Double A sequelae

The spring is cold, and the night is even worse. Qi Jue is not afraid of the cold. He opens his school uniform wide and walks towards the west with his schoolbag on his shoulders. The light, the long forest meanders, and stretches out into infinity.

Qi Jue quickened his pace, and after a while, he came to the fountain.

It was late at night, and there was no one else here.

Qi Jue stood on the fence of the fountain, put his thumb and forefinger in a circle, placed it near his mouth, and blew a whistle.

The whistle is long and clear.

A red-billed and green-winged parrot came over upon hearing the sound, flapped its wings and flew over, touched his face with its red beak, and finally landed on his hand.

"Little thing, do you miss me?" Qi Jue stroked the feathers on its head with soft eyes, "But I didn't bring you something delicious today, so I'll make it up next time."

"Little thing~ little thing~" The parrot tilted its head, looked at him with bean-like black eyes, and imitated his speech, "make it up~ make it up~"

Qi Jue laughed, and flicked the parrot's head lightly, "It's quick to learn this, why don't you know the other words I taught you."

The parrot was a little unhappy, fluttered its arms a few times to express its dissatisfaction, and said a few more words: "Your uncle! Your uncle!"

Qi Jue: "..."

One person and one parrot sat quietly on the fence, and the sound of water flowing in the fountain, the pronunciation of "Your uncle" was accurate and very clear.

Qi Jue looked at the black sky, and teased the parrot: "Then, has your uncle chased after your ass to pluck your hair recently?"

Parrot: "Your uncle, your uncle."

There are always a few rumors in every school, and the most widely rumored Xingchen Middle School started here.

It is said that this area used to be an artificial lake. After a student drowned in the lake seven years ago, several people died one after another. peach.

For this matter, the campus leaders specially invited a Feng Shui master, and then built this fountain in this open space.

Qi Jue has always sneered at such rumors, seriously suspecting that the stingy school is afraid that the students will steal the fruit and eat the lie.

Of course, students are young and energetic, and there are always a few who are not afraid of death.

So blocking the students' footsteps is not only a ghost story, but also because there is a bad-tempered old man who lives here all year round. He has a bad temper. Whenever someone approaches, he will chase after him with a big sweeping broom, just like a chaser. Life ghost.

Qi Jue was lucky enough to be chased.

He remembered the experience of being chased by the old man before, smiled for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and the light in his eyes dimmed again.

He looked up at the peach forest in the distance, the dead trees sprouted, and this year's peach blossoms were about to bloom again.

In a trance, he saw that at the end of summer that year, the branches were bent by the numerous fruits.

Shu Lang, who once sat on the fork of a peach tree and smiled, said in a voice that was unbearable, "Yo, No.1, eat a peach for your face?"

A young man was sitting on the fence, the stars behind him shone slightly, and the light from the mobile phone screen hit his face, making his face extremely pale, with a smell of frost and snow.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Qi Jue, "Eat your uncle."

The voice is like cold jade knocking on a stone, refreshing and cold.

Qi Jue felt that he was sick at that time, but he even thought the scolding was quite nice.

The tree branch he was sitting on is still there, and it still looks stable. It's just a young man on the fence, but he won't come again.

He drooped his eyelids and raised his hand to stroke the parrot's feathers, not knowing whether he was comforting the parrot or himself.

……

The wind picked up.

There was a sound in the originally silent peach forest, it was like a whisper, but it was not clear.

"Mark your uncle." After touching for a few minutes, a scolding sound came through suddenly, with an extremely cold tone.

Qi Jue lowered his hand, the parrot raised its head and screamed, and a green feather fell from its body, but Qi Jue was not in the mood to care about it, and suddenly raised his head, only feeling his heart beating like a drum.

……

Jian Fan looked at He Jianbai who was lying on the ground, and moved his wrist, "What? Want to mark me? You must have the ability."

He Jianbai never thought that this soft and deceitful Su Baiying would dare to make a move. He covered his nose with one hand and said sternly, "Aren't you afraid of being fired?"

"Teacher, you are not afraid, what am I afraid of?" Jian Fan kicked him again, still not relieved, "You still haven't got enough?"

It's not too much to beat a scum like this.

"Okay, Su Baiying, you've got some skills," He Jianbai received two punches in the face, and the nosebleed couldn't stop at the moment, he stood up struggling, ran out a few steps staggeringly, and whispered back, "You wait for me, we are not finished."

Jian Fan didn't care about this. He wanted to teach He Jianbai a lesson this time, and he didn't really intend to beat him up.

And he is the person who is most afraid of trouble.

Jian Fan picked up the schoolbag on the side, patted the dirt, and pulled the zipper to the top, covering half of his chin, and turned to leave.

"Crack, snap, snap"

Qi Jue came out from the shadows, clapped his hands three times, and said mockingly: "Su Baiying, I really underestimated you before, that person just now was your math teacher."

"None of your business." Jian Fan was surprised by Qi Jue's appearance here for a second, but he didn't show it at all. He turned his back to Qi Jue and said coldly without turning his head, "Is there something wrong? I'm leaving. "

Qi Jue sneered, and just about to choke, the parrot on his shoulder circled twice above his head, shouting at the top of his voice, "It's none of your business, it's none of your business."

Qi Jue: "..."

This little thing probably doesn't want to live anymore.

After hearing the sound, Jian Fan turned his head and looked at the parrots scurrying in the air, his usually calm eyes fluctuated quickly.

He didn't expect that the parrot was still here.

Looks a lot fatter.

Was it raised by Qi Jue this year?

The parrot seemed to be aware of his emotions, circled a few times in the air, fluttered its arms, and landed on Jian Fan's shoulder.

Qi Jue: "..."

Feed the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

He had been feeding it for a whole week before the dog became a little more intimate, and now it is like this to a stranger.

Damn upset.

"Baby, come here," Qi Jue looked at the parrot angrily, "I'll give you three seconds."

The parrot tilted its head and looked at him with its black bean eyes, as if it had found a backer and was full of anger.

Qi Jue bit his eyes and stared at it: "Three,"

Jian Fan's face changed, his cold and calm face almost cracked, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you call him just now?"

Qi Jue was interrupted, with a displeased expression on his face: "Bitch! Bitch! Why do I just call it that?"

Jian Fan: "..."

You fucking have the nerve to ask what's wrong.

My surname is Jane, you call it cheap, what do you mean?

"It's nothing," Jian Fan said with a slumped face, "I just think you're a talent." Shit.

Qi Jue sneered and said, "Thank you."

Jian Fan replied to him: "You're welcome."

The cheap parrot turned its head to look at this, then looked up at that, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, in order to prevent the two of them from beating each other, it moved away secretly, and finally flew away twice, yelling : "Your uncle! Your uncle!"

Qi Jue: "..."

Forget it, let's stew it.

Jian Fan: "..."

Why did he pick up such an unlucky thing at that time.

It wasn't until the parrot couldn't hear the sound that the two came back to their senses, and each was silent for a while. After a long while, Qi Jue took out a cigarette from his pocket, sporadic flashes of fire flashed, and the smoke dispersed in front of his eyes.

Jian Fan frowned when he smelled the smoke, and blurted out: "When did you learn to smoke?"

Fuck, what a fucking question.

Jian Fan really wanted to slap himself two seconds ago.

Qi Jue squinted at him through the smoke, and said after a while, "How do you know that I didn't smoke before?"

Frozen bones in spring and frozen meat in autumn, Jian Fan was a little cold at the moment, buried half of his face in the zipper of his school uniform, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm just surprised that you guys still smoke cigarettes first."

The treetops swayed, and a gust of wind blew away the smoke, revealing Qi Jue's eyebrows, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were dark: "I'm also surprised that you are the last one who doesn't smoke."

There is nothing wrong with what Jian Fan said just now, but the tone is wrong, too familiar, he and Su Baiying don't have such a deep intersection.

Qi Jue's eyes were heavy, and he looked at the person in front of him.

Jian Fan didn't back down, let him see.

"No," Qi Jue looked at it for a while, then suddenly leaned forward, tilted his head close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Why is the smell of your glands gone?"

"What?" Jian Fan stared at him with cold eyes: Do you want to smell it? "

There is a faint smell of tobacco lingering on the tip of the nose, as well as the unique smell of wild roses on Qi Jue.

Qi Jue: "If I want to smell it, can you give it to me?"

Jian Fan: "That depends on whether you have the ability."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Fan swung his fist towards the bridge of Qi Jue's nose, and Qi Jue narrowly dodged it, not idling with his legs, let alone with his mouth: "It's not good to hit the bridge of someone's nose." Bar."

"What's the matter, the prosthesis you put inside?" Jian Fan's mouth was scratched a little, and he turned his head to spit out blood foam, "Is it because I'm afraid I'll make it crooked for you?"

"Heh," Qi Jue sneered, his arm was restrained by Jian Fan, "If you punch me down, I have to install the prosthesis."

Neither of them was asking for cheap, Jian Fan's schoolbag went somewhere, his fist barely stopped beside Qi Jue's face, and he asked indifferently, "Why didn't you fight back."

Qi Jue half stood up and looked at him, there was something else in his eyes, Jian Fan couldn't understand it, so he felt that this person was sick.

Jian Fan stood up, walked some distance to pick up the schoolbag he was suffering from, and said a little boringly: "Stop fighting."

Qi Jue watched his back without moving.

It's just that neither of the two of them thought that such a big movement finally alarmed the old man. He rushed out of the nearby hut with his clothes on and a broom in his hand.

He cursed angrily in his mouth: "Little bastard, see if I don't beat you to death."

Jian Fan froze for a moment, and was just about to run when he saw the black shadow not far away motionless, he was speechless for a while: "Fuck, you idiot, why are you still standing there, run."

Qi Jue stood on the spot like a dead robot, motionless, seeing that the uncle was about to catch up, there was no other way, so the young master Jane had no choice but to turn around, grab Qi Jue's arm, and headed towards the dormitory building run out.

The two were running on the deserted path, with a long shadow behind them, and the heavy panting sounds entangled in their ears, and it was hard to tell who belonged to whom.

The shameless parrot ran out again at some point, hovering above the heads of the two of them.

Jian Fan felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.