Do not provoke

It rained a lot last night, and the weather is still gloomy today, with a dry and hot tide in the air.

Tang Xingbei took out a mint candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. The tip of his tongue was pressed against the icy icing, and it felt cool for a while.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, and when he passed the trash can, he threw the candy wrappers away, with his schoolbag hanging on his left shoulder, and continued walking along the wall as if wandering.

No. [-] Middle School is an old school, located in the south of Rongshu Street in an alley in the old city. full-bodied.

The phone buzzed and vibrated twice in his pocket, and he knew who it was without thinking about it. The phone had been turned off for two months, and when it was turned on yesterday, a lot of messages and missed calls popped up.

Tang Xingbei ignored it and yawned sleepily.

The wind blew over and raised the hair on his forehead. His eyebrows and eyes were clean, and a bit of blue and red was faintly visible on the corner of his forehead.

The preparatory bell had already rang in the school, and as if jingling and jingling, the scattered students around suddenly screamed and started to rush forward.

Someone who was running slowly with a piece of bread in his mouth, saw the boy next to him still swaying, and wanted to kindly turn around and remind him: "Student, you..."

Tang Xingbei's eyes were wet, and he raised his head with a frown.

When he saw his appearance clearly, the other person's face changed suddenly, as if he had seen some scourge, he turned around in a [-]-degree spiral stiffly, grabbed his schoolbag and lowered his head, and began to charge.

Tang Xingbei didn't bother to answer, raised his head, and looked at the light yellow teaching building inside the wall through the lush branches and leaves of the banyan tree.

The right half of the good words "diligence and studious" nailed on the side of the building has been wiped out by decades of wind and rain, and the bare iron frame left rusty red marks on the wall.

I haven't been to school for two months, and nothing seems to have changed.

Thinking of this, Tang Xingbei bit into pieces of the peppermint candy, and the icy-sweet taste suddenly exploded on the tip of his tongue. He narrowed his eyes and looked away indifferently.

"30 yuan? Who the hell are you trying to send away?!" There were arrogant shouts from the corner.

Someone replied in a low voice: "It rained last night and I couldn't go to work part-time..."

The other party interrupted him impatiently: "It doesn't matter if you have a part-time job or not, if you can't get together 500 yuan this week, just wait!"

Then there was a burst of threats of beatings and scolding, with NM coming and going between the lines.

The school is not big, and there are quite a few people with cerebral palsy.

Dislike is nothing but dislike, but Tang Xingbei didn't bother to get involved. He looked up, but didn't find any detours, so he turned around with a cold face, and turned directly into the alley.

"Don't fucking pretend to be pitiful here, I...!"

Seeing him at a glance, the yellow-haired one who was speaking was stunned for a moment, frowned and stopped, put the cigarette between his fingers back into his mouth, and did not speak.

Tang Xingbei was blocked by rows of stationers in front of him, so he had no choice but to stop, raised his eyes, and said hello indifferently: "Hi."

The attendants turned their heads, their eyes widened immediately, and their legs softened in their throats: "Brother Beibeibeibeibei!"

Huang Mao's face was very ugly.

Tang Xing's knuckles were draped over loose schoolbag straps, and his voice was lazy and hoarse: "Excuse me."

Hearing this, the rows of students immediately separated into two small groups from the middle, and the short boy on the far left looked at him cautiously: "Brother Bei, class is about to begin..."

Huang Mao stroked his hair, frowned impatiently, and raised his chin at the followers: "Hurry up and get out of the way! Let people pass!"

The two small groups suddenly shrank into two small groups. Tang Xingbei didn't speak, but glanced at the boy standing in the corner.

He is not tall, wears thick-bottomed glasses, and looks fair and thin.

From the beginning to the end, he kept his head down, numb and unresponsive to the things and people around him.

Tang Xingbei vaguely remembered this face, as if he was in the same class as him.

"See you later, Brother Bei." Huang Mao put his hands in his pockets while puffing out the smoke ring, and moved to the left side to block people, urging him very clearly.

Tang Xingbei retracted his gaze, glanced at him, hummed dispensably, and continued walking forward.

Before they had gone three meters away, shouts and curses continued to be heard from behind, occasionally mixed with a few bangs of rubbing against each other.

Glasses hummed in a low voice: "My family really has no money, so I can't..."

Before he finished speaking, it suddenly turned into a cry of pain.

After Huangmao kicked him, he hissed, stretched out his hand and tore off his glasses and threw them on the ground, pretending not to hear, he turned his ears suspiciously: "Ah? No money at home? But I remember...you have school every year scholarship?"

The boy lowered his head to fumble for his glasses, his hands froze, and his lips trembled: "That's mine, tuition."

"Learn what a fart!"

Huang Mao was about to kick him again in the lower abdomen, but the boy turned over awkwardly and avoided it.

He was staggered by the dodge, cursed embarrassingly, and was about to kick again, when he suddenly heard a clear and rustling voice from the front: "Hey, give me some face."

Tang Xing turned his face to the north, moved his lower wrist lightly, lowered his shoulders and quickly slid down the schoolbag strap, and glanced at his glasses: "Let him go."

Huang Mao paused, frowned and stared at him, and for a while, as if provocative, kicked the glasses hard.

Amidst the suppressed muffled groans, the followers beside him swallowed, and dawdled to the side to hide.

During the stalemate, the official bell finally rang, and the security guard at the door blew a sharp late whistle: "Everyone line up! Start registering!!!"

Tang Xingbei frowned irritably, his wrist sank, and the schoolbag strap had already fallen into his hand. He was about to turn around and leave, but Huang Mao struggled and gritted his teeth suddenly: "...Just this time!"

His words were completely opposite to the provocation just now, Tang Xingbei was stunned for a moment as if he didn't realize it, then he shrugged speechlessly, put his schoolbag back on his back, turned and left.

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing behind him, glasses lowered his head and hugged his schoolbag tightly, got up and followed step by step.

Tang Xingbei paused and sighed.

If I knew it earlier, I would not be nosy, and this time I will not be able to climb over the wall if I am late.

When people got to the distance where they couldn't hear the movement here, Huang Mao held up his face and spat on the ground bitterly: "Fucking fart, isn't it just a stupid rich second generation!"

Seeing this, the followers immediately took a mouthful of saliva and spit out: "That's right! One day, if you run into Brother Sheng's hands, you still have to be honest!"

Hearing this, the short man who spoke before hesitated to look left and right, and said in a low voice, "But there were rumors in the school that Tang Xingbei once fought with gangsters outside the school, and even fired a scoop, and even the 120 was dispatched. ...The [-]-word review and punishment at the beginning of the second year of high school seems to be because of this."

He tentatively stretched out his jio of desire for survival: "This man is too ruthless, why don't we...let him go this time?"

Including the yellow hair, everyone was silent: "..."

Forget it or don't mess with him.

"Tang Xingbei, Tang Xingbei, you will be late if you don't come to class for two months!"

Lao Zhang brought him back from the teaching director, wiped off his sweat, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and fanned the wind, and hurried forward: "If you don't come to school, just send a text message and you're done?! Don’t ask anyone to ask for a personal leave! If it weren’t for your good grades, the dean would have fired you a long time ago!”

Tang Xingbei paused: "My dad..."

They were walking in the corridor, and they were doing morning self-study when they passed the classroom, and the sound of reciting books was buzzing, and many people quietly peeked here from the windows and muttered.

"I see who doesn't memorize well! Do you think you can get into a good school if you can stretch your neck for two miles in the college entrance examination!"

Lao Zhang stared and cursed at the people in the back row, and waited for them to retract their heads before turning around in satisfaction: "What did you just say?"

Tang Xingbei had regained his composure, and continued to follow behind with lowered eyes: "It's okay."

Lao Zhang didn't doubt that he was there, he glanced at the other person walking with his head down behind him, and began to shift his fire again: "And you, Liu Zhijin, why are you late today?"

Oh, it turned out to be this person.

It was only now that Tang Xingbei vaguely remembered that he sat behind him every time he took the exam, and was jokingly called the glasses of Wannian's second child.

Liu Zhijin didn't seem to want to explain. He lowered his eyes and pushed the frame with his knuckles.

The master is like this, Tang Xingbei naturally didn't bother to help others, and turned his head to look at the lush banyan forest outside the campus.

Lao Zhang thought it was an accident and didn't mean to press them. He just led them to the office and punished them with a [-]-word self-criticism on the spot.

Liu Zhijin quickly finished writing and handing in the review, and hurried away with his muddy schoolbag on his back.

Tang Xingbei was not in the mood. He barely made up five hundred characters, put down his pen, and was about to turn around and leave when Lao Zhang suddenly said, "I heard about your mother."

Looking at his suddenly stiff back, Lao Zhang sighed: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters, no one can do anything... In short, you should take care to ease your mood."

Tang Xingbei shrank his fingers on the strap of his schoolbag lightly: "Got it."

Lao Zhang hesitated to speak, and finally just waved his hand: "Go back, and make up for the missed lessons."

The back door is locked, so you can only enter through the front door.

There was no teacher in the early self-study. When Tang Xingbei entered, the humming of reciting books suddenly fell silent tacitly, and the sound of dropping a pen could be heard clearly.

Dozens of pairs of eyes hid behind the thick vertical bookshelves and looked over, but none of them dared to say hello.

The round pen rolled to his feet, Tang Xingbei slowly bent down to pick it up, put it on the table with a click, turned around and continued walking towards the last row.

The person stayed for a long time, and waited for the person to pass by before he reacted and said thank you.

It wasn't until he sat back in his seat that the monitor coughed and broke the deadlock: "Everyone, keep on reciting, and don't forget that the English teacher has to dictate in the first section!"

Only then did the group of people regain their senses, let out a desperate wail and sigh, and then began to flip through the books with their heads down, and the buzzing sound resumed.

There are familiar words on the blackboard on the podium, and the orange course forms are also filled with those subjects that have not changed for thousands of years.

Tang Xingbei looked at it for a while, then looked away, hung the schoolbag on the hook on the side of the desk, and cleaned the table.

"Hey! Brother Bei!!" The table was tilted by someone.

Tang Xingbei kicked him on the chair frame, frowning: "Don't shake."

After He Miao sat down firmly, she turned her head around recklessly, and asked carelessly, "What's the matter with you these past two months? You haven't come to school yet?! Lao Zhang is so anxious that he calls me every day to ask if you're alright?" information."

Tang Xingbei lowered his eyes, straightened the table, and said calmly: "My mother passed away."

His expression was very calm, but He Miao's hairs were standing on end, his mind froze, and he tightened the paper in his hand: "..."

The two played together for seven or eight years from elementary school to high school, and He Miao knew the situation in his family very well.

Tang Xingbei's mother fainted at the company last year and was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It has been very difficult to survive until now.

"Don't comfort me, my mood has eased." Tang Xingbei took out a tissue and wiped the table carefully.

Although He Miao knew that he would not lie, she still felt strange in her heart: "All right, I will treat you to dinner at noon."

Tang Xingbei hummed, paused, and asked again: "By the way, what was the dictation that the monitor said just now?"

As soon as this was mentioned, He Miao's face turned pale, and with a sad face, he picked up a stack of materials that were three centimeters thick: "Round face just finished the extracurricular expansion yesterday, and marked more than 100 key points. Those who cross the line must ask her to go to the office to memorize the whole chapter in private."

Tang Xingbei, who had been absent from school for two months: "..."

Very good, come up and play big.