That night, Hang Qi tossed and turned on the bed, listening to the heavy rain and sharp wind whistling outside the window, his face was as sickly as ever, and the bruises of fighting beside his temples rubbed into a bit of messy on his face.

But his eyes were pitch black like obsidian, and the tiny shone with a spirit that had never appeared.

After a while, he finally couldn't help but sit up on the cold and hard bed with one hand.

Without the bedside lamp, he pressed the alarm clock, and the faint light of light yellow illuminated a small area, just illuminating the several medals and cards on the old cabinet at the head of his bed.

These two things lie here, which are incompatible with this dead little room, but they bring some vitality to these old and old furniture.

Hang Qi picked up the card and rubbed it quietly with his fingers.

He stared at the small expression on the card, remained silent for a long time, and pursed his lips very thinly.

...

There was a child who was not strong enough to care about the outside world's vision, without friends and relatives, and to build a cold appearance and grow wildly. He was just a man. In class, the teacher asked to be grouped, but no one was willing to be with him. He watched the other children form a team, and stood alone, feeling at a loss, and wanted to find a pitiful ghost who crawled into the ground.

He hates, is afraid, and is afraid of the handicraft classes, physical education classes, queuing up to do exercises, and seats when getting on the bus.

That means that he will be left pitifully again and again.

Everyone looked at him, and the teacher would also look at him with a headache: "What should I do? Then you can just team up with one person."

At this time, he always felt that he had done something wrong.

He didn't know what he did wrong.

Other children are very happy to meet friends when they go to school, but when they were young, they would start to feel nervous every morning when they stepped into school, and they would be afraid that they would have group tasks again today.

He also raised his head quietly like other children, envious of the brightest and most popular child in the class.

But what others envy is that the man has the coolest car model and can go abroad to play, but what he envies is that every time the other party forms a team, he can be 100% chosen, and there is no need to be nervous and afraid.

No one can understand the taste of being alone better than Hang Qi.

It's like you are running alone in the tunnel, with no one in front, back, left and right, only empty, cold wind whistling, no light, and no echo.

After many years of this, he has become accustomed to it.

No one has ever cared about him, no one has ever cared about him, he has always been a self-destructive person.

But now, a series of sudden tenderness has entered his life.

A few boxes of cold medicine, injury medicine, and hot water that came quietly may be just a small matter that is not worth mentioning for others, but for him, it is the first time he has received a little warmth in his life.

All the loneliness and coldness of the past are also a little more vivid because of this warmth.

Hang Qi's chest was filled with complex emotions... He still couldn't completely determine whether this was a prank or whether someone was really caring about him. But, no matter what, he wanted to seize this little kindness as if he was catching a life-saving straw.

But if this kindness will disappear tomorrow.

Hang Qi was worried about gains and losses, and thought with fear.

If that person suddenly feels bored, feels bored, and then suddenly takes back all the alms. Or, he feels that he is not worth it, and he will never behave like this to him again.

Thinking of this, his heart frustrated, and his eyes finally lit up a little and dimmed. He was suddenly afraid that someone would find that his left ear was somewhat disabled, and he was even more afraid than before.

My previous worries were nothing more than not wanting to be treated with strange eyes in this school, causing trouble and wasting time to fight. But now I am afraid of being disliked by the person who has never shown up.

Hang Qi closed his eyes and fell back on the bed. He reached under the pillow and touched his white ones. He was always regarded as a hearing aid for headphones by his classmates...

He had to cover up carefully and seize that person tightly.

It finally cleared on Friday, and the clouds in the sky broke through a small, light gray mouth.

Hang Qi got up very early, very early. Before he left, he rarely wrapped a black down jacket outside his thin school uniform. The tall boy looked slender and awe-inspiring.

He rode his bicycle and ran past the road. Before the school uniform zipper was blown by the wind, there were no vehicles on the road, and the earliest bus shifts did not start running.

Hang Qi came to the school early, stopped his bicycle quickly, and then ran directly to the classroom. The door locks of the classroom have always been managed by the study committee members. The classroom has not opened yet. Even if it is opened, Hang Qi could not search for more than 60 classmates' homework and compare their handwriting.

He glanced at the locked office and thought that he could go to the Chinese teacher to get the test paper.

Every time I take Chinese exams, the students complained that they wrote too many words, and that they would be useless once the exams. Although the word "Hang Qi" is a bit unfamiliar and may not appear in these test papers, the words "六", "umbrella", and " medal" must have appeared in Chinese test questions, and he will definitely be able to compare the handwriting.

Now I just wait for the office to open and the Chinese teacher is here.

Hang Qi had an idea in his mind, but his throat was dry. When he went downstairs to the cafeteria, he couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple.

I feel timid in my hometown.

He wanted to know who that person was, but he was also a little afraid to know. He was just afraid that once the other party knew that he knew her identity, he would no longer be kind to him.

Hang Qi lowered his eyes and went downstairs with his worries, but his steps were much lighter than usual. His eyes were as dark as ever, and his indifference was like the cold fog in the morning. But if you look closely, you will find that there is a faint childlike color.

The cafeteria opened much earlier than the classroom.

Hang Qi came to the window. It was the fifth day of this week. The aunt who was making breakfast added chicken legs to his plate. Hang Qi was in a complicated mood a few times before, thinking that it was someone's prank. In addition to being surprised, he was disgusted and resisted.

But now he thought, it would be fine if he was a prank once or twice, but who would have been so kind to treat him for so long that he would not come out to see him be ugly?

Not a prank.

——Even if it was a prank, he admitted it.

Hang Qi tasted the chicken legs this morning, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little more anticipation and praying.

However, the number of people in the cafeteria gradually increased. After he quickly finished breakfast, he was still not used to so many people. He calmed his expression and placed the plates in recycling, and went back towards the teaching building.

Hang Qi's subjects were almost full marks, but the Chinese language was not very good. The Chinese language teacher also had no good impression of his loneliness and silence. When he saw him waiting outside early at the door of the office, his eyes first fell on the several purple bruises on his neck, and he frowned.

"Have you lost the test paper? Why did you lose the test paper?"

Hang Qi raised his eyes and looked at her with no expression.

The Chinese teacher wanted to say something, but he also thought of the rumors he heard on the bus when he came to school this morning.

She didn't see the fight between Hang Qi and Zhou Yan with her own eyes, but when she heard from other teachers on the bus this morning, she looked worried.

Hang Qi is taller than Zhou Yan, but the boy is thin and not thicker than Zhou Yan. But when fighting, it is really fatal. Three teachers can't stop him. One of the male teachers even got punched in the ribs.

The Chinese teacher was a small man and looked at the boy who was one head higher than him. He felt a little scared, so he swallowed the criticism back.

"Come in."

Hang Qi said that he had lost the test paper, so he used this as an excuse to correct the mistakes in a bunch of test papers that he had been checked out by the teacher.

He flipped through the font very quickly, and he was familiar with it. If he saw a similar font, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance.

But ten minutes passed and I still couldn't find it.

He couldn't help frowning his eyebrows, a little anxious.

The Chinese teacher poured tea in front of the water dispenser and couldn't help but urge: "Have you found the test paper?"

Hang Qi had already turned over the test papers of his classmates, and even turned over the two stacks of test papers of the next class on the table next to him, but he still couldn't find it.

The girls' fonts are similar, beautiful and upright, but Hang Qi is sure that they are not all written by that person.

... Could it be that I am dreaming?

The moment Hang Qi walked out of the office, he was almost a little dazed, but the card in his trouser pocket clearly reminded him that the people who have been kind to him these days existed, not dreams.

Hang Qi was a little disappointed, lowered his eyelashes, and on the way back to the classroom, he ran into someone in the corridor and didn't notice it.

What he was more afraid of than not finding that person was that the person disappeared from then on...

And at the same time, in the classroom.

Tan Mingming looked broken and jumped around Zhou Yan and the boys in the back row in a crazy manner. His nose was still emitting a strong nasal sound, and he cursed anxiously: "Zhou Yan, give it back to me!"

What she was worried about last night actually happened!

Before going to bed last night, she was nervous to think that she must get up early today. She was the first to come to the classroom to pack her draft and then add some boiled water to Hang Qi. However, she was wet yesterday and might have caught a cold. She was head-heavy in the middle of the night and rancidly, so she got up and took medicine. She finally fell asleep until the second half of the night...

The next day, I completely forgot about this... I was scolded by Tan's mother, squeezed onto the bus with dark circles, and shook to the school in a daze before I suddenly remembered it!

Originally, my previous test paper was difficult to notice, so I took last week's Chinese test paper for example. After I handed it to the study committee member, I didn't know if it was lost by the study committee member. I had to confirm it every time.

However, it may be that I have finally been less passerby these days, and the draft is likely to be seen!

Tan Mingming ran to the classroom, panting and then saw that—it was indeed seen. Zhou Yan was holding his draft book, with a bruised face, smiling like a rooster crowing.

"Where is this female classmate, the primary school student, and she is still cursing in the draft book?"

Zhou Yan is the boy in the class who loves pranks the most. He usually has a bad attitude towards boys who don’t like him, but he doesn’t know how to do anything with girls. He just came to see the words on Tan Mingming’s homework book early in the morning and felt angry and funny. The little girl is usually inconspicuous in the class. Who gave her the courage to scold him?

I also drew a circle to curse myself, fuck, this is not here to anger people, this is here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be here to be

Tan Mingming: Laughing at you, a big-headed ghost.

Zhou Yan smiled so much that the corners of his mouth were almost torn open, and he quickly covered the corners of his mouth that had been beaten to the point of his bruised face and hissed.

At this moment, Hang Qi came in through the back door of the classroom.

He looked a little absent-minded, his eyelashes were half-hung, and his head was not raised.

Zhou Yan's wounds were painful as if he was reflecting the condition. He stopped raising Tan Mingming's draft book with caution and stared at him.

Tan Mingming was also a little nervous—

The main reason is that I am afraid that Hang Qi will scan the words on the draft, which is really embarrassing.

Hang Qi walked over completely, and Tan Mingming and Zhou Yan were relieved at the same time. She looked up and glared at Zhou Yan and urged: "You give it back to me quickly, otherwise I will tell the teacher."
To be continued...