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Yu Qiuliang tried his best to support the wall and stood up. Yu Xiasheng wanted to reach out to help, but saw him wave his hand, turned around and walked slowly to the front of the house.The door of Yu Qiuliang's house was also in a mess, with all kinds of wine bottles lying here and there, Yu Qiuliang grinned stiffly, turned to Yu Xiasheng and said, "Look, drinking is really bad."

A large amount of alcohol invades a person's body, turning a person into a devil, losing his nature and reason.Yu Qiuliang's mouth seemed to be broken by a tooth, the hardest part of his body hurt his softest part - no, this may not be the softest part, the softest part of his body has died, that is his heart.

Recently, his heart has often been throbbing with pain, and it is the same now.Tremblingly, he took out the key from his pocket, his hands were shaking so badly that the key couldn't even fit into the lock.He felt like a little old man, or that he was showing signs of premature aging.Died of a heart problem at a young age, this is not a sign of weakness, what is it?

Yu Xiasheng bent down and gently wiped off the white ash on Yu Qiuliang's face.The corridors outside are no better than the walls of residents’ homes. People always pay more attention to their homes. Sometimes they paint the walls of their homes, and sometimes they paste various wallpapers on the walls, changing the white walls to make them look more beautiful. It becomes very different from the corridor outside.As long as they do this, they have a sense of accomplishment in their hearts: this is home, different, unique home.This is your own home, which is different from those public areas.

"Is it broken?" There was a dull pain where the fingertips rubbed, and Yu Qiuliang suspected that the skin had been worn out there.Although he doesn't have the "overwhelming appearance" like Yu Xiasheng, he doesn't want to be disfigured no matter what.He suddenly became nervous, and raised his hand to touch the painful area. Yu Xiasheng hurriedly pressed his hand to prevent him from rubbing off the medicine he had just applied.

"That's your father?" Yu Xiasheng screwed on the medicine bottle and poured Yu Qiuliang a cup of hot water.Yu Qiuliang held the water glass in his hand and nodded listlessly.The hot water seemed to give him a new life. He was very scared and hadn't recovered from the panic, but as long as he held a ball of warmth in his palm, he could find a bamboo pole to support himself.He took a deep breath, brought the glass to his mouth, and wanted to drink some hot water, but when he opened his mouth a little, the place where he was smashed by his teeth hurt so much that he wanted to cry.

The behavior of the drunk is illogical, and the words are very vulgar. Yu Qiuliang knows that he can't reason with the drunk, but he believes that the most basic etiquette in a fight is "hitting people without slapping the face".He didn't have time to think about why etiquette is necessary for fighting. He thought that most things in the world should be etiquette.Even if others don't abide by these rules, he has to hide them in his heart and set them as an invisible yardstick. This is his basic principle in dealing with people.

Seeing him grinning, Yu Xiasheng knew that his mouth might be broken.Holding Yu Qiuliang's chin, the old ghost turned on the flashlight that came with the phone and shone a light on the other's mouth. A bloody lump appeared in front of his eyes, with a trace of flesh still attached to it.Yu Qiuliang might have bitten himself in the midst of his fuss, if he had just knocked him down, he wouldn't have turned into such a miserable appearance.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Qiuliang's mouth hurts, but he still wanted to speak, "Don't look at your mouth, I'll go look in the mirror. Am I not disfigured?"

"Is that your own father?" Yu Xiasheng asked, "He beat people so hard?"

Yu Xiasheng was used to seeing big winds and waves, and also saw many fathers beating their children, but he felt that Yu Qiuliang was not considered a mischievous one, no matter how much he committed a crime, he would not be beaten so hard.Who knew that Yu Qiuliang's own father was so vicious in his attack. A few bottles were thrown down, leaving the child black and blue, and the broken porcelain and glass even scratched the skin.

Yu Qiuliang was so heartless that he could still laugh after being beaten.While laughing hehe, he was gasping for breath in pain, and the powder on his face fell off, as if a stinky girl had put on too much cosmetics.His current face was almost the same as that of a cat. Yu Xiasheng felt distressed and felt funny, so he reached out and rubbed his head.

Thinking of Yu Qiuliang's father hurting people just now, Yu Xiasheng felt a little uncomfortable: "Don't take what he said, don't take it to heart. People who drink too much like to talk crazy, that kind of talk can't be counted."

There is another saying called "speak the truth after drinking". Who can guarantee that what the drunks say is not their true thoughts?Yu Qiuliang's mouth was numb from the pain, and his mind was also a little numb. He picked up the steaming water and took a small sip.The warm water slid all the way down the throat, warming his chest and stomach, making him feel much better.

However, after the heat dissipated, there was still a mass of qi condensing in the heart.Yu Qiuliang was so depressed that he waited for a long time before he said flatly: "Even if you know that he is talking crazy, if you listen too much, you will start to doubt yourself. How can there be so many people who are completely confident? Most people It’s like this: when you are questioned a few times, you have to think that you are wrong, if you are constantly questioned, even if you think you are right at first, it will change after a long time.”

Yu Xiasheng also wanted to comfort him and tell him not to think too much, but it is generally difficult for people who are angry to listen to such words.Thinking of this, he didn't intend to persuade him anymore, but said seriously: "Others think you are bad, we just need to think you are good. Gu Jia likes you very much, and so do I."

He is clumsy with his tongue, he doesn't speak euphemistic words to compliment others, he only uses this straightforward way.However, Yu Qiuliang really liked his tricks, and immediately stopped talking, and gently hooked his fingers into his pockets.After Yu Xiasheng said this, he didn't know what else to say, so he took the glass from his right hand and asked softly, "What's for dinner?"

"I don't want to eat, you can eat." After the uproar just now, even if Yu Qiuliang had an appetite, it was offset by his anger.There still seemed to be a lingering smell of alcohol lingering in his nostrils, and the smell of alcohol almost made him want to gag.He didn't dare to bury his whole face on Yu Xiasheng's body, he just carefully rubbed the unharmed half of his face against Yu Xiasheng.Yu Xiasheng rubbed his head again, and decided not to eat with him tonight.

Young people's emotions come and go quickly.On the second day, the painted part of Yu Qiuliang's face recovered as before, and the bumped parts of his body were almost healed. Today, he was extremely excited and got up early in the morning. This time, he woke up It was earlier than the alarm clock, and also earlier than Yu Xiasheng.

When he was awake, Yu Xiasheng was still sleeping, Yu Qiuliang finished washing, and while putting on his coat, he bent down to look at the old ghost's sleeping face.A good-looking person looks good even when he is asleep, and even when he opens his eyes. Yu Qiuliang stared blankly, forgetting to zip up.Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, he suddenly woke up, took a step back, put his back on Yu Xiasheng, put on his school uniform, picked up the schoolbag on the table and ran outside.

On this day, he didn't eat breakfast either, he was used to skipping breakfast.He was too lazy to prepare good food for himself; and because he was lazy and ate irregularly, his stomach was riddled with holes and almost died along with his healthy heart.

In fact, Yu Qiuliang doesn't mind stomach pains. To him, if he can bear the pain in the past, it is not called pain.As for the unbearable pain, he felt that he had no right to speak.Anyone who has experienced that kind of pain is afraid that they will all die.

Fortunately, he wasn't hurt to death.He died without pain, which was probably one of the luckiest things in his short life.He rode his bicycle slowly along the narrow bicycle lane on the side of the road. When he went to school, he always rode very slowly, but when he came home, he rode very fast.He thought it was a little funny, so he actually laughed.After he graduates, his electric bike will probably be retired. I don't know if his younger brother will ride this style of bike when he enters junior high school.

When he arrived at the intersection near the school, under a big bare tree, Song Ciran sat on the back seat of the electric car and waited for him.Yu Qiuliang was dumbfounded, and was about to ask Song Ciran what was going on, but Song Ciran opened the conversation first.It turned out that the class schedule this morning was really boring, and the class teacher disappeared again. The students who had been holding back for too long skipped class one after another. Song Ciran felt itchy and ran out with them.It's cold now, and the guards are sitting in the reception room blowing warm air. Song Ciran and the others clung to the corner and slipped out of the school gate with their waists down.

"It's not morning reading yet, how do you know the class teacher won't come?" Yu Qiuliang was still worried, and wanted to drag Song Ciran into the school again.Song Ciran had just escaped from the tiger's mouth, how could he go back to die, he quickly grabbed Yu Qiuliang, and said pitifully: "Junior high school is on holiday today, we should have a holiday too, we shouldn't come to school, why are you going back? "

"It's freezing outside, where are you going to play? The Internet cafe is too hot and stuffy, I don't want to go to the Internet cafe." Yu Qiuliang compromised, after all, he didn't really want to go in to attend lectures.Compared with the teaching experience of the teachers, his personal freedom is more precious.

Song Ciran didn't know where to go, he stood there, turned around a few times with his eyes closed, and suddenly stood still facing a certain direction.Yu Qiuliang saw him slowly raise his arms, and then opened his eyes: "Okay, let's go here."

This random selection method can be regarded as fair.Yu Qiuliang shrugged, looked in the direction of his finger, and found that it was their junior high school.Coincidentally, there are many buildings around their high school, but Song Ciran's fingers passed through the gaps between the tall buildings impartially, pointing to the brick-red teaching building hidden in the clouds and mist in the distance.

The last time Yu Qiuliang walked there, he was still sending off the red leather shoes for the last time, but that time he only went to the park and did not enter the school.Their junior high school is very strict, and no one without a school uniform is allowed to enter unless they show a graduation certificate.They already have this graduation certificate, but they have been in high school for three years, who still carries their junior high school graduation certificate with them?It is conceivable that it is still difficult to get in today.However, as Song Ciran said just now, junior high school students are on vacation today, maybe the guard over there is not there, they can sneak in over the wall or sit on the top of the wall.

If you really can't go in, you can go around the outside and look over the gap between the iron fences.After graduating from junior high school, Yu Qiuliang never went back. He was like this in high school, and he was ashamed to face his teacher in junior high school.Back then, those teachers thought he was a plastic talent, but in the end he turned into a large waste product. I don't know if he didn't live up to it, or the teachers were wrong.

After graduating from high school, he probably won't come back.Graduation, in the eyes of teachers, is to send away a crop of students and usher in a new crop; in the eyes of students, graduation is to say goodbye to an old place and go to a new world.Yu Qiuliang is not curious about the new world, he only looks forward to leaving the old place as soon as possible.He thought, those who come back to see the teacher after graduation are either those who do well and do not forget their roots, or those who do poorly but have a thick skin.It is estimated that he will do poorly in the future, and his skin is actually not that thick, so he is embarrassed to go back to school to visit.

After he left, maybe this dilapidated old high school campus would have to be renovated.He didn't think he could escape the spell's grip.

That junior high school, Yu Qiuliang thought it was old, at least not young.In fact, it is only a few years older than Yu Qiuliang's younger brother, but when Yu Qiuliang looks at his younger brother, he feels that he is still a child, and when he looks at his junior high school, he feels that it has experienced many vicissitudes.The old teaching building was looming in the clouds and mists. Yu Qiuliang's soul was hooked to look at it. The traffic lights at the crossroads changed. Wire.

He has been away for three years, and he has forgotten what it looked like in that building. There are only some vague fragments left in his memory, but the bell tower in the school has left a strong mark in his mind.The numbers that will light up at night, and the sound of telling the time on the hour, appear in front of his eyes and ears from time to time.Junior high school was the most relaxed and happiest time for him. At that time, his father didn't drink so much alcohol, he didn't go crazy, and his family was still by his side.