Too much

Shen Zeming is an abandoned baby, as if he was doomed to die badly from birth.

When Yu Xin, the dean's mother, picked him up at the gate of the orphanage, he was only two months old. His parents who abandoned him only left him as a baby, without even his name and date of birth.The day I picked him up was the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, and Yu Xin gave him his first name——Yu Xiaoliu.

*It is said that Tang Seng went through 81 difficulties to obtain the scriptures, but accidentally dropped the Buddhist scriptures into the sea on the way home and had to stop to dry the scriptures. The ancients believed that the day when Tang Seng was drying the scriptures was the sixth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, so they named this day "Tianci Festival", which means "God-sent Buddhist scriptures save all living beings".

At that time, Yu Xin had such an intention to take this name for Shen Zeming, who was still in her infancy, but unfortunately things backfired, Shen Zeming never seemed to be the one favored by heaven.

During the ten years of living in the orphanage, because of his age, the aunt who shared the food always gave him half a spoonful.And because of his excessive emaciation and cowardly low self-esteem, the children in the yard, no matter how big or small, would step on him.

On the day he was adopted by the Shen family, the dean's mother pulled him and whispered softly, "Our Xiaoliu's good days are yet to come", so he naively and eagerly looked forward to the good days.

In the first few months, Song Lan and Shen Ming really treated him very well, as if trying to make up for the years he was missing in the orphanage.But Shen Zeming later knew that such reconciliation and compensation, together with adopting him, had a clear purpose.

Shen Zelin, the parent and son of the Shen family, suffers from an extremely rare blood disease of unknown cause, which can never be cured and can only be kept alive through continuous blood transfusions.

And Shen Zeming happened to be an RH-negative O-type rare blood type, and happened to be an orphan without father and mother. Therefore, Shen and his wife adopted him logically as a blood bank for their biological son.

In Shen Zeming's 18 years of life, there are indeed few things to be happy about picking and choosing.But meeting Qi Jingchen and making friends with Qi Jingchen is one of the few good fortunes Shen Zeming considers himself.

Even though Qi Jingchen has only known him for a week, he is the one who treats him the best, beats and abuses without malice, apologizes, and is willing to invite him to breakfast...

But now the good man Qi Jingchen said that all this was just a joke.In the eyes of his friends, Shen Zeming is a stray dog.The kindness Qi Jingchen showed towards him was just to tease the dog.

Shen Zeming's throat choked up, and his hand clutching the umbrella fell down, suddenly feeling that something had burst his stomach.

He admitted that he was narrow-minded, and when he got a little better, he wanted to empty himself and try his best to return it.But if he was bullied for no reason, he would engrave it into his heart and retaliate even more.

When he said this, Qi Jingchen leaned on the tree trunk, with a slight smile on his narrow and long eyes, he stretched out his arms and casually broke off a branch, as if he would throw the branch far away in the next second, and raised his chin to call Shen Zeming to go pick up.

The sky just after rain was as clear as blue, and the smell of some fried small fish spread in the air along with the morning breeze accompanied by the fragrance of earth. Everything was so peaceful and stable.

Someone just wants to break this peace.

Shen Zeming closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then raised his eyes, the fragility and injury in his eyes had been replaced by undisguised cruelty.He raised his wrist, slammed down the umbrella under Qi Jingchen's eyes, and said with his head held high, "Then you know? Even a stray dog ​​will bite when it's in a hurry?"

Qi Jingchen raised his eyebrows, looking disdainful, "Ah, is that so?"

Holding the branch, he straightened his body lazily, and asked with a casual smile, "How do you want to bite?"

Shen Zeming didn't answer, but stared straight at him.

"Jump up and hit my knee?" Qi Jingchen walked over in two or three steps, and Shen Zeming was immediately covered by a shadow, "Puppy, pick up a branch to play with?"

As soon as the words fell, the branch was thrown far away by him.

"you!"

Qi Jingchen obviously didn't hit him with his hands, but Shen Zeming felt like he was slapped in the air.He clenched his fists, blushed with anger, and couldn't say anything harsh, he could only stare at the culprit in front of him and get angry.

Shen Zeming was malnourished when he was a child, and he couldn't even get a mouthful of milk when he was growing up. After being adopted by the Shen family, he became a mobile humanoid blood bank.Yes, the height is only 1.6 meters in his early fives, with thin arms and legs, he looks easy to bully.

And Qi Jingchen was only 17 years old, and his height was close to 1.9 meters. The muscles wrapped under the T-shirt were strong and strong. It is estimated that one punch could kill him.

Thinking about it this way, the anger in Shen Zeming's heart slowly subsided, he moved his tense shoulders, and looked at the umbrella he dropped on the ground with some distress, and wanted to pick it up, but Qi Jingchen was still looking down condescendingly he.

He recalled the few Hong Kong gangster movies he had seen, and thought that even if he could not win, he would not lose momentum, so he raised his head and chest, tightened his brows fiercely, raised his middle finger at Qi Jingchen, and spoke in a rough voice Qi way: "You wait next time!"

Then he went to the place where the umbrella was thrown, picked it up and ran away.

The sound of the wind was blowing in my ears, the sparrows were squatting on the branches and chirping, Shen Zeming couldn't help but look back while running, Qi Jingchen was still standing under the tree, wearing white T trousers, handsome and handsome, he laughed so uncharacteristically until he couldn't stop Waist up.

Depend on.Shen Zeming spat hard.

In a blink of an eye, the weekend was over. On Monday morning, Shen Zeming woke up early. The house was quiet. When he passed Song Lan and Shen Ming's bedroom, he lay on the door and listened for a while. Shen Ming snored loudly, and the two of them They all slept deeply, and there was no sign of getting up for the time being.

Shen Zeming felt relieved, he finished washing quickly, walked lightly into the kitchen, opened the jar of peanut butter, dug two tablespoons into an empty mineral water bottle, and rushed out with his schoolbag.

He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, he was bullied a lot, and he learned a lot of ways to avoid overt and secret revenge.Since he separated from Qi Jingchen that day, he thought hard for two days and exhausted all his life skills, and finally came up with a way to get revenge on Qi Jingchen without fighting him.

When Shen Zeming went out, it was just dawn, and the old man and old lady who used to walk birds and do morning exercises hadn't come out yet, and the surroundings were silent, only the buzzing of insects in the grass.With the bottle under his arm, he took a detour to an alley behind the community.

There are several empty cardboard boxes at the end of the alley, and inside the cardboard boxes are two stray dogs, one with three-colored fur and one with pure black.The black one heard Shen Zeming's footsteps from a distance, and came out with a brush, wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue excitedly at him.

"Hush." ​​Shen Zeming ran over quickly, knelt down in front of the black dog and patted its head, "Good dog, don't bark."

The black dog seemed to understand what he said, and quickly calmed down, looking at him eagerly.

Shen Zeming took out two ham sausages from his schoolbag, tore open the package and fed them to the black dog, and threw one of them to Sanhua who was lying in the cardboard box and watching him quietly.

Probably because he wasn't very hungry, the black dog ate a little slowly, Shen Zeming patted his head and urged: "Xiao Hei, eat faster."

The black dog ignored him, but the swallowing speed increased silently. Finally, it raised its head and looked at Shen Zeming with wet eyes, docile and loyal.

At this time, Shen Zeming inevitably thought of Qi Jingchen's words, and couldn't help scolding him secretly, what happened to the stray dogs?At least know how to be grateful.

"Good dog." He put aside those messy emotions, gently stroked the black dog's fur, leaned close to the black dog's big soft ears, and whispered something.

Two minutes later, there were two more black puddles of shit in the water bottle with peanut butter.

Coming out of the alley, Shen Zeming went around to the breakfast stand to buy some brown sugar steamed buns, and hurried to school with a mineral water bottle in his arms.

At [-]:[-], the dormitory students' wake-up bell rang. Shen Zeming jumped into the classroom through the window, put down his schoolbag, walked to Qi Jingchen's desk, and opened the mineral water bottle.

At [-]:[-], there were footsteps and voices in the teaching building, and the number of people gradually increased. The students who came to the classroom early to read early turned on the lights in the front row.

At a quarter past seven, Qi Jingchen walked into the classroom. He hung his schoolbag on the back of the chair as usual, and reached into the belly of the table to pick up the Chinese textbook.

Shen Zeming unconsciously held his breath.

The next second, Qi Jingchen got up abruptly, the table and chairs pushed and pulled and made harsh noises, and then Qi Jingchen's tablemate Wang Jiangbo also stood up and exclaimed: "Fuck, who made this? It's disgusting."

Shen Zeming raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly.

There was a lot of movement here. Many students who were studying in the morning put down their textbooks and gathered around curiously. Then the expressions of this group of people also distorted, "Whoa! I'm going to vomit!"

"Brother Chen, did you offend someone?"

"Who the hell is that? A vile bastard, you messed with Brother Chen like that."

"Throw shit into someone's desk, how many mothers are there!"

A group of people were chattering, Qi Jingchen stood in the middle without saying a word, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he looked down at the feces-yellow liquid covered with his fingers, and frowned tightly.

After a while, he smiled lightly, glanced at Shen Zeming at the far corner of the classroom.

"Your book." Qi Jingchen looked away, raised his chin to signal Wang Jiangbo to pick up the textbook on the table.

Wang Jiangbo didn't know why, but he obediently picked up the textbook on the table. Immediately afterwards, Qi Jingchen kicked the desk over with a sideways kick.

They sat in the third row of the third group, and there was a loud crash, and the desk and the books in Qi Jingchen's belly flew out of the classroom obliquely.

The whole class fell silent instantly.

Shen Zeming raised his eyes in the chaos, Qi Jingchen had already walked out of the classroom, his back was not in the slightest distress, passing by the window, he raised his eyelids, and glanced at Shen Zeming expressionlessly.

Shen Zeming's heart trembled violently.

About three or four minutes later, the class gradually heard voices. Wang Jiangbo was startled by Qi Jingchen's kick, and stood there in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses.He and the boy at the back table looked at each other, and they got up tacitly to clean up the mess at the door.

When Qi Jingchen came back, there were still 10 minutes left for the morning self-study to end. He was holding a stack of new books in his arms, and the thorny heads in the class followed behind him, carrying a new desk together.

As soon as the group entered the classroom, the voice of the morning reading became quieter. Many students raised their heads from their books, watched a few people put down their desks, and lowered their heads to whisper to the people around them.

Yang Tianfeng patted Qi Jingchen's shoulder, suddenly turned cold, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "Which bastard did it? Why don't you hide it for me, and don't get caught by me."

"Otherwise, I—" the second half of the sentence was stopped by Qi Jingchen, he raised his head to comfort Yang Tianfeng, curled his lower lip, and said lightly, "I'll handle it myself."

until

When the bell rang for the first class, old man Li walked into the classroom with his hands behind his back, and the farce barely came to an end.

People half a class away, Shen Zeming huddled in a corner, his eyes fixed on the back of Qi Jingchen's head.

Countless images of Qi Jingchen attacking him flashed through his mind, and finally froze somewhere.He breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly hid the utility knife in his stationery bag into his trouser pocket.

But to Shen Zeming's surprise, Qi Jingchen didn't stop him until after school in the afternoon.

Shen Zeming breathed a sigh of relief, and went home with his schoolbag on his back.

However, Qi Jingchen didn't take the initiative to look for Shen Zeming for a week, as if the glance that morning had no other meaning, it was just a casual glance.

This matter seems to have been silent like this. There are many new things among high school students, and almost no one mentions this matter again.

But Shen Zeming couldn't sit still.

He is small-minded and can't bear Qi Jingchen's ignorance of this, nor can he watch Qi Jingchen's life go smoothly.

So at the end of self-study that night, Shen Zeming stopped Qi Jingchen.