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After returning home at night, He Qing finished packing and turned on her phone to take a look. The cluster of small sparks on the top, that is, Ying Yujiang's WeChat account, changed her profile picture to a photo of He Qing's childhood.

It's still a passport photo, the one I took just after attending the Children's Day party.

But it is very cute, especially a fair and clean little boy, his eyes are narrowed into a slit when he smiles, the tails of his eyes are not as curled up as they are now when he was a child, there is a little red mark between his brows, blush on both cheeks, and the broken hair on his forehead is tied with a rubber band A ding ding cat, looks like a little monkey.

He Qing was suffocated, and sent a message while despising that she was ugly when she was a child.

Bu Jiabei: Mr. Ying, you look like a weird sorghum

Bu Jiabei: How long have you fucked through my circle of friends

Damn, this photo must have been posted on my birthday the year before last. Although I don’t like to post it on Moments, I post it every three to five days. I’m afraid this will reveal his old background?

Over there, Ying Yu Jiang was standing on the balcony, examining himself three times a day, his phone vibrated and he picked it up to look at it, an imperceptible smile flashed across his face, his hands were so cold that it was hard to type, so he silently changed his profile picture back, Ying Yu Chen's photo.

No Gabby: ? ? ? ? ? ?

Pangu Famous Car Museum: It's not that you don't like it.

He Qing was lying on the bed, holding her mobile phone and wanted to make a video call to Ying and Jiang, but she silently said a little farewell to a newlywed, so don't get too tired of it.

Wang Yingyu changed his avatar back, and sent this sentence, he was excited, and he was so stubborn that he didn't want to bow his head.

Refresh again, Ying Yujiang changed the profile picture to a racing car picture, clicked on it, and it was a blue and white LaFerrari.

He Qing thought it looked familiar, but he was really not interested in Rafa, and he didn't have much impression. He always felt that he had seen this car somewhere before. He leaned against the bed and thought about it for a long time, and then searched on Weibo before turning around. He has raced this car...

Bu Jiabei: Ying and Jiang, did you fucking have your eyes on me long ago?

He waited for a while, his heart was beating very fast, and later Ying and Jiang replied slowly: Go to sleep.

He Qing cursed secretly in her heart, ran to the three men with a stiff mouth, and then changed the remarks of Ying and Jiang to a red love heart.

After playing with her mobile phone for a while, before going to bed, He Qing lay on her side on the bed, her face pressed against the pillow, curled up in a sleeping position, staring at the red heart on top for a long time.

The red heart seemed to be beating with the one in the chest, beating...

The star on the phone screen is about to pop out.

Early in the morning, He Qingjue hadn't woken up yet, and was aroused by Fengtang's phone call. The dj over there was loud, and He Qing was about to scold the idiots in the bar. Isn't it just this broken morality, he simply gave up, and said softly, "I haven't woken up yet..."

Pressed the phone, fell back to sleep.

I haven’t felt such a sweet sleep for several days. In my dreams, I can dream that he is sitting on the top of a Gothic building and hugging the top of the tower. A pterodactyl flies from a distance, circles the castle, and flies around him. Fly, fly closer and saw that it was the face of General Ying Yu, with fire still spraying from his nostrils, and with his tail, he swept away the congratulations from the top of the tower, put it on his back, and went to an unknown place.

He Qing is about to wake up with a smile, is this elopement?

……

Wen Weng Road, high school, Academic Affairs Office.

After eating in the garage at noon, Ying and Jiang were called over by a phone call from the school.

When he entered the Academic Affairs Office, he just opened the door, and he saw Ying Yuchen standing there like a fool, half of his face was swollen, and behind him stood a few boys about his age, all with their heads down, saying Words dare not say.

The winter sunlight poured down from the window and spread all over the floor, covering the desk like a layer of gold. Ying and Chen stood still, staring straight out of the window, with their chins raised, highlighting the scars on their faces. , like a defeated rooster.

Ying Yujiang came here in a hurry today, wearing a thin black coat, which perfectly outlines his figure. In addition, there are many people washing cars in the garage. Drops of water, with a cold look on his face.

He knew the situation in the Academic Affairs Office as soon as he entered.

The school and the parents of the other party should agree with the ministers.

This three-legged confrontation has occurred no less than ten times in Ying and Chen's growth path, large and small.

Only this time, Ying Yuchen hurt half of his face, but luckily it was swollen, not scratched.

Ying Yujiang was relieved, and the stern look on his face eased a little. He glanced at Ying Xiaoer, stood still, and nodded to the teacher: "Hello."

Ying Xiaoer gritted his teeth and wanted to get angry, but he tried to hold back, but when his brother entered the office, his eyes were red.

There were only two other parents. Seeing Ying Xiaoer's parent coming, he quickly stood up from the sofa, his eyes were extremely fierce, and he cursed Trump, who was not very smooth, "Why did you teach you? Damn it! If you beat someone up and don’t apologize, you’ll just forget it!"

The homeroom teacher drank tea calmly, stared at Ying and the general carefully, nodded his head and said hello, but didn't make a sound.

With a cold face, Ying Yujiang was still calm, coughed, ignored the two parents, turned to the class teacher and said, "Mr. Wang, are you sure the situation is true?"

When he received the call, he was in the workshop to connect a broken water pipe. The phone started ringing in his pocket. He wiped the water off his hands on a cloth, and Ying and Jiang answered the call.

The general situation, that is to say, at six or seven o'clock this morning, Ying Xiaoer went to Southwest Jiaotong University to play with a group of boys in his class, that is, the ones who just stood behind him and lowered their heads, and met a group of other public middle schools The high school students said that they had already occupied this court.

Ying Xiaoer has been in various stadiums in downtown Chengdu for more than half a year. He has a good reputation and good skills. He thought to himself, this place has always been played by their No. [-] middle school players. How come they have a team that they have never seen before?

So he wanted to exercise his muscles early in the morning, so he said that's okay, solo, one-on-one, bullfighting.

The opponent also sent a tall and burly center to play point guard Ying Xiaoer one by one.

Ying Xiaoer's jumping skills are well-known, and the lob jump shot is not bad. The opponent's stupid center can't guard him, and he was beaten in three or five rounds. It stands to reason that the opposing team should pack up and hold the ball. , fuck off.

In the end, the people over there were probably cheating. A few male college students who were studying at Jiaotong University were called by a phone call. It seemed that they were their elder brothers or something. Shout out to the fourth middle school to give up the land.

Originally, Ying Xiaoer was the one with a bad temper, he looked like Bambi, he got angry and rushed, tiptoeing to face someone who was taller than him, he flicked the ball and refused to let it go.

Then, the small eyes widened and they fought.

The few students from Jiaotong University are considered adults. They have been awake for a long time. When they saw a real fight, they went to fight, but they didn't stop.

Before Ying and Jiang could finish recalling, the head teacher nodded: "It's true."

Ying Yujiang glanced around, saw that the boys following Ying Xiaoer looked familiar, and asked, "Where are the other party's people?"

The head teacher twitched his mouth and said, "The hospital has a concussion, and it is estimated that he will have to rest for half a month... You see, how long should Ying and Chencai transfer to another school? There are troubles outside the school, and our school rules and disciplines are also strict..."

As if they had expected it a long time ago, Ying and Jiang nodded, but didn't listen to the next few words, turned to look at the parent of the other party, and then at Ying Xiaoer, speechless for a while.

Ying Xiaoer was so tall anyway, with a youthful appearance, his face would be radiant with a little sunshine, and the high school student's attack was not serious, so he just sent him to the hospital.

Ying and Jiang raised their eyes, their voices were cold: "Who made the first move?"

Seeing that Ying Xiaoer didn't know what was wrong, the parents of the other party also became angry: "He made the first move!"

Ying Xiaoer was unhappy when he heard this sentence, his neck got stuck, and he yelled back: "He hit me first!"

As soon as this sentence was said, the man with the older parent took a step forward and was about to hit Ying Xiaoer. Ying Yu moved his body to the side, blocking most of Ying Xiaoer's body, and directly grabbed the wrist of the other parent. .

Ying Yujiang's face turned blue, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for the parents to call back about the matter between the children."

The head teacher quickly stood up to smooth things over, and stretched out his hand to pull the parent away.

The other party seemed to be shocked by Ying Yu's cold eyes, took a step back, and shouted: "Give me an explanation! If the school doesn't expel this kid, this matter will never end!"

Ying Xiaoer's eyelids twitched. There is no shortage of people with good grades in this school. One less of him is a lot, and one more of him has a lot of things to do. He doesn't want to go to another year of high school.

Now half of his face is swollen, it hurts like hell, and he is being dragged to stand here to give lectures, it's just too much.He also suffered a lot, but the person who was beaten on the other side was not beaten very often, and he fell to the ground after a few punches. Maybe he pretended to be in the hospital, and he still had a concussion. He didn't say hello to his head at all. It's not that it's not serious.

At first, I thought it was nothing, but seeing his brother holding back his energy and having nowhere to let it go, Ying Xiaoer regretted it to death, and caused trouble for his brother again.

He curled his mouth and felt his face hurt even more. He covered it with his hand, and softly shouted: "Brother, my face hurts."

After hearing this sentence, Ying Yujiang stretched out his hand to pinch Ying Xiaoer's chin and turned the face over to look at it. The area under the eyes was bruised and purple, and it was swollen all the way to the mouth. He leaned on the back of his hand and it was as hot as a steamed bun just out of the cage.

On the contrary, the group of "little brothers" standing behind the younger brother looked uninjured, and they were probably busy kicking their feet, or trying to fight.

His eyes darkened, Ying Yujiang squatted down, threw Ying Xiaoer's schoolbag next to the flower pot with one hand, and held Ying Xiaoer forward with the other arm, and said to the head teacher: "Mr. Wang, I Take Ying and Chen to the hospital first, and come back to talk about the follow-up after the examination."

The head teacher stood up and looked at the other parent who was about to get angry again, a little embarrassed: "You..."

Ying and Jiang didn't care too much, turned to the two parents, and said coldly: "I will give you an explanation, but if there is any problem with my brother, no one can escape."

Then Ying Xiaoer was dragged by his brother all the way from the Academic Affairs Office to the parking lot at the school gate, stuffed into the car, and locked the door.

The road to Huaxi was not far away. While driving, he turned his head to look at his younger brother who was huddled in the passenger seat, sighed, and said to himself that luckily he didn't make a fuss to the police station. That is to say, to lose money.

With this tone, Ying Xiaoer was trembling with sighs, staring and said quickly: "Brother, don't..."

Ying and Jiang ignored him and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Ying Yujiang asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Frustrated, Ying Xiaoer shrank his neck, and his voice softened a little when he heard his brother's serious question: "It hurts."

Went to Huaxi for a body check-up, and it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon when he came out. Ying and Jiang called He Qing back, and He Qing had already arrived in the private room of the Ritz-Carlton. A newly opened suite.

It is said that Lan Zhouxin has taken a fancy to Bai Fumei and is throwing some kind of birthday party for him, please come over and celebrate together.He Qing is annoyed now that there are so many people, and she regrets that she had to deal with today's situation, so she might as well be at home and clean the car.

He saw that the phone was ringing, and swiped to answer it. When he heard that Ying Xiaoer had committed a fight, his heart skipped a beat.

Back then, the three of them went to junior high school together, and even though they finally went to high school, they committed a lot of things, but nothing major happened.

Until the summer of graduating from high school, the weekend before the college entrance examination, a group of people in my class came out to celebrate the upcoming liberation. On the street of Kehua North Road, in a KTV, Feng Tang came out of the private room after drinking too much Heading to the bathroom, bump into someone who's had more drinks.

The man probably misunderstood Fengtang, so he reached out and pressed Fengtang into the sink, turned on the faucet and poured water on the man's head. Only then did Lan Zhou see it, rushing forward with a punch, pulling Fengtang up, almost suffocating to death in the water.

Lan Zhou blocked the drunk man at the door of the bathroom and refused to let him go, but before blocking him for a while, the drunk man took out a knife from his bag, before Lan Zhou could see what it was, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, The knife stabbed him in the waist, and he knelt on the ground. Feng Tang was also fainted, but he was still a little sane. Seeing that the drunk wanted to leave, he lay down on the ground and hugged his legs tightly, and touched his mobile phone to call He Qing. After hanging up, I called 120 immediately.

Upstairs, He Qing brought a group of people down in a hurry. At that time, the high school students had just graduated, and one or two of them were usually very bad. Everyone would be scared when they saw a knife.

He Qing saw that Lanzhou was covered in blood, her eyes were red, she rushed up and kicked the drunk man over, she reached out to hug Lanzhou up, accidentally, she was stabbed on the back, and then she fell A few courageous male students were shocked by the sight, and they rushed forward and pinned them down.

As a result, that night, the KTV on Kehua North Road was surrounded by police cars and ambulances, and all three of them were carried away on stretchers.

Because of this incident, the drunkard was sentenced to prison, neither Lanzhou nor He Qing took the college entrance examination, Fengtang took the second-level private examination, and dropped out after half a year. After reading it, I rolled back, but among the three of them, only He Qing didn't go to any school.

Every time he thinks about it, he doesn't regret it. It would be better for him to be stabbed again in the third year of high school. When he recovers from the injury, he tightens his belt and obediently goes to his home company to study.

In fact, every time he was reminded of the stabbing at that time, and the blood red eyes when he just arrived, he felt that seeing Fa Xiao being stabbed to death made him feel even more painful.

He Qing leaned on the sofa, looked up at Lanzhou Hefengtang who was having a good time, and asked Ying and Jiang with his mobile phone: "Can you still stay at your brother's school?"

"Xuan, Ying and Chen's grades don't have much advantage here."

The school that produces provincial and city champions every year, lacks him with a good grade?It would be strange for him to tolerate troubles and fights outside the school.

I came to Chengdu to find this school, and it took a lot of time for the generals. Now I have to transfer to another school. I have a vague plan in my heart, and said: "I will find him a place to stay, and he will be locked up five days a week, which is almost enough."

He Qing gave a low "hmm", and didn't dare to tell Ying Yujiang about his being stabbed that year, and didn't intend to talk about it, so she said, "You should deal with this matter first...you have time I'll find you again."

Ying and Jiang didn't say much, just said "go home early in the evening", and hung up the phone.

The schools in Chengdu are not good for people, and you can't give Yingchen a school that is not top-notch, otherwise you will have a third year in high school, and you will be delayed in transferring to another school. This is a lifetime thing.

He Qing didn't really want to use the Lanzhou family's relationship. After thinking about it, she looked through the address book for a long time, dialed a number, rang for a while, and the other party answered. After some politeness, He Qing explained the situation of Ying and Chen clearly.

"Young Master He, this matter can be done, but, look, it's not like you don't know who made the regulations last year and who is in charge of the foreign language school... Now it's a different person, and I don't know him well. "

He Qing lowered her eyes and put her fingertips on her knees little by little: "You just say, how do you like the new job over there?"

There was a buzzing sound from the other end of the phone, as well as a mysterious human voice: "The rule, at least one meal, the place, you can choose, and add another Wuliangye in the trunk..."

He Qing rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Okay! I'll give you some golden sorghum, older ones."

The people over there also pretended to laugh a few times when they heard that He Qing was so forthright, and they became more courageous, saying: "The most important thing is, if you ask someone to do something, you and I, Young Master He, must be with you, right?"

"Accompany me, my brother, please."

After saying this, He Qing hung up the phone, stared at the darkening sky outside for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief.

① Ding Ding Cat: A sky cannon.