After the family was reborn, I went to the peak of my life

The seaside is a foggy city, less than October, the early morning fog filled the air.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Zhu Junlan opened the door before Xie Yunshu opened it by herself, and asked in surprise, "I haven't seen you go for a run for a long time, why are you going again today?"

In school, self-study lasts until ten o'clock every night. Xie Yunshu has a lot of things to do, and he hasn't run for a long time.

Xie Yunshu was covered in morning mist. He brushed his damp hair and said to Zhu Junlan, "There will be a physical examination in the second semester of the second year of high school. If you run well, you will get extra points."

The real reason is that he found that Jiang Xingzhi's physical fitness has improved by leaps and bounds recently.

He also finally knew why Jiang Xiaobaihua was always crying and humming to him about her pain.

Humph, just hum, the most irritating thing is that Jiang Xingzhi lifted the hem of his clothes to him as soon as he arrived at school yesterday morning, and flaunted to him triumphantly: "The exclusive abs you want..."

He took a big breath and said again: "I have it!"

At that time, Xie Yunshu was drinking a bottle of milk brought from home, when he heard this, he couldn't control his sip, and sprayed Jiang Xingzhi's stomach all over his stomach!

Xie Yunshu's eyes moved over subconsciously.

The young man was naked with a thin waist. His skin was clean and fair. A thin layer of muscles tightly covered the bony muscles and bones. Two rows of water droplets were winding along the shallow waistcoat line.

His pupils shrank a bit, but Xie Yun wrote calmly. He took out a tissue and handed it to Jiang Xingzhi: "I'm sorry, just wipe it off."

Jiang Xingzhi straightened his waist and stood closer in front of him, and demanded confidently: "You sprayed it, of course you wiped it."

Xie Yunshu broke his power in a second, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Get out!"

Jiang Xingzhi leaned over slightly, stared into Xie Yunshu's eyes, and his eyes were full of malicious smiles: "You made me like this yourself, do you want to be responsible?"

Xie Yunshu didn't bother to answer, and got up to push away Pei Ji's desk and chair in the back row.

Jiang Xingzhi grabbed his arm and said with a low smile, "If you don't wipe it for me, I'll take care of it myself..."

As he said that, he stuck it on Xie Yunshu's body, as if to rub the milk on him.

Xie Yunshu wanted to push, but was afraid of touching Jiang Xingzhi's abdomen, so he could only dodge and hide. The two pushed back and forth between the narrow desks. Xie Yunshu struggled several times, but Jiang Xingzhi held his arm firmly. This is Jiang Xiaoheihua, she is completely shameless and has no taboos, and she will never give up if she fails to achieve her goal.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Xie Yunshu gave up tussling with him and gritted his teeth, "Stand down honestly!"

Jiang Xingzhi succeeded, his eyebrows raised.

Xie Yunshu sat back on the stool and drew a tissue again.

Just as the silky tissue touched Jiang Xingzhi's lower abdomen, Jiang Xingzhi inhaled suddenly, and the thin texture instantly sagged.

Xie Yunshu clearly didn't touch Jiang Xingzhi's skin, and his fingertips trembled as if he was getting an electric shock.

One of them lowered their heads, and the other raised their eyes. Their eyes met, and each other's eyes were full of chaotic lights.

All the hustle and bustle around seemed to have faded away, and the indescribable belching current was rampant in the air, like a crazy and turbulent undercurrent at the bottom of the water.

It just so happened that Xia Ke came in from the front door and rushed to his seat all the way, with a sudden step, "Squeak!"

Xia Ke's eyeballs were about to pop out, and he exclaimed, "Damn it! Let me watch such a restricted-rated picture early in the morning!"

The originally bustling class fell into a sudden silence.

Especially the girls in the front row, the excited and eager eyes were full of the meaning of "it's hard to end if you don't get married in place".

Afterwards, Xie Yunshu held his forehead and pondered for a long time.

He found that the reason why he repeatedly lost the upper hand in front of Jiang Xiaoheihua was entirely because his force value had degraded, and he couldn't crush Xiaoheihua!

Martial arts practice is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. If you slack off, sooner or later, he will not be able to defeat Jiang Xingzhi!

So Xie Yunshu added daily fitness to the schedule in addition to his study and money-making plans.

……

When Xie Zuwang went out to buy fried dough sticks, he brought back a newspaper as usual, and when he was having breakfast, he stared at the newspaper intently.

Zhu Junlan saw that Xie Zuwang had soaked the fried dough sticks in soy milk and melted. She got angry and knocked on his bowl with chopsticks: "Eat when you eat, and read newspapers when you read newspapers! What annoys you when you have a meal and do other things, you Why don't you just eat the newspaper and forget about it?"

Xie Zuwang looked up, dissatisfied: "What's wrong with me eating a newspaper early in the morning?"

Xie Yunshu and Yi Lingling heard his speech, and they started to laugh sullenly.

Zhu Junlan took away the bowl in front of Xie Zuwang: "Yes, you eat newspapers, it's good to eat newspapers. Your stomach is empty. If you eat more newspapers, you will be a scholar!"

Xie Zuwang snatched his own bowl, and put an arm across the front to protect it: "Zhu Junlan, you are so annoying, I rarely read a newspaper on the table! Do you know what I am reading? Are you in a hurry with me?"

Zhu Junlan sneered: "What can you look at? Isn't it about your lottery number? Why don't you give up? Let me tell you, Xie Zuwang, we don't have the wormwood that made us rich overnight on our ancestral graves. What is better than doing things in a down-to-earth manner?" All strong!"

Xie Yunshu couldn't help but nodded, his mother is indeed a thoughtful woman.

Xie Zuwang had been trained by Zhu Junlan three times a day, and his nerves had been tempered to the point that he just curled his lips slightly, turned to Xie Yunshu, and smiled with great interest: "Son, let me tell you! Your fourth uncle is so smart this time! Now the whole Haibin City knows that Cross Street may not be demolished!"

Xie Yunshu's eyes lit up, and he also took the newspaper to read.

Zhu Junlan became anxious when she saw that Xie Yunshu only read newspapers and didn't eat.

She pulled away Xie Zuwang who was sitting next to Xie Yunshu: "Get up!"

Xie Yunshu was reading the newspaper, while Zhu Junlan was feeding him, a mouthful of deep-fried dough sticks and a mouthful of soy milk, to feed her precious son.

Xie Yunshu did wake up Zhong Jiaming during the cross street incident, but he didn't expect his fourth uncle to do it more beautifully than he imagined.

The biggest problem with the demolition of Cross Street is that the aborigines have high expectations for demolition. In recent years, the whole country has been undergoing large-scale development. As long as Haibin City wants to boost its economy, it must not bypass Cross Street, so the aborigines are full of energy. Wide open.

After hitting a wall with his boss, Zhong Jiaming found a new way. His father is the current head of the Cultural Bureau. Zhong Jiaming did not speak directly to his father, but invited a few reporters, editors, and media writers who are very important in Haibin City's culture. , issued overwhelming articles.

In the center section of "Binside Daily" in recent days, the daily theme articles revolve around Shizijie. Cross Street is protected as a historical and cultural product.

There are many precedents for this. Once the old block is included in the protection, the original residents can still live in it, but they can no longer expand and decorate it at will. Even if the house is too dilapidated to live in, the government will only pay for basic repairs.

After all, "cultural relics", what is preserved is the original flavor and antique flavor.

Rumors that Cross Street might be included in the cultural relic landscape spread like wildfire. With the release of one "official manuscript" after another, the news became more and more popular. Cannot be demolished.

The aborigines of Cross Street, who were once full of arrogance, are now panicking.

This is great news for Xie Yunshu.

Zhong Jiaming kept his real purpose under wraps, but he had great trust in Xie Yunshu. He told Xie Yunshu that according to his estimation, Cross Street might drop the hammer by the end of the year at the earliest.

Xie Yunshu took a reassurance and prepared to speed up making money.

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At night, the teaching building is brightly lit.

The cloudy clouds that had been brewing for several days finally broke into a downpour tonight.

The physics training class is held in the small comprehensive lecture hall, and the lecturer is Zhang Ruzhi.

There were only a dozen people participating, and Xie Yunshu and Jiang Xingzhi sat in the back row.

"It's raining." Jiang Xingzhi sat by the window. Looking out of the window from this height, he could see a large open space in front of the complex. The rainwater from the high street lamps connected into thin and dense lines, and water droplets hit the ground. Splash, crackle.

His voice was also like raindrops falling to the ground, crisp and clear, and refreshing.

Xie Yunshu listened attentively to the class and took notes.

Jiang Xingzhi saw that Xie Yunshu was holding a morning light fountain pen, the back of his hand was well muscled, and he was wearing a quartz watch with a silver belt and a blue face on his wrist, the dial reflected a little cold light under the incandescent lamp.

"Your watch is not bad," Jiang Xingzhi naturally covered Xie Yunshu's wrist with his palm following the topic he raised, rubbing|stroking Xie Yunshu's protruding wrist knuckles delicately with his fingertips, but asked solemnly, " where did you buy it?"

Xie Yunshu squinted at him, and pulled his hands out of Jiang Xingzhi's clutches like pulling carrots: "My dad bought them from a small shop in the town, and they cost 36 yuan each."

Jiang Xingzhi was a little shocked. He leaned close to Xie Yunshu's wrist, his cool nose touched Xie Yunshu's skin, looked at it very carefully, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Why can you wear a watch worth 36 yuan so sexually| feel?"

Xie Yunshu: "..."

He faces Jiang Xingzhi every day now, as if he is opening a blind box every second.

You never know whether the next moment will be black or white.

Jiang Xiaobaihua used to accompany him in class, but Xiao Heihua has been online more and more recently.

Not only Xie Yunshu, but even many students noticed a sudden change in Jiang Xingzhi's painting style.

In the past, although Jiang Xingzhi didn't like to talk to people except Xie Yunshu, he still had at least some politeness. Now Jiang Xingzhi...is so cool that it's hard to describe it.

Like this moment.

Zhang Ruzhi on the podium stared at Jiang Xingzhi for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He tapped the textbook on the table vigorously, and called his name seriously: "That new classmate, if you don't want to attend the class, you can leave. Don't harass the people next to you!"

The students in the front row all looked back.

Jiang Xingzhi leaned against the edge of the table behind with his arms folded, and snorted arrogantly: "I don't need you to teach me how to do things!"

Zhang Ruzhi was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

Xie Yunshu's brows were furrowed tightly, and his voice was deep: "If you don't want to listen, you can lie down on the table and sleep. Teacher Yu looks like you are awesome?"

Jiang Xingzhi let out a cold breath all over his body: "You blame me for that old man?"

Xie Yunshu snorted coldly and stopped talking to him.

Just before the class started, Lao Zhang called Xie Yunshu to the office, asked a few non-painful questions casually, and gave him a new stack of notebooks and a box of fountain pens before Xie Yunshu left—Lao Zhang I thought his family was in a difficult situation.

In the three years of high school in the previous life, Lao Zhang would give Xie Yunshu these things every now and then, pens, notebooks, file bags, test paper folders... Sometimes he would even give him a brand new reference book.

How poor Xie Yunshu was back then, and every drop of grace that Lao Zhang gave was an unforgettable gift in the snow.

……

Jiang Xingzhi was completely left out in the cold. He was very sensitive to the fact that Xie Yunshu was slightly dissatisfied with him now. It was different from the "burning" state that he had provoked, it was a kind of cold fire emanating from the inside of his body.

Xie Yunshu didn't like his physics teacher on the podium.

Jiang Xingzhi pursed his lips. He didn't know why Xie Yunshu paid so much attention to that teacher, but he was wise enough not to tease him anymore, and turned to look at the window with his chin resting on his face.

Xie Yunshu's profound profile was reflected on the dark window, which looked like a handed down work carved out of pearls and jade by the most skilled master sculptor.

He looked forward with a serious expression, his eyes were focused and calm, Jiang Xingzhi could clearly see every clear and sharp arc of his eyelashes, the curved ends melted into the light, giving off a crystal clear and moist luster, inside It embodies the gentle look that Jiang Xingzhi is very familiar with.

Jiang Xingzhi suddenly felt a little out of breath, as if his entire chest was filled with an indescribable stuffing, golden, soft, and warm.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, the dark night was split by the whip of light, and the snow-white glow reflected into the pupils of the river, which was as black as a pool of ink, and countless lights and shadows were chaotic like water.

The sound of pouring rain seems to be there, sometimes near and sometimes far away, rushing from all directions for a while, time and space quietly overlapping, washing out the memories buried in the deepest part of Jiang Xingzhi's mind.

……

Jiang Xingzhi remembered that he came out of the bookstore at exactly 16 o'clock that day, because the wall clock on the wall behind the cash register just chimed the hour when he was checking out.

The driver Lao Ge originally followed him, but because of the sudden heavy rain, he was worried about letting the elderly at home pick up the children, so Lao Ge asked Jiang Xingzhi for leave. He said that he would pick up his daughter from the kindergarten first, and then send Jiang Xingzhi home.

There was a coffee shop next door to Xinhua Bookstore, and Jiang Xingzhi was sitting in it reading a book while waiting for Lao Ge.

He was the only customer in the entire coffee shop, and his seat was No. 6, a single seat next to the large glass window, light gray tables and chairs, and a plastic number plate on the table top with a bright red background.

Apple citron tea is placed in his right hand, and there are two plates of small snacks in his left hand, one plate of tiramisu and one plate of matcha macarons. He does not eat desserts, only for the minimum consumption.

The book he was reading was "Reminiscence of Things Past", and the slow melody of English songs hovered faintly in the room. Two female salespersons looked at him from time to time, and when he inadvertently looked up, they looked away again, and then smiled and whispered.

The reason why he remembers all the details in the coffee shop is because he has recalled countless times what happened that day in the rest of his life, and his clearest consciousness only stays there.

Jiang Xingzhi read the book for 10 minutes, raised his head and took a sip of fruit tea, looked out the window to rest his eyes, and suddenly saw a small figure in his peripheral vision.

A yellow and white kitten appeared on the window sill outside, its palm-sized body drenched in water, trembling, and meowing at him.

Jiang Xingzhi went out and picked up the kitten. The cat's leg was still bleeding, and the rain-soaked wound was red and swollen.

The poor little thing got hurt.

Opposite the coffee shop was a private clinic. Jiang Xingzhi borrowed an umbrella from the salesperson and was going to take the kitten to the clinic for bandaging.

He called Lao Ge and told Lao Ge that he had gone to the opposite clinic. After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the time, 16:34.

It was raining really hard.

The sky was dark and oppressive, as if there was a leak, and the rain poured down from it. There were almost no people walking on the road, and occasionally cars whizzed by with flashing lights.

As soon as he walked across the zebra crossing, he fell to the ground without a sound.

It was the heaviest rain in that midsummer, the rain was cold and dirty, pouring in from his nostrils, soaking his whole lungs.

There was no light around him, darkness enveloped the whole world, the raindrops were like bullets fired from a submachine gun, bouncing around him crazily.

For the first time, he felt that death was close at hand, and the despair was boundless.

Dimly, he felt a pair of powerful arms supporting him up. At that time, his body was already so cold that he was about to freeze, and he instinctively approached the heat source. His head, cheeks, and body all wished to curl up into that heat source.

A young voice shouted in my ear, indistinct from the cascading rain.

In his remaining consciousness, he was like a man on the verge of extinction clinging to the floating driftwood.

He was carried on his back, the umbrella covered his head, but the purring of the kitten was very close to him.

His head hung on the man's shoulders, and he struggled to open his eyes. The drops of water on his eyelashes completely obsessed his sight, and he could only vaguely discern that it was a boy who was carrying him behind his back.

The boy put the cat in his coat, and the cat pulled it up along the neckline, revealing its wet little head, and licked his face bit by bit.

"Who are you...?" he asked the boy, trying to make out his voice.

"What?!" The rain was so loud that the boy couldn't hear it clearly, and asked him yelling.

He pressed against the boy's ear and exhausted all his strength: "What is your name?"

"Hehe!" The boy's voice has a penetrating power in the rain, but the words are blurred, "My name is Lei|Feng!"

The sky and the earth are rainy and dark, but under the small umbrella is the safest and warmest place in the world. They are so close together, and the wet|drenched|damp|drenched water vapor entangles the two people's breath without any gap.

On that rainy evening, the boy who carried him on his back, and the little kitten who licked his cheek, looked like a painting in a dream, unclear, but also carved in his heart Jiang Xingzhi never forgot the engravings on the board throughout his life.

After waking up, the first person she saw was her mother, Qiao Bing. There was also a young man in the ward who was not familiar or unfamiliar, Li Xiaofeng.

Li Xiaofeng's father, Li Jinsong, is an executive of Qiaoyuan Group, and Li Xiaofeng and Jiang Xingzhi are still in the same grade.

Qiao Bing greeted him warmly, beckoned Li Xiaofeng over, and said to him, "Fortunately, Xiaofeng also went to the bookstore to buy books to see you, and sent you to his mother's hospital."

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感谢在2021-08-0311:22:19~2021-08-0411:01:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 for Lin Xin; 1 for Ruo Xiangxi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!