Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

Two days before the college entrance examination, Yuanxing High School held a school-wide cleaning. After the cleaning was completed, the building would be closed.

The top students in the aircraft carrier class were collectively exempted from this important task-they were still making up lessons, and the classroom of the aircraft carrier class was in the complex building, and it was not used as a classroom for the college entrance examination, and did not need to be cleaned.

Tan Siming is not there.

Xi Hu was absent-minded while moving the desk in his classroom.

Before going to Xingsan Medical Center in the provincial capital, he ran into the owner of the canteen. Xi Hu went back to think about it, combined with the voice of a strange man who frequently fell into his dreams, no matter what he thought, he felt very suspicious.

Who is that Xi Haihui?

Xi Hu thought about asking Xi Junfeng directly, but he called Xi Junfeng many times, but Xi Junfeng never called him back.

Tan Siming could see Xi Hu's helplessness.Tan Siming didn't say anything, but when Xi Hu flipped through Tan Siming's phone, he unexpectedly found that Tan Siming had also called Xi Junfeng.

Xi Hu's pupils shrank suddenly.

His questioning tone was extremely light - "Why did you call Xi Junfeng?"

"Try to see if your dad will pick up my call."

"You never interfered with my family affairs."

"Concrete analysis of specific situations."

Tan Siming was reading a collection of political questions, with a calm expression, "I don't mean anything else. I just think you really want to ask that person named Xi Haihui."

Xi Hu: "..."

"You guessed it?"

There was an indescribable boredom rising in his chest, like a dog's tail grass making a show of his head, scratching his heart.

Xi Hu closed his eyes, and suppressed the itchy anger, "Even if you want to ask, I should do it. Don't make up your own mind next time, who knows..."

Who knows what Xi Junfeng will say to you.

Xi Junfeng knew about his relationship with Tan Siming, if Tan Siming called, Xi Junfeng would speak harsh words...

It's fine to put a hot face on a cold butt by yourself, is it not cheap enough?

Xi Hu didn't say anything ugly.

In the end, he just frowned: "Xi Junfeng didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"No, your dad recognized my voice, and he hung up as soon as I spoke."

Xi Hu: "..."

Xi Hu couldn't help admiring: With this ability to recognize faces and distinguish voices, I have to say that it is not unreasonable for Xi Junfeng to do so well in business.

"Clean well! Xi Hu, don't be lazy!"

The head teachers of each class were the supervisors of the cleaning. Xi Hu moved the table so much that his soul was lost. Wang Qingping couldn't just sit idly by and called him out.

Xi Hu was startled, threw his hands away, and said "Ouch", he smashed the table leg onto his own.

Wang Qingping: "..."

"Xi Hu, don't move the table. You are tall, go get a longer broom and sweep the ceiling and the top of the window."

"No, teacher, why did you sweep there?"

"Look up for yourself, there are several spider webs—"

"What's wrong with the spider web?" Xi Hu said nonchalantly, "The college entrance examination is a sitting test, not a standing test. The top of your head is a little dirty, so it doesn't bother you."

"..."

"Oh I see……"

Xi Hu actually understands that Wang Qingping just wants him to clean up the classroom, but at this moment, he is very urgent and needs a chance to find fault on purpose.

He swayed, rushed to the broom to get the broom, and ran back again.With a push of his hand, he jumped onto the table, with the broom stretched upwards in his hand, sweeping away a cloud of dust.

Pretending to be enlightened, he said: "If the spider in the spider web climbs down and scares the brothers and sisters in the third year, that would be bad——Teacher, you think so, right?"

"..."

Xi Hu was waving his arm like a spider spirit, Wang Qingping was speechless to him, and rolled his eyes, "Stop talking nonsense! Clean it up!"

After saying that, he walked away.

Xi Hu looked at the students who were busy with their work, and Lao Wang, who was driven away by him, let out a long sigh.

Feeling very boring.

Without Tan Siming, life is as lonely as snow.

Uninterested, Xi Hu finished sweeping the ceiling with a few strokes, and poked the broom on the top of the window again. The big river swept eastward and outward, and the stars in the sky fell one after another——

Tan Siming was covered in ashes.

Xi Hu: "..."

"Hey, you're out of class?"

Xi Hu jumped off the table, trying to knock the ashes off Tan Siming's head.The whole person laughed cowardly, "It's too coincidental for you to come in..."

"unfortunately."

Tan Siming grabbed the hand that was touching his head, "I've come to tell you something."

Tan Siming's eyes on Xi Hu, the black pupils in his eyes, which were clear and bright on weekdays, became matte.

The evening glow chased the setting sun, and the evening light bordered Tan Siming, vaguely, like a layer of white hair growing on the surface of frosted glass.

"What's so serious?" Xi Hu had never seen Tan Siming's expression.

"It's about your dad."

Tan Siming said concisely, but did not want to disclose detailed information, "There are people here, let's go, let's go to the playground and talk."

***

The Third Affiliated Hospital of Xingjiang University is one of the best general hospitals in the south and even in the whole country.

The most famous one is the expert clinic of Xingsan Medical.

The charges for expert clinics are generally several times or even ten times higher than that of general outpatient clinics. Generally, experts only come out for half a day. In years when the Internet is not popular, registration appointments cannot be made online, and everyone goes to the hospital before it opens.

The number is limited and precious.Even though manpower alone is the only way to see a doctor, the number of people who come to Xingsanyi has never stopped.

In [-], Xingsan Medical did not enclose so many lands, only a corner in the south of the provincial capital.On such a small site, at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, especially on weekends, people from the province, from other provinces, and from all over the country came here admiringly, all crowding outside the outpatient hall of the Xing San Medical Clinic.

"Gasser" was banned, and the scalpers also queued up to make money. The hard work of getting up early and late at night is comparable to that of patients, and the banknotes are flowing like water. Who wouldn't like it?

Everyone rushed to the specialist clinic, and one of them was Xi Haihui.

He cares more about the name of the expert than anyone else, and every time he registers, he will definitely find an old professor surnamed Fang.

There are too many surnames, and there are three doctors in the whole star, and how many hands can't count.

And there is a department in which there is only one well-known professor Fang Min - that is the Department of Radiology.

Every time, Xi Haihui queued up at three o'clock in the morning to attend Professor Fang Min's expert clinic, and when the hospital door opened at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the child in his arms fell asleep.

"You are not going to tell me that the child is me?"

Xi Hu looked at Tan Siming in surprise, "But I don't know him, my father's name is Xi Junfeng."

"This is where the problem lies."

Tan Siming told Xi Hu the whole matter before and after——Tan Siming asked his father to find someone from far away, and found out about all this by posting on the intranet of Xingsan Medical Hospital to find relevant people who knew about "Xi Hu".

"In the medical records that Professor Fang kept, your name, gender, and birthday all match up."

"Then... it doesn't have to be me? What if there is someone with the same name and surname who was born on the same day as me?" After speaking, Xi Hu smiled and realized how unlikely he said it.

"Professor Fang also said that sometimes the child's mother would also come - your mother's name is Yang Mengjuan, right?"

Xi Hu: "..."

"You wait a moment."

Xi Hu took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Xi Junfeng:

[Xi Junfeng, your name was Xi Haihui before? ]

After thinking about it, he was worried that Xi Junfeng would be cheating if he didn't reply, so he sent another one:

[Don't lie to me, I already know. ]

Xi Hu put the mobile phone in his pocket, only to feel that his temple suddenly became a loaded machine gun, and the chug made his forehead hurt.

It turns out that Xi Junfeng also cared about him...

He pretended to put his hands on his chest again, holding his breath: "Is Professor Fang reliable? How can he remember things from more than ten years ago so clearly?"

"My dad also asked about this, and said that it was because Xi Haihui approached her too many times, and both adults and children are very cute..."

"Oh, so it's just looking at the face." Xi Hu smiled slightly.

His smile was originally intended to cover up the embarrassment of being exposed by the past, but at the moment he squeezed out a smile, it seemed that a blizzard roared, blowing away all the camouflage, and buried it in the ground. He couldn't breathe.

The feeling overwhelmed him.It was as if the scar had been torn open by someone, and it was necessary to cover it tightly, but the blood oozing out was inevitable.

"Professor Fang also said,"

Tan Siming pondered, "The main reason she was so impressed was that the child's father is so pitiful."

Xi Hu: "..."

Is Xi Junfeng pitiful?

If everything Tan Siming said is true, then according to this speculation...maybe his grandma's love for him, his mother's ignorance of him, and Xi Junfeng's later indifference to him may all have something to do with his chronic illness when he was a child?

Xi Hu's cell phone rang.

Caller: Xi Junfeng.

"What do you know?" Xi Junfeng spoke slowly, with a disdainful tone.

"Why did you finally talk to me?"

Xi Hu could imagine that Xi Junfeng on the other end of the phone was about to have a fit, and he also slowly spit out the question, "A real man can change his name or surname—are you Xi Haihui?"

"No!" Xi Junfeng denied.

Even if Xi Haihui is not Xi Junfeng, Xi Junfeng must know this Xi Haihui.

The evening wind blew across the playground, and the summer heat swept in, but Xi Hu's whole body was like a cold stone that could not be covered with heat, very stiff and dignified.

"Xi Haihui is not you..."

Xi Hu repeated it upside down.Holding the phone, it feels like I'm holding a bomb.

His worst plan for many years was set ablaze today.

The flames exploded and scattered everywhere, burning his internal organs all over the sky, and the whole night was like day.

That conjecture is about to be revealed.

"—but Xi Haihui is my biological father, right?"

There was no sound from the phone.

The wind blowing in my heart is getting louder and louder.The blizzard rolled down the hillside, forming huge snowballs one by one, the wind whizzed down, and the loud noise shook the ground.

In an instant, the black sky and the ever-collapsing snow became a sea, and everything was invisible.

Silence is the answer.

"I see."

Xi Hu smiled and said, "You said what did you hide from me before? Anyway, my relationship with you has never been real father and son. If you tell me, I will still think you are good to me."

"I didn't want to lie to you."

Xi Junfeng said word by word, "He didn't let me tell you, but I wanted to tell you later, but your grandma stopped me."

Xi Junfeng did not specify who "he" was.

But Xi Hu just understood, this "he" is Xi Haihui.

"Then since you don't want to hide it from me, why don't you just be a good man to the end now... Oh, it's a good father who will be the end, and then send me a fake son for a ride, and tell me everything."

"..."

Finally, Xi Junfeng got a little annoyed, and his rationality disappeared, "Xi Hu, I have no obligation to tell you the truth."

"Okay, then I'll check it myself. Anyway, we've reached this point, and it's not far from the bottom of the casserole."

Xi Hu rubbed his chin, "If I find something shady, I'll go to your office building someday and put up big-character posters. The content is eloquent and the title is shocking."

"..."

"I just thought of one, how do you listen to it, comment and comment--other people's children have been raised together for many years, and the boss of the company is willing to wear a cuckold just for love..."

"..."

"Ah, no, it's not necessarily love." Xi Hu's tone could be described as easy-going, as if he was just a student asking a question, "Hey, I said, Xi Junfeng, what are you doing for?"

"..."

"It's not really because of the girl surnamed Yang, is it?"

"No."

Excited to this point, Xi Junfeng spoke in a low voice, like a rock wrapped in magma, about to burst, "Forget it, since you really want to know, then go back."

"what?"

"Go home." Xi Junfeng said the word "home" reluctantly, "The house next to your school."

"Didn't you change all the locks, I can't go back."

"No change."

Xi Junfeng took a deep breath, "There is a safe in the study, the password is four five, everything you want to know is inside."

Xi Hu never knew the password of his safe before, and Xi Junfeng never opened it in front of Xi Hu.

"What the hell...you just need to tell me, where is Xi Haihui?"

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone.

"Let's not talk, I still have something to do here." Xi Junfeng pinched the phone very quickly.

"...Hello? Hello!"

Only beeping busy tone.

"Are you ok?"

Xi Hu almost forgot that there was someone beside him.He turned to look: Tan Siming was looking at him.

"I'll accompany you back." Tan Siming's eyes fell on his bloodless lips, and he made a decision for him.

Xi Hu also looked back.

"Do I want you to check for me?" The tone was still very light.

"..."

Tan Siming is familiar with Xi Hu: when Xi Hu is extremely angry, he has to restrain himself while holding fire, and his voice will be very soft.

Feeling that bit of anger, the moment Tan Siming raised his eyes, a calm light flashed across his eyes.

He pointed to the facts and said, "I've said it before, I just think you really want to ask that person named Xi Haihui."

"Yes. But do I want you to check for me?"

Xi Hu repeated, shaking off the hand that Tan Siming extended.

From the inside to the outside, the water contained in the cold stone froze, cracked and creaked, and the cold air gushed out, as if it was about to turn into a piece of ice.

"Let me know that I am indeed not Xi Junfeng's own. The real father doesn't know whether he is dead or alive—are you happy?"

"..."

"Tan Siming, you seem too self-righteous."

As soon as Xi Hu said that, he saw Tan Siming's expression turned ugly.

Xi Hu is in a very delicate mood now.

Seeing that Tan Siming was hurt by him, he was viciously happy, but also had a sense of loss that had his heart ripped out.

"I just care about you." Tan Siming's chest rose and fell slightly, and he gritted his teeth every word between breaths.

Xi Hu's hands hanging on both sides of his pants tightened: "I don't need your concern."

That bit of guilt fermented in his heart and swelled enormously.

But for the first time, he just didn't want to make a remedy.

"You're meddling in your own business." His hands dropped again in resignation.

Numbly thinking, forget it.

"You are my boyfriend, your business is my business."

"Is that so..."

Xi Hu responded perfunctorily, and stopped——

"Don't say it!"

However, Tan Siming directly realized the hidden content from the unfinished omission, and interrupted quickly, which was a panic that Xi Hu had never seen before.

Tan Siming spoke at an astonishing speed, his calmness collapsed, like an arrow on a string, his whole body was tense, "Don't make any decisions when you are impulsive!"

It seems that if Xi Hu continues to talk, this arrow has to be fired, and everything will be difficult to turn back.

Xi Hu didn't answer.

Tan Siming knew him too well.

For a moment just now, he wanted to say - "That's it."

The sycamore trees beside the playground are full of shade, and the breeze blows through. In the dense canopy, the leaves gently gather together and then quickly separate, making a rustling sound like lips and teeth colliding.

Xi Hu turned around silently and strode away, leaving only a back view.

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This dog blood spilled me so uneasy