not a big deal at all compared to a broken limb or a missing internal organ, maybe he should enlighten his son well. The kid can also open up a way to make money for himself...

Son, your innocuous contribution can leave your father intact and pay off foreign debts. What is there a word for... Why not do it?Take it as early filial piety!Dad will never treat you badly in the future.

After He Dalong found a perfect excuse for himself in his heart, he felt more at ease, and fell asleep without any psychological burden or obstacle.

He Yige finished the meal, brought it to the table, sat down, and tapped the table with his fingers.

He Dalong slept very lightly, opened his eyes when he heard the noise, yawned leisurely, no longer cautious in the morning, smiled at He Yige who was opposite him in a good mood, and burst out when he saw the breakfast with only pickles on the table With unprecedented enthusiasm, he did not forget to urge He Yige to eat more while eating.

Like a loving father, He Yige didn't like to talk at first, and he seemed more quiet and silent when he expressed his enthusiasm for the alcohol-free He Dalong.

……

Yu Jie, the English teacher of two classes in the second grade of high school, angrily threw a stack of papers on the podium, and before the students recovered, he slapped the table and shouted angrily: "He Yige! Are you against me?! Huh?" Finally, he laughed out of anger.

This openly provocative attitude towards He Yige's blank paper with zero marks, of course, is what Yu Jie thinks.Yu Jie always thought that although He Yige didn't study well, he was a very obedient student on the whole, but she didn't expect such a thing as being disrespectful and handing in a blank paper after simply reprimanding him once. They were all done, which really impressed Yu Jie.

Everyone didn't understand what happened, and looked at Teacher Yu who was blushing with anger.

After Yu Jie finished speaking, she laughed again and said: "If your zero score can get you into any university in this city, you can continue to do so in the next semester!" Yu Jie's palm hit the table heavily Above: "Young and frivolous will only bring negative effects to students like you who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth! Every day, you know about sleeping, puppy love, skipping class and surfing the Internet, and causing trouble. You are the worst class of students I have encountered since I have been teaching for so long , You can no longer use any words to express your frivolous attitude towards the teacher!" The last sentence is obviously an expression of anger.

It seems that the anger is not light.

After Yu Jie finished speaking, she took a sip of tea from her teacup, glanced at He Yige, pulled out the top paper and threw it into the air, and after a thin piece of paper fell to the ground slowly, she said, "Stand on the corridor for me."

Seeing the font on the paper that looks like balls of thread in Aunt Fu's embroidery box, He Yige, who is still walking like the wind with two buckets of water, finally experienced the helplessness and hardship of modern students after a month in this world. Qian picked up the paper and put it on his desk, and walked out obediently.

Classmate Yi Ge, cough, from ancient times to the present, has always been a good boy who respects his teachers, although he can't explain to the other party why this body can't write such characters suddenly, so he can only try not to make the teacher angry Add anger.

Yu Jie still had a cold face, and watched He Yige's unhurried movements without saying a word, and stabilized his emotions when he completely disappeared from sight. Although he had already lost his temper once in the office, he entered the classroom In the end, she couldn't help but explode. Yu Jie suddenly felt exhausted physically and mentally. She handed over the papers to the deputy monitor and the study committee members, distributed them to everyone, and explained: "Students who scored zero in the test will stand in the corridor by themselves and leave at noon. The students who come down to pick up the duty day do the sanitation, and I will tell your class teacher for a week in a row."

Yu Jie turned a blind eye to those students who were crying when they heard this.

When the test papers were almost issued, a few boys came out one after another. They walked casually, and their school uniform jacket was loosely worn on their body, with their arms open, revealing their bright underwear. Yu Jie frowned and was furious Come, don't look at them.

He Yige's skinny figure was compared to the tall and burly people next to him, and the well-nourished classmates looked like chickens. From a visual point of view, he was vulnerable to a single blow.

A few of them were well-known in school, Zou Ming and his friends standing beside him winked, changed the order, and stood next to He Yige.Then he touched He Yige's white sneakers with his foot, and said with a smile: "Three steps on the new shoes! After speaking, the foot that was about to step on the second time suddenly fell to nothing. Zou Ming's attention stopped on He Yige's face. Never thought that He Yige would move his foot away, frowned and looked down, ready to step on it again, but found that He Yige moved it boldly again.

"Fuck, why hide? I just went abroad to play, and your mother dared to hide?"

A few good buddies next to him laughed "haha" when they heard the words, and they didn't care about Yu Jie who was in class.

Yu Jie's chest rose and fell violently in the class, she endured it all, and told the students to close the classroom door.

She had nothing to say to the hopeless student, and she didn't want to say any more.

Zou Ming and the others came out just to amuse He Yige. Yu Jie was right, he was young and vigorous. At this age, during the rebellious period of adolescence, they would not care about the teacher's feelings. If it was normal, they would not care at all. That old woman was talking and laughing unscrupulously in the corridor at this time.

Zou Ming turned around and looked at He Yige with arms folded and said, "Come here by yourself, let me step on it three times, otherwise you won't even think about leaving school today!" After finishing speaking, he was ready to see how He Yige came over trembling to let himself step on.

After waiting for a long time, I found that the other party maintained an upright posture from the beginning to the end, and looked forward. Except for the few moves before, I didn't see any timid expressions or shrinking movements from the other party at all.

An inexplicable aura slowly swayed around.

The few students who were watching the joke stopped laughing and looked at each other playfully. One of them put his arm on Zou Ming's shoulder and said to He Yige: "I said, you are asking for it. Is it hard? Brother Ming has always been inaccurate in beating people, and it’s not like you haven’t suffered before. What’s the matter, after the new year, what kind of ambition did your father give you? Haha”

"Ha ha--"

"Fuck, he's so poor, his dad would be great if he could give him a bastard, and he's so ambitious! You're so bad, it's immoral to laugh at poor households!"

The person on Zou Ming's body let out a chuckle, and said indifferently, "What kind of civilized people are you and I pretending to be? I've never seen you be soft-handed when you hit someone. Nonsense!"

There was another burst of laughter, and even the students in the next class who were standing outside laughed when they heard the noise, and they all looked here with great interest.

He Yige's eyes drifted to the students running on the playground, and the young physical education teacher rhythmically blew his whistle to run up beside him, and his eyes drifted along the track to the few balls under the basketball hoop...

"Fuck, are you dumb? Can you be patient?" Zou Ming raised his foot and kicked He Yige's calf hard, with a standard serving posture.

"Ouch!"

Zou Ming bent over and hugged his leg, baring his teeth in pain: "Damn, why does it hurt so much!" When squatting down, he didn't forget to lift He Yige's trouser leg.

He Yige didn't move, and let him watch.

Zou Ming and a few people beside him were dumbfounded when they saw the iron plate on He Yige's calf, and then they were silent for a moment, then burst into loud laughter, especially Zhao Yang, who was originally resting on Zou Ming's body because he suddenly bent over. Holding his stomach and laughing, his stomach hurts, and he scolded: "Fuck, this idiot has watched too many martial arts movies, right?"

"Fuck, lol"

Zou Ming rubbed his legs and couldn't help laughing, so he simply sat on the ground: "Your mother is next door, I'll wait for me to clean you up after school in the afternoon!"

He Yige didn't respond, his eyes were fixed on the ball being thrown and snatched back and forth.

Um?what did they say?

Are you going to fight tonight?

He Yige was a little eager to try, but he didn't know how the effect of the recent practice was.