Is this class leader fake?

Chapter 47

"where to?"

Hua Yue didn't move, just leaned on his shoulder and asked in a muffled voice, and then followed up after asking.

"Forget it, I'll go with you."

Ling Cheng chuckled lightly.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?"

"You sell it, anyway, you will be where I am."

As Hua Yue spoke, he hugged his arm tightly.

"I don't let go, you can't go away."

"Are you a koala..."

Ling Cheng patted him on the back, teasing helplessly.

"Come down, or are you going to let me carry you out?"

"Oh……"

Hua Yue wiped his face, let go of Ling Cheng, and ran to the sink.

Seeing himself in the mirror, even the tip of his nose glowing red, he let out a hey in disgust.

"What a fucking shame..."

Obviously he was the one who comforted Ling Cheng, but in the end, he comforted himself and cried...

Really capable...

Hua Yue washed his face with cold water, and when he came out, he saw Ling Cheng took two bouquets of intact flowers from the unbroken vase.

Small white daisies.

Wrap the flowers and look back at him.

"Let's go."

Huayue didn't ask Ling Cheng where he was going, and Ling Cheng didn't say anything, just sat in the car and looked out the window in a daze.

Before going out, Ling Cheng sprinkled water on the daisy, and the water droplets were shaken by the occasional bumps, and landed on his clothes, smudged like ink.

Hua Yue pressed lightly on the water stain, not knowing whether it was to help him dry it, or just for fun.

Ling Cheng tilted his head to watch his movements, did not make a sound or interrupted him, played alone and watched, just walked all the way.

After getting out of the car, the hustle and bustle of the downtown is gone. The sun at five or six o'clock, with the unique orange-pink sunset, the whole street is covered with warm colors.

On the other side of the street is the cemetery.

When he saw Ling Cheng holding the daisy, he thought of this possibility.

He remembered what Qiao Wanxin had said.

—He had some bad experiences before...

He glanced at Ling Cheng.

His bad experience, it's here...

"Let's go."

Ling Cheng didn't explain anything, and led him to the cemetery.

The cemetery is a very peaceful place, with only the occasional chirping of birds and their light footsteps.

Hua Yue had never been to the cemetery before, and walked very carefully, not feeling scared, but a little in awe.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he still has to respect those who have passed away.

"I will introduce you to someone."

Ling Cheng stopped suddenly, smiled at Hua Yue, and put the flowers in his hand beside the tombstone in front of him.

A name is engraved on the tombstone, and above the name is a bright smiling face of a young man.

The tomb of Aizi Lingyuan.

"My brother, A Yuan."

Looking at the photo on the tombstone, Ling Cheng took out the musical note pendant made of bent wire, stroked it and said.

"This is what he made up."

He said he was a teenager, but the person in the photo still looked immature, Hua Yue glanced at the date on the tombstone, A Yuan had only stayed in this world for seven years.

"That brother is very skillful."

Hua Yue said with a smile.

"I can't do it anyway, I can only twist it into a twist for you."

Ling Cheng smiled, and sat casually beside the tombstone, while Hua Yue sat on the other side without waiting for him to speak.

The terrain of the cemetery is high, and there are no tall buildings around. You can even see the whole process of sunset at a glance.

"He, like Qianqian, has congenital heart disease."

Ling Cheng opened his mouth and said softly.

"At that time, my family didn't have much money. My... father was busy with the start-up of the company, and he was hardly seen at home. If A Yuan's illness is to be cured, he also needs money."

"When I was young, my mother took the two of us by herself. Maybe because of too much pressure, she was not in a good mood, so A Yuan was closer to me, although I would quarrel with him at that time..."

Hua Yue listened quietly, and pictured in his mind how they were when they were young, real and warm.

"But then my father's company lost money, and the family was not well-off, plus A Yuan's illness, my mother... was a little bit out of order..."

Ling Cheng frowned slightly, leaning against the tombstone.

"On A Yuan's fifth birthday, I went to buy cakes for him after school, but when I got home, I saw my mother sitting there alone crying. I thought it was A Yuan's health and asked her for a long time. She finally told me that she sent A Yuan away."

Hua Yue squeezed his hand, unconsciously made a red mark, and asked softly.

"Where did it go?"

"Welfare home."

Ling Cheng was silent for a while and said.

"It's not considered to be sending away, and A Yuan is not an orphan. It is impossible for the orphanage to take him in. She just left A Yuan there and came back by herself."

"A Yuan seldom left home, and he didn't know where to go without money. I couldn't understand it, so I quarreled with my mother, and finally asked about the place, and ran to find A Yuan."

Ling Cheng paused, smiled and said.

"It's the orphanage opposite the school."

Hua Yue suddenly looked up at him.

So when he heard them talking about the children in the orphanage that night, what he thought of was not Qianqian, but Ayuan...

A child with a congenital disease who was abandoned by his biological mother...

"A Yuan was frightened that day and was ill for a long time. My mother may want to make up for it later, but A Yuan will cry when she sees her, and I don't want her to get close to A Yuan..."

Presumably their lives have changed irreversibly since then.

Those days didn't last long, and my mother gradually collapsed because of guilt and self-blame, and one day she suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving nothing behind.

After that illness, Ah Yuan's body became weaker. In school, he was often excluded by his classmates. Ling Cheng's habit of fighting with others was developed at that time.

He wants to protect A Yuan, and they only have each other to rely on in their lives.

It was also at that time that A Yuan became more and more timid, he didn't like to talk, and he didn't like to laugh anymore, but when he faced Ling Cheng, he always looked like a child, laughing unscrupulously, as if nothing happened Pass.

A Yuan likes to sing, so Ling Cheng went to learn the guitar and taught him when he came back. He learned it very quickly and sang very well. Sometimes he would sing in front of Ling Cheng until Ling Cheng flicked his forehead , and flattened his mouth and accused Ling Cheng of being a violent maniac.

Although there were no parents at home, Jiang Zeyong would always bring Jiang Qi to see them. At that time, between the two of them, A Yuan liked Jiang Qi more, and Jiang Qi would always come to play with A Yuan and bring him some things he had never seen before. Toys, or story books, A Yuan even gave Jiang Qi a key to the house.

At that time, my father was still busy with work, bringing the loss-making company back to life bit by bit, making it stronger and bigger, but he was even busier than before, so busy...

He didn't even come back to attend A Yuan's funeral.

"Why is A Yuan..."

Hua Yue asked in a low voice, but before the end of the question, he became hoarse.

"I am not sure."

Ling Cheng wiped the invisible dust on the tombstone, twisted his fingers and said.

"He didn't know where he heard the story of the little prince during that time, and pestered me to buy books for him to read. On the day I went to buy books, I received a call from Mr. Jiang at the bookstore, saying that A Yuan had fainted at home and asked me to buy books for him. I'll go back right away."

Hua Yue thought of something, turned his head to look at him suddenly, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ling Cheng smiled, and hummed indifferently.

"Just like the day you called me."

Hua Yue's heart was gripped by his words, and he sat next to him, his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

"sorry, I do not know……"

"Don't cry."

Ling Cheng pinched his face jokingly.

"Why do you love to take responsibility on yourself so much? You saved Qianqian that time. What are you sorry for? So what if you know? If you know, don't you care about her?"

"No... I'm just..."

Hua Yue said in a low voice.

"It's just a little uncomfortable..."

"it's already over."

Ling Cheng didn't say the latter words.

When he went back, Ah Yuan was carried into the ambulance.He comforted A Yuan and himself, that nothing will happen, it will get better.

But before arriving at the hospital, A Yuan never opened his eyes again.

Since then, this scene has become a lingering nightmare. He has blamed himself and regretted it. If only he was at home, if only he had been with A Yuan all the time.

But there is no chance of regret.

Ling Cheng let out a sigh of relief.

So when he saw Qianqian being carried into the ambulance, he felt like the cycle was repeating itself, so he was afraid, afraid to experience it again.

"Then how did you know Qianqian? You have always been neighbors?"

Hua Yue asked a question.

"No, I only met Qianqian after Ah Yuan left."

Ling Cheng explained.

"Oh, I just said..."

If they had known Qiao Wanxin back then, they might have changed a lot. Aunt Qiao was too gentle and would definitely take good care of A Yuan. Then, this situation probably wouldn't have happened.

"Didn't you ask me if I stayed a grade?"

Ling Cheng seemed to have opened up the conversation, telling Huayue everything.

"I was in the third year of junior high when Ah Yuan left, but at that time I was really not in the mood to go to school, so Uncle Jiang helped me to suspend school."

"I didn't like to go home at that time. When I got home, I would think of A Yuan, so I walked on the street for no purpose. Once, I ran into Qianqian who was ill on the street."

"At that time, A Yuan had just left not long ago, and I probably subconsciously regarded her as A Yuan, and desperately sought help. Fortunately, Qianqian was fine in the end. After that, I moved to the current residence. The rent was originally Uncle Jiang handed it in for me."

"Aunt Qiao knew about these things, and she has always been very kind to me. Later, she felt that she couldn't always be like this, so she went to be a resident singer, called A Yuan's name, and went to school again. Mr. Jiang probably felt a little guilty, so she came to be a resident singer. I became a teacher and became a head teacher."

Ling Cheng smiled after finishing speaking.

"That's pretty much the brief history of my life."

"Then you are very brave."

Hua Yue leaned on his shoulder and sighed.

"Change if you say change, I probably don't have the courage..."

"Last time, Hua Chao said that I was Xiaosan's child, but there was nothing wrong with that."

Hua Yue pouted and said.

"His mother died of illness. Not long after her death, my father married my mother and gave birth to me. Based on the time, when my mother was pregnant with me, my aunt should still be alive."

"But I don't have a choice. They want to cheat and give birth to me. Can I refuse?"

Ling Cheng frowned.

"Who told you this?"

"Do you know what is the old lady Wang next door to Seventh Aunt and Eighth Aunt?"

Hua Yue said with a smile.

"I don't need anyone to tell me. People around me will gossip like this when they see me. I was very upset at first. Those people who hate gossip also hate my parents, and even more hate Huachao."

"But everything in my life is related to them. I might not be able to live without my parents, so you see, I hate them on the one hand, and on the other hand I want them. I also hated me for a while. Myself, I feel that I am insidious, no different from that kind of green tea bitch."

"Later I felt that I was so stupid. I didn't like me like this. I hoped that my life would be full of sunshine. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to become my own sun."

Hua Yue spread his hands and said.

"To be hypocritical, there are probably only a few wishes that belong to me completely. It is the soul of Huayue. After all, you see, the only thing I can catch is me. I don't want to become some weird person. , I just want to be like myself.”

"Ah."

Ling Cheng looked at him softly.

"You are who you are."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand towards him and looked at him quietly.

Hua Yue stared blankly at his hand, bent his eyes, put his hand on his hand, and interlocked his fingers.

Before leaving, the sun had completely set. I don't know if it was because there were people he knew well in the cemetery, but Hua Yue didn't feel anything to be afraid of.

Stretching and looking at A Yuan's photo, he suddenly sighed.

"A Yuan should be easy to carry, he looks like that kind of obedient kid."

Ling Cheng glanced at him and said with a smile.

"He's more like you."

"Is it."

Hua Yue attributed this sentence to the compliment that the class leader Ling had given him, and when he was about to say something, Ling Cheng added it.

"It looks pretty good, but it's actually more difficult to beat."

Ling Cheng looked at him with curled lips.

"..."

Hua Yue patted the tombstone and said earnestly.

"Ah Yuan, did you hear what your brother said, remember to beat him in his dream at night..."

"Speaking of which, I have something to say hello to you first."

Ling Cheng said with a bit of sternness in his eyes.

"I'm planning to go to Hua Chao."

华越顿了一下，笑笑说。

"Okay, I'll give you his route of action, see where you think is easier, oh yes, I can also provide you with sacks."

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