Everyone started to love me after wearing the book

"Your father is going on a business trip next week, the parent meeting..."

Fei Lan stood in the living room, holding a glass of water in his hand, looking at the woman who came out of the kitchen, "Where is my parent?"

Jiang Hui has long been used to Fei Lan like this. She pulled back a lock of hair hanging down her cheek, and said softly, "You can go and tell your father that this is a matter between you and your son."

Fei Lan lowered his eyelids.

Taking a sip of the water in the glass, he suddenly smiled.

"Aunt Jiang, Ye Lingwei collapsed on the playground this afternoon, do you know what he called me?" Fei Lan said softly, knowing exactly where the pain point of the woman in front of her was.

"He called me brother." Fei Lan said lightly, without any fluctuating emotions, "Just like when I was a child."

Jiang Hui is a woman who doesn't love anyone or even herself very much. What she wants is a love from one end to the other, moving heaven and earth, and vowing to each other forever.

The only person Fei Lan knew who could show cracks in Jiang Hui's mask was Ye Lingwei.

When her son hurts, she hurts.

Jiang Hui stood next to the dining table. The lilies on the table were just changed by the aunt this morning. The thick and white petals especially matched Jiang Hui's face now.

Felan laughed.

did not speak.

As early as the moment when she chose Fei Qiang, she should have expected the embarrassing situation now. The child who called her Aunt Jiang when she was a child still calls her Aunt Jiang politely, but the tone and demeanor between the lines are completely different. It seems to be with great irony and ridicule.

But she never regretted it, even now.

She reached out to fiddle with the cutlery on the table, and said softly, "What does that have to do with me?"

Life and death are fate, and she can't control them.

Fei Lan was indifferent, in fact he was indifferent to these people.

Whether it's Jiang Hui, Fei Qiang, or anyone else.

When Ye Lingwei hooked his fingers, he looked down at the boy's soft and beautiful neck, where the sweat rolled down from the side of the neck, and the boy's fingers in his palm were slender and soft.

Even when she was a child, Ye Lingwei never took the initiative to get close to her like this, and being able to timidly call her brother is amazing.

Hearing the boy's moaning in pain, Fei Lan gripped his heart with a pain he didn't know where it came from. He seemed to empathize with the other person's heart disease, and felt extremely refreshed.

Just like now, don't let each other have a good time.

just die here...

It is a matter of course that the crowd is in full view.

Fei Lan lowered his eyes, and slowly let go of his fingers, Ye Lingwei's fingers were about to slip from the palm of his hand.

"elder brother."

The other party yelled softly.

Fei Lan didn't have time to think about it, and his movements were even one step faster than his brain. He held Ye Lingwei's hand and squatted in front of him.

"elder brother."

He clenched Ye Lingwei's hand tightly, holding it tightly, his eyes were calm and indifferent, like a dense forest that was frighteningly quiet without any disturbance, "Don't bark, I'm not your brother."

After sending him to the infirmary, he stayed alone outside the corridor for a long time. It was a stupid act to vent his anger, but the dark thoughts and impulses just now occupied all his thoughts like crazy.

He called himself brother, and he has been since childhood, regardless of other people, at least Ye Lingwei is innocent.

When Fei Lan was a child, he still paid close attention to Ye Lingwei who was in poor health, like a pitiful little animal. When he called himself brother for the first time, Fei Lan thought it was a very good thing.

Fragile and fragile, Fei Lan likes such a younger brother, only he knows how to maintain such a delicate and fragile porcelain.

Only he has the qualifications to destroy.

The parent meeting in the third year of high school will be held as scheduled.

Ye Lingwei only rested at home for one day, and went to class as usual the next day. As soon as he went, he saw Gao Linhao lying on the table howling hoarsely.

"Why is there such a thing as a parent meeting in the world?"

"Can I spend money to hire someone outside?" Gao Linhao said suddenly, and immediately became depressed, "But I don't have money."

Ye Lingwei sat down, "Parents meeting?"

"Didn't you ask for leave?" Gao Linhao is used to chatting with Ye Lingwei during this time. Ye Lingwei was not there yesterday afternoon, and he has no one to talk to. Chatting with Brother Lan is also very boring.

Brother Lan ignored him again.

"Actually, it's okay." Ye Lingwei said calmly.

His heart disease was discovered later, and it's not a serious type that can't even carry out daily activities. As long as the operation goes well, he still has a high chance of recovering.

Gao Linhao didn't understand this very well, but seeing Ye Lingwei's face looked good, he felt relieved and started beeping.

"Did you forget? Isn't there a parent-teacher meeting every year? They always choose this kind of time when they have just upgraded and just finished their exams. The last time the parent-teacher meeting was held, Pokémon didn't know what it said to my mother. It was on the playground. , my mother almost twisted my ears off."

"Actually, I think you can't judge a hero based on your grades, right? I don't want to be admitted to Beijing University, I want to be a little flower seller."

Gao Linhao began to dance and describe to Ye Lingwei his career plan for selling flowers, and Ye Lingwei listened with great interest.

Gao Linhao and his friends always regarded him as bullshit, but when they came to Ye Lingwei, the other party listened so seriously that Gao Linhao was almost moved to tears.

"But some flowers have to be imported."

Gao Linhao listened and nodded in agreement.

"And flowers need to be cultivated. Even if you are wholesale from the market, you need to know how to maintain the flowers and how to maintain them to keep them fresh for the longest period." Ye Lingwei said slowly.

"Besides, if your business is exported, you're not allowed to deal with foreigners. You still have to use English, don't you?"

"That's right!" Gao Linhao slapped the table, feeling that what Ye Lingwei said was true!

"..."

After Gao Linhao finished talking about himself, he asked Ye Lingwei, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Ye Lingwei thought for a while, "Draw a picture."

"Huahua?" Gao Linhao was stunned for a moment, why didn't Huahua go to the specialty class, the division of the third middle school is very simple, one point for arts and sciences, one point for art and sports, and it's gone.

Besides, Gao Linhao had never seen Ye Lingwei paint.

Ye Lingwei has a talent for painting, but he never thought about it. When he studied liberal arts, he was only good at liberal arts, so he didn't like it much.

A few days ago, under the desk, I accidentally found a stack of thick drawing paper that Yuan body put in a drawer. On it were some cute comic strips. Although Yuan body was taciturn, his imagination was unusually rich.

In fact, it’s okay to try new things.

"Painting is so difficult. At first, my mother thought I was stupid and hopeless. She also said that the special student was taking a shortcut, so let me go too. I can take a fucking shortcut, and there is no shortcut." Gao Linhao's mouth was broken. Read the complaint.

Ye Lingwei touched Gao Linhao's head comfortingly, this is the only person in this book that Ye Lingwei thinks is real and lovely.

During the 10-minute break at noon, Ye Lingwei didn't ask her aunt to deliver food, but bought a piece of bread in the supermarket, and went to the bathroom before returning to the classroom.

There were not many people in the corridor, it was hot at noon, and there was a lot of homework. Except for people who came out to go to the bathroom like Ye Lingwei, I couldn't meet anyone else.

When I arrived at the door of the bathroom, I saw the eye-catching yellow sign - under maintenance - standing at the door. Ye Lingwei went downstairs, and the downstairs was the site of the special class.

The bathroom was quiet and quiet, Ye Lingwei washed his hands, only to hear a suppressed whimper coming from a cubicle.

In such a situation, people feel a little hairy on the back.

"..."

Ye Lingwei rolled up his sleeves and knocked on the door of the cubicle, "What's the matter, classmate?"

As he asked, the door opened slowly and was not locked at all.

There was a boy squatting inside, with messy hair, two buttons missing on his white school uniform, no pants, and tears on his face.

Ye Lingwei was taken aback at first, and then asked, "Why didn't you lock the door?"

The boy grows very softly, even with tears and snot all over his face, he doesn't look ugly, and he doesn't feel like he's being bullied.

He curled up with a face of humiliation, "They won't let me lock the door."

they?

Ye Lingwei just thought about it for a few seconds, and knew who the boys were referring to. They were exactly the same as the Class [-] that Yuan Chen was in before, and they took pleasure in bullying others.

"Leave me alone, close the door and go quickly," the boy whispered, "As long as I stay here until school is over, I'll be fine."

Ye Lingwei raised the corner of his mouth and changed the subject, "What's your name?"

Chen Yiming lowered his head and hugged his knees, "Chen Yiming."

"Chen Yiming..." Ye Lingwei called him.

"It's only ten past twelve, and we'll finish class at nine in the evening." Ye Lingwei said helplessly.

"You just wait here." Ye Lingwei was moody and moody, which almost made Chen Yiming unable to react and resist.

When Ye Lingwei left, there was a bit of hostility emanating from his brows and eyes. It wasn't because he had bad intentions, but because he could empathize with him, because the original body had experienced similar embarrassment and insults.

Chen Yiming tried to stop Ye Lingwei, this pretty eye-catching boy, he knew Ye Lingwei from the liberal arts class, now transferred to the first class, before, he was always bullied, but now he has not heard much about it.

As useless as myself, what else can I do?Chen Yiming smiled bitterly, helplessly.

Ye Lingwei's classroom has an extra set of clothes, which his aunt prepared specially for fear that he might catch a cold if he sweats, and Ye Lingwei catches a cold easily.

Gao Linhao saw Ye Lingwei come in in a hurry, then rushed out again, stretching his neck, "What are you running for?"

"Don't die?!" Gao Linhao ran to the corridor, even though Ye Lingwei didn't run, but walked a little hurriedly, he also felt scared.

It was so hot yesterday that the rubber track was scorching hot. If Brother Lan hadn't caught Ye Lingwei in time, his skin would have been burned when he touched the track.

This is the first time Gao Linhao has dealt with human life since he grew up.

Gao Linhao saw Ye Lingwei go downstairs, not to the bathroom on this floor.

Ye Lingwei was carrying a paper bag and hadn't entered the door yet. Standing at the door, he saw a few tall and burly boys surrounding Chen Yiming on the ground. You kicked him back and forth. Chen Yiming curled up on the ground with his head in his arms, his eyes lost , like a lifeless doll.

There were already faint bruises on the two legs without trousers, and even a few feet were dedicated to kicking his ass, followed by a few giggles.

Ye Lingwei himself has never experienced such a thing since he was a child. He may have seen it on the Internet, but he has never seen this kind of scene with his own eyes, which makes people panic.

The original body, beside the trash can, was also treated like this. The book only brought it in a few words. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, Ye Lingwei knew exactly what the original body went through, and how painful it was when he went through it.

Even though he wasn't kicked around, the cold violence of the whole class was enough to break the original body.

Ye Lingwei hesitated between the stick she brought and the stick at the door, and finally chose the wooden stick at the door, bent down to pick it up, walked in, and slammed it on the back of one of the boys in a black T-shirt.

There was a lot of force and a loud voice, and the bathroom suddenly fell silent. Everyone stopped, looking at the boy who was beaten, and also at the boy behind him.

Ye Lingwei is against the light, which is the light itself.

Chen Yiming held his head, and saw the pair of white canvas shoes that left and came back from the gap between his arms and body, tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.

Ye Lingwei threw the paper bag in front of Chen Yiming, and said calmly, "Go and change it."

Chen Yiming didn't dare to move.

Ye Lingwei gave a low laugh, tilted his head, and tapped the ground with a stick, his tone was cold, and he was completely different from when he curiously asked his name.

"I told you to change it."

Chen Yiming gritted his teeth, slowly got up from the ground, grabbed the paper bag, and walked into the compartment.

Until the door of the compartment was closed, during this period, Yuan Song kept looking at Ye Lingwei. He didn't stop him, and he didn't seem to notice the pain in his back.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Yuan Song's voice sounded behind Ye Lingwei, "Ye Lingwei, sick man, if you think you're dying too slowly, you can just say it, I don't mind helping you."

Of course Yuan Song knew Ye Lingwei, the sick guy from class seven.

It's easy to recognize, when you see a person, you think he is very good-looking, that is Ye Lingwei.

This is a description in the forums during this period. It was not used to be like this before. It used to be that when you see a person who looks like a ghost, that is Ye Lingwei.

Yuan Song closely followed the trend, wanting to know what kind of person this is, and why everyone's evaluation suddenly changed in such a short period of time.

When Ye Lingwei turned around, Yuan Song didn't think about those words in the forum at all, the name Ye Lingwei appeared in his mind almost instantly.

Good-looking piercing eyes.

But Yuan Song is not Yan Gou, he still has the idea of ​​killing Ye Lingwei.

Ye Lingwei leaned against the wall with a stick in his hand, smiling innocently, "I'm not afraid of you, but I will sue."

Yuan Song had a sloppy face, and he even had a black thumb-sized moon tattooed on the end of his eyebrows. He even got a serious warning for this, but because of his good grades, after the punishment was passed, the matter was over.

Yuan Song lowered his head slightly and looked at Ye Lingwei, "Please beg me now, please don't kill you, I can think about it."

"I'll count to three," Yuan Song said with a smile, "For the sake of your good looks, cutie."

Ye Lingwei's fingers clenched the stick tightly.

"one."

"Why do you have to be strong when you have a heart attack? I don't quite understand what people like you are pretending to be in their heads?"

"two."

Ye Lingwei put his hands behind his back.

"Come here, I'll tell you something." Ye Lingwei interrupted Yuan Song's counting, and said obediently, with a low eyebrow and a pleasing appearance, which is very deceptive.

anyone's heart.

Yuan Song frowned and looked at Ye Lingwei.

Ye Lingwei approached actively, raised his face, his eyes reflected the sun in the corridor, shining golden, like a fairy.

"I'm telling you..."

Ye Lingwei clenched the stick brought from the classroom with his fingers. When Yuan Song was almost defenseless, he raised the stick and directly hit Yuan Song's abdomen.

Black, lacquered, with a row of dark red adjustment buttons on the top.

Yuan Song was so painful that his facial features became distorted, and he fell to the ground, unable to swear at others. He moved his fingers and tried to get a few followers to kill Ye Lingwei, but they were all completely shocked. They were shocked by the things in Ye Lingwei's hands. shocked.

What the hell is that?

Yuan Song's fingers scratched at the ground, and randomly touched a piece of paper. He squinted his eyes and barely read the words on it.

——Adjustable high-energy volt anti-wolf electric baton, supports USB and supports batteries, charges once, and manages for three days, the electric wolf dies, you!worth having!

Hey!

Yuan Song's breathing was stagnant, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.