The bully thought he was wearing a book

Yi Huai didn't mean to lose his temper with He Yanyan.

In fact, whenever He Yanyan mentioned this matter to him at another time, such as the day when the midterm exam results were released, his reaction would not be so strong.

It's just that someone mentioned Yi Zhengchen in front of him just today, letting him know that no matter how much he doesn't want to admit it, he still has the status of an unpopular "son of a criminal".

And now even He Yanyan wanted to abandon him and start a new life.

The new husband and new son are all clean and have nothing to do with criminals.

Yi Huai gritted his teeth, his knuckles turned white slightly, and restrained the urge to drop the cell phone he was holding tightly to the ground.

At this time, the guests at the big table in front had finished their meal, and the waiter at the door called them in.

Liao Zhengyi jumped down from the chair and walked inside, reaching out to greet the other four people as he walked: "Qi Dog, Yi Huai... Hey, Yi Huai, why are you in a daze, are you hungry?"

Yi Huai stood up, unable to squeeze a smile on his face, he said blankly: "You guys eat, I don't have an appetite today."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at anyone's reaction, turned around and left, and he didn't look back when anyone called him.

He didn't know where he was going either, but it was neither back to school nor home.

There is a subway station near this store, and the green light at the end of the sidewalk is flashing. Yi Huai ran across the zebra crossing, and a delivery motorcycle brushed past him, and the corners of his clothes were picked up by the wind.

The traffic lights turned red, and traffic rolled behind him for a moment, cutting off his view from across the road.

No one will come to him for the time being.

Yi Huai went through the security check, and took the fastest one among the two trains in the opposite direction.

The subway in Yuanchuan is full of people at any time, and I have never seen a time when there are empty seats on the train.Yi Huai leaned on the junction of the two carriages, swaying along with the running of the subway, the cool wind from the vent blowing into his neck, he didn't want to move.

The car drove for several stops, and there was a vacant seat near Yi Huai. He walked over and sat down. After a while, the girl next to him asked him for WeChat.

Yi Huai is very good at handling such things on weekdays, but today he can only say "forget it" dryly.

Afraid of embarrassing the girls, he got out of the car at the next stop.

It just so happened that not far from this station was the Yongfu Temple that Cheng Ke had told him about before. Yi Huai didn't believe this, but thought that the temple was empty and empty, so he could somewhat relax his mind, so he went over to buy a ticket without hesitation.

Although Yongfu Temple is a pure place of Buddhism, peach blossoms are planted all over the yard. The incense is at its peak when the flowers bloom in spring. Now that winter is coming, there are only tourists in twos and threes in the temple.

Yi Huai walked around the main hall, the temperature is low recently, even the sun is not warming his body, it can only coat people with a thin layer of bright color, which is cold and sharp.

Inside the vermilion gate of the main hall is gloomy, offering tablets and statues, Vajra glaring, Bodhisattva bowing his eyebrows.

Yi Huai didn't intend to go in, so he squinted at the door for a while and then walked away.

There is a bridge connecting the main hall and the side hall. Yi Huai stepped on it and saw that the river below was already half-frozen, and the place where it could be exposed to sunlight was still bubbling, while the part in the shadow was already opaque. .

There is a small stall at the entrance of the side hall, selling the kind of wooden signs used for praying.

The tree behind the booth used to hang the wooden sign is bare, and the leaves have fallen off. When the wind blows, the wooden signs tied with red strings will collide with each other, making a not so crisp sound.

The stall owner was a little old man. He adjusted the reading glasses on his face, squinted at him and said, "Buy one?"

Yi Huai felt that it was not easy to do business in this cold weather, so he actually scanned the receiving code of the other party and transferred the money to him.

"The pen is here, write it yourself." The stall owner handed him a soft ink pen.

Yi Huai didn't answer: "No need."

The old man "tsk tut" twice: "No need? The young man is living so smoothly, without any wishes?"

"No." Yi Huai raised his head and looked at the wooden signs full of trees, "It's useless to make my wish."

Time cannot be turned back, and what he wants will never come back.

But the old man insisted: "How do you know it's useless? This big tree has lived for almost 100 years. It's very clever. Before, people often came to take down the sign to fulfill their wishes."

After a pause, he looked at Yi Huai again through the lens on his face: "I didn't say that, you think I don't know, but you little boys of seventeen or eighteen years old, you always pretend to be about the college entrance examination Fen'er, or the little girl you like, you can't fit in anything else, and you're still depressed here."

Yi Huai knew from his grandma that elderly people are quite stubborn, so he didn't argue with the old man, took the pen and the sign together, stood and pondered for a while, but couldn't finish writing.

The old stall owner was also idle today, and seeing Yi Huai's reaction, he felt quite happy: "Still can't figure it out? Let me tell you, just write down the name of the little girl you like, maybe one day she will come over Saw."

"No." Yi Huai said.

The old man guessed that he had never seen such a troublesome person who made a wish, so he enthusiastically advised him: "Then write about your good friends, it is not easy to be good friends with each other for a lifetime."

Seeing that Yi Huai still didn't move, he was surprised and said, "Why, you don't even have a friend?"

"How is it possible?" Yi Huai said.

The first thing he thought of just now was Qi Hangzhi, but he wasn't sure if he and the other party were purely friends.

Will friends kiss and hug him like Qi Hangzhi did today?

The old man next to him thought he was amused: "Why don't you write it, you lied to me?"

Yi Huai is the kind of person who is easily provoked. Hearing the old man whispering in his ear, he picked up a pen and scribbled three words in an attempt to shut up the other party.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice: "You don't eat at noon, so you come here to engage in feudal superstition activities?"

Yi Huai quickly put the pen cap aside, covered the written side of the wooden sign in his hand, then turned around and asked in shock, "How do you know I'm here?"

Qi Hang didn't say a word, he looked at his watch, it was nearly an hour since Yi Huai ran away from the hotel entrance.

He is not a fairy, and he can't guess where the puppy will go right away. Fortunately, the road is very narrow, and the red light is not too long. After entering the subway station, he still has time to judge the time of the latest train. Guess which direction Yi Huai is sitting in.

He went in that direction to the outskirts of the city. He read the names of the stations, picked out the ones with scenic spots and business districts nearby, and decided to look for them next to each other.

In fact, he wasn't sure that Yi Huai wanted to go to these places, but he had no choice but to try because he had no basis.

Fortunately, he found the right one.

Qi Hang saw Yi Huai trying to hide the things behind his back, stepped forward and asked, "What did you write that made you so nervous?"