Xueba, wake up

Yan Deqiang rushed out the moment he heard the siren.

Zhu Ling followed closely.

It started very suddenly and ended very suddenly, Yan Sheng was holding the phone, while Du Lanzhen and He Zhonghe were stunned aside.

After a while, several policemen knocked open the door: "What happened?!"

"Sorry for the trouble." Yan Sheng pointed to the debris and blood left by his parents, "Domestic violence, all gone."

"To what extent?" The policeman frowned and took a photo of the mass.

"Slight injury." Yan Sheng said.

"Do you still need to chase after it?"

"No need." Yan Sheng said very calmly, "We'll be fine if we separate."

A few policemen hesitated: "Okay, call us again if there is a situation."

The siren faded away, and three heads popped out of the window.

Yan Sheng walked over in silence and closed the curtains, then found the utility room, and took a broom to clean up the battlefield.

He Zhonghe cleaned up together with him without saying a word, he was shocked by the truth of the scene just now.

It can even be said to be very funny, coming to someone's house for a fight, and then going out with the name.

Du Lanzhen didn't speak, and sat on the sofa watching them both in a daze.

After everything was cleaned up and everything returned to its original state, Yan Sheng and He Zhonghe sat down.

silence.

The empty house was dead silent.

Yan Sheng took a deep breath: "Auntie, I lied to you before, saying that I have no parents."

"But you saw it just now, these are my parents." Yan Sheng said.

He has such a pair of parents.

As the saying goes, what kind of parents teach what kind of children.

is that so?Does Yansheng have their shadows on him?

Du Lanzhen looked at him for a while: "Then you can't say that..."

"Then what if," Yan Sheng turned his head to the side and put his hands on his neck, "what did my parents do?"

He Zhonghe's heart was suddenly clenched.

In front of Du Lanzhen, he tore off his scar again and exposed it to the oppressive air.

"It's also in such a situation, but I was involved." Yan Sheng said softly, "Not only the throat, but also various injuries on my body, stitches, repairs, and plaster casts, all because of my father. mom."

"I moved out of my home when I was a freshman in high school, and I didn't rely on them financially." Yan Sheng said, "I will be nineteen in a few months, do you think they have the qualifications to send me to a rehab center?" ?”

"..." Du Lanzhen leaned on the sofa, covered her forehead, and was silent for a long time, "Go back first."

He Zhonghe and Yansheng were silent, then moved slowly and stood up.

Du Lanzhen closed her eyes and frowned, raised her hand and pointed: "Sit down."

He Zhonghe looked at Yansheng in a panic and winked.

Of course Du Lanzhen knew that there were accomplices outside, so she got up and dragged He Zhonghe to the bedroom.

Just as He Zhonghe was about to break free, Du Lanzhen said calmly, "Don't let me talk to his parents again."

"Click" to lock the door.

Du Lanzhen turned around and made a "please" gesture to Yansheng.

When he lay on the bedroom door and heard the door slowly closing, He Zhonghe leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, hugged his head and rubbed it hard twice.

I can't tell if it was better or worse than expected, but it failed.

How should I put it, as expected.

There was no movement at all outside, He Zhonghe opened the closet wanting to cry but without tears, it was empty without sheets.

No quilt cover or other alternatives.

He walked to the window and took a look, and the latch was locked directly.

Wanting to cry but without tears, He Zhonghe fell on the bed. He Zhonghe was quite at a loss. He didn't understand why he insisted on coming to deliver the head at this time.

I slept well tonight, but when I lay down, I started to stare.

The matter of being locked up in confinement is once familiar.

When Du Lanzhen was still at home when he woke up in the morning, He Zhonghe knocked on the bedroom door: "Report, go to the toilet."

Du Lanzhen came over to open the door for him after a while, and followed him every step of the way until the door of the bathroom.

I don't know if I can catch up with the college entrance examination results conference at 15 o'clock this afternoon. Anyway, the mobile phone has only [-]% left, and the bedroom is half dead.

This time Du Lanzhen didn't talk to him the whole time, and He Zhonghe didn't dare to rub her ears anymore, so he was so nervous.

Du Lanzhen finally went out in the afternoon, He Zhonghe quickly turned on the TV, moved a small bench to sit in front of the TV, and tuned to the provincial education station.

The press conference at four o'clock started on time. Now that the phone's battery was on, he didn't look at it anymore. He just checked the class group, and they were all there.

He Zhonghe called Yansheng.

Regarding Du Lanzhen's confinement method, the two are now very peaceful. They said good night to each other last night and went to sleep separately.

"Are you nervous?" Yan Sheng asked.

"Tight..." He Zhonghe cleared his throat, his voice was so nervous that he choked, "Nervous."

He turned on the speakerphone and put it aside.

"The Provincial Education Admissions and Examination Institute notified the work of marking the summer college entrance examination..."

He Zhonghe stared at the TV screen, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

They had been talking about other things for the first half hour, but He Zhonghe and Yan Sheng didn't say a word, they were going to have a nervous breakdown after listening with their ears open for half an hour.

"This year, popular science..."

He Zhonghe held his breath, jumped up from the small bench and threw himself in front of the TV.

"Score cut-off for ordinary batch of liberal arts: 510."

"Minimum admission control reference line for liberal arts self-enrollment: 552."

His head was buzzing, but He Zhonghe didn't listen to the science line behind him: "It's quite tall."

"Yeah." Yan Sheng's voice was also tense, and he let out a breath, "Let's check the score at night."

From five o'clock to eight o'clock in the evening, it's like sitting on pins and needles.

He Zhonghe walked around the house several times, picking here and there, rummaging there, feeling uncomfortable all over his body.

During this period, I swiped Weibo and Moments a few times, and everyone in this province was saying that this year's score line was outrageous, and the hot search immediately went to the first place, with a small crimson sign of "boiling" next to it.

Flying Dog saw him walking around the house trembling and chanting words, so he also followed.

He Zhonghe frantically picked it up and turned it around a few times.

Even when my mother came home, she didn't hide her nervousness. Du Lanzhen ignored him and went back upstairs by herself.

When the time approached eight o'clock, He Zhonghe turned on the computer.

The computer was still 10% charged, and after searching anxiously around the room, I couldn't find a charger, so I simply switched to the lowest brightness in power-saving mode.

The phone vibrated, and He Zhonghe picked it up without even looking at it, angrily saying, "I can't do it."

"3 minutes." Yan Sheng's voice came, trembling with excitement and nervousness.

"I want to cry." He Zhonghe said, "I'm so nervous, I want to cry."

"Calm down." Yan Sheng's trembling voice suddenly turned into a smile, "I want to laugh when I'm nervous."

"You!" He Zhonghe yelled into the phone, but after yelling, his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say, and he laughed with a trembling voice.

8: 00.

The world stands still for an instant.

He Zhonghe pressed his chest, feeling a little dizzy, the root of his tongue made his beating heart flustered, and he wanted to vomit.

Enter the check sub-system and log in.

I made a mistake several times when I entered the password of the admission ticket number, and it was only the sixth time that I finally started to make small circles.

Although I know that this score must be swiped until midnight to get it...

The interface popped up with a whoosh.

He Zhonghe screamed, and threw his whole body backwards. He and the chair fell firmly to the ground, his elbow was broken, and blood flowed down his arm.

I can't feel the pain at all, but I feel numb in the broken place, and my hands are also numb.

He pulled out the mouse pad and "slapped" it onto the screen.

Then stand up slowly.

"Come out?" Yan Sheng asked.

"..." He Zhonghe trembled, "He came out."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

dare not look.

My mind is extremely chaotic, a lot of pictures flashed by quickly, the dark night I saw when I opened my eyes in winter, the densely packed questions under the desk lamp, the emblem of University S on the corner of the table, Yan Sheng and him reading the grades at the door of the small class...

At the same time, it was blank, almost without the ability to think.

Take a deep breath and let it out.

Wanna see.

Don't read it.

He Zhonghe covered the mouse pad on the screen with one hand, and clicked the cross with trembling hands.

The hand trembled so badly that I couldn't turn it off after clicking it several times.

The computer pops up a window suddenly, and the battery is low and it will shut down soon.

He Zhonghe gritted his teeth and moved the mouse pad up.

blank.

Move up again.

Why is it still blank ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The hand trembled and moved up a lot.

"Comprehensive" and "foreign language" just jumped into his eyes.

He Zhonghe opened his eyes blankly.

"...fuck me."

Comprehensive 268, English 147.5.

An instant premonition flooded my mind.

That feeling can't be expressed, but the moment he saw the scores of these two subjects, He Zhonghe knew that the other two subjects must also be stable.

The mouse pad moved again.

He Zhonghe stretched out his hand to cover the math, and looked at the Chinese score between his hand and the mouse pad.

135, it's okay, and it's super performance.

As his heartbeat became more and more steady, He Zhonghe withdrew his hand.

Hold.

Mathematics 141, this year's essays are difficult.

He Zhonghe stared blankly at the complete interface.

Name: He Zhonghe

Total score: 691.5

Rank: 112

Victory.

His uncle, it's over, it's done.

He Zhonghe thumped and fell to the ground again. After working for a while, he grabbed the edge of the table and stood up. He took the phone weakly, but found that he quit the call at some point, probably because he pressed the button nervously to hang up just now.

After clicking the camera several times, it turned on and aimed at the computer screen.

The computer suddenly flashed a small system blue circle for a second, and the screen went black.

Stand up!

He Zhonghe threw away his phone, stared blankly at the computer with a black screen, and checked over and over again in his mind that what he had just read was correct, it was He Zhonghe, it was He Zhonghe 691.5.

Lying on the floor, he didn't care about the buzzing and vibrating phone, and cried directly.

I didn't work hard in vain, and I didn't live up to this year of getting up early and being greedy.

Unreal.

The phone rang again, and He Zhonghe picked it up, crying even louder when he heard Yansheng's voice.

"Six nine one five..."

That Yansheng smiled, and also put on a nasal voice: "I won."

"Win." He Zhonghe looked at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently, "And you, did you find out?"

"Seven hundred and one." Yan Sheng took a deep breath.

He Zhonghe closed his eyes and squeezed hard.

He lay on the floor and rolled around, until the pain in his body came back again, he stopped when he was sure it was real, bit his lips hard, tears could not stop: "You are too awesome, Yansheng, you are too awesome."

"Come out." Hearing the voice, Yan Sheng was walking quickly, "I'll go find you."