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Ten years ago, in Fengyu City, cicadas sang on summer nights.

With a sound of "squeak", the back door of the restaurant was pushed open from the inside. Shaou was holding a huge black waste bag in his hand, and turned around to say hello to the foreman in the room: "Brother Xiao, I'm leaving."

"Let's go, slow down on the road."

Sha Ou didn't respond, turned around and walked a few steps to the dark blue trash can under the wall, threw the trash bag into it with a bang, walked a few steps further, leaned his back against the wall, and let out a deep breath.

Tired, very tired.

From Monday to Friday, he goes to class during the day and works part-time at night. He relaxes his body during class and gives his brain a vacation during part-time work.

And the most terrible thing is the full-time part-time job at the restaurant on Saturday and Sunday.

On weekends, the diners in the restaurant are at their peak. From 10:30 am to 02:30 pm, the tables of guests are almost full. The time from 16:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm is the intermission time for the waiters. But during the holidays, there are always a few tables of guests in every restaurant who don’t leave the table after drinking, and the waiters can’t rest after work if the guests don’t leave. In particular, Shaou is not only in charge of a large box for [-] people, but also in charge of watching the dishes in the lobby. He never leaves his feet on the ground throughout the day, and when he gets off work, even he feels sore in his ankles.

At 11:30, the alley at the back door of the hotel was silent, and the cold moonlight shone through the treetops on a summer night, reflecting the thin and tall figure of the young man.

Shaou took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and took a deep breath. The bitter tobacco breath penetrated into his lungs, and when he turned around and was squeezed out by the pressure of his lungs, his body would feel an unreal sense of relaxation for a moment.

Halfway through the smoke, Shaou gradually relaxed after tensing his shoulders.

The phone was vibrating non-stop in his trouser pocket, and Shaou ignored him with a cigarette in his mouth.

The vibration stopped automatically, and in the next second, it came back.

It wasn't until the end of a cigarette that Sha Ou took out his mobile phone, which was vibrating so much that it would never die, and glanced at the screen to show it.

Caller ID: Zhao He.

Sha Ou sighed inwardly, and wanted to hang up the line directly.

After hesitating for a second, he still picked it up. The young man's clear and cold voice was full of fatigue in the middle of the night: "Let's go."

Zhao He: "Fuck me buddy, are you okay, why didn't you answer my call?"

Sha Ou: "I don't want to pick it up."

Zhao He: "..." Are high school masters so capricious now?

Sha Ou turned his sore ankle against the wall and started walking home: "What's up so late?"

"It's something, something big!" Zhao He regained his energy: "Tomorrow morning at 08:30, People's Park, let's fight with my buddies!"

Sha Ou guessed exactly the reason why Fa Xiao had a seizure in the middle of the night, so he didn't hesitate at all: "I won't go."

Zhao He is a sophomore in Fangzheng High School, a classmate of Shaoufa Junior and a junior high school student, and a sophomore in middle school.Nine times out of ten out of ten battles, he was the first to pick things up, but out of ten out of ten, he asked Sha Ou to fight side by side, and the opening words of each call for help were exactly the same: "Jianghu help me, if you are a brother, come and help me!"

Sha Ou: "I don't have a brother like you who doesn't do business all day long and only wants to dominate Fengyu High School."

"Huh? You promised to be each other's cuties forever?"

"Little cutie." Sha Ou asked coldly, "Do you have a disease that will kill you if you don't fight or write a self-criticism?"

Zhao He: "Your peerless cutie promises that this is the last time!"

"Last time, last time, you said that. So, your guarantee is basically the same as your vow to take the top three exams. It's pure nonsense."

Zhao He on the other side of the phone had a guilty conscience: "Then you can bear to watch your buddies get beaten up by those grandchildren, and then retreat from the rivers and lakes without recovery!"

Sha Ou chuckled lightly, his tone was very calm: "I can't bear it, so I can be responsible for collecting your body."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone neatly.

The restaurant where Sha Ou works part-time on weekends is very close to his community. He passes through an alley, turns around an intersection and crosses a road to the gate of the community.

Sha Ou stood under the entrance of the building and looked up. Sure enough, he saw that the light in the living room was still on. It must be that Mr. Sha was worried about his grandson's late return and was waiting for him.

Sha Ou lifted his feet up the stairs, and as soon as he walked to the door and took out his keys, he received a text message from Zhao He: "An invincible academic master who is capable of both literature and martial arts, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, People's Park, waiting for you~"

The corner of Sha Ou's mouth curled up, and he cursed "Stupid" in a low voice.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Mr. Sha was still awake. When he saw Sha Ou coming in, he turned off the radio, and said with a smile, "Little Ou is back, are you tired? The kitchen left porridge for you, eat some when you are hungry." , it’s been a little hot.”

"No, the restaurant is in charge of dinner at night." Shaou changed his shoes and went to squat down next to the lounge chair in the living room, persuading him with some helplessness: "Didn't I tell you earlier, I get off work late on Saturdays and Sundays, so don't wait for me. Just sleep, why don't you always listen."

Grandpa Sha patted his eldest grandson's hand on the chair with a smile, and said, "I didn't wait for you specially. People feel less when they are old. Otherwise, they would writhe in bed. Why don't you listen to storytelling."

Sha Ou pursed his lower lips, helped the old man up from the reclining chair and sent him to the house, without breaking him, just said: "Okay, let's listen to the replay of Pingshu tomorrow, you should go and rest quickly."

He didn't turn around and go back to his room until he settled his grandfather down.

The bedside lamp in the room was still on, and my younger brother Sha Yan was still sleeping on his back, one leg slipped off the edge of the bed, and the towel was rolled into a ball and hugged in his arms.

Shaou walked lightly to the bed, straightened his sleeping position, and put a towel on his stomach, then pulled out a pair of underwear from the closet, and went to the toilet to take a shower.

Warm water was poured on the young man's white and thin back, and Shaou wiped the water from his face, thinking, no matter how hard or tired he was, he would have to hold on to the two lamps waiting for him to come home late at night. with.

In the northern suburbs of Fengyu City, garden villa area.

"No, then your father has held on for so long, why did he let go this time?"

Lu Weiming took off the VR glasses and threw them aside, grabbed the towel around his neck and wiped the hot sweat from his head, panting slightly and said: "How could he let go, but no matter how hard he is, he can't be as hard as my grandpa. The top of our family's food chain is calling for help, what else can he do?"

Just finished two VR virtual race runs, Lu Weiming was sweating all over, too lazy to lie down on the bed, simply took off his T-shirt, put on a pair of pure cotton sweatpants, and leaned on the treadmill in the house to meet his soon-to-be classmates in two days My childhood neighbors gossip.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender and tall figure, well-proportioned but not obtrusive muscles, the bones have grown fine and tough, faintly revealing the unique posture and strength of an adult man.

Sitting on the bed, Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a pillow and threw it at Lu Weiming, gritted his teeth and said, "Just talk, what the hell are you taking off!"

Lu Weiming stretched out his hand and grabbed the pillow firmly, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Nonsense, you run two thousand and five without sweating, you sweat and don't take off your clothes! What's wrong!"

As a pure gay who has confirmed his orientation since junior high school, Ji Feng gritted his teeth and finally decided not to have the same knowledge as Lu Weiming, a hot-blooded straight man. He endured it and continued the topic just now: "No, since your The cruel and ruthless old Yan Luo gave in to your grandfather, why didn't he just agree to let you go to the sports school, why don't you transfer us to Fengyu No. [-] Middle School, our school is a provincial key, and the students are chanting slogans in their sleep at night Famous schools, the style of athletes like you, Young Master Lu, who can fart and make the sound of a starting gun is also too different. Although there are also sports talents, although they usually train or something, there is still a fundamental difference between academics and technical students. Ah, besides, you are still transferred to the general class but not to the special sports class, what are you trying to do!"

"Are you guys from key high schools so good at complimenting people?" Lu Weiming raised his chin at him, "Come on, put one on the spot for me, and I'll hear how much the fart of the starting gun can make."

Ji Feng: "..."

Lu Weiming was also depressed.

His original school was a private high school in Beijin City. It said that it had a unique teaching philosophy and focused on the all-round development of students' quality education, and did not engage in exam-oriented education like ordinary public schools. The slogan of personality raises a group of second-generation ancestors who do not worry about the future game life.

Although Lu Weiming can be regarded as a second-generation boy in the traditional sense, he is different from the group of non-conformist second-generation ancestors. He is a young and passionate second-generation. He has liked sports fields and plastic tracks since he was a child. The chicken blood child who developed in a single line towards the great goal of becoming a professional athlete showed a unique talent in sports in junior high school.

As a result, he managed to survive the nine years of compulsory education on the school playground. When he failed to think about it in the first year of high school, his father, the president of the company group, said that he could not be left to fool around like this, and he couldn't help but push him into the... A top private high school in Beijin City.

The boys in the private high school wished they could go to the school's indoor gymnasium to play basketball for an hour with a babysitter, not to mention the school has a professional training team.

For this reason, he fought and went crazy. In the most intense time, he smashed the house in front of his father, took out a box of certificates and medals from the room and threw them in front of Lu Zhengting, almost roaring: "You Take a look for yourself, take a look! All of them were won by me from the field based on my strength, why am I just fooling around! You are a patriarchal system! Say hello to me as a subordinate of the management company! You know that shit What's a private high school like? The students don't learn every day, and those who are late and absent from class are even more arrogant than the teachers! You're not fooling around if you give me that shitty place!"

At that time, Lu Zhengting just sat back on the sofa with a heavy face, looked up at his son who was covered in fried hair, and then looked at the messy villa hall that was smashed, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "Use The subordinate who manages you? You go to C&A to inquire, which subordinate dares to be so crazy in front of me. You say that the school is not good, I can see it, and you dare to throw things with the elders when you are so hot-headed, and you will leave at any time. The drive to run away from home shows the failure of school education. If you want to transfer, you can choose any good school across the country, but don’t even think about going to a sports school.”

After finishing speaking, he took his coat and went out with his assistant calmly, leaving Lu Weiming alone with a messy house and a heartbroken one.

It is useless to fight, there is no way to go crazy, Lu Zhengting refuses to accept hard and soft, seeing that the semester of high school is over, if he does not enter the normal training, his dream of being admitted to the physical education institute in the future will come to an end.In desperation, he had no choice but to send a final appeal to his grandfather.

Lu Weiming's grandfather, Su Kangyuan, is a strange man. He is a master of landscape painting in China. He lost his wife in his early years.A pair of sons and daughters grew up under his protection and guidance, they are both dragons and phoenixes of human race, but because they are daughters of a famous family, that is, Lu Weiming's mother Lu Su Jingzhuo accidentally fell in love with Lu Zhengting who came from a poor family when he was young, even at the expense of Because of this, he ran away from home, so he always looked down on his uncle. No matter how great his father Lu Zhengting achieved in the future, his grandfather was always a literati, and he was still a three-character judge of his father—see No!

It wasn't until after Lu Weiming was born that Su Kangyuan would occasionally give him a smile every time Lu Zhengting carried him back to his grandfather's house in Fengyu City.

However, Mr. Su looked down on his uncle, but he loved his grandson and granddaughter very much, and his education philosophy for children was also very different from Lu Zhengting's. He personally named his newborn grandson, and with a swipe of his brush, he crossed out Lu Zhengting's choice. After thinking for a while, he wrote down "The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names" on the party's birth announcement. This is the famous poem of the fairy, which is also the origin of Lu Weiming's tuba.

Seeing the old father-in-law's aura of changing his grandson's surname if he could, Lu Zhengting had no choice but to agree with a smile.

Grandpa went to war, and not a single blade of grass grew.

Lu Weiming blatantly complained to his grandfather about the school transfer. He thought that he would go to the sports school this time, but who knew that his father was very stubborn about this matter, and even went to Fengyu Market overnight to meet his father-in-law , I don’t know how Lu Zhengting negotiated with his grandfather on his knees. Anyway, the final result is that the two of them took a step back. If Lu Weiming wants to transfer to another school, he can continue to practice sports, but he can’t go to a sports school and must go to a regular high school. Su Kangyuan asked his grandson to be taken to Fengyu City, and stay with him to teach him personally, and keep his grandson away from his father, so as not to accidentally follow his father's temperament.

Therefore, the ordinary class of Fengyu No. [-] Middle School, a key provincial high school, became Lu Weiming's final destination.

The sweat on Lu Weiming's body was almost gone. At this time, he withdrew from the unbearable memories, and finally he could only sigh: "What are you trying to do? Maybe it's because of trying to keep Lao Lu's last stubbornness."