Orientation sniping

The monthly exam comes quickly, and the results come out quickly.

This exam is equivalent to a warm-up for the final exam. The difficulty is moderate, but it basically covers all the test points.

Rao Jiang Jing couldn't cover everything no matter how much he cramped.As soon as the results came out, the head teacher was shocked.

Jiang Jing chased from the lowest level to the middle level, and his grades in every subject have improved significantly. He thought he would continue to advance in this exam, but he didn't expect this kid to rein in the precipice, turn around and run backwards.

The homeroom teacher had already seen that he was not in the right state during this time, and asked several times overtly and secretly, but Jiang Jing said he was fine.

Is it okay to drop from twenty to forty?

At a young age, there are many things hidden in my heart.

The homeroom teacher no longer believed in his evil, and directly called Jiang Zheng, telling him to take time to attend the parent-teacher meeting no matter what.

Jiang Zheng is still busy in other places. He was angry with Jiang Jing not long ago, and the two are still in a state of cold war.

He seldom took the initiative to ask about Jiang Jing's study situation, because he knew what his son's virtues were, and it didn't work to worry about him, so he simply let him go.Hearing from the teacher that Jiang Jing's grades fluctuated, he was a little surprised.

I didn't expect Jiang Jing to "get up" too.

In fact, since junior high school, Jiang Jing's grades have been at the bottom of the class. After many years, this is the first time Jiang Zheng heard that he has made progress in his studies.

The teacher in charge had a serious tone, talked about Jiang Jing's problems, and then accused him, a parent, of not caring about his children.

When Jiang Zheng heard this, he really felt a little guilty.He immediately decided to put aside the matter at hand and rushed back to check the situation.

At the same time, Jiang Jing just walked out of the school with his schoolbag on his back.

The cold wind made his face hurt, Jiang Jing buried half of his face in his collar, looked up to search both sides of the road, saw an approaching taxi, and was about to wave, when suddenly he saw a McLaren on the opposite side with the window down.

Lu Yan sat inside and waved at him.

The taxi stopped not far away, but Jiang Jing didn't pay attention, and ran to the opposite side, saying, "Why are you here?"

"Old Ji thought I was noisy, so let me pick you up." Lu Yan said.

Jiang Jing opened the car door and sat in, the heat was blowing in his face, he rubbed his frozen face, exhaled and said, "How is he doing today?"

Lu Yan started the car, shook his head and said, "That's it, I feel like I've been distracted for longer than before."

The road was crowded, the cars stopped and went, and the red taillights of the vehicles in front were connected together, reflected in Jiang Jing's pupils.

He lowered his head and buckled the strap of his schoolbag, and he said "oh" after a long time.

Lu Yan put it mildly, but Jiang Jing knew that Ji Shurong's condition was getting worse day by day.

Medication hardly worked for him, and the psychiatrist came often, but Ji Shurong was always silent, and there was no way to interfere with him psychologically.

That day Ji Shurong finished talking about the past and said to Jiang Jing, "I want to live. I didn't want to before. After meeting you, this idea is getting stronger every day."

It's a pity that he couldn't control many things at all. When the illness broke out, Ji Shurong was a completely different person.

He ate less and less food, and he had reached a state where he couldn't get a drop of water in the past few days. No matter how Jiang Jing tried to coax him, it didn't work.

Most of the trauma caused by the car accident has healed, and the plaster cast on his leg has been removed. The doctor said that he can help him walk slowly, but every step he takes, Ji Shurong feels like trekking thousands of miles in the desert. Almost exhausted.Things that are very simple for ordinary people are as difficult as heaven for him.

There were several times when Jiang Jing couldn't hold back his emotions and almost cried in front of him. At this time, Ji Shurong would look at his red eyes and whisper, "I'm sorry."

No one would blame him, but Ji Shurong always said sorry.

No one in the car spoke, the McLaren was too ostentatious, no car dared to get too close to it along the way, Lu Yan casually glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw a taxi obliquely behind, wondering if he recognized the McLaren Or for some other reason, they kept a not too far distance.

Lu Yan didn't take it seriously, turned on the stereo and said, "Is there any song you want to hear?"

Jiang Jing looked sleepy and said, "No."

"Then I'll just put one in."

Lu Yan probably wanted to ease his mood, and chose a cheerful rock music, which was completely different from Ji Shurong's favorite style, which made Jiang Jing even more headache.

Jiang Jing turned his head and looked out of the car, he was already very close to the hospital, and the shops along the way were lit up with neon lights, flickering in the dark sky.

Suddenly he found something, his heart moved, and he said: "Stop."

"Huh?" Lu Yan didn't know why, so he slowed down and stopped on the side of the road, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Jing unfastened his seat belt and said, "I'm going to buy a bunch of flowers, and I'll be back soon."

He quickly opened the car door and jumped down. Lu Yan looked in the direction he ran, and he saw a flower shop with exquisite decoration.

Jiang Jing was picking roses when he received a message from Lu Yan on his mobile phone.

Lu Yan: Buy me a bouquet of red roses.

In the end, Jiang Jing ran back with two bouquets of red roses, placed them carefully by his side, and asked, "Who do you want to give them to?"

The car continued to drive forward, Lu Yan smiled and said, "Old Qin."

As soon as he finished speaking, his mobile phone rang. Lu Yan picked it up and looked at it. The smile on the corner of his mouth deepened: "Look, this is called telepathy. As soon as I missed him, he came to me."

Jiang Jing was noncommittal, but he caught a glimpse of his face changing slightly from the corner of his eye.

"Okay, I got it, I'll be there right away." Lu Yan looked serious for only two seconds, and then asked casually, "Baby, do you miss me?"

Qin Ye hung up the phone decisively.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Jiang Jing looked at his frowning and asked, "What happened?"

"Something happened to the company. The employee who committed suicide by jumping off the building before was able to pull out a drug gang." Lu Yan rubbed his brows and said, "You go in, I won't go in."

"Okay." Jiang Jing didn't ask again, and got out of the car with a rose in his arms.

Lu Yan turned the car around and disappeared at the end of the road in a short while.

A taxi parked quietly on the side of the road. Someone stepped forward and knocked on the window, but the driver did not open the door.

The interior of the car was dimly illuminated by street lights, and the rearview mirror was stained with dust, vaguely reflecting Feng Yuan's cold and indifferent face.

He sat in the back seat, turned his head to look at the hospital door, and said in a low voice, "Brother, he went in."

With a cigarette in his hand, Feng Hua tapped the steering wheel again and again, his eyes also fell on the back of Jiang Jing who was fading away, and said coldly: "This time he is lucky."

Jiang Jing went upstairs with roses in his arms. He wanted to surprise Ji Shurong, so he deliberately slowed down his steps, even though Ji Shurong couldn't hear him.

The door of the ward was opened a crack, he took a look in, and there was only Ji Shurong in the room.

Ji Shurong was looking at the window with his head tilted. It was already dark outside, and his expressionless face was clearly reflected on the glass.

Just as Jiang Jing was about to open the door and go in, he stopped when he saw his movements.

Ji Shurong slowly raised his hand and raised the corner of his mouth with his fingers, probably trying to show a smile, but failed after several attempts.

He lowered his eyes, looking a little deflated.

Ji Shurong still wanted to keep trying, so he glanced to the side inadvertently, and saw Jiang Jing's figure.

Jiang Jing's eyes were a little wet, and he held the rose behind his back to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "For you."

Ji Shurong froze for a moment, and reached out to take it.

The roses are bright red, with water droplets on them, looking beautiful and attractive.

Ji Shurong didn't say a word, but held him in his arms for a long time.

After a long time, Jiang Jing held back his tears and said to him with a smile, "I'll find a vase. These flowers are delicate and must be taken care of."

He took a deep breath, turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes quietly, his eyes fell on the trash can beside the bed inadvertently.

There were only two balls of paper towels in the trash can, and a few pieces of broken glass stood out.

Jiang Jing was slightly startled, and raised his eyes to look at the table, but the glass that was originally placed on it was gone.

He pursed his lips tightly, without asking who broke it, and bent down to pick up the garbage bag.

The vases in the hospital were all glass bottles, Jiang Jing didn't dare to take them, so he went back and said to Ji Shurong, "Let's put these flowers on the table, and I'll buy new ones when they dry up."

Ji Shurong didn't say anything, lying on the bed with flowers in his arms.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Jiang Jing leaned over to help him tidy the pillow and quilt, and was about to get up when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something shimmering under the pillow.

He stretched out his hand and lifted a corner of the pillow, and his breath was instantly suffocated.

It was a piece of broken glass with sharp edges and corners, which could pierce flesh with a single stroke.

The car moved forward very fast, Feng Yuan leaned back being restrained by the seat belt, and said in silence: "Brother, you haven't told me where this car came from."

Feng Hua said: "I told you not to ask about me, just take care of yourself."

From time to time, the dim compartment was extremely brightly illuminated by passing car lights. Feng Yuan sat behind him, staring at the front in a daze.

There is an extremely hideous scar on the back of his brother's head, winding from his neck to behind his right ear, which can barely be covered by his slightly longer hair, but he can still see the clue if he looks closely.

At that time, his parents had just died, and the creditor came to collect the debt with a kitchen knife. He was dragged on the ground like a dog when he was young and thin. In despair, he could only cry at the top of his voice: "Brother, save me! Brother, save me!"

Feng Hua was only in his teens, and when he stood up, he was a head shorter than those people, so he lost in momentum.But he didn't know where the courage came from, he picked up a stick and smashed it randomly, grabbed Feng Yuan's leg in his hand, desperately trying to drag him back.

The creditor was furious, and gestured at Feng Hua with a kitchen knife, saying that he would cut off one of his arms.

Feng Hua clenched his fists tightly, trembling all over.He was bleeding from his face and neck, and the blood slid down mixed with the mud, looking horrific.

Feng Yuan was terrified when he heard this, almost broke his throat, and screamed, "Brother!"

His brother jumped up at that moment.

In the chaos, Feng Yuan escaped by chance, but saw the kitchen knife cut across his brother's head, and the dazzling blood gushed out instantly.

Those people probably didn't want to make a murder, so the knife didn't cut it off.

There was so much movement here that neighbors called the police.In the end those people were arrested and imprisoned, and an indelible scar was left on Feng Hua's head from then on.

That's because he left behind, Feng Yuan thought.

For many years later, his brother was injured countless times because of him.

In the eyes of those rich and powerful, they are even worse than ants.

Feng Yuan always thought that it would be great if they could be stronger, without having to look at people's faces, and without having to linger in that dilapidated room.They tried desperately to climb up, but fate never gave them a chance.

The headlights illuminated the dark alley, and the familiar door was reflected in the sight. Feng Yuan lowered his gaze and got out of the car slowly.

"What's the ink, get out of the car quickly." Feng Hua said with a frown.

Feng Yuan got out of the car and didn't move his hand holding the door: "Aren't you coming back tonight?"

"I'm not coming back." Feng Hua said, "I have something to do, I'm busy."

Feng Yuan moved his lips, wanting to ask what he was up to, but he knew that his brother would not answer, and finally said in a low voice: "It's been cold recently, brother, you should wear more clothes."