Good brother, your design is broken

It has been sunny for a week, and the spring rain has fallen again. The students are finally looking forward to the first small long holiday of this semester——Ching Ming Festival.

The day before the holiday, Wang Mei performed the exercises on the spot in the middle of the classroom, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, taking the essence of the whole class, and bless the teachers to show kindness and not assign too much homework.

Before class started in the afternoon, Lao Liu came to the classroom and announced the holiday: "Tomb-sweeping Day is a three-day holiday, and we will arrive at school on time on Tuesday. Since many people have outings and grave-sweeping activities, the teachers held a collective meeting and decided that no homework will be assigned for these three days. Don’t rush to be happy, I want to give everyone a vaccination, after Qingming comes, there will be mid-term exams, I hope you still take your books back, take time to read them, do some exercises, and don’t fight unprepared battles.”

When Old Liu mentioned "grave sweeping", Chi Yang took a look at Ling Lang.Ling Lang was still immersed in the problem at hand, and his expression didn't look unusual.

As soon as Lao Liu left, Wang Mei began to growl.

Lin Meng: "I didn't expect you to know metaphysics. You are worthy of being a great onmyoji in class 8, sophomore year."

Wang Mei: "That's not true, the master has opened his mouth."

Yu Zhirui picked out his ears, and said lazily: "Blow it, dare to ask the Great Onmyoji to help me count my luck?"

Wang Mei: "Are you sure you want to count?"

Yu Zhirui: "Of course, just tell me, when will Sun Yao summon up the courage to chase after me bravely?"

Wang Mei shook his head and pretended to sigh deeply: "Young man, at least this semester, you are hopeless."

Yu Zhirui was instantly upset: "Bah, bah, crow's mouth, why do you say that?"

Wang Mei: "Because she just got together with the sports committee member of their class yesterday. He is taller, manlier than you, and has more hair than you."

Yu Zhirui was shocked when he heard this: "You, how do you know?"

Wang Mei stretched out her thumb towards herself: "In this school, there is nothing that the master doesn't know."

The students chattering around were laughing like crazy.

"Fuck, I can't stay on this earth anymore..." After learning the truth, Yu Zhirui threw down a sentence, and hid in the toilet alone to calm down.

From the first year of high school, Yu Zhirui had sworn that Sun Yao, the literary and art committee member of the class next door, had a crush on him, and the reason was that during the first flag-raising ceremony, his sister took an extra look at him in the crowd.From then on, as long as the girl passed him by, his backhand would be an idol drama plot, and whenever the girl talked to him, he would even think of the child's name.

For his self-confidence, everyone usually takes it as a joke, so no one can expose the fact that he is ordinary but confident.To this day, Wang Mei stretched out his ruthless iron hand.

I don't know who said something: "Wang Mei, since you are so good, let's count the peach blossoms of Brother Lang and the school grass."

Other students also booed: "Yes, count them."

In fact, they want to hear gossip, especially Chi Yang's.

The school grass is so handsome and warm, it's hard not to have a partner!

Ling Lang, who was working on the question, paused for a moment, raised his eyes to look forward, then turned his head to look at Chi Yang.

Chi Yang also looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Ling Lang: "They're talking about you."

"They are also talking about you." Chi Yang smiled, "If you are interested, you can listen to what Wang Mei has to say."

Ling Lang quickly lowered his head, showing with actions that he was not interested.He continued to write the questions, but the pen was gesturing on the paper for a long time, and he couldn't even solve the most basic formula.

Wang Mei, who was in the front row of the classroom, clasped his hands together under the attention of everyone, and rolled his eyes towards the sky for a long time: "Yes!"

Ling Lang pinched the draft paper.

Other students urged: "Hurry up!"

Wang Mei stroked the non-existent beard, and said slowly: "Just now, I asked Mr. Xia Yue, and he said that the secret should not be revealed unless the person concerned voluntarily discloses it."

"Cut..." The students in the class who had moved onto the small benches and were about to eat melons booed in disappointment.

Ling Lang let go of his left hand holding the draft book.

The paper he pinched left creases that were difficult to smooth out, and the ink was slightly smeared, as if blown by the breeze.

He continued to write and calculate, and quickly solved the problem that he hadn't solved just now.

The next day was a holiday, and few students could sit still in the afternoon class.Excitement spread like a virus through the classroom.Those hearts that have been released for a long time, the chemistry teacher can't bring them back even with two loudspeakers.

What high school students look forward to most is a morning without getting up early, or a holiday at home.

But for Ling Lang, it doesn't matter whether he is on vacation or not, he stays at school anyway, unless Xu Tu and the others make more than three phone calls to ask him out.

This holiday, he also has no plans to go out.

The last get out of class bell rang, and a flood of people poured out of every classroom. In less than 15 minutes, the campus changed from bustling to deserted.

Chi Yang and Ling Lang parted ways downstairs.

He really wanted to stay with Ling Lang, but he had already promised his uncle a month ago that he would go home to visit his aunt on the first long vacation.

Chi Yang's aunt Yu Shuhui went to the market to pick vegetables with the chef early this morning.This abalone is good, and that lobster is fresh. I want to buy everything I see, and I can't wait to get a table full of Chinese people.

Chi Jianfeng personally went to Beigao to pick up Chi Yang.

After the two arrived home, Chi Yang, in Yu Shuhui's suffocating embrace, looked at the table full of dishes that could not be eaten, and thought that this was his aunt's own handwriting.

His cousin and sister-in-law went on a business trip during this time, and there were only three people at the dinner table.

Yu Shuhui asked Chi Yang some things about the school, and then cared about his life, beat around the bush for a long time, and finally got to the point: "Yang Yang, don't live in school, come and live with me and your uncle, just like you did when you were young .”

Chi Yang: "I live in school very well."

Yu Shuhui was dissatisfied with this answer, and continued to persuade her earnestly. She also said that if Chi Yang felt that Nanshan was too far away from the school, they would move to a house in the North District together, but the ending was still the same as Chi Jianfeng, ending in failure.

The old god Chi Jianfeng took a sip of wine on the ground: "I told you, Yangyang has a little girl in school that he misses, and this family is no longer attractive to him."

Chi Yang smiled, but did not correct the gender.

Yu Shuhui rolled her husband's eyes, and muttered: "I know, can't I not give up?"

Halfway through the meal, Yu Shuhui suddenly asked: "By the way, Yangyang, I heard that Langlang is also studying in Beigao?"

Chi Yang raised his head, he was about to send a message to Ling Lang, asking what Ling Lang was doing and if he had a good meal.The message is almost edited.

Chi Yang nodded: "I'm in the same class as him."

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Yu Shuhui was surprised, "Then why didn't you bring Langlang home with him? He doesn't have any relatives around him, so it's very pitiful."

Speaking of Ling Lang, Chi Jianfeng also put down his wine glass and sighed: "That said, I haven't seen that kid for a long time. The last time I saw him was when Jinjin was at funeral. He was arguing with his father near the mourning hall. His father slapped him several times, his face was swollen, if I hadn't seen it and tried to persuade him, there would have been more slaps, hey, it was pretty unpleasant anyway."

When Chi Yang heard this, the hand holding the vegetables trembled visibly to the naked eye.The ribs at the tip of the chopsticks were not caught and fell back into the plate.

He was there on the day his uncle said it.He came back from country A to attend Ling Jin's funeral, but he didn't see Ling Lang in the mourning hall. After it was over, he wanted to see Ling Lang, but in the end he took the plane the next afternoon and flew back to country A.

Yu Shuhui is a woman full of sympathy. Hearing this, she could hardly stand it any longer. She scolded, "This old Ling is also like that. It's fine if he doesn't care about the children. He beats people when he disagrees. No wonder the two babies don't like it." Kiss him."

Chi Yang frowned slightly: "Auntie, does Ling Lang's father usually beat him?"

"Hit him, even beat his sister together. Let me tell you about his father. He is a full-fledged patriarch with a violent temper. I heard that his mother also decided to divorce because she couldn't bear it. Yes, I can't stand it." Yu Shuhui said, smiling at Chi Jianfeng, "The man from our old Chi's family is the best."

Chi Jianfeng held his wife's hand and fed her a peeled lobster.

The couple showed their affection at every turn, while Chi Yang, who was at the side, was holding the chopsticks in his hand tightly, his heart sank again and again.

Regarding domestic violence, he had never heard the Ling family siblings mention it.

He remembered that when he was a child, Ling Lang came to his house several times to look for him, and he was more or less bumped.He didn't think too much about it at the time, thinking that the kid was too skinny and fell by himself.After all, Ling Lang was always like a carefree, inexhaustible flame in front of him.

More recently, four years ago, the day before he went to country A, he saw several bruises on Ling Lang's arms.He asked Ling Lang what happened, Ling Lang said he fell, and then changed the subject.

If he hadn't heard his aunt talk about it today, he would never have imagined that Ling Rongjiang, a seemingly kind man, would be so dignified.

The more Yu Shuhui talked, the more distressed she became, and she said to Chi Yang: "Yang Yang, you should call Lang Lang over here, he is also your playmate when you were young. It just so happens that today's food is good, I remember his taste is quite close to yours."

"Well, I'll ask him."

Chi Yang deleted the unsent words in the chat box, and edited a new sentence: Xiao Lang, my aunt invited you to my house for dinner.

Ling Lang replied in seconds: Can I refuse?

Chi Yang: Of course.