Accidentally wrote the review into a love letter

This time we chose Jinhai ktv in HSBC Plaza.

The dim ktv box and the colorful lighting effects made the students in the second class a little excited.

Watching the squad leader turn into Maiba and order one song after another, Li Xing resignedly plugged the earphones into his ears again.

Haozi greeted Liao Yun with a bottle of rio: "Brother Liao, come and drink!"

Li Xing looked sideways indifferently, Haozi put down the wine bottle, shrank his neck and sat back.

On the other side, the two brothers from the sports committee embraced Liao Yun's shoulders and smiled at him: "Brother Liao, Brother Xing didn't cause you any trouble, right?"

Li Xing pushed the sports committee's hand away, smelled a strong smell of alcohol on his body, frowned and said: "Old Hu, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober now." The sports committee waved at Li Xing "boldly", and continued to put his hand on Liao Yun's shoulder.

"Brother Liao, you have to treat our brother Xing well. Don't look at our brother Xing who looks so fierce. In fact, he hasn't had a few fights since he entered high school. It's all rumors about him that make him so terrible. of."

"Really?" Liao Yun glanced at Li Xing with a smile in his eyes.

"Old Hu!" Li Xing couldn't help but shouted in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid, let him shout. Brother Xing is just a paper tiger, don't be afraid of him."

Li Xing's ears turned red with anger.

He can't argue with a drunk, in this case, maybe the more he beats him, the harder he gets, Li Xing has no choice but to stare at the sports committee and sulk alone.

However, the fellow was still staring at the Sports Committee with a gossipy face, as if waiting for him to continue talking.

"Let me tell you, brother Xing got into a fight with someone from the third year of high school when he first entered school." The sports committee dared to say anything when he was drunk, "He is actually a nice person with a soft temper. As long as you treat him well, He will do everything possible to treat you well."

"I used to be afraid of Brother Xing, but later I found out..."

Li Xing suddenly stood up from the sofa, and put the drink in his hand heavily on the table.

"Old Hu, come out with me to breathe." After saying this, Li Xing choked his throat and dragged the sports committee out, and left the box without looking back.

Liao Yun watched Li Xing go away and struggled for a while, but finally followed his inner desire, chose to sit down and stay in the room to see if he could listen to more gossip about Li Xing.

Sure enough, not long after, another classmate sat beside Liao Yun, hesitating to speak.

Liao Yun encouraged him with his eyes: "Student, do you have anything to say?"

The person who came was the study committee member of the second class. He took a deep breath and looked at the door worriedly.After discovering that there was indeed no sign of Li Xing, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Hello Brother Liao, you can just call me Lao Yu." The school committee reported himself, "Thanks to you, I was able to gain more than ten points in English this time."

"I want to tell you one thing. You must not let Brother Xing know that I told you about this, otherwise our class's life will be in danger."

Liao Yun blinked, as if he didn't expect that the consequences would be so serious.

The noisy ktv went silent for two seconds.

He looked around and found that the students in class two looked at each other, and finally nodded solemnly at him.

"Brother Liao is also a member of our class. Maybe Brother Liao can help with this matter, just tell him." The squad leader finally made a decision.

The school committee rubbed his pants, and started a topic cautiously: "Brother Liao, do you know that there is a student in our school who has to write a self-criticism of more than 30 words?"

Liao Yun nodded. Of course he knew that he was the ghostwriter of the 30-word review.

"Actually, it was unlucky. Datou took a group of people to the Internet cafe that day, and happened to find out Brother Xing and the others, and finally asked them to go back and write a self-criticism."

The premise of the story told by the school committee was unknown to Liao Yun, so he listened attentively with some curiosity.

Haozi took over the topic: "About a dozen people were arrested that day, and all of them were asked to go back and write a 3000-word self-criticism. Many people are used to writing a 2000-word letter and handing it in."

"Who knows why Datou suddenly went crazy. He insisted on counting each character. If one character is missing, he must write 150 more characters."

Speaking of this matter, Haozi just sighed: "I made up nine hundred."

Liao Yun remembered the day when Li Xing came home and told him that Liu Yuan had an extra 200 million-word self-criticism task.

But he also remembered that Li Xing mentioned that Liu Yuan's original word count was 10,000+ words.

Is it possible...

The premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, Haozi didn't see his expression, and said to himself: "Brother Xing happened to be playing games the night before yesterday, so he only wrote more than 500 characters and handed it in..."

Liao Yun quickly calculated in his heart, and said slowly: "So, the person who needs to write 36 characters is Li Xing?"

So his client is Li Xing? ?

So the one who paid him 5000 yuan a month was Li Xing? ? ?

Wait, did he hug Li Xing's thigh and call "Daddy" on the first day...

The colored lights above his head were still flickering and spinning dutifully, making Liao Yun's shocked and bewildered face bruised and purple as if he had been punched.

Haozi nodded, and finally saw Liao Yun's face this time: "Brother Liao, why do you have such a strange expression?"

"It's okay, you continue to talk." Liao Yun rubbed his brows with difficulty, trying to digest this fact.

Haozi said "Oh" and said embarrassedly: "Brother Xing always said that he found a ghostwriter, but he didn't tell us how much he wrote. We went online to help him find Taobao's customer service, and no one was willing to take this order at all. .”

"Brother Xing may not want us to help because of his face." The school committee sighed, "But with Brother Xing's own language skills...even if he writes forever, he still can't write 36 words."

Haozi's face was full of sadness, obviously he was worried about his friend.

Liao Yun muttered to himself: "But have you ever thought that your brother Xing might really find a ghostwriter..."

"Brother Liao, what did you say?" Haozi didn't hear clearly.

Liao Yun shook his head: "Nothing?"

He understood what they were looking for him for: "So you came to me because you wanted me to help Li Xing write a self-criticism, didn't you?"

Haozi nodded embarrassedly.

Liao Yun is a top student in Experimental Middle School, and his Chinese composition is definitely no problem. With his help, Li Xing's task will be much easier.

Without even thinking about it, Liao Yun simply said, "Okay, I promise you."

Anyway, it was he who wrote it, just tell them that the ghostwriter was him.

Unexpectedly, Haozi took a sip of his cocktail and said, "By the way, I asked you to help write the review. You must not tell Brother Xing, or Brother Xing will kill me."

Liao Yun thought so too, the kid is thin-skinned, since he would rather spend 5000 yuan a month to find a ghostwriter than ask his group of friends to help, he must not like them to mention this matter.

Li Xing must have been too embarrassed to tell him if he kept it from himself.

As soon as the thoughts in his mind changed, Liao Yun decided not to tell Li Xing for the time being, and he was the one who helped him write the self-criticism.

Xu Shi was intoxicated with cocktails, and Haozi's face flushed, and he said drunkenly: "Brother Liao, don't wish Brother Xing a happy birthday when you go back, he hates birthdays the most."

"I accidentally slipped my mouth during a meal last year. Brother Xing's face turned dark on the spot, and he didn't say much during the meal."

Before Liao Yun could think about whether to ask the reason, Luo Qian suddenly threw himself on Haozi's body, hiccupped and said, "Ever since the third year of junior high school, Brother Xing has been reluctant to celebrate his birthday."

Every year, a few of them dragged Li Xing to have a meal and sing a song within a few days before and after Li Xing's birthday, which can be regarded as a disguised birthday for him.

"Don't let your mouth slip."

Liao Yun complied and repeatedly promised the two alcoholics that he would never mention the word "birthday", so they let them go.

He sat on the wide sofa, staring at the crystal clear liquid in the glass in front of him in a daze.

It is the third year of junior high school when the grades decline, and it is also the third year of junior high school who does not want to celebrate their birthday.

He remembered that his father said that Li Xing's parents seemed to be divorced at that time too, right?

For a while, Liao Yun was full of distress for the boy who claimed that he couldn't do his homework without eating sugar.

What kind of blows and pains are needed day after day to make people form a conditioned reflex, so that people can think of the picture of the year when they touch the book?

Li Xing, who was in the third grade of junior high school, must have wanted to study hard.

He suddenly wanted to see Li Xing, even if he was thrown to the ground to make him angry, he also wanted to see the distraught look on his cold face.

——That is freshness that is different from sadness.

When Liao Yun found Li Xing, Li Xing was leaning on the lamppost and playing with his mobile phone.

Li Xing raised his eyes and greeted him: "Are you too noisy?"

I'm here for you.

Liao Yun swallowed the words, nodded with a smile.

He walked up to Li Xing and handed him the milk in his hand: "Here, I drank it. It's sweet milk."

"...Shut up." Li Xing said so, but took the milk with his hand unceremoniously.

He took a sip of the sweet milk, perhaps feeling the sweetness slowly dissipating in his mouth, and his entire brows and eyes stretched.

"Delicious?"

Li Xing nodded.

He looked at Liao Yun lazily and asked, "You know?"

"Huh?" Liao Yun was startled, then understood immediately, and chuckled, "You don't want to hear me say happy birthday?"

Li Xing put the finished cup on the window sill beside him, and sneered with his back to Liao Yun: "I don't care anymore."

From the moment he voluntarily gave up indulging in the past and tried hard to forget those quarrels and learn, he didn't care.

Liao Yun was silent for a moment, then stepped forward to rub Li Xing's hair.

Li Xing closed his eyes and let him touch his head. After a long while, he snorted like a cat being plucked: "My parents divorced on my birthday."

Just like in those romance novels, they fell in love when they were young, but after all, because they couldn't compromise with each other, their relationship became worse and worse. When Li Xingchu was in his third year, quarrels broke out more and more serious.

Since then it has been out of control.

"When I come home from school every day, they close the door and quarrel inside. They think that I can't hear me, but they forget that they bought this house when they first started, and the sound insulation effect is not good at all." Li Xing's tone was flat, and no emotion could be heard.

He was forced to listen for half a semester, and the two people's mutual accusations filled his entire homework writing process.

Later, he gradually discovered that even if the two of them were not at home, he would still hallucinate someone arguing in his ear while doing his homework.

Later, even if I picked up the textbook in class, I seemed to be able to hear it.

He can no longer concentrate on reading.

"I used to think that as long as I got good grades, they wouldn't get divorced, so I desperately went back with the certificate."

"As a result, I couldn't even do the most basic reading, writing and writing."

"Look, even God won't make me feel better."

The author has something to say: Don’t worry, sisters, this is the most abusive part of the whole text~