self-control scale

Early the next morning, Du Chengyi hid in the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time. Luo Zijun felt strange after waiting for a while, so he went to knock on the door, and the child begged for nothing to let him in.

Luo Zijun thought he was still in a mood, so he said in a low voice: "Open the door, if you don't open it, I will smash it."

After grinding for half a minute, the child ran out from behind the door, his eyes swollen like walnuts.

Teacher Luo's heart softened, and he took a hot towel to apply to him: "Still uncomfortable?"

The kid shook his head.

With the other free hand, Luo Zijun pressed the raised hair on the child's head. The child closed his eyes and let his hand fiddle with his head.The eyelids are still a bit swollen, but the long eyelashes keep shaking, like dancing butterflies, very beautiful.

"Don't make breakfast, let's go out to eat today."

On weekends, the fast food restaurant was crowded with people. It was rare for Luo Zijun to tidy himself up. He and Du Chengyi wore two sets of hoodies, one black and one white, and they both wore jeans and white sneakers. One tall and one short The parent-child outfits are very eye-catching, even the waitresses in the store looked at them a few more times.

Du Chengyi obediently chose a place facing the street, and slowly digested the pile of food on the table.Luo Zijun drank a large bowl of porridge and ate a sandwich in two or three gulps. It took only about ten minutes before and after, and now he was sitting comfortably on the back of the chair with a cup of coffee and squinted his eyes to appreciate Duchengyi.

The child's eating speed and Teacher Luo's are simply natural extremes, slow and orderly, a napkin is folded squarely and placed at hand, after two bites, wipe your mouth, it is very clean.

When there is no arrangement, it is actually quite good to kill time like this.

"I had nothing to do with your principal yesterday. I just wanted to ask if the pervert in your school has been dealt with."

Du Chengyi's face froze. When he got up in the morning, he actually regretted his temper tantrum last night. Calm down and think about it carefully. Even if Uncle Luo and his friends have a temporary meal, it's nothing. , but there is no way, this temper is also lost, and if you can’t take it back, you can only pretend to be stupid. Thinking that no one will mention it after dinner, this matter will be over, but Luo Zijun still brought it up and talked about it .

"Um……"

He took a big bite of bread and stuffed his cheeks, chewing and chewing like a little squirrel, and replied vaguely, but Luo Zijun only thought that he was still angry, and added: "I'm not Don't worry, you will suffer alone, otherwise, why should I ask her for dinner if I have nothing to do?"

These words are undoubtedly like a small ray of light shining through the thick dark clouds, not strong, but full of hope, dispelling the haze in the world of Ducheng Yi little by little.

The child's expression suddenly softened.

Finally, he said in a twisted manner: "I am a boy, what is there to worry about?"

Luo Zijun said: "That's not what the painting said. People in this society are unpredictable, there are so many perverts, and you are cuter than girls, why don't I worry?"

Teacher Luo really used all his life's best knowledge to praise others, and the child's face became more and more red, and he wished he could bury it in the porridge bowl.

"Am I cute?" He asked cautiously.

"Cute, I've never seen anyone prettier than you."

The two finally finished their meal, and Duchengyi took away the garbage on the table. Teacher Luo shouted behind him: "Walk well, why is it so early in the morning?!"

After entering the fifth grade, you will face the problem of being promoted to junior high school. This private school in Capital Yi Nian is famous all over the country. It provides services from elementary school to senior high school. Within the 50 students in the whole school, the rest still have to take the exam.

There is no problem with Ducheng Yi, and he has never fallen out of the top three in his grade.Lin Xiaoyuan couldn't do it anymore, he was at the end of the year, and he probably bought a lifetime membership card for the last one-third of the seats.

But Lin Xiaoyuan didn't know where the convulsions came from. She was begging for nothing because she wanted to go to the same school as Duchengyi.Du Chengyi had no choice, so he agreed to make up lessons for him. Xiao Yuanyuan agreed, smiling from ear to ear, and dragged him to live in his own house on Friday, saying that it would be convenient for studying together on weekends.

Dudu could only make a phone call with Luo Zijun, saying that he would stay at a classmate's house if he didn't go back at night.

"No wonder I wonder why you Baokong come out to drink when you have time."

Xu Chen, Li Liang and Luo Zijun, three big men, ran to Lao Qi's bar, playing cards in a corner, and there was Nian Chaoyun, four of them.

Walking upstream and pumping turtles is a lot of fun.

Teacher Luo is full of melancholy. He feels that the child has a lot of secrets recently, and he has never kissed him before. As a parent, he has a deep sense of crisis.

"Come on, there is no grass anywhere in the world, what's yours is always yours." Nian Chaoyun laughed at him.

"Go away, I am a normal worry as a parent of a student, how could it change the taste in your mouth?"

"All right, as long as you are happy. Then can we stop making faces? Is it because my old relative's wine is not good or we are not having fun?"

"You guys are not fun." Luo Zijun said seriously.

Xu Chen smiled and used the cards to draw Luo Zijun. Seeing that his cell phone rang several times, but it was an unfamiliar number, he reminded him: "Don't answer the phone?"

Luo Zijun glanced and pressed: "No answer."

Xu Chen stopped dealing the cards and looked at him: "What about the old house?"

"Well, ignore him."

Xu Chen frowned: "You have to be careful, even if you don't agree with him, you can't buy and sell by force, but this person doesn't look like a good stubble to me."

"Who?" Nian Chaoyun asked.

"Someone wants to buy the house in my hometown, but I refuse."

"It's normal for the ancestral house not to be sold."

Luo Zijun raised his legs: "Not exactly, I don't sell it because there are other things about this house, which is quite mysterious, and I will tell you after I invite you to play."

Lin Xiaoyuan's home is very big. In a villa with a single family and a single courtyard in the suburbs, the car has to drive a section of the winding mountain road. There are green plants on both sides of the road. The scenery is beautiful and the view is good, but I don't know why, but I feel a little deserted.

Du Chengyi sat in the car, closed his eyes and couldn't help but think of his and Teacher Luo's home.

Next door to their house is an elementary school and kindergarten, as well as a supermarket, a vegetable market, a barber shop, and a dry cleaner. Occasionally, there will be black car drivers at the gate of the community to take care of the work. There will be a group of aunts playing earth-shattering pop music and dancing in the square. Every time, Uncle Luo laughs and scolds through the window for a while.

It's so lively, I've only been away from home for a day, and I miss his uncle, Ducheng Yi, you are really promising.

The nanny led them in, and Duchengyi saw Lin Xiaoyuan's mother for the first time—it was really the first time, because she had never sent Lin Xiaoyuan to school, nor picked him up from school.

His mother is very beautiful, with big curly hair draped over her shoulders, although she seldom talks but smiles very softly, Lin Xiaoyuan's facial features should follow his mother's.

When she saw Yilai in the capital, she hurriedly asked the servants to prepare meals.Lin Xiaoyuan and Du Chengyi sat on one side of the long table, and his mother sat opposite them.A table of dishes, a wide variety

Du Chengyi smiled suddenly, Lin Xiaoyuan was startled, and asked him what was wrong.

He said, "It's okay, I choked."

In fact, when Du Chengyi saw this table, he thought of Luo Zijun again.

Teacher Luo originally had a desk at home, but it was folded and embedded in the wall, mainly to save space.But after Ducheng Yizhu passed, Luo Zijun wanted to drag him to buy a new one.

At that time, the two went to the furniture city. After knowing the area of ​​their restaurant, the salesman graciously recommended a long table, which was rejected by Mr. Luo. He was very stubborn and insisted on a round table.

He said: "I don't like long strips. You say that a good family has a meal, but you have to sit at one end and the other at the other end. The hands are so long that you can pick up the dishes. Chatting for a day is like shouting across the air. It’s like, no, no, it’s better to be round and complete.”

His Uncle Luo sometimes really looks like an old man over seventy years old, full of superstition.

So later their family bought a big round table. When the two of them were eating, Teacher Luo always liked to kick Du Chengyi with his feet, like a child, and asked him while kicking, "Is it a round table?"

When Lin Xiaoyuan and his mother had dinner, there was no such atmosphere at all. His mother hardly said anything, and occasionally asked about school, Lin Xiaoyuan would answer obediently, but she always felt that something was missing.Du Chengyi didn't understand much, so he could only bury his head in hard work.

"What do your parents do?" Mother Lin asked.

Du Chengyi answered honestly: "I am an orphan."

Mother Lin was taken aback, a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, so she could only say: "Ah, I'm sorry."

"fine."

Lin Xiaoyuan said, "Nothing is better."

Mother Lin's face changed instantly, her lips trembled, and she didn't go to see her son.

After a meal, the two children went upstairs with fruits.

The two of them finished the homework assigned by the school that day, and Du Chengyi finished it very quickly. When they turned their heads, Lin Xiaoyuan was lying on the notebook with a pen in his hand, already unconscious.

He sighed and pushed Lin Xiaoyuan: "Hey, wake up."

After pushing it two or three times, Lin Xiaoyuan narrowed his eyes and begged for mercy: "I can't do it, I'm so sleepy, can I do it tomorrow?"

Du Chengyi thought to himself, as long as you are like this, unless I split your head, the gods will not be able to let you enter the junior high school.But he didn't say anything, he just pointed to Lin Xiaoyuan's clothes: "Then you can change into your pajamas and go to sleep."

Lin Xiaoyuan played a rogue, crossed his arms and said, "Help me take it off."

Du Chengyi lost his temper, so he could only change it for him.With a flick of the sweater on the outside, it was rolled up together with the underwear inside, revealing the young man's side waist - which was covered with scars.

Du Chengyi is familiar with this injury, he saw it a lot when he was in the orphanage.

Lin Xiaoyuan found that Du Chengyi was staring at her waist, she woke up suddenly, pulled off her clothes, lay down in the quilt and rolled herself up: "Good night."

He didn't want to say it, Du Chengyi naturally wouldn't ask any more questions, and went to the bathroom slowly to wash up, then climbed up, and curled up with his back facing Lin Xiaoyuan.

"Good night."

The lights went out, and the breathing of the two young men with their own minds fluctuated in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xiaoyuan suddenly said, "My dad beat me."

"Ok?"

"That injury. My dad beat me when he was in a bad mood, he beat me when I did something wrong, and he beat me when I got angry with my mother, but he didn't slap his face, it was all on his body, so he couldn't tell."

Du Chengyi turned around, imitating Luo Zijun's usual way of coaxing him, and patted Lin Xiaoyuan again and again.

Lin Xiaoyuan pulled the quilt to cover her face: "It's okay, it's an old wound that doesn't hurt anymore. My dad hasn't been back for a long time. It's been since I divorced my mom last time."

Du Chengyi didn't answer his words, patted him and fell asleep by himself, Lin Xiaoyuan stared at Du Chengyi's face in the dark for a while, and fell asleep too.

The next day, Du Chengyi got up early in the morning, and pressed Lin Xiaoyuan to make up this week's lessons after dinner.

It wasn't until the afternoon that both of them had sore backs and growling stomachs, and Du Chengyi finally realized that he hadn't seen Lin Xiaoyuan's mother at all today.

"It's okay, she's often not here." Lin Xiaoyuan was no stranger to it.

He originally wanted to ask Du Chengyi what he had for lunch and let the cook do it.He heard two car horns outside the door.

Du Chengyi jumped up, quickly packed his schoolbag, said "goodbye", and rushed out the door, as if a hundred flood beasts were chasing and biting him.

Curious, Lin Xiaoyuan probed out to look.

Outside the iron gate, the bright red Hummer caught people's eyes. Luo Zijun leaned against the car and stretched out his arms to Duchengyi. The child flew over and landed in Teacher Luo's arms.

That's great, Lin Xiaoyuan thought, I'm so envious.

On the way back, Du Chengyi told Luo Zijun about Lin Xiaoyuan's beating.

"He said it's good that I don't have parents." Du Chengyi doesn't quite understand the meaning of that sentence, because he really hasn't experienced what a normal family is like, so he can't compare it.

Luo Zijun glanced at him while driving: "Then what do you think?"

The child thought for a while and replied: "I can't say, I think it's good as it is now."

Du Chengyi's words were repeated many times by him in the long years after he and Luo Zijun, each time with a different meaning, only at the moment, Mr. Luo was amused by him, and stretched out his hand on the child's forehead flick.

"I also think it's fine now."

Du Chengyi rubbed against Teacher Luo expressionlessly.

"I want to teach him to fight," said the kid.

"Oh why?"

"He has been bullied a lot at school recently."

"But look at this kid who is quite strong, why is he so reticent to be beaten. But it is true, you can teach him the few moves you learned in Sanda class, at least you can avoid being beaten next time."

The child said: "Whether those tricks are useful, I have not tried."

"Next time you find someone to practice your hands and you'll know?" Teacher Luo blinked.

Du Chengyi pouted: "I won't try, you said, you can't fight, you will go to jail, and you won't be able to see you if you go to jail."

My world can not live without you.