bereavement

Xie Qin was sitting on the side of the road with a beer in his hand, with his feet in slippers, his calf exposed to the air and blowing the cold wind.

He was kicked out by Jiang Yanyu.

In the early morning after a rain, he was kicked out of the house like a dog.

Jiang Yanyu pressed him against the wall and bit him, the blood from his lips flowed to his chin, Xie Qin didn't resist, Jiang Yanyu thought he had a long memory and was honest, so he patted his face and said, "Be good, from now on."

Xie Qin said yes and nodded.

Then add the sentence "Good mother."

Then, he was thrown out by Jiang Yanyu. He was only wearing short sleeves and shorts, and he was as thin as a leaf.

Xie Qin sat on the side of the road, his hair messed up by the wind, he raised his head and took a sip of beer, his Adam's apple rolled, the alcohol went into his stomach, and the corners of his eyes were irritated a little red.

Even though he looked like this, he still couldn't see a little bit of abjection and humbleness from him.

Xie Qin's temperament is very clear, no matter who it is, he will only look wild at first glance.

Both decadent and full of tenacity and wildness.

Xie Qin stood up staggeringly with a beer in his hand, and walked towards the park next to the community with his slippers on.

He sleeps on park benches more often than on Jiang Yanyu's bed, that's his old den, and in summer he just lies on the bench and watches the stars when he has nowhere to sleep.

Jiang Yan wanted to snatch his ID card, forcing him to go home with nowhere to go. Xie Qin couldn't sleep in the hotel, and floated on the road at night like a lonely ghost. He was so sleepy that he slept in the bridge hole. Chair, sleep on the street.

Later, Xie Qin became smarter and turned his schedule upside down, sleeping at school during the day and doing a few waves at night, enjoying himself.

Seeing an old man lying on the bench from a distance, Xie Qin got a little drunk, walked over in a crooked manner, and kicked his ass without saying a word.

"Grandson," Xie Qin burped, "make room for grandpa."

The kicked man was a homeless man in his forties, with dirty hair sticking to his face, not to mention his clothes. Seeing from a distance, Xie Qin thought he was wearing a black plastic bag.

The homeless man's eyes were opened, but his body did not move, and he lay quietly on the bench.

"You're not fucking up, are you?"

Xie Qin scolded, he is really drunk now, the homeless man ignored him, and he muttered softly: "Then let's sleep together."

He held the wine bottle and poured it on the homeless man, lying on his back on the homeless man's stomach, with his eyes wide open, looking at the dark sky.

After a while, Xie Qin started talking to himself inexplicably, and said lightly: "Why didn't you commit suicide?"

"Life is like shit, what are you doing alive?"

"Family." The tramp said softly.

"Gone."

The homeless man fell silent again. Xie Qin didn't know whether he was talking about him or himself, and murmured drunkenly:

"Why do you have to suffer so much, why do you suffer more misfortunes than others?"

"Why is it not someone else who is unlucky, why is it me."

"What is the meaning of suffering and suffering? Can suffering now be exchanged for happiness in the future?"

"Why are other people born normal children, why are the thoughts in my mind always so dark and pessimistic, why do I have to spend my whole life repairing my character, trying my best to perfect myself into a normal person."

"Why should it take me a lifetime to get what other people have from birth."

"While loathing the world, and living in the world at the same time, it is clear that suicide can be relieved, why not do it."

"It's fucking cheap."

Xie Qin poured half a bottle of wine down his throat in one breath, staring at the sky without blinking, the darkness was boundless, without a single star.

The homeless man listened silently to him venting his negative energy, and asked softly, "Is there anyone who is reluctant?"

"No."

"Maybe there is, but you don't admit it," said the homeless man, "or you don't know it yourself, so you really don't want to."

The corners of Xie Qin's eyes turned red again, probably because of the wind, anyway, he absolutely did not believe that he would cry.

He didn't cry when his parents were violent, he didn't cry when he ran away from home, and he didn't cry when he was treated like a dog by Jiang Yanyu. The word "cry" didn't exist in his memory at all.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and have no desire to continue talking.

Xie Qin's routine was upside down, and he couldn't sleep at night. He got off the homeless man, sat on the ground, leaned back on the bench, and drank quietly while counting sheep.

From early morning to sunrise, Xie Qin drank all night. When he went to school, he was so drunk that he couldn't walk steadily. After he climbed the stairs, he became dizzy for a few seconds, his brain stopped, and he went to the wrong classroom in a daze.

The first student who arrived came in. At first glance, Xie Qin was lying on the table, and thought he had gone to the wrong classroom, so he hurriedly exited to look at the class card.

That's right, it's my class.

The student pursed his lips nervously, walked to his seat lightly, and didn't dare to make a sound.

Everyone in the school knew that Xie Qin got angry when he got up, and secretly gave Xie Qin a nickname, the Sleeping God of the Eighth Middle School.

Next, among the students who entered the classroom, almost everyone stood at the door for two seconds, covering their mouths as soon as they sat down, and asked the people around them what was going on in a low voice.

No one dared to speak loudly, let alone wake up Xie Qin.

Hundreds of eyeballs stared at Xie Qin. Someone wanted to take a photo secretly, but was stopped by his deskmate.

"Do you want to die?"

The sound is not loud, but the classroom is quiet, and it reaches everyone's ears clearly.

Secretly, several mobile phones shrank back.

Peng Fei entered the classroom at this time. He first realized that the surroundings were unbelievably quiet, and then saw Xie Qin.

The smell of alcohol permeated the whole body, as if he drank to death.

The people in the classroom remained quiet, but their minds changed. Some were waiting to watch the show, some gloated, and some took out their mobile phones to record.

The slap marks on Peng Fei's face were still there, and Sun Yang gave him a blusher with a strong hand.

Now Xie Qin was sent to work by himself to be beaten, and anyone who didn't fight back would be fooled. The whole class watched Peng Fei go to Xie Qin's desk and knocked on the table twice with his knuckles.

"Boom, boom."

The leaves rustled outside the window, the curtains danced, and warm light slanted into the classroom.

All eyes locked on them, holding their breath.

Xie Qin turned his head in one direction and went back to sleep.

...

Peng Fei gritted his teeth, grabbed the edge of the table with his hand, and pulled it towards him suddenly. The table was instantly pulled away, and his forehead hit the hole with a "bang".

Xie Qin woke up.

Peng Fei looked at him coldly, pointed to the classroom door: "Get out."

Xie Qin raised his head slowly, met Peng Fei's gaze directly, and yawned at him.

The people in the classroom tried their best to suppress the sound of panting, and they were so quiet that they could hear their own heartbeats, thump, thump, every sound carried the excitement of watching a play.

Everyone thought that Xie Qin was about to get angry and hit someone.

Xie Qin stood up from his seat, sat down on the table next to him, and lit a cigarette.He squinted, scanning the classroom through the swirling smoke.

Wherever the line of sight swept, a piece of head hung down.

"You have to say it twice before you can hear it? Get out," Peng Fei raised his voice, and poked his nose on his face: "Why, you've become a grandson, so you dare not talk back?"

Xie Qin will be really sleepy, and he speaks with a lazy nasal voice.

"Well, I can't fight with my mouth."

After finishing speaking, he punched Peng Fei on the bridge of the nose.

"Grass! Damn you."

Peng Fei covered his nose and screamed, clenched his fist angrily to fight back, Xie Qin turned sideways very quickly, and his fist missed.

Suddenly, a loud voice shouted at the door:

"What are you doing again! The little broken house has turned the sky upside down!"

The audience was in a mess, and rushed back to their seats, pissed off, and the scene was panicked.

The classroom fell silent.

The dean walked up to the podium with a straight face, and slapped the table with a slap, "I'm giving you face!"

"Don't you look at what time it is, it's the third year of high school! Do you know if you are in the third year of high school!"

"Xie Qin, Peng Fei, you two get out!"

classroom door.

Xie Qin and Peng Fei stood together, with their heads down, being scolded honestly.

People in the classroom poked their heads out of the windows and looked hard into the corridor, for fear of missing a bit of the scene. Several boys were stacked together like hamburgers, with their chests pressed against their backs and their breasts rubbing against their thighs.

"Why did you fight?" The dean's face drooped to the ground.

"I didn't move first..."

"Who told you to talk, did you tell me!" The director pointed at Peng Fei, "Shut up that stinking mouth of yours, Xie Qin, and tell me! Why are you fighting!"

"Because I want to."

"What?" The director was taken aback.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, there is no reason." Xie Qin said lazily, "I can't control it."

Peng Fei next to him opened his mouth to speak, but the director closed it with a stare.

"I'm already in the third year of high school and I don't know what's good or bad, right?" the dean gritted his teeth angrily, "Follow me to the teaching office and call the parents. If the parents don't come, you two don't leave school!"