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The original plan was temporarily changed due to Song Ciran's uncontrollable control. Yu Qiuliang gave up the idea of ​​buying butter bread at the convenience store next door, dragged Song Ciran back along the original road, and passed through the school gate again under the guard's nose.The students who came out of the cafeteria came in small groups, and Yu Qiuliang couldn't help but think of a saying: cattle and sheep are only in groups, and ferocious beasts can only walk alone.

Maybe he misremembered the order of some of the words, and the words and sentences are slightly different from the original text, but the general meaning is correct.But this sentence doesn't fit the current situation. After all, Yu Qiuliang immediately thought that he was more like a sheep when he was delicate and frail.

What's more, he and Song Ciran are "grouping in groups" - a team with only two people is also a team, and two people cannot be treated as human beings.

Suddenly there was a sticky feeling in his hand, Song Ciran, that bastard, with a wicked heart, started to play with that stupid bubble gun again.Yu Qiuliang had only seen his younger brother playing with this kind of thing, but had never seen high school students interested in it, especially high school seniors who were about to graduate.Mixing with Song Ciran, after a long time, I am afraid that he will get the mental retardation effect. If one day, Yu Qiuliang thinks it is normal for a senior high school student to play with bubble guns, it will prove that he has been assimilated by Song Ciran into a terrible mental retardation.

I don’t know what’s so interesting about the bubble gun. Yu Qiu Liangguang saw transparent and opaque bubbles flying out of the gun’s muzzle one after another, shining brightly under the dim lights in the campus, as if artificially created on the stage of a party. special effects.After staring at those bubbles for a long time, Yu Qiuliang actually felt that they were quite pretty.

The moment the thought of "bubbles are so beautiful" popped up, Yu Qiuliang's whole body trembled, and then he grabbed Song Ciran's sleeve viciously, ignoring the vigorous struggle of his deskmate, and dragged him into the classroom building.Fortunately, there were not many people on the road, so I didn't notice the two of them fighting and chattering like kindergarten children, and I didn't notice the bubble gun in Song Ciran's hand, otherwise they would definitely be hung on the school wall tomorrow Go up and provide jokes for the students' hard work.

It wasn't until back in the classroom that the bubble gun couldn't exert its full power, Song Ciran calmed down and stuffed it into his pocket.He followed Yu Qiuliang, whistling, all the way in the dark to the toilet to wash his hands, the light in the toilet was broken again, God knows why it was broken all the time, and no one came to fix it.

Finding that the toilet was pitch black, Song Ciran sighed regretfully.Yu Qiuliang thought that he probably planned to squat in the toilet and play with the bubble gun until the evening self-study, because there was soap left by the students on duty on the sink, which could refill the bubble gun at any time.

Another sigh came from the darkness, Yu Qiuliang was startled, and the hand that was pressing on the faucet switch was also stiff.He and Song Ciran looked at each other through the little light that leaked in from the door, and they both planned to run away.This sigh sound is really familiar, including the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air, they met the math teacher on a narrow road, in this dark men's bathroom.

In the year when he entered high school, Yu Qiuliang never imagined that when he was in the third year of high school, he could accurately determine the location of the math teacher with a sigh and a wisp of smoke.He quickly rinsed his hands clean, poked his head out and glanced at the window, and found a little red light floating in the night sky, which was the cigarette butt of the math teacher.

Song Ciran rushed forward like a hungry tiger, regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones, he directly drenched himself with water all over his face, body and hands.A series of simple and rough actions, the water splashed from the sink not only wet Song Ciran's school uniform, but also wet Yu Qiuliang.

The moment he sensed that the school uniform pants were splashed wet, a firework exploded in Yu Qiuliang's head.Song Ciran can always ignite his anger quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, no matter in what way.He no longer cared that the math teacher was still behind him, and threw himself on Song Ciran with a roar, and the two started a brutal struggle like monkeys in the jungle.

Song Ciran still had reason in his head, and while fighting with Yu Qiuliang, he led people into the corridor.After twisting and turning, they left the men's room and entered the classroom. The students' different eyes casted on them, which made Yu Qiuliang feel ashamed.He didn't understand why Song Ciran insisted on leaving the toilet, and executed the two together in public. He only understood one thing: Song Ciran is a big idiot.

"What's the matter, hit me again? You've grown so big that you haven't wet your pants yet? I don't believe you haven't wet your pants or the bed!" Song Ciran sat on the seat, holding a huge "earth", blocking the Qiu Liang's attack.Yu Qiuliang slapped him a few times, but missed all of them. He greeted the globe, and his right hand was in hot pain. Hearing his unreasonable words, he became even more angry, opened his mouth and cursed: "You only wet the bed because you play with fire all day long. You wet the bed in childhood, premature ejaculation in youth, frequent urination and urgency in old age, you can play bubble gun for me again!"

He spoke freely and didn't notice that there were girls in the classroom at all. Fortunately, the two of them always kept their voices down when they quarreled. No one else could hear what they were arguing about except the two of them.The group of girls whispered for a while, probably feeling that they were fighting again, shook their heads and laughed a few times, then stopped paying attention to this side and continued talking about topics they were interested in.It's just right for the girls to not pay attention, and they can do some obscene acts that are not on the stage. Yu Qiuliang stared at Song Ciran's pants, grabbed the waistband of the pants, and pulled them down.

"Aww!!" Song Ciran screamed, covering his pants/crotch with both hands, howling like a wild wolf with a penis caught.Yu Qiuliang thought that the group of girls might be looking this way again, so he let go of his hand decisively, and the elastic band of the school uniform pants snapped back, and it just hit Song Ciran's belly.

Being flicked by an elastic band is worse than being punched by Yu Qiuliang. Song Ciran kicked his leg twice, and suddenly bent over holding the globe and stopped moving.Yu Qiuliang had a bad heart and was afraid that he would hurt this idiot. He lowered his head in a hurry to ask questions, but saw Song Ciran move his right hand and pull out a bubble gun.

"biu!" Song Ciran uttered an onomatopoeia, and happily pulled the trigger.In an instant, large groups of bubbles submerged Yu Qiuliang, and the sticky feeling he had just washed off surrounded him again.Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath, his heart was too fragile to bear Song Ciran's repeated stimulation.One day, he will make Song Ciran mad again.

It is impossible to go to the toilet to wash your hands. At the same time that Song Ciran released the bubbles, the bell for evening study also rang, which ruthlessly broke Yu Qiuliang's unrealistic dream.Yu Qiuliang sneered, bent over and slipped under Song Ciran's arms, sat back on the seat, unscrewed Song Ciran's water bottle and poured it into his hand.Since Song Ciran caused trouble, he should be responsible for cleaning up the trouble. He made Yu Qiuliang's hands sticky, so he should contribute his own water as compensation.

Regarding his behavior, Song Ciran had no objection. The math teacher walked into the classroom, and Yu Qiuliang caught a glimpse of the bubble gun sealed at the same table.The math teacher is stern and selfless, with a natural square face. If Song Ciran dared to play with the bubble gun in the evening self-study, once he saw it, the gun would not escape the fate of being confiscated. What's more serious is that the whole school will report criticism, and Credits are deducted.

The so-called credits of high school students are not particularly useful, because generally speaking, as long as there are no frequent fights and fights, and no disturbance of school order and being expelled from school, everyone's credits are full.Yu Qiuliang felt that Song Ciran should not be afraid of credit being deducted, but what he was most afraid of was standing on the rostrum in front of the whole school and being criticized.

"Song, a classmate from a certain class in the third year of high school, played a bubble gun in the evening self-study and disturbed the classroom order, so he reported criticism and deducted five credits..." The grade director in Yu Qiuliang's imagination spit out such a sentence with a perennial facial paralyzed face, without the slightest pause, without There was no emotion at all, and he seemed to have heard scattered laughter in twos and threes from the rostrum.

At that time, Song Ciran will be famous throughout the school.

Suddenly, Yu Qiuliang's mind was taken away by a boxy, pink and tender object. This object was placed on his desk and blinded his eyes.Such a color scheme, such a pattern, and such an arrangement must be a love letter, but Yu Qiuliang thought that such a storyline would never happen to him, never in his life.

Before thinking about it, Yu Qiuliang took a pen, pulled the letter onto Song Ciran's desk, and said guiltily, "Someone gave it to you."

"Someone else gave it to me, you pretend I didn't see it, it's on your desk." Song Ciran was not polite to him at all, directly picked up the letter, and slapped it back on Qiuliang's desk.The fragrant wind pierced into Yu Qiuliang's nose, stimulating his sense of smell. It really was something for a little girl, so delicate.

Yu Qiuliang took out a utility knife and cut open the envelope bravely. There was still sealant on the envelope. It seemed that the sender had put in a lot of effort.The other party was so attentive, Yu Qiuliang didn't want to live up to his kindness, so he reluctantly opened the letter and prepared to read the contents carefully.

As soon as he opened it and read the first three characters, Yu Qiuliang shut himself up.

It was Xie Jiangyue again.

The scented letter paper and the meticulously printed wax are all Xie Jiangyue's tricks to paralyze people.

Yu Qiuliang is autistic, really autistic.He carefully folded the letter paper and began to think about how to return it to its original owner.No matter what Xie Jiangyue said in the letter, Yu Qiuliang didn't intend to have an in-depth communication with her, for no other reason, as soon as he saw her, Yu Qiuliang always thought of Chi Yu, and then remembered more unpleasant things.

Recalling the dream this morning, Yu Qiuliang's face became gloomy.In the dream, he returned to the past, to the age when he was often scolded.No one likes to be scolded, whether it is a child or an adult, Yu Qiuliang holds grudges very much, whenever he thinks back to the times when he was aggrieved in the past, he is so angry that he wants to explode.

Long-term depression can turn a person into a completely different appearance from before. When he was a child, Yu Qiuliang was a well-behaved and obedient child, and he could not find a trace of the devil king in the future.Skipping classes, fighting, and nothing to do with the good boy before, but after a few years, the situation is different.Because I have been suppressed and bored for too long, when all the emotions burst out at once, it will cause unexpected results.

After the age of 15, Yu Qiuliang's mood was unstable for a long time, which was related to his past experience and his own temper.He holds grudges, is narrow-minded, and is overly sensitive. When he was young, his father scolded him for beating him when he drank too much, and his mother scolded him for doing a wrong question. He kept them in his heart and let them become a pot of bitter medicine. Bitter and poisonous.

Indeed, there is nothing wrong with that young child, but if you are obsessed with nothing wrong with yourself, you will sink deeper and deeper in negative emotions.

Chi Yu showed Lu Huaiming's agreement, which gave Yu Qiuliang an illusion for a while. He felt that everyone he knew was no longer trustworthy, even Lu Huaiming, who had lost and recovered.It is natural for Lu Huaiming to prefer his own daughter. He and Lu Huaiming are relatives who are not related by blood. We can't blame the other party for not favoring him. There are still few people who are righteous.But this time it was the same as before, he did nothing wrong, but he was still the one who suffered the most.

Isn't it normal for a child to make a wrong question?Why should the stool be removed, picked up and beaten?

Isn't it normal for children to say a few more words?Why do you scold me as soon as you come up, and don't let me talk?

The father drank alcohol and vented all the anger he received outside on his family members. It was the father's fault, not his Yu Qiuliang's fault. Why was he the one who was beaten and scolded, and he was punished to doubt life and himself Is it him?

In fact, at the moment when he walked towards Lu Huaiming with a torch in his hand, Yu Qiuliang wanted to follow Chi Yu's arrangement for a moment, but when he heard Lu Huaiming's words, this idea was immediately dispelled.

He realized that at least Yu Xiasheng was willing to believe him.

A few people are enough, not too many, no more.Yu Qiuliang stuffed Xie Jiangyue's letter into the desk, and lay down on the desk to protect his face.He didn't want to know whether Xie Jiangyue was going to make friends with him or was planning to do something else, he only knew that he didn't want to have unnecessary social interactions.He has failed in this life, and he has no interest or mood to live a positive life.

Yu Xiasheng used a method to block back the plan that Du Xiaoyuan planned to continue. Yu Qiuliang actually knew about this, because when he was chatting with Gu Jia, Gu Jia said that he had slipped his mouth and revealed to him Some rumors.Yu Qiuliang didn't understand Yu Xiasheng's real intentions, but from the surface, the termination of the plan was good for him.

If anyone still wants to observe him secretly, then go ahead and observe him. After all, he is just a child who hasn't grown up.

How many days until adulthood?

Gu Jia said that even if there is another observation plan, everything will be over when he becomes an adult, so Yu Qiuliang looks forward to becoming an adult as soon as possible.

It's fine to cross over, regardless of whether the mother will live or die in the future.How to die, how to live, is not important anymore, he has to count the days.