bereavement

When Xie Qin walked into the office, the head teacher called him, and Jiang Yanyu sat on the sofa with his back to him, without even turning his head.

Xie Qin sat on another single sofa, raised his legs, and said in a sleepy voice, "You guys talk, I'll catch up on sleep."

Jiang Yanyu lowered his head to look at the ground, but said to Xie Qin, "Put your legs down."

His tone was very light and calm, but Xie Qin could hear the meaning of an order from it.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Xie Qin's gaze was on Jiang Yanyu for less than a second, but he didn't follow suit, and even shook Erlang's legs.

"Um, it's okay, it's okay," the head teacher laughed and laughed, "You can sit however you feel comfortable."

He went on to say: "Today's conversation is to clarify Xie Qin's plans for graduation. Mr. Jiang, when you advised Xie Qin to come to school, did you decide to let him take the college entrance examination?"

"He is an adult," Jiang Yanyu said, "If you decide to let him do it, you will bear the consequences yourself."

The head teacher was a little embarrassed, and turned to look at Xie Qin again.

"Anything." Xie Qin said.

"...." The teacher in charge pursed his lips, "Why don't you ask me this way, Xie Qin, what are you more interested in?"

"Smoke, money, sleep."

"It's a good thing to like money!" The head teacher slapped his thigh, "Do you like making money or counting money? You can choose a major in management marketing and economics, and the scope is very wide."

"casual."

"Then tell me, what plans do you have for the future, and what do you want to do in the future?"

"Start a company, make money, buy a top-floor mansion," Xie Qin lazily said, "Adopt a few more children, and then..."

Xie Qin paused and looked directly at Jiang Yanyu.

"Then address your own pedophile needs."

There was a heavy rain when school was over, the sky was overcast, thunder was roaring, and the rainstorm was flying.

There was chaos at the school gate.

Drenched students cursed, yelled, and pushed, parents rode on electric donkeys and honked their horns, and blocked cars honked their horns.

The guard roared, the women shouted at their children, everyone was only concerned about themselves, and everyone was anxious in the chaos.

Peng Fei's face was very smelly, and his school uniform was completely wet.

A heavy locomotive flew over from the far street, its deafening hum was louder than thunder, followed by a police car with flashing red lights.

The car savagely tore a hole in the wind, and flew straight over, almost running over Peng Fei's face in a blink of an eye.

Xie Qin braked, and the tires screamed and made a mark on the ground.

Peng Fei was splashed with dirty water.

"Grass..."

Before he finished swearing, Xie Qin grabbed him and threw him into the back seat. His action was extremely rude, and he stepped on the accelerator before Peng Fei could sit still.

The locomotive flew out with a "shua".

The police car chased after him, and the horn on the roof blared warnings over and over again.

Peng Fei hurriedly grabbed Xie Qin's arm, he almost fell backwards just now, his heart was about to pop out of his throat.

He wanted to shout, wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be choked and he couldn't make a sound.

Fright and eagerness made his eyes red, but the wind was too strong and the rain was too heavy, his eyes were squeezed out of shape, and nothing could flow out.

Holding Xie Qin's arm tightly, all hope of life was pinned on him.

Xie Qin's whole body was wet, the rainwater flowed into his eyes, he didn't even blink, the car was speeding fast, his anger surged, he seemed to be dying.

The horn of the police car became farther and farther away, and was finally thrown away.

The car stopped at the back street of an Internet cafe.

Before Peng Fei could run back, Xie Qin grabbed him by the neck and dragged him out of the car, then kicked him on the knee.

Peng Fei's legs were originally soft, but when his foot fell, he bent his legs and knelt on the ground.

It was still raining, sewage was flowing on the pitted ground, and there was an abandoned drainage pipe next to the wall, which was full of garbage and plastic bags, and flies flew around.

Xie Qin leaned on the motorcycle, lit a cigarette, and looked down at him with a cold voice:

"Kowtow, say sorry."

Peng Fei's knees were numb with pain, his stomach rolled for a while, he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, although he was kneeling, his spine was straight, and he said forcefully: "Another solution."

"for example."

Xie Qin slowly lowered his head and lit a second cigarette.

"Hit, lose money, whatever."