I'm poor

Fang Yi peeked at the people in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and saw that Yan Qinsheng was sitting uneasily with his head bowed near the car door. He turned on the heater in the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove onto the main road.

Yan Qinsheng turned his head to look at the flowing street scene outside the window. The direction of the car was not where he lived at all, but after thinking about it, he didn't tell Fang Yi where he lived.

He hesitated for a long time whether to tell Fang Yi, but he didn't say a word until the car drove into the underground garage of the shopping mall.

Fang Yi still had an iceberg face, opened the rear door and pulled out the person who was nestled in the seat, and dragged him into the spacious and bright shopping mall without saying a word.

"Fang, Manager Fang, what did you bring me here for?"

"Pay for your clothes."

"No need, that coat is old anyway, just throw it away."

Fang Yi didn't speak any more, just grabbed Yan Qinsheng by the arm and dragged him to the clothing store he often went to.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the clothes in the store, took out a windbreaker and woolen cloth and threw them into his arms.

"Go and try."

Yan Qinsheng held the clothes without moving, Fang Yi asked the clerk to take another pair of trousers and threw them into his arms, then his eyes fell on the warm apricot-colored sweater on the model.

Yan Qinsheng was afraid that Fang Yi would throw another piece of clothing to himself if he didn't leave, so he quickly hid in the fitting room with the clothes in his hands.He took out the tag on his clothes and looked at it, took a breath, and took out the clothes intact.

As a result, as soon as he left the fitting room, Fang Yi threw the apricot sweater on his head.

Seeing that he refused to try on clothes at all, Fang Yi didn't say anything, and went straight to the counter to swipe his card to pay: "I want everything in my hand."

"Manager Fang, you really don't need to pay for the clothes, and you bought too much." Yan Qinsheng said cautiously, and the salesperson quickly took the clothes from his hand and sent them to the counter to put them in bags. Then the other party showed a brilliant smile. Smiley face: "Welcome next time."

Yan Qinsheng followed Fang Yi blankly with his clothes in his hands. He thought he could go home, but he couldn't wait to see Fang Yi enter the French restaurant without looking back. He hesitated for a moment and had to follow in.

The two of them didn't say anything the whole time, Yan Qinsheng was still dizzy after eating, and put the clothes in his hand on the back seat as soon as he got in the car.

Fang Yi took the safety lead and asked him without looking back: "Where do you live?"

Yan Qinsheng said the address, leaning his head against the car window in a daze.He couldn't figure out what Fang Yi was thinking, why did he bother to do these things when he hated himself so much.

The car drove into the relocation housing complex and stopped at the innermost unit building.

Yan Qinsheng opened the door and got out of the car, bowed politely to the driver's seat: "Thank you, Manager Fang." After speaking, he ran into the dark corridor.

Yan Qin ran upstairs panting angrily, took out the key from his bag and opened the door, the footsteps behind him were getting closer.

"You didn't take your clothes." Fang Yi stopped behind him, and didn't intend to leave.

The boss had already arrived at the door, so Yan Qinsheng had to invite him in for a cup of tea no matter how unhappy he was.He pushed open the door and touched the switch by the wall to turn on the light: "Manager Fang, it's rather cold in my room, don't mind."

As soon as the dim light was turned on, Fang Yi's eyes were hurt by the empty and ugly rough house without any cover.Yan Qinsheng rented a rough-built room, the walls inside had never been painted, and kept the most primitive cement color, which was rough and ugly.

In the living room, there is only a dining table covered with large colorful advertising paper. Through the open door of the bedroom, a low double bed and an old-fashioned wardrobe with a long mirror can be seen.

No matter how clean a house like this is, it would be shabby. He raised his leg and walked in, looked around, and asked suspiciously, "You... just live here?"

"Well, it's rented." Yan Qinsheng bent down and rummaged through the cupboard under the stove to find an unused glass, then turned on the faucet to wash it and pour water.

"Then the old man doesn't support you anymore?" Fang Yi thought it was ridiculous as soon as he said the words: "That's right, if he supported you, you wouldn't be looking for a job everywhere."

Yan Qinsheng's hand holding the kettle shook slightly, and a little water was spilled. He wiped off the two papers on the table and said, "Manager Fang, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Fang Yi threw the shopping bag in his hand to the corner, and did not touch the glass next to him. It had been washed very clean, but his subconscious made him feel dirty, thinking that Yan Qinsheng's things were not clean.

The main reason is that Yan Qin gave birth to him and was dirty.

"Are you mentally ill? People have fallen asleep and your reputation has been ruined. In the end, you didn't even deduct much money, but you left a 4000 yuan coat. What are you trying to do?" Fang Yi couldn't hide his tone. Angry, even he himself didn't know what he was angry about.

Yan Qinsheng was stunned by the table, opened his mouth but didn't speak, he didn't want to explain, the suffering that can be said is not considered suffering, it is affectation to others, it is a high-sounding excuse for making mistakes.

"Manager Fang, I don't want to quarrel with you. If you don't like me, just tell me. I won't go to work tomorrow."

"The entry contract has been signed, don't you dare to try it." Fang Yi glared at him with a frightening deterrent force, perhaps realizing that his words were too aggressive, he took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth and inhaled violently One bite, then slam the door and leave.

Yan Qinsheng lowered his eyelids, poured out the glass of water on the table that was still cold, the words that he wanted to say but couldn't say were stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

I'm not shameless, I'm just poor and afraid.

He walked to the wall and took out the clothes Fang Yi bought from the shopping bag, looked at the price on the sign one by one, and sighed uncontrollably.

The debts owed to Fang Yi have not been paid off before, but now they have accumulated so much, plus the money owed to Tang Xiande, when will they be repaid.

Yan Qinsheng took out a black leather-covered book from the drawer, and when he opened it, there were dense debts recorded in it.

The bills owed to Tang Xiande are short and easy to remember. In contrast, the bills behind Fang Yi's name are very trivial, ranging from a 4000 yuan mountain bike to a small box of cookies, he memorized every detail.

That night, Yan Qinsheng lay in bed tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep at eleven o'clock. He had a very long dream. In the dream, the big boy in the school uniform and white shirt came running from a distant spot of light, With a smile brighter than the sun on his face, he called out, "Qin Sheng!"

Perhaps it was because those days in high school were so unforgettable for him that time seemed to stop in Yan Qinsheng's dream, and that was the only time in the bitter days that he could recall with a hint of sweetness.

Yan Qinsheng's family was never rich. His parents were both employees of a sugar factory in a small city. They lived in a dilapidated old-fashioned tube building, but the location was good. It was in the city center, and it took only 10 minutes to walk to the city's largest shopping mall. .

Later, when the old city was being rebuilt, the surrounding old buildings were demolished, and a new high-end residential area was built. Yan Qinsheng's parents, like other residents in the old building, were looking forward to the stars and the moon all day long, waiting for the demolition and a bigger apartment. new house.

The location of the tube is good, but it is also troublesome. It is close to the playground of the military area. The demolition and construction will affect their normal training and rest. It is the most unsightly part of the corner of this high-end community.

On the second day of the first year of high school, Yan Qinsheng came out of the small courtyard of his Tongzilou with his schoolbag on his mother's old peach-colored bicycle, and Fang Yi's white Giant mountain bike passed by.

Fang Yi pulled the brakes to stop, and turned to look at Yan Qinsheng who was riding a lady's bicycle behind him: "You are in the third class, right? The one at the corner, I seem to have seen you in the class yesterday."

Yan Qinsheng smiled awkwardly, his eyes fell on Fang Yi's mountain bike, it was so handsome, it was not cheap at first sight.

"You live here?" Fang Yi continued to talk.

"Yeah." Yan Qinsheng doesn't like to stand with the rich man, he looks very shameless in comparison, he pedals hard to ride his bicycle in front, Fang Yi's bicycle easily catches up and drives side by side with him , No matter how you shake it, you can't shake it off.

"We live so close, we can go to and from school together in the future, drop by." Fang Yi is still happy that he has a classmate who goes the same way as him in the new semester. He doesn't like dullness, and he can't stand loneliness. It's boring to go home alone. .

Yan Qinsheng didn't want to go with him, but just politely smiled and ignored him, Fang Yi just took it as acquiescence: "You are really introverted, you don't talk."

Yan Qinsheng actually wanted to say, if you change to a car like mine, I won't have such a big psychological burden.

Fang Yi's mountain bike has a very high seat, and when he rides, he leans over, and his pedaling posture is very handsome and powerful. Yan Qinsheng subconsciously stepped on his own bicycle pedal, and as a result, the old antique "Gada" sounded One sound, followed by a whimper like a toothache.

Yan Qinsheng became more and more embarrassed as he rode, wishing he could disappear from everyone's sight. Fang Yi turned his head and glanced at his bicycle, and said seriously, "Student, your bicycle seems to be broken, and it's beeping."

"It's okay, I can still ride, maybe there is something wrong with the chain." Yan Qinsheng pretended to be calm, but his ears turned red.

Nonsense, of course I can hear it ringing!It also rang very rhythmically!

When school was over, Yan Qinsheng dawdled on his seat for a long time on purpose, and didn't go to the garage until all the classrooms were gone.

The Jiangyun High School that Yan Qinsheng attended is a key school in the city, and the students are well-educated, and there will be no such thing as blatantly bullying poor students in the novel.

But his youthful vanity still made him embarrassed to accept the caring questions from his classmates whether the car was broken in the tide of returning home from school.

He bent down to open the lock on the wheel, only to notice that the rear seat was completely rusted, probably because of the heavy rain a few days ago, but mountain bikes like Fang Yi don't have a rear seat, so there is no need to be afraid of rust.

However, the elders and young masters have a car to pick them up in rainy days, so there is probably no chance to let that precious mountain bike experience the rusty feeling.

As soon as I thought of this, that familiar voice appeared behind me.

"You're so slow, I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour." Fang Yi was carrying a black Nike messenger bag, with long legs straddling both sides of the mountain bike, waiting eagerly.

Yan Qinsheng wanted to cry but had no tears, it was over, this open-minded and open-minded son was determined to go home with him, why did he live so close to him like this.

Later, Fang Yi waited for Yan Qinsheng to go to school together at the bottom of the small broken building every day. Obviously, no one told him about it, so he felt that it would be convenient for students who lived very close to go to school together, and they could talk, why did they go the other way? .

As time went by, Yan Qinsheng got used to it, and he really became friends with him, following his mountain bike on a small broken bike, talking and laughing to and from school.

Fang Yi is really good at everything, his family is rich, he is tall and handsome, he can play guitar and basketball, his grades are good, his personality is cheerful, and more importantly, he does not discriminate against anyone. He is just a perfect person, without any flaws. It is undoubtedly comfortable to be friends with this kind of person.

When he was in the second year of high school, Yan Qinsheng could no longer keep up with his classmates by relying on diligence alone. The questions became more and more difficult. Every day, he could not finish reciting words and solving functions. Only then did he realize that learning also depends on talent. A person with a smart mind and a learning method will never be like him until it is twelve o'clock at night and he is still the last in class.

For example, Fang Yi is the kind of existence that can't miss the game every day, and can be in the top five of the class in the exam.

Yan Qinsheng's mother saw her son's academic performance not improving but getting worse and worse, and she was also extremely anxious.I used to be irritable, and then I followed a worthless man who only knows how to do small jobs for others. There are a lot of annoying things, and my son's grades are not good. It is inevitable that I will not be able to suppress my anger on my son. Yan Qinsheng recently He also suffered a lot of beatings for this.

After getting the monthly exam paper, Yan Qinsheng was also anxious when he saw the score of Hongtong, it was useless despite his hard work.

When school was over, Fang Yi took the initiative to walk to his seat: "Come to my house on Sundays from now on, and I will give you tutoring."

"Okay." Yan Qinsheng nodded gratefully, but he was a little scared in his heart. Tonight's beating would definitely be inevitable.

When he got home, Yan Qinsheng noticed that the atmosphere in the house was not right. His mother, Qin Wanmei, was cooking with a spatula with a cold face, knocking the iron pan loudly, while his father was sitting on the earth-colored sofa, smoking silently. , it was obvious that the two had a quarrel.

Yan Qinsheng carefully hid in the room, and the door was pushed open before his buttocks sat on the stool.

"How much is the monthly exam?"

"I didn't pass the exam." Yan Qinsheng took out the test paper from his schoolbag, Qin Wanmei grabbed the paper with greasy hands, and when he saw the score, his face became even uglier.

"Are you full of mud in your head? It's just a few points in the exam. If you don't pass the exam, you can go to the factory and do a small job for others!" Qin Wanmei poked Yan Qinsheng's temples with her rough fingers. Still holding the spatula in the other hand, he turned around and slammed the door behind him.

Seeing his mother's state, Yan Qinsheng was obviously about to start a fight. Every time his mother beat him, he would lock the door behind him to prevent anyone from coming to intercede.

Yan Qinsheng knelt down beside the desk knowingly, Qin Wanmei locked the door and came over with a spatula.

Yan Xu hunched his back and collapsed into the old sofa, his son's heart-piercing cries came from the closed door, accompanied by the woman's curses such as "good for nothing" and "a worthless" pointing at Sanghuai, He could only bury his face in his hands and sob.

If it weren't for her being useless, the wife wouldn't take her anger out on her son.

The next morning, Yan Qinsheng went downstairs by leaning on the wall.

From the past, when Qin Wanmei beat him, she liked to slap his buttocks and thighs desperately, because when his legs hurt, he couldn't avoid it, so he could only bear it.Most of the time, Qin Wanmei beat him with a belt, sometimes with the sole of her shoe. Last night's shovel gave Yan Qinsheng a terrible taste.

Fang Yi saw that his eyes were red and swollen, and he failed to get on the low, broken bicycle after lifting his legs twice.

"what happened?"

"Slapped up. If you don't get good grades, you will definitely be beaten." Yan Qinsheng replied casually.

"Your dad beat you?"

"My mother, I beat it with a cooking spatula." Yan Qinsheng pointed at the back of his thigh, and it hurt when he stepped on the pedal: "Every time I get hit, my leg will suffer."

Fang Yi kept turning his head to look at Yan Qinsheng while riding on a mountain bike. He had never been beaten, and his image of being beaten was only in the palm of his hand. Naturally, he didn't know why Yan Qinsheng limped when he walked.

When they went to the toilet together during class break, Fang Yi suddenly turned to Yan Qinsheng and said solemnly, "Hey, take off your pants and show me."

Yan Qinsheng was so frightened that his hands shook: "What do you want?"

"I just want to see how your mother beats you up." Fang Yi stretched out his hand to pull Yan Qinsheng's unbuttoned school uniform pants while speaking. Yan Qinsheng felt his legs get cold, and cried out "ah".

A dozen pairs of eyes in the men's room looked at him, Yan Qinsheng was extremely embarrassed in an instant, blushing and hastily pulled up his pants, and cursed in desperation: "There's something wrong with you!"

That was the first time he cursed, and it was indeed because Fang Yi went too far.

After Yan Qinsheng ran out of the bathroom in a fit of anger, Fang Yi was still in a daze. Originally, he just wanted to see how Yan Qinsheng would be beaten out of concern for his classmates. He didn't expect Yan Qinsheng's two gray thighs intertwined with blue and purple scars. Just lingering in the head.

Like a beautiful and evil seed, it has completely taken root in my heart.

Chen Yaohui, who was in the same class, put his hand on Fang Yi's shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Young Master Yi, how much enmity do you have with him? Pull his pants off."

Fang Yi didn't seem to recover from the shock, and he didn't speak for a while, before Chen Yaohui continued: "Yan Qinsheng's parents are ruthless enough, if they beat him like this, it's probably not his own."

He rubbed his chin, then changed the subject and smacked his lips frivolously: "Yan Qinsheng's face is quite fair, but his body is even whiter. Hey, Shao Yi, why do you think a boy is so white when he grows up?"

Fang Yi came back to his senses, and patted Chen Yaohui's hand on his shoulder away with disgust: "Have you washed your hands yet?"

"No, it still smells, Young Master Yi, do you want to smell it?" Chen Yaohui stretched out his hand, Fang Yi was about to punch, the two came out of the toilet after arguing for a while, turned around and forgot about Yan Qinsheng up.