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The second half of the dream was blurred with my memory.

I can no longer remember what Ms. Afro said to the teacher, and I don't remember whether Zhang San came to settle accounts with me in the end.

The last scene in the office I remember is that the tattooed dad slammed the cigarette butt on the desk, and then picked up the chair amidst the screams of the teacher, making a gesture to swing it down.The lady with the afro was frightened by his sudden outburst, her face paled. She no longer had the arrogance just now, and stood there dumbfounded, watching the chair smashed towards her.

In the end, it was Zhong Linyun who rushed forward and stood between his father and the explosive head.

The chair was blocked by him, and it also smashed a large bruise on his back.

I was the one who accompanied Zhong Linyun to the infirmary at that time. The wound on his back was scary, mixed with redness, swelling and purple, and even the tattoo on his shoulder was hideous.

He lay on the bed in the infirmary without saying a word, and I sat on the chair and burst into tears.

I was terribly frightened and cried for a long time. In the end, I couldn't even breathe smoothly. My face was flushed, and I looked worse than Zhong Linyun.

Zhong Linyun finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked me not to cry.

"The wound is on my body but not on yours." He was puzzled, his small face was wrinkled, and he said fiercely, "Why are you crying?"

"It looks... hiccup... so scary... it hurts." I said out of breath.

"It's okay." He said, "It doesn't hurt that much, so don't cry."

So I howled loudly, "So it still hurts."

Zhong Linyun was at a loss, his expression looked very bewildered.

That was the first time I saw anything other than gloom on his face.

I cried in the dark, without restraint, and the sound almost set the teaching building up.

After a long time, I was tired from crying, so I took out a small crumpled candy roll from my pocket, and stuffed one into my mouth. Halfway through my mouth, I remembered that there was a sick patient lying next to me.

There are no condolences for the sick, so I shamelessly smashed it and ate it.

"Do you eat candy?" I sobbed and handed out the candy.

Probably because my expression was too terrified, it was filled with the threat of "If you dare to refuse me, you will cry for another half an hour", Zhong Linyun had to reach out.

"Eat." He put the candy in his mouth, and a small piece of his cheek bulged out, "Don't cry."

When he said this, Zhong Linyunping was lying on the bed with his head on the side, and the pillow pressed his side face out of the obvious cheek flesh, which seemed to feel good.

I wanted to poke it very much at the time, but because I didn't dare, I didn't do it in the end.

Zhong Linyun's eyes were helpless and confused, like an otter in the lake looking at the sprawling tortoise on the shore, wondering how it could be so clumsy that it couldn't turn itself over in two hours.

What a fragile piece of crap.

This is the end of the dream.

My tragic childhood experience of being isolated and bullied also ends here.

I became Zhong Linyun's first friend, and Zhong Linyun taught me the laws of society with practical actions-whether you are reasonable or not, the one with the big fist is the master.

Zhang, San, Li, Si, Wang and Wu never dared to trouble me so blatantly, because Zhong Linyun couldn't beat them all.

But my resentment towards them didn't fade away as they disappeared from my life.

So in my next dream, I turned into Schwarzenegger's Three Hundred Spartan Warriors, and beat the crap out of these three unlucky guys, while Zhong Linyun sat aside and watched me show my skills.

I have to say that the image of Zhong Linyun in my heart is really deep-rooted. Even in the dream, he did not show that kind of admiration and admiration that I hope to see on his face.

He just sat there with a blank expression on his face, applauding me mechanically, his movements were soulless, like a nursery audience who didn't pay enough.

People say that dreams and reality are opposite. I had five dreams in one night.

Three bad dreams, one good dream, and one bad dream.

God just grabbed the good one and asked me to collect interest.

Woke up early in the morning with unread text messages.

I looked, man, my card is frozen.

Don't even think about it, it must have been frozen by my dad.

My dad, as a father with a legitimate blood relationship, has raised me for more than ten years. The only fatherly responsibility he has fulfilled is to give me a supplementary card, and put a moderate amount into it every month.

I was estranged from him at a very young age, or rather I was never close to him.

So between me and my dad, there are basically no emotional disputes, only interests.

Whenever I don't have a few serious words with my dad all month, but at the end of the month, I receive a huge amount that is hard to ignore.

I always feel that my father is really not like my own father.

Perhaps, I should call him respectfully, godfather.

It's still the kind of stupid godfather who just wants to pay for money without talking about service.

Although I am full of complaints, the monthly fixed income on the card is indeed my only source of income.

Even though I despise this father-son relationship, I still have to spend the money my father gave me very unreasonably.

But now, my dad has cut off my source of income, including my small treasury.

I can't help but sigh with emotion.

I ran away from home for two months, and now my money is cut off.

Really, extremely high efficiency.

I don't think my dad gave me two months of squandering time to give me a period of consideration and reflection, or to show mercy and let me go.

He just forgot.

He doesn't remember at all that there is such a monthly expenditure of "paying money to the children".

This is normal.

After all, he seems to have a bad memory.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted every day for more than ten years, as if he had forgotten that his wife gave him a son a few years ago.

I deeply suspect that my dad may have been on a whim and accidentally checked last month's bills, and then he came to his senses.

Oh, I also raised a useless son outside.

Then the account was frozen.

Anyway, when I woke up, I lost my income and was kicked out of the well-off society and joined the abject poverty class.

When I think that I may be even poorer than Zhong Linyun now, I feel a sense of sadness of "30 years of Hedong" in my heart.

All morning, I stuck my arms and held my face, waiting for my dad's call.

I waited for him to call me to educate me bravado, and to instigate me to go back with coercion and lure.

Then I can politely refuse him, and tell him loudly and with the facts that I will not go back.

I will play the role of those silly, white and sweet heroines in film and television dramas in my true colors. Facing the temptation of money and the helplessness of reality, I flick my hair arrogantly and speak nonsense.

Money can make me smile briefly, but it can't buy my soul.

Of course, the lines of the silly, white and sweet heroine will not have the previous sentence, and I am far more lively and beautiful than those stereotyped women.

I waited and waited for a long time, until the hour hand pointed to the afternoon, but I didn't wait for my dad's message.

I have to admit.

I really overestimated my weight in my dad's heart, and I really underestimated my dad's arrogance.

He may think that the trash son doesn't want it.If you die and fall down, you have nothing to lose when you live, but there are some regrets.Or they are proud to think that a kid who has never suffered a lot can't bear the financial pressure, and will automatically run back after a few days of hunger.

Nothing to persuade.

I knocked on the table, and also knocked on my inner irritability.

I sneered, as long as I can have half of my dad's calm attitude and the arrogance that everyone is rubbish.

It's not like being kidnapped by others' criticism for so many years.

It's true that good things are not inherited, and all bad things are revealed.

Anyway, that's the reality.

I opened Alipay and WeChat, estimated the amount a little, and then sadly and of course found that the amount in it was enough to last me for two weeks at most.

When I ran away from home, there was a unilateral uproar, and I wished I could call all the friends I knew and announce to them that I was out of the control of my parents.

At that time, the senior who had the experience of running away from home came over to remind me when he was getting dizzy from drinking...

Xiaoxing...

I said, that word is pronounced Heng, and it is pronounced horizontally anyway.

He waved his hand and said it was not important, the important thing is that if we come out to hang out, we still have to keep a hand, make plan B as soon as possible, transfer assets as soon as possible, and become financially independent as soon as possible, this can be regarded as the real escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

At that time, when I first entered the society, I was innocent, and with a wave of my hand,

Money is all outside the body, I - don't care.

Looking back, I really want to mourn for myself.

I really don’t cry without seeing the coffin, short-sighted and incompetent.

Facing poverty, I had to rethink the meaning of life and how to continue my life.

Spending money is my forte, getting rich is not.

So I thought hard for a long time, and finally decided to consult an expert in this area.

"Hey, you don't usually do any odd jobs." I broke into Zhong Linyun's room in the middle of the night and asked.

Zhong Linyun's biggest advantage is that he is not very curious and doesn't know how to get to the bottom of things.

Without looking up, he said, "Yes."

"Probably something." I continued to ask.

"Lending money, collecting money, beating people."

This answer is really quite unpunished.

But it was expected.

I licked my lower lip and asked seriously, "Do you think I can do these jobs?"

Zhong Linyun finally raised his head and looked over.

He had a strange expression on his face, his mouth was pursed, and he didn't say a word.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and I think I have got a very sincere answer.

After a long time, Zhong Linyun said, "Lack of money recently?"

"Yeah." I admitted without hesitation, "My dad told me to go home, and if I don't return, my card will be suspended. I have to find a way to make money."

Zhong Linyun thought for a moment.

I don't think he doesn't know how to get money quickly, but most of those methods are not suitable for introducing to me.

After all, not everyone can be as awesome as him. If you get a job and get cut ten dollars, not only did you not die, but you didn't resign.

"Do you know how to make milk tea? There is a shop on the side of the road looking for..."

"No." I simply denied it.

"Is it okay to study? The tutoring market is also very hot."

"not good."

"The dance teacher can think about it, I remember you seem to be in the seventh grade of ballet..."

"Don't think about it, I don't want to be a teacher."

I ruthlessly refused, and added, "There is still an eighth grade."

"Oh." Zhong Linyun said softly, and the various expressions on his face gradually dissipated, and he returned to his usual stern look.

he said calmly.

"I think you just listen to your father and go back."