Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

The shallow scar has no feeling, and the deep scar looks like an earthworm across the wrist, which is ugly.Fucheng scratched it with his fingertips, and it was itchy when it came to the humid and hot dog days.The itching was a lot like the week the clavicular pins had been in and something was stirring under the skin.

"No. 31, Fucheng!"

"Here." Fucheng stood up slowly, clutching his stomach and walking into the counseling room.Dr. Liang is an old acquaintance, and he congratulated very festively when they met: "Hey, why have you grown taller again?"

"The legs don't listen to me." Fu Cheng sat down.

Dr. Liang saw him covering his stomach: "Stomach hurts again?"

"En." Fu Cheng nodded.

"You should go and find out what's going on. I'm not a specialist in gastroenterology. I can only prescribe Qi stagnation and stomach pain." Dr. Liang wrote the medical record in hieroglyphs that only pharmacies can understand, "How is your wrist recently?" ?”

"It hurts too." Fu Cheng nodded again.Wrist pain is the injury caused by carrying the lion's head, and this position is hurt in this line of work, so is Dad, and so is Qiu Li.

Dr. Liang prescribed a few more plasters, and the content of the conversation gradually changed from chatting about family affairs to the main topic: "Recently, how are you feeling?"

"It's pretty good." Fucheng sat upright, his waistline was harder than the back of the chair, no compromise.

"That's good. Sometimes people's moods are very receptive to self-regulation and hints." Dr. Liang saw him. He was sent in at the age of 14, and he was almost an adult. "We are old friends, and a relationship of trust has been established between doctors and patients. Going around in circles with you. Haven't done anything to hurt yourself recently, have you?"

Fucheng shook his head. "No, I used to be impulsive, but now I will die on the stake even if I die, and fulfill my father's last wish."

"Don't keep your mouth shut. Life is precious and should not be wasted." Dr. Liang observed his mood swings, "Your uncle contacted me and said you insisted on transferring schools?"

Fucheng lowered his gaze, half a minute later. "Turn it on, report for duty in the afternoon."

"Alright, changing to a new environment can adjust your mood, which is good for you." Dr. Liang continued to record, "Don't be too psychologically stressed. If you have any concerns, you can talk to me. Even if it's not a doctor-patient relationship, we can chat like friends .For example, talk about what you have been thinking about recently."

Fu Cheng rubbed his right wrist, as if thinking of something, he smiled, and there was a small dimple at the corner of his left mouth. "I've been looking for a man recently."

Click, the tip of Dr. Liang's writing pen paused, and it split.This brat hasn't changed at all. The angry doctors and nurses can go around the clinic 10 times.

After talking, Fucheng whistled and went to catch the bus, but the bus didn't come, and he was smoking beside the trash can.

As soon as the cigarette was stuffed into his mouth, two big yellow dogs passed by with meaty bones in their mouths. They probably thought he was occupying the space and looked at him with dog eyes.

Fucheng smiled indifferently, exhaled smoke unhurriedly, the floating smoke was blown into his eyes, making this face even colder. "Look at your father?"

The two dogs spat out the fleshy bones, their gums tightened to reveal their sharp teeth, and their throats whined.

"Scare me?" Fucheng swept them coldly, with a cigarette in his mouth, his lower eyelids were glowing with his own smoke, "If you have the ability, don't fucking move around, I'll ask my senior brother to come over and beat you."

The yellow dog barked wildly and rushed over one after the other.As soon as Fucheng threw away the cigarette, he turned his head and spread his long legs, and ran away.

We finally got home before two o'clock in the afternoon.There are a few cardboard boxes piled up outside the broken security door. Fucheng doesn't know how to shop online, but he knows what it is.

A while ago, someone always mailed it to him. At first, he thought it was a wrong mail, but the house number was his own.When I opened it, I saw that they were all photos of nearby scenery, which were blurry and not good-looking.Later, it was still a photo, and the subject of the photo became the building where I lived, so Fucheng didn't bother to open the package anymore.

ill.He kicked the package away and entered the house.After finally finding the remote control of the air conditioner, Fucheng thought about the electricity bill and put it down again.

Finally, he unscrewed the electric fan at the height of a person, and took out the last salty water popsicle in the refrigerator. Fucheng took off his clothes and only wore boxer red underwear, and knelt down facing the wall.

There are two obvious waist dimples above the edge of the underwear, swirling behind the narrow waist.

He first put his thighs together, with the soles of his feet perpendicular to the ground, and curled up his toes to form a 90-degree angle with the instep.Then the thighs are slowly opened, and then opened, and the pubic bone is moved closer to the wall, and then moved closer until it is completely attached.

"Huh." Beads of sweat ooze from the waist, the front chest and inner thighs are completely pressed against the wall, Fucheng faces the ceiling, with a popsicle stick near his mouth.Pull it out vertically again, and let out a long breath.

Press the instep.Not born with soft muscles and bones, but very hard, the big hips and big joints have been pressed since childhood, but the kung fu of the small joints must be practiced every day.It doesn't matter if others don't press it for a month, and he can withdraw it if he doesn't press it for a few days.

You have to do it even if you endure the pain.After a few minutes, Fucheng stood up with his support on the wall, hung on the fan on his tiptoes to blow the air, and slowly drank the ice water.

Sucking his Adam's apple and moving his adam's apple, the popsicles melted and dripped onto his palms and wrists, Fucheng didn't waste every sip of salty water, he sucked his fingertips and sucked his JB, finally he was cool.

The electric fan blew and blew, making him sleepy, and his eyelids gradually closed like a drunk lion.

In the dream, someone bit his dimple.

Suddenly the electric fan trembled, and he woke up. He was too lazy to move, so he stretched his left leg to reach the mobile phone next to him, stretched his ankle, and hooked it with his flexible big toe.

3:20, time to go.With his chin raised to drain the last drop of sweat, Fushiro picked up his indigo school uniform from the ground.

The scorching sun remains the same, only the cicadas and the wind.

Jiang Bai looked back, as if he heard someone calling him, but to no avail.

He doesn't remember whether he smoked or not, and he doesn't remember how he got the scar on the first joint of his right index finger near the nail.

cut?No, martial arts sword wounds are not so shallow.Stick injury?No, the stick method does not leave a curved wound.

The arc of a one-dollar quarter is the size of a quarter, shallow, but abruptly isolated on the knuckle.It will be completely healed in another two years, new flesh will replace the old skin, and the traces will disappear together with its origin, which can no longer be traced.

But now, it's like sending a needle into a vein, it won't kill people immediately, but bloody disasters are always brewing.Like wanting to tell myself something.

"What's the matter? Headache again?" Xu Jun ran over, also wearing a vermilion school uniform.High collar, black stripes running from the epaulettes to the wrist, and the Zhengshan Martial Arts School on the left chest.

It was just before dinner, and a large number of martial arts school students left the campus to go to the food street for a tooth festival, and a large number of students returned to the martial arts field for training with a full stomach.

Jiang Bai shook his head, paused slightly, and held a cigarette in his hand.The temple was always painful in the first year of the accident, but it finally stopped in the past six months.At the beginning of March this year, I transferred back to Beijing from Shenzhen to go to school. On the first day of entering the school, I had a fight with Xu Jun. The reason is also untraceable.

No one can sit at the same table, it must be empty.Xu Jun was very blank at the time, and scolded who the hell do you think you are. Jiang Baixin said that I really don't know who I am, and said silently three times, don't do anything, then picked up a chair and threw it on Xu Jun.

Martial arts school students are extraordinary in their fights, and their subordinates are all a bit tricky, so the head teacher didn't dare to persuade them.

"Don't act like a dead person all the time. Take a breath and say something." Xu Jun put his backhand on Jiang Bai.He doesn't know whether others are awesome or not, Zhengshan is probably the only one who dares to take Jiang Bai's shoulders.

Don't look at Jiang Bai who can't speak a few words a day, but when he starts to move his hands, he feels more like an orphan without parents than others.

But Xu Jun met Jiang Bai's parents, the couple were normal and kind, how could they give birth to a spiritual orphan?

For example, smoking at the main entrance of the school challenges the authority of the teaching office.No, on the fourth page of the school notice board in front of you, the brother's disciplinary notices accounted for three-quarters.

From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, from one-on-one to group fights, from verbal warnings to school probation, the punishment list was posted together with the photos, much like a missing person notice.

In the ID photo, the eyebrows are high and the eyes are deep, the double eyelids are narrow inside and deep outside, the bridge of the nose is high but has an arc, and it has a cool and paralyzed face.But as soon as he has an expression, there will be an additional penalty notice on the notice board.The ID photo was lost once, and it was stolen on the first day it was posted, God gave me a face.

But God is also fair, gave him face and good skills, but confiscated his brain, which is said to be amnesia.

"Stop smoking, the teaching office saw that the disciplinary points of our class were deducted again. Because of you, our grade 3 and [-] grades have already lost [-] million points. I said, do you have oil fields in your heart, and you will explode at one point?" Xu Jun I want to collect his cigarettes, but this brother moves really fast.

On the first day of fighting, Xu Jun knew that Jiang Bai must not have become a monk halfway, he was different from himself, he should have practiced martial arts since childhood.

The eyelids are always drooping, the eyes are sharpened, and there is a kind of spirit that is willing to go to war for the girl he likes.The standing posture seems to be slack, the legs are like a stylus pen deep into the soil, the core of the back is absolutely stable, and it can't be pushed even in a surprise push.Who knows what background he practiced in the past.

"Let's go, go to dinner, and come back before evening self-study. By the way, will you be able to participate in the exchange competition between Zhengshan and Chongde this year?" Xu Jun tested him.

The head teacher revealed that Jiang Bai's parents said that his son had No.1 in the National Youth Wushu Routine Championships, and there were still two single events.If this is true, Jiang Bai is the king of routines, and he may be a first-class martial arts athlete.

The two martial arts schools in the city, North Chongde and South Zhengshan, happened to be established at the same time. They have been fighting for decades and it is difficult to distinguish between them. Anyone who sees them wants to kill the opponent.If a student from Chongde came to Zhengshan, this person would be laid down in turn before he reached the playground.

"Not going to the game." Jiang Bai shook his head, flicked the cigarette ash, his broken hair brushed his brow bone, and his eyes were cold under his bangs.

Others said that he had a big life, and he could recover his life if he fell from such a high place, but Jiang Bai didn't think so, he just died, on the 14-year-old's tail.

Immediately enter 15-year-old Jiang Bai died in Shenzhen, his ashes were not buried, like a beetle struggling in the desert, when the wind blows, the beetle is gone, but a series of paw prints are still there, and when the wind comes again, the paw prints will be shallower.After the traces were blown away, no one knew where the bug was running towards before it died.

But he survived in another person's body.Sometimes I can still feel that 15-year-old Jiang Bai's grievances are still lingering, and he wants to break through his brand-new skin, staggering around and shouting at the world.

Shout it back to him.

What else?Jiang Bai didn't know.The world is a parallel universe where the initial location cannot be found. He travels in this space wearing other people's clothes and dragging other people's luggage.But none of these things belonged to him, they belonged to Jiang Bai, he stole them, even if he walked forward, Jiang Bai still wanted to drag himself back by crying and howling.

No one wants to believe it, and can't believe it, because he can't even believe it himself.

But in the past six months, Jiang Baixiang, the evil soul in his body, has completely died, and his head no longer hurts.very nice.

Now that the setting sun is hanging in the west, the figure is long and thin. Jiang Bai also hopes that the shadow can be separated from himself and become an independent life, so that he can throw away the 15-year-old Jiang Bai's wronged soul, and let the one who had an accident in Shenzhen fail to be buried. Wei'an's young man came to tell himself what happened.

Give him something back.

Also, whether I smoked before or not, and how did I get the scar on the first joint of my right index finger.