seasonal flu

Chen Jun pedaled his bicycle silently, and Qi Qi didn't say a word, leaning against him quietly.When he thought of the gauze on Qi Qi's head, he felt like a cat scratching his heart, but when he thought of Zheng Nanyu telling himself not to ask, he held back.

Zheng Nanyu is right in everything he does, so he will learn from it, the exact same thing, can Qi Qi laugh at himself in exactly the same way?

Chen Jun thought he could hold on, but he was in a hurry. He parked the car in the yard and asked discouragedly, "Are you really not telling me anything?"

But Qi Qi didn't know where to start. He was afraid of trouble and didn't want to go through this sad thing from the beginning. Asking him to repeat it himself would be like uncovering the scab.But Qi Qi also knew that as long as it was something Chen Jun wanted to know, he would force it out in any way.To deal with Chen Jun, Qi Qi chose to procrastinate, and if he could suffer a day later, he would be a day later.So he took out his mobile phone and wanted to type to tell Chen Jun when he was free, but who knew that the other party snatched his mobile phone.

"What do you mean? You can not talk to others, and you can't tell me?" Chen Jun was angry, he must have something special than Zheng Nanyu, "Talk, or I won't give it to you."

"..." Qi Qi looked at him for a few seconds and only called out his name, "Chen Jun."

But Chen Jun was satisfied and gave him the phone to type.

Qi Qi tapped for a while and turned on the screen to him: I won't go to school tomorrow, please help me and the teacher take a vacation.

"If you don't go then I won't go either."

No, you said you have to study hard.

Chen Jun stared at the screen for a while, then reached out and touched the gauze on Qi Qi's forehead: "Brother Qi Qi, you are being strict with me, so it still counts if we go to the same school, right?" Tian's temper has always been sunny recently, and the injuries on his body will still increase, but he can do his homework.He wanted to touch his head, but Qi Qi felt awkward and avoided it.

The inside of the door was still very lively. There was a large round table in the living room, and a group of people who were not familiar with food and wine had already surrounded the table.Old Qi was naturally sitting in the main seat, facing the door, so he saw Qi Qi the first time he came back. "Why is your head broken?" He smoked a lot all year round, his voice was up and down, and now he was as hoarse as sawing wood, "Have you eaten?"

Qi Qi lowered his head and went upstairs without answering.

Qi's father said "tsk": "This bastard has a big temper, and he doesn't even fart when he comes home." The father and son usually rarely communicate with each other, but Qi Qi has been too silent for the past two months. It was because he was furious and didn't respond at all, which made Qi's father very angry.He would never hit a child, but when a child develops this way, he sometimes can't sleep well.

Qi's father usually likes to be a host, and treats guests at his own expense. Both acquaintances and students from all over the world can come to his house for dinner, so he is also a famous elder brother in Changming District.Most of the people who are tight on money come to his house to have a bite or two, and they are soft-mouthed. Naturally, he is the only one at the dinner table, and they all persuade him: "Hey, Brother Qi, isn't he at the age of rebellion? My daughter is also at the age of rebellion." Ignore me all day, just play with my phone!" "Yeah, it's okay to get hurt a little bit, which boy doesn't fight? I'm afraid I won't fight."

Seeing that Lao Qi was still silent, a friend poured wine for him: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so let's leave it alone. They are not young anymore. They are eighteen or nineteen years old. What can't be solved by themselves?"

"Qi Qi's face is blah, and I don't know who to follow... His mother is not like this."

Qi's father seldom mentioned his dead wife, and the acquaintances only talked about it behind their backs, and they didn't dare to talk at the table, for fear of offending him.After all, who doesn't know that the infatuated species 20 years ago, the ostentation on the wedding day, and the three-day banquet can be eaten by anyone.Qi's father is handsome and capable, and his lover is also a talented man who produces beautiful women, who are talented and beautiful.The old ladies chatted and mentioned that they all commented that they were poor and did not have good luck, hemorrhage, dystocia was gone, Qi's father couldn't think about it for a while and wanted to follow.

Uncle Yang watched them fall in love back then, and was a mutual friend of the two. At this time, he was the only one who dared to say this: "Ling'er is quite cheerful...Qi Qi is also like Ling'er, with similar eyes, big eyes. Mouth like you."

Someone who didn't know him interrupted: "Brother Qi's conditions are not bad, so why don't you find another one? Find someone younger and take care of Qi Qi."

Qi's father snorted coldly, and the others immediately stepped on that person under the table, and followed this to extend the topic to another person: "It's not that Brother Qi can't find it, it's just that he doesn't have that kind of thought. The second brother Chen wants to find it. Who wants that condition? A shabby house with an older son, even a widow looks down on him, and besides, he has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, so he came from that..."

"He came out? When did he come out? I haven't been back for a long time..."

"You don't know? It's too early. He came out two years ago. He was skinny, drunk, and loved to beat people. Didn't his wife run away because he couldn't bear the beating?"

There is also a newly married daughter-in-law who doesn't understand, and asks curiously: "Where did you come from? Is it a detention center? What happened?"

Qi's father took a sip of his wine and said very distastefully: "The one who sucks fans in, his house...is not bad at all."

"Isn't it? It turns out that he is a stupid and good person. It is abnormal after touching that, and his wife ran away with him. Does his family live on subsistence allowances now? Why do I think he is still smoking?"

"Can that thing be quit clean? If you touch it, your family will be ruined. Brother Qi borrowed him a lot of money, right? Tens of thousands? Probably not enough."

"Then his son is miserable enough. I saw him beating his son a few days ago. It was a real murder. He was addicted to his six relatives and refused to recognize him. I think the child's head was covered with blood."

"I think his son is also capable of messing around. He hangs out with gangsters all day long, with tattoos and ear piercings... whoever is a serious kid does this, I heard that his hands and feet are not clean." Everyone commented wantonly for a while. Chen Laoer's life, there are those who feel pity and those who feel that they deserve it, in short, it's all just talk, and it doesn't matter whether the details are true or false. "Brother Qi, his son is still in the same class as your Qi Qi?"

"Well, it's always been one class." Qi's father drank dry wine and started smoking again, unable to relax for a moment, "We used to have a good relationship, but now we are not so familiar."

"Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, Lao Qi, let Qi Qi stay with dubious people less."

"Yeah, you'd better take care of the child. Do you think that Qi Qi's current behavior is caused by him?"

The sound insulation of the old house is poor, and Qi Qi can hear the high-spirited talk downstairs even upstairs. He tried his best to treat this as white noise and neglected to concentrate on writing papers, but he couldn't write any more today.He lay on the bed, feeling the wound on his shoulder oozing blood, he closed his eyes, the pain was magnified, and he was pressed on the desk again in a trance.

Wang Zhihui took off his trousers and used him as an object at will. The others were accomplices who voluntarily or were forced to do the same thing.

Without Zheng Nanyu, Qi Qi huddled in the corner, with a faint pain in the inside of his leg.

"I used to put up with him, Qi Qi, if I can get you, I can get him." Wang Zhihui was sharpening a pencil with Erlang's legs crossed, lead ash and sawdust scattered on the ground, holding a carving knife with an exaggerated expression, as if Is imitating the villain of a certain TV series.This may seem a little funny at ordinary times, but at that time, Qi Qi felt very scary. The cool pencil tip scratched his left shoulder, and then pierced into the skin with force, because Wang Zhihui said, "Pencils don't paint. .”

Qi Qi fainted when the knife was cut, he was very afraid of pain.

Needless to say, Zheng Nanyu, Qi Qi didn't want to come to class the next day, not only the next day, he hoped never to go to school.

Anyway, he is just a marginal person, it doesn't matter if he has one or not.Not gregarious, average grades, liking men... How do those friends think of him?Is it also because of Zheng Nanyu that he barely got close to him?He keeps saying sorry every time his emotions are leaked, but in fact it still troubles everyone. In fact, everyone is annoyed by him, right?

Qi Qi doesn't want to go to school anymore, how will he hide when he meets Wang Zhihui again, will this happen a third time?Can he hide behind Zheng Nanyu every time?Nope, he's weirdly gay, with unfinished marks on his shoulders.The more he recalled Zheng Nanyu's kindness to him, the more frightened he became, feeling that he had nothing to repay, and he was dragging other people's reputation for no reason.

One day off is Qiqi's reprieve, he doesn't have to tell his father, Qi's father won't care if he skips class or takes sick leave, if he doesn't go downstairs for a day, Qi's father won't find out that he didn't go to school.

Qi Qi took off the gauze on his forehead, and wept weakly in front of the mirror.He heard the conversation downstairs, he missed his mother.If both he and Chen Jun had mothers and were happy children, would their lives be different now?In the photo frame, the bright and cheerful mother in other people's mouths, what should I do when encountering such a thing?Where is the person who will hug him tightly and comfort him no matter what?

Qi Qi asked a lot of questions, but his mother just looked at him with those big eyes like him in the photo frame, and she was also unable to speak like him.