Be good

The wind is blowing, the motorcycle is galloping on the road, and the street scene along the way is whistling backwards in my ears.

Lin Qianxi squinted his eyes in the wind, thinking about what he did just now, he had already imagined a scene——

The crying young man went to report: Sir, I was robbed!

Ah sir is very serious: quickly tell me, what valuable property was robbed?

Little Young: My collection of test papers!

Xiaonian: But he gave me money again...

"Ha!" Lin Qianxi laughed out loud.

The motorcycle braked heavily with a "squeak", and he immediately rushed forward, pressing his face against Zongcheng's tense back, and the hand behind the seat instinctively grabbed forward and grabbed Zongcheng's waist.

This time he really buried his face, and he raised his head and covered the bridge of his nose: "Fuck, did you do it on purpose?"

Zongcheng put his foot on the ground: "It was intentional, can it stop casually?"

Lin Qianxi covered the bridge of his nose and looked at the back of his head. He suddenly noticed the surroundings. There were a few buildings next to him. It was a residential area. It was a bit old, and the buildings were all very simple.He reacted: "Do you live here?"

Zong Cheng didn't deny it, he tilted his head and glanced at his waist: "Let go."

Only then did Lin Qianxi realize that she was just grabbing the waistband of his trousers with this hand, and she was still pulling towards her, as if she was about to pick off someone's trousers.

Zongcheng kicked his legs neatly, got out of the car, threw his schoolbag on his shoulders and left.

"Hey." Lin Qianxi called him, touched the bridge of his nose again: "As for?"

Zongcheng stopped and looked at him.

Lin Qianxi said: "This was an accident. I didn't know I would meet you, and I didn't want to involve you."

"Then I'm unlucky." Zongcheng said indifferently, still suppressing his anger, and walked towards the old buildings.

Seeing him just passing by, Lin Qianxi twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to say anything.

Speaking of this matter, Zongcheng gave him a thug for free, and he would not be happy if it was different, it was a trouble that flew out of nowhere.

The same goes for those young people, it's not good to provoke anyone, such a Buddha.

He stood by the side of the road for a while, until he saw Zongcheng enter the building, and suddenly remembered, homework!

It's not finished yet.

He got on his motorcycle and was about to go.

There was a sudden numbness in the thigh, and it was the phone ringing in his trouser pocket.

Lin Qianxi took it out, and a complete name flashed on it: Lin Huili.

He glanced at it twice before putting it to his ear, mainly because he didn't expect his mother to call him.

"Hello?" Lin Huili's voice was still lukewarm across the radio waves: "Are you coming back today?"

Lin Qianxi was even more surprised. His mother actually asked him if he was going home, reached out to turn the motorcycle key, and answered, "On the way."

"Come back later." His mother said suddenly.

Lin Qianxi stopped, and heard her voice continue to say: "Your Aunt Li is coming to your house for dinner today."

She paused and said, "Did you scare her when you went to the convenience store last time? She has a bad heart and dare not see you anymore."

Lin Qianxi understood, and grinned: "Really?"

That day when I heard Aunt Li was shabby for him, I didn't see any bad heart.

Lin Huili said: "Come back a few hours late, anyway, you often come back late."

Lin Qianxi wanted to say that he needed to make up his homework, but he didn't say anything in the end. The words changed in his mouth, and he changed his mind and asked, "Is that one going to eat at home too?"

Of course it was the one she was dating.

"Yes." Lin Huili finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Lin Qianxi took the phone away from his ears, sat silently in the car for a while, smiled indifferently, and thought it would be okay.

Turning the key, kicking the feet, stepping on the motorcycle and driving out.

It doesn't matter, if you don't go back, you won't go back, where you go is not waiting.

The sound of the roaring motorcycle was far away and could be heard upstairs.

Zongcheng closed the door, threw his schoolbag on the table, took out his phone and turned it on.

He knocked a corner of the phone when he fell, but fortunately the screen was not broken, so he clicked on the video call again.

It took only two seconds to connect, and Gu Yang's face jumped out from the screen: "Brother! You said wait a minute, why is it taking so long?"

Zongcheng thought of Lin Qianxi again, and moved his right hand that had beaten someone: "Some things are delayed."

"Forget it, just see you." Gu Yang asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Zongcheng lifted the schoolbag on the table with one hand and took a look. He was walking so fast at that time, and the takeaway was stuffed into the car and put into the car. Now it has been crushed into an indescribable lump.

"Eat." He covered his schoolbag, perfunctory, took a cup and poured himself a glass of cold water, took a sip, and walked in with it, asking, "How are you doing over there?"

"I'm fine." Gu Yang held up his phone and showed him around: "Look, this is the room Sister Cai prepared for me, isn't it nice?"

The room in the video is small, but very cozy. The walls are painted a light grayish blue, and the lights are on, giving off a warm yellow light, which creates a novel contrast effect.

In the corner was a newly purchased wooden bed with a newly laid checkered sheet, and even a new desk next to it.

Zongcheng said "hmm", "It's pretty good."

Suddenly another face squeezed beside Gu Yang's face, a face of a young woman with heavy makeup, her eyes were crescent-shaped when she smiled: "What's the matter, are you still not at ease with Gu Yang being with me?"

"Don't worry." Zongcheng said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, shepherd's purse."

"Fuck you, my name is Ji Cai, not shepherd's purse! I'm not called sister either, neither big nor small!"

Zongcheng turned a deaf ear, turned over the phone, threw away a few books on the chair by the window, sat down, raised his neck and took a sip of cold water, feeling that the little discomfort caused by the previous action was almost gone, so he turned the phone back again , and said to the screen: "Try to remember next time."

Ji Cai knocked on the screen, and it felt like knocking on his door: "Hey Chenger, let's see you this weekend."

"No," he said lazily, "there's nothing interesting in this little place."

"I'm not going to play, I'm just going to see you." Ji Cai couldn't help but say, "That's it, don't push back, goodbye!"

After speaking, the screen flashed and disappeared.

Gu Yang's face occupied the screen again: "Sister Cai has been nagging, saying that you only brought me and not her when you came. She has an opinion, why don't I come with her on weekends?"

"Don't come," Zong Cheng looked at him: "You've only been back for a few days? Be quiet, as I said, don't come if you can."

Gu Yang could only say: "Okay."

Zong Cheng looked at his drooping eyes, and couldn't bear it anymore. He tapped the screen twice to remind: "Don't you have something to say? Say it quickly."

Gu Yang raised his head, his voice was much softer: "Dad...has he looked for you?"

Zongcheng suddenly remembered the bald young man he met when eating cold noodles with Lin Qianxi that day, without any fluctuation on his face, he said calmly, "No."

Gu Yang seemed relieved: "That's good."

Both of them were silent for a few seconds, Zong Cheng glanced at the time: "Hang up."

"It's only been a few minutes," Gu Yang complained, "I still haven't said a lot."

"I have to do a question, I'll talk about it next time." Zongcheng urged him: "You hang up first."

"Hey, the world of Xueba only has questions. Without a younger brother, you might not be as enthusiastic as Xige."

Zongcheng pursed his lips when he heard that address.

Gu Yang poked his finger on the screen: "Then I'm dead? Really dead?"

"Ah."

With a beep, the screen went black.

Zongcheng put away his mobile phone, turned his head to look at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, everything in this small city is gray and old, the building he lives in, the street outside, even the sky.

He stretched out his hand to grope under the chair, found the test booklet, glanced at it, threw it away, groped again, found the cigarette case, picked it up and poured out a cigarette plug, dangling from his mouth, got up and went to the table, and put the The portion was pressed into a pile of indescribable things, and he opened the door and went out.

After going downstairs and throwing things into the trash can, Zongcheng walked away from those old buildings and walked a long way along the road before thinking of looking for a lighter to light a cigarette.

He stood at the empty crossroads, tilted his head, dialed the lighter with one hand close to his mouth, glanced forward casually, suddenly paused, and straightened his head.

About tens of meters away, the old motorcycle was parked.

Zongcheng took the cigarette from his mouth, didn't he clearly hear that Lin Qianxi had left?

Lin Qianxi was in a dark house on the side of the road.

There are two rooms in this room, which are connected horizontally. One sells household groceries, and the other houses old game arcade machines from the last century. There are also pool tables, mahjong tables, and various tables. They are all for fun anyway. , I don’t know why the combination is so strange.

He was sitting next to the mahjong table with his legs crossed. On the table was the "Complete Works of Refined Works", which he forcibly bought from a young man.

It was right to sell it to him, Xiaonian had never made this at all, the inside was brand new, only graffiti was painted on the cover, a woman with big breasts was drawn, and her mouth was slanted.

Lin Qianxi tore up the cover and threw it away a long time ago. It was so fucking ugly that he felt he was at a loss. This would be a [-]% discount, which would be too much money.

A man in his thirties, wearing flip-flops and a black vest, came to the room selling groceries: "You actually come to my place to do your homework? Where is Qin Yidong? Don't you two always regard me as your 'old man'?" place', why didn't he come with you?"

It's the boss here, Yang Rui, who has known him for so many years.

Lin Qianxi looked away from the test paper and said deliberately: "There are too many questions, so I refuse to answer."

Qin Yidong avoided the question just like that.

This "old place" Qin Yidong asked him to come last time and he didn't come. Now that he broke up with him, he expected that Qin Yidong's temper would never come again, so he remembered it, and it happened that he was not far away.

Yang Rui put a toothpick in his mouth: "Whatever you want, I just haven't seen you for a while, why did you go?"

"Class." Lin Qianxi said.

Yang Rui stopped to look at him, and muttered, "It's strange, I'm in class and doing homework again..." Ignored him, took a feather duster from the table next to him, and went back to the grocery store.

Lin Qianxi used to like to come here because it is casual, no one cares about anyone, whatever he likes.

He conveniently stuffed the pen in his mouth and dangled it, turned to the test paper assigned for homework, took the pen back into his hand, and read the questions bravely.

When Zongcheng walked to the door, he saw Lin Qianxi sitting behind a mahjong table, staring at the open test paper without moving.

After a while, he suddenly turned his head and threw it with his hand. With a "click", a dart went straight into a dartboard on the wall behind him.

"Great brother Xi, I'll definitely do it this time!" Lin Qianxi yelled and looked down at the test paper.

Zongcheng looked at it expressionlessly, what could this be?

Lin Qianxi wrote a few words on the test paper, stopped, frowned and shook his legs, suddenly grabbed a dart on the table, and then threw it again.

"You're so handsome, Brother Xi! You're so handsome! You're the most beautiful boy on this street! You can do one more question this time, you can!" After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued writing the test paper.

Zong Cheng finally understood, was this trying to cheer him up?

He glanced at the dartboard on the wall, turned away casually, looked back again, and raised his eyebrows slightly, a little unexpectedly.

There were four or five darts on the board, and almost all of them hit the red heart, and the only one missed the red heart, and it was one square away.

Zongcheng couldn't help but glanced at Lin Qianxi again, and suddenly remembered what he said to Jiang Hao outside the billiard room that day: "There are things I don't know how to play?"

I didn't expect it to be really good.

"Shopping?" Yang Rui from the grocery store poked his head out to see.

It was too late for Zongcheng to leave, so he went into his place and said to the freezer, "Get a bottle of water."

When he returned to the door with a bottle of chilled mineral water, Lin Qianxi was already looking at him.

"Why did you come here again?"

Zong Cheng put one hand in his pocket, shook the water in his hand, and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Lin Qianxi patted the test paper: "Make up your homework."

"Make it up here?"

"Where can't I make up." Lin Qianxi looked calm, and looked at the question again: "I'll leave when I'm done."

Zongcheng watched him read the questions at the door.

Lin Qianxi's eyes became fixed and did not move for a long time.

After another 2 minutes, he still didn't write.

Zongcheng unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip, then said flatly, "You are going to live here."

"?" Lin Qianxi looked up, stared at him for several seconds, and said, "It's a good thing I don't fight now."

Zongcheng raised his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Why, I still have to thank you for letting me go?"

"Fuck," Lin Qianxi threw down his pen, "Even if you got into a fight for me today, don't target me now, you have the guts to wait until I finish writing!"

Zongcheng suddenly walked over a few steps, looked down at the question, it was a geometric figure, reached out and took his pen to draw a line on the figure: "Is this difficult?"

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment, and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to finish writing? It will take at most 5 minutes to finish this question." Zongcheng pointed at the line he drew with his pen tip: "Look at the space through this line, and geometry talks about space. Can you write it? "

Lin Qianxi looked down at the picture, then at him, and frowned: "Fuck, you really want to have a fight with me, don't you, so hard?"

Zong Cheng looked at his face, suddenly threw away the pen, turned around and left.

It's a bit of a struggle, but he is here to teach Lin Qianxi how to do the questions, which is inexplicable.

Lin Qianxi kept watching him go out and disappear, only then did he realize that he just left.

"What are you crazy about..." He looked at the empty doorway, and then at the test paper in front of him, did he come here specially to teach him how to do the questions?