The dumb guy who sells finger pies

"Qi Yunqiu, regarding your performance during this time, the teacher doesn't want to say anything about you. You know... This is your honorary certificate from a math competition a month ago. Take the first prize. You are a Outstanding child, the teachers in charge of the class are unwilling to give up on you, I hope you will not make fun of your own future."

In front of the house, a dim light was cast from overhead.Qi Yunqiu, whose whole body was wet, had his eyes hidden in the shadows, and was tightly clutching the red-covered certificate in his hand.

There is only darkness in sight.The food was still set on the table, but there was no one in front of the table.

Qi Yunqiu's eyes were gloomy and cold, before he turned around and took two steps, his frail body swayed violently, almost hitting the door frame.

"cough……"

Qi Yunqiu climbed onto the door frame, breathing deeply in the darkness, as if he was trying to calm down the dizziness.

If someone touched Qi Yunqiu's cheek with their fingers at this moment, they would definitely find that higher than usual body temperature.

After a long while, he slowly straightened up and rushed to the cabinet in the living room to search for medicines.

It was just that they refused to blackmail other students with the group of fish, dragons, tigers and jackals after school, so that those students took the opportunity to escape, and ended up in this tragic end of being chased back into the pool.

If it wasn't for that girl to help him, maybe he would be even worse than he is now.

Thinking of this, Qi Yunqiu pursed his lips.At the same time, he opened the medicine box in his hand, but he could only pull out an empty plastic piece.He frowned slightly, found another box, opened it, but it was the same situation.

With a violent shake of the empty box, Qi Yunqiu sat down on the ground.

Fidgeting to open another drawer, Qi Yunqiu stopped short before reaching his hand in.

It was a piece of yellow lined paper.It looked like it was torn from his homework without his knowledge.

In the next second, his heart seemed to be stabbed severely.

The five big characters "Divorce Agreement" were engraved on the title with a black gel pen and his mother's handwriting.

Qi Yunqiu was stunned.

Black gel pen, mother's handwriting, and paper torn from my homework book have created this handwritten divorce agreement.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted his bangs in disbelief, and reached out to take out the lined paper that was piercing in the darkness so much that he could barely open his eyes.

On the wet clothes, water droplets kept dripping on the ground.

Qi Yunqiu looked at it for a long time before he seemed to regain his composure.

Suddenly, he crumpled the thing and threw it back into the drawer, and then kicked the drawer back hard.

Obviously, not even a draft at all.

Qi Yunqiu suddenly smiled lowly.

"Cough...cough cough cough cough!!!"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering cough burst from his throat!

Like a torrent, it is hard to stop being scraped by the lifeless voice!

In the huge room, Qi Yunqiu lay on the cold water-stained floor alone and embarrassed, hunched over.

After a lot of difficulty, he managed to find his mobile phone which he had put aside, and tremblingly dialed the number of "Crazy".

It seemed like a century of waiting.

"Hello? Son?"

In the silent room, a man's majestic voice came from the other end of the phone, with a slightly surprised tone.

Qi Yunqiu, who was lying on the ground, placed the hands-free mobile phone on the ground in front of his eyes, and took a deep breath: "When are you coming back?"

"what happened?"

"I will ask when you will come back!"

"I let you talk, what happened!"

"...I have a fever. I fell into the sink, and there is no medicine at home."

"How... how could it still fall into the pool? So careless! Have you searched all over the house?"

"I've searched all over!"

"Wait, I'll ask your mother."...

"I can't get away from the business side, and my parents can't go back now. Son, are you feeling bad? I think Xiao Nuo will be back in a while. Why don't Dad call him now and ask him to bring you the medicine... "

"Enough!" Qi Yunqiu almost screamed impatiently.

"You don't need to come back! It's best not to come back forever!!"

Hearing this, the man was instantly furious! "Qi Yunqiu! What are you talking about? Say it again if you have the guts!"

The other end of the phone became chaotic due to the man's anger, and a woman's voice was vaguely asking the man what happened.

"I said you will never come back!! You are not there when you should be here, and you are annoying me to death when you shouldn't be here! I hope you don't come back!"

Qi Yunqiu was lying on his back, facing the ceiling, he had already clutched the phone in his hand at some point, his bloodshot eyes were as big as copper bells!Howling heart-piercingly in the empty room!

The voice was so loud that the woman on the other end snatched the man's cell phone and cursed back.

"Qi Yunqiu, it's really against you! Mom wants to ask you, what did your parents do to you? Who are we working hard for all these years? We need you to eat or need you to wear? Tell me Ah! What are you dissatisfied with?! Why don’t you put you first, and want you to get into a good high school and a good university! You are good, you think you can sit back and relax when you go to a key high school, right! Look at you now The virtues! You are only in the first year of high school, are you going to beg for food in the future?!"

"Yes, yes! Don't say anything. What you said is right, I don't need anything! I don't need anything! Cough...cough cough! Is this okay?"

Regardless of his mother's intention to get angry, he hung up the phone, then stood up and turned off the phone, and opened the door in a daze.

"Yunqiu!" Xue Nuo appeared in front of his eyes.

Qi Yunqiu violently slapped him away, and rushed out like crazy, drenched and embarrassed!

In the sky, there was a drizzle at some point.

After running for a certain distance, Qi Yunqiu came to the street.

Most of the passers-by on the road were holding umbrellas, but Qi Yunqiu was the only one who ran against the crowd with both hands empty-handed, stumbling towards the bustling place recklessly.

The pain in his body was mixed with sweat and rain embedded in every inch of his skin and flesh, and the neon lights in front of him seemed to be the goal of all his progress, even though it was so distorted and blurred.

The head was as heavy as if it wasn't his own.

The running limbs are not their own.

The body was washed by the rain and seemed to be so numb that it was not his own.

The pain of falling down is not my own.

The dull pain of hitting a pedestrian is not my own.

The forbearance and pain of the brain and the heart burst are all not my own.