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Yu Qiuliang has a bad habit. When he is particularly unhappy, he will use his guns and sticks to make troubles for others.Maybe it's just like what his father said: as long as the other party is unhappy, Yu Qiuliang must be happy no matter how unhappy he is.

After saying this series of words, Yu Qiuliang let out a long breath, every muscle on his face showed his relaxation.This time he was comfortable, but it was his own father who was uncomfortable. Although he knew that his son said these stupid things to provoke people, anyone who heard such words would inevitably get angry.If Yu Qiuliang's mother was standing here, Yu Qiuliang might not have spoken so harshly, but it didn't work. His mother's ability to bear it was much worse than his father's. About halfway through hearing it, she had already started crying.Yu Qiuliang calmed down, and began to worry that what he said just now would reach his mother's ears, but what he said was like splashed water, and it was too late to take it back.Fortunately, his mother didn't really stand here, otherwise he would have suffered.

"Forget it." Yu Qiuliang suddenly felt that arguing with his parents was very boring, so he leaned back uninterestedly, "It's not a wild man picked up outside, but a renter."

"Renting a house?" Father Yu chewed these three words over and over again, his expression of suspicion remained undiminished, "Where is his house? When did you rent the house to someone? Who told you to rent out?"

"Why do you ask so many questions? Does it have something to do with you?" Yu Qiuliang was tired of being asked, and didn't bother to make up nonsense, so he walked into the bedroom with his slippers on.When he is upset, he just wants to lie down on the bed and sleep quietly. This is the best way for him to escape from troubles.This time his father didn't speak, but his face was so dark that he could scrape off several layers of pot bottom ash.Yu Qiuliang caught a glimpse of the other person's face from the corner of his eye, and ignored it as nothing. As long as he pretended not to see it, he could logically pretend that nothing happened.

Just because he doesn't speak, doesn't mean there are no doubts. Yu's father still thinks that Yu Qiuliang hasn't told the truth. This child hasn't told the truth since he was a child, and he's basically lying.Yu Qiuliang is not a bad boy, but he is always lying. When talking to him, you must observe him all the time, otherwise you will be led into the ditch by him.Yu's father followed his son into the bedroom, Yu Qiuliang fell on the bed, his slippers slipped off, Yu's father arranged the slippers for him, and asked, "How do you feel recently?"

"It's okay if it doesn't become more rubbish." Yu Qiuliang lazily replied, "You should know how I feel."

"Don't be too strict with yourself." Father Yu said, "Your mother doesn't ask you to do your best, as long as you are happy and healthy, she is satisfied."

Of course she thought so, and said so, but what they said was never the same as what they did.It's still the same sentence: just talk about it, everyone knows it, everything is like this, it's easier said than done.Yu Qiuliang chuckled: "I'm not strict with myself, I can relax."

Father Yu stopped talking.Many men are not good at expressing, and a man who beat his son because he was drunk not long ago is even less good at expressing himself when facing his son after sober.Yu Qiuliang seemed to snort, and buried his face back in the pillow.He hoped that his father would leave quickly. If Yu Xiasheng happened to run into his father when he came back, it would be really difficult.

Probably a father-son connection, his father seemed to have heard his heart, patted him on the back, closed the door and walked out.There was a click at the gate, Yu Qiuliang jumped up from the bed and sent a message to Yu Xiasheng.

"Ding dong!" Yu Xiasheng was walking on the road when his phone rang suddenly. He took it out to look, and saw Yu Qiuliang sent a few big words: "Call me when you get home."

These five words are really concise and clear, Yu Xiasheng raised his eyebrows, wondering what tricks this little devil is up to.

"Ah!" Yu Qiuliang turned off the screen, threw the phone away, bent down hugging the pillow, and bumped his forehead against the mattress.He hit it fast and hard because he was sure the mattress was thick enough not to hurt his head.He is so annoyed now that he never dreamed that his careless mother would find traces of Yu Xiasheng in his house. He always thought that she wouldn't notice that there was an extra pair of shoes at the door.His mother was always like this, she paid blind attention to the places she shouldn't pay attention to, but she couldn't see anything in the places she should pay attention to.

After being annoyed, he began to think about the question that had troubled him for a long time.Indeed, he used to love school.At least until the third year of junior high school, he has always been a well-behaved and obedient student, never skipping class.

Many things are lost to the authorities but clear to the bystanders.Yu Qiuliang still can't figure it out for the time being, and he doesn't understand that his weariness of studying is due to "high standards".

Previous experiences made him think he could do well, but after high school his math grades plummeted, and it was the worst plane crash in his life.This plane named Mathematics was completely destroyed once it fell, and there is no possibility of repairing it.Yu Qiuliang also worked hard to learn mathematics. Of course, that was in the first half of the first semester of high school. He studied half of the first year of high school, but in the next semester, his grades were still not satisfactory.Ashamed, he failed in mathematics for three years in high school. The highest score he scored was 89, only one point short, and he couldn't make it.After the "peak" of 89 points, the maths slipped even further, and in his character, he could have accepted the reality just fine--if it wasn't for the gut-wrenching.

"Trash" is the most hated word in his life.

When his grades were top-notch before, who said he was a waste?Who doesn't regard him as a treasure and hold it in the palm of his hand?Who doesn't expect him to be promising in the future, to take himself away from this disgusting big family?

"Alas—" Yu Qiuliang didn't turn on the light, the room was pitch black, and with the light turned off, he felt very cool.

After Lu Huaiming's death, Yu Qiuliang's mother often said "Don't let me be forced to die early like your uncle".Yu Qiuliang failed the exam, she wanted to say this; Yu Qiuliang was unhappy, she wanted to say this; Yu Qiuliang was sad and didn't want to go to school, she thought her son was making her angry, so she still wanted to say this.She was not forced to death by the elders of the family like Lu Huaiming. The pressure on her body was decreasing, but the pressure on her son was getting heavier.So in the end, it was her son who died first.

Her son was dead, and she didn't know it, that was the most horrible, the most absurd, the most ridiculous.

"Early death and early rebirth." Yu Qiuliang whispered, "In the next life, I will stop being a human being and try being a pig."

After a while, he felt that if he was a pig, he could not escape the fate of being killed for meat.It is better for him to be a grass.

But if grass is made, he may have to be fed to sheep again.

Forget it, be a human being and fuck it.Man is the primate of all things.It's better to be a good person.

"I don't know what happened, but she ran up suddenly." Du Xiaoyuan squatted in front of the information building, smoking one cigarette after another, and a lot of cigarette butts had accumulated in front of her.Smoking in the school is not good, but there are no students staying here anyway, so Yu Xiasheng just glanced at the pile of garbage on the ground and looked away.The most urgent task now is to appease the family members of the deceased. No matter how strong their psychological quality is, they will not be able to accept the fact that their only daughter died suddenly.

One second was fine, the next second he went crazy. How could a normal child be like this?Yu Xiasheng took out the lighter from his pocket, walked into the information building, and lit the lights everywhere.His lighter doesn't seem to be an ordinary lighter. There are strands of black air in the place where the fire burns. If Yu Qiuliang stands here, he will definitely recognize it. This black air is exactly the same as the one on Gu Jia. , but its color is very light, very light, not so much black as gray.Yu Xiasheng walked along its path for a while, then stopped helplessly.This trick didn't work, the shallow trace suddenly stopped and disappeared in front of the stairs.

It was precisely because its color was too light that Yu Xiasheng was finally relieved.It seems that this was purely an accident, not a vicious incident like Gu Jia's.If there is another ghost like Gu Jia, he and Lu Huaiming will have to take the blame again, maybe this time they can also bring Du Xiaoyuan who happened to be at the scene of the incident as a backing, and they will be unlucky with them.

"How? Have you found out now?" Du Xiaoyuan walked in from the outside with a tired look.

Yu Xiasheng shook his head: "It's nothing serious, it's not a ghost, just go to rest when you're tired."

"You have such a good temper today?" Du Xiaoyuan frowned, a little uncomfortable, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

"Do you feel comfortable only if I quarrel with you?" Yu Xiasheng raised his head and looked at the pitch-black roof.The staircase spirals up, and the column in the center of the hall on the first floor supports the entire tall building.Standing in the building, he couldn't see the clock on the top of the building, but the sound that sounded on the hour could still reach his ears.The ringing of the bell awakened Du Xiaoyuan's soul, and she gave a low "Oh" and said, "If you plan to work overtime tonight, bring a few more ghosts and let them guard the top floor."

"Ah——then I want Gu Jia to commit crimes and meritorious deeds?" Yu Xiasheng made a joke, and immediately returned to seriousness, "I see, don't worry, you can go back and rest."

He said he was not in a hurry, so he really wasn't in a hurry.Du Xiaoyuan thought he was being polite and wanted to persuade herself to go back first, but when she walked out of the information building, she looked back and found that Yu Xiasheng followed leisurely.Oh, she finally understands, this bastard can ignore things now, and she doesn't know what's going on.Could it be possible that having children can make people lazy?Du Xiaoyuan hesitated.When she played with those little ghosts, she was not as idle as Yu Xiasheng. It seemed that there was still a difference between her and Yu Xiasheng in essence.

Yu Qiuliang was sending Song Ciran a message again.No matter whether he is busy or not, he will harass Song Ciran from time to time.Song Ciran was struggling with the damn political issue, and was worried that no one would chat with him to listen to his scolding, so he happily opened the chat box, hiding in his room and secretly talking to Yu Qiuliang.The two of them, one cursing mathematics and the other cursing politics, were talking about completely different topics, yet they managed to talk together.

After a while, Yu Qiuliang had enough of scolding, he took a sip of hot water, and said with emotion: "I'm very angry and sad now, and I want to eat a child."

"Brother calm down, human flesh isn't that tasty." Song Ciran wrote like a fly, and the sound of flipping the paper showed that he quickly finished copying another page of practice questions.There are too many words in the political question, and the Song Ciran is written in a large number. It is conceivable that he must not have copied all the answers.He only copied the first few lines of the answer every time, and the political teacher could tell something was wrong at a glance, but he never repented, and even if he was found out, he didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed.People are shameless and invincible in the world. Song Ciran used his thick skin to fight the world in political class, and he has not lost a single defeat until now.

Thinking of his scribbled handwriting and the ugly and frightening face of the political teacher, Yu Qiuliang shuddered all over: "You should be dedicated to copying the answers, and she will accuse you later, and you will have to stand as a punishment." Standing for a thick book is no less difficult than holding a water tank on your head and breaking a boulder on your chest.

Song Ci is not ignorant but also fearless. Yu Qiuliang reminded him that he didn't care. What flows from the tip of the pen is still full of messy and beautiful handwriting. He is Zhang Xu of New China. Ten minutes later, Yu Qiuliang secretly rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of the paper.

In fact, Yu Qiuliang's irritability is true, but he said he wanted to eat children just casually, which is of course false.His irritability still comes from the disgusting math problems. He forgot who he once heard said that the most annoying thing is to work hard but never get the corresponding rewards and gains.He thought that this kind of embarrassing relationship existed between mathematics and him. He had indeed worked hard, but the return from mathematics was close to zero.

He had recognized the reality early on: he was simply not cut out for high school math.

The dismal math grades almost became a thorn in my heart, usually it didn't make any movement, just lying silently in the flesh and blood, when Yu Qiuliang moved, it would tear the flesh and make the wound bleed out.Yu Qiuliang wondered more than once whether he was too weak to bear. If he had strong tolerance, why would he be upset by such trivial things?He always thought this way, but after thinking about it more times, he actually began to believe what his father said was "trash".

Inexplicably discouraged, inexplicably withdrawn, inexplicably high hopes, inexplicably helpless.Countless inexplicable things constituted Yu Qiuliang's middle school days.He hated this life and began to resist going to school because of it.If he doesn't attend class during class, or doesn't attend class at all, only by leaving school can his stress be relieved.

He was also beaten for playing truant.At that time, he was stupid and didn't know that he wanted to avoid his parents by playing truant.Later he found out, and since then, he has regained his appearance as a good student in the eyes of his parents, and behind the good appearance, there is a weird kid who couldn't be more weird.

Some people seem to be investing when they give birth to children. Once they find that the investment is not effective, they immediately withdraw the investment, which feels like turning their face against others.Yu Qiuliang was once "withdrawn" because of the decline in grades, but after his grades improved, he was unwilling to invest in him if his parents wanted to invest in him.Not only did he start to rebel against the school, he also started to rebel against his parents.It is true that distance creates beauty. His mother will miss him only when he is far away.

He doesn't miss anyone, including his own parents.

But Lu Huaiming may be different, he often talks about Lu Huaiming.why is that?

——Maybe because he expected a long time ago that, like Lu Huaiming, he would be the kind of person who is eaten by others.

Song Ciran's last message came from 5 minutes ago. Yu Qiuliang stared at the picture for a long time, moved his fingers slowly, and sent four words: "I'm going to sleep."

This message of his had a big empty section on it, as if he really hadn't replied to Song Ciran for a long time.But in fact, only 5 minutes passed.Song Ciran's right hand was busy writing, so he didn't have time to type back, so he sent a voice message, Yu Qiuliang clicked on it, and heard him say "good night".

Yu Qiuliang tapped and listened to the phrase "good night" over and over again, and listened to it many times.He was suddenly a little scared.He thought that after he graduated, he would probably leave.Maybe he can still procrastinate, but when Song Ciran follows the laws of nature and starts to grow old, he will have to disappear and never appear in Song Ciran's world again.

At that time, I don't know if Song Ciran will say good night to him like today.

He was very confused, and he didn't understand what was going on.Do you feel that you are too weak?Do you feel like you're just running away?Are you regretting death?Are you grieving over a life without freedom?It doesn't seem to be the case, so what is he suffering from?Did he live just to make himself uncomfortable?

He has a lot of hardships that he dare not talk about, because there are always people who think that this is not suffering.Only those who have personally experienced it will know what kind of cruel torture it is.He hugged the pillow and got into the quilt, covering his face and trembling.He thought of himself when he was a child, he was pulled up and beaten when he couldn't solve a problem, he was scolded when he missed a point in the exam, he had to go to school with a fever in winter, and he regarded five yuan as a treasure.He discovered that what is imposed on him is always the most, and what he gets is always the least.He also wants to have a father with a gentle temperament like other children, and have moments of carefree play, but he can't, his play can only be built on the basis of "No.1".

He doesn't like alcohol.I don't like drinking, I don't like the smell of alcohol.It would cause him fear, and remind him of punches and kicks that landed on him.He was too kind, and for a little warm past, he willingly squatted on the ground and was beaten.He spurned himself from the bottom of his heart.There are spikes on his back, he is a little hedgehog, but the belly of a hedgehog is also soft; at some point, the little hedgehog will also expose its soft belly to dry in the sun, and it also hopes that someone will go away Come here, touch it gently and tenderly, and play with it.

He used to be a cute little hedgehog who would show his belly and roll around, but unfortunately, the people he met didn't treat him very well.He was overwhelmed by the overwhelming smell of alcohol, wine bottles, cans, and ashtrays rushed over to pour their malice on him.He still remembered that the cause of this nightmare was just a painting, and he just drew a flower on the draft paper.

It is unreasonable for parents to want to beat you.

They wanted to hit you, so they did.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, illuminating the bright spot on the ceiling, as if a little sun was about to be born.Yu Qiuliang wiped his face with the quilt, and fumbled to grab the phone. It was Yu Xiasheng who called him.

"Are there soon?" Yu Qiuliang pressed the phone to his ear, and climbed out of bed with bare feet.

"It's almost here." Yu Xiasheng's voice was mixed with electric current, which inexplicably made him feel at ease, "Open the door for me later."