Chapter 2: Chapter 2
[The first get out of class is over, and we'll meet behind the teaching building.]
Liu Cheng felt that his eyes were strange. Not only was he not afraid, but he also had the calmness of winning. But he didn't think Fu Jia dared to resist him, so he grinned, "You're smart."
A class ended soon, and Fu Jia and Liu Cheng stepped out of the classroom.
Behind the teaching building is a small forest with lush trees, but the planning is not good, it is blocked by the teaching building and shrouded in shadows. This is the favorite place for people like Liu Cheng, where beating or cursing is very hidden.
Liu Cheng took out a cigarette and smoked it. From lighting the fire to puffing out the smoke ring, his movements were smooth: "Give me the money, can you make money by standing still?"
Fu Jia leaned back against the tree trunk and stretched out his hand to him.
Liu Cheng squinted his eyes due to the smoke, but he could clearly see that his hand was not a red banknote, but a small utility knife.
He raised his hand and slapped Fu Jia's head to the side: "Are you kidding me?"
Fu Jia straightened his neck as if he didn't feel the pain: "I don't have money, and you can't get money from me even in your dreams." ."
Liu Cheng thought this was ridiculous. Did he hear it wrong? How dare Fu Jia talk to him like this? He clenched his fist and made a gesture to hit him: "Do you want to die?"
Fu Jia tore off the outer shell of the knife, threw it on the ground, pressed the blade to his neck, and said, "Aren't you afraid of the teacher, are you afraid of the police? Now I use this to scratch my own neck, and then call the police, do you think the police will arrest you?"
Liu Cheng cursed and spit the burning cigarette on the ground: "You think I am a junior high school student Can I be fooled by your two words?" He stepped up and snatched the knife from Fu Jia's hand.
Fu Jia let go of his hand and let him take the knife away.
Liu Cheng was so angry that his head was smoking, as if he had been humiliated, he swears and cursed outside, while raising his foot and kicking Fu Jia's stomach.
He exerted 12% of his strength, and Fu Jia supported himself on the tree, but he still took several steps backwards and fell to the ground.
Liu Cheng made another kick.
Almost at the same time, hurried footsteps sounded behind them, several teachers hurried over, saw the knife in Liu Cheng's hand from a distance, and stopped loudly:
"What are you doing, put down the knife!"
Fu Jia weakly said Leaning against the wall, pretending to be terrified.
The teachers ran over and restrained Liu Cheng's hand holding the knife. Liu Cheng subconsciously grabbed the teacher's hand, but naturally he couldn't. He looked at Fu Jia, not missing the smile that was about to slip away from his eyes.
There is nothing to argue about. Although Liu Cheng kept defending, how could the teachers believe what he said? He is notoriously a bad student, not to mention they saw Liu Cheng kick someone with their own eyes.
The teachers took Liu Cheng away, leaving a male teacher to comfort Fu Jia.
He patted Fu Jia on the back, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, a classmate reported it in time. Carrying knives is strictly prohibited in school. How dare he do such a thing?" Although the atmosphere of No. 16 Middle School is loose and chaotic, it is also afraid of bloodshed.
Fu Jia nodded, can I not be in time? He bought that classmate twenty yuan worth of snacks, and told him to seize the right moment, not to be too early or too late for a second.
Fu Jia said: "Thank you teacher, I am not afraid anymore, I will go back to class now." The
teacher smiled gratifiedly: "You don't have to worry, we will definitely teach Liu Cheng a lesson." The
teacher sent Fu Jia into the classroom all the way, Fu Jia sat obediently in her seat, opened the textbook and acted like a good student. When the teacher was far away, he closed the book abruptly, ran all the way downstairs, and returned to the small forest behind the teaching building.
The half of the cigarette that Liu Cheng spit out was still there.
Fu Jia picked up the cigarette, put it in his pocket, and went to the store on campus to buy a lighter. The class bell rang, and instead of going back to the classroom, he went to the bathroom.
He took out the cigarette, wrapped his sleeve around the cigarette holder and wiped it carefully, then stuffed it into his mouth.
He imitated Liu Cheng's movements as much as possible, but it was still clumsy. When he managed to light the cigarette and inhaled the first puff, the burning sensation eroded his lungs, and he tried his best not to cough.
This is his trophy.
After self-study next night, Fu Jia returned to Lin's villa and keenly noticed something unusual in the mansion.
Mrs. Chen said: "Madam's nephew is here."
Fu Jia was stunned: "Which nephew?"
Mrs. Chen gave him a strange look: "Which nephew can there be?"
Fu Jia pursed her lips.
Mrs. Chen looked at him as if she had seen through something, and there was something resembling pity in her drooping eyes: "He and Fengfeng are in the yard."
Fu Jia responded and returned to her room.
He likes his room sometimes.
The room was a servant's room, with extremely poor lighting and poor ventilation. During the rainy season, the quilt was so damp that water could be squeezed out. But if you find the right angle, you can see the courtyard of the Lin family villa from a gap.
The courtyard was lit. Lin Fengxun sat in a wheelchair with his back facing Fu Jia, and a young man stood beside him. Lin Fengxun raised his head and said something, the boy squatted down and helped him tighten the blanket covering his body.
Duoduo, the golden retriever that Lin Feng was looking for, approached his owner with a ball in his mouth, and kept circling around the boy.
The boy rubbed Duoduo's head, and following its jumping movements, he turned to Fu Jia's side.
His eyes were downcast and his face was handsome.
Fu Jia stared at him greedily, as if his eyes were hot enough to possess this person.
Lin Fengxun turned his face sideways, opened and closed his lips, and called out something.
After watching it for almost ten years, Fu Jia could easily understand his mouth shape——
"Brother Qi An."
Fu Jia followed suit with the same mouth shape.
There was a hole in his heart, a big black hole pulling at him, and he was about to fall to the bottom, almost.
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