I don't want a crematorium

Summer is almost over and the weather is still hot.

Han Yang skipped class again, lying down and sleeping on the stone chair in the promenade behind the teaching building.

The green shade overhead blocked the sun and cast shadows on his face.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at Yu Yingrong standing above his head: "Go back to class."

Yu Yingrong sat beside him, tilting his head to look at him, "I ran out with great difficulty, why do I have to go back. Just let me lie down too."

As he spoke, he lowered himself down and lay beside him.

The stone chair is not too narrow, but it is still difficult to accommodate two boys aged seventeen or eighteen.

Han Yang sat up and took out the cigarette case.

Although his grades have always been good because of his good brain, and most of the teachers like him very much, but in fact he can't be regarded as a good student, and the school rules naturally don't take him seriously.

When he put the cigarette by his mouth, Han Yang realized that he didn't take the lighter.

He sighed, the sultry weather made him not want to move much.

So in the end, I just sat there with a cigarette in my mouth.

A sound of footsteps came and stopped in front of him.

Han Yang raised his head, and Gu Yu was standing there looking at him.

"Is there a fire?" Han Yang asked him.

"Yes." The really good student with good character and academics took out the lighter from his pocket, stretched out his hand and pressed the switch, the flame rose with a sound, Gu Yu's other hand blocked the wind that might blow, Handed it in front of Han Yang.

Han Yang, who just wanted to borrow a lighter, smiled, "You are really incredible."

After speaking, he tilted his head and lit the cigarette, and the smell of tobacco swept his entire mouth in the next second.

Gu Yu didn't stay long before leaving.

Yu Yingrong, who hadn't fallen asleep all this time, lay behind Han Yang and quietly looked at the grass on the ground. From Gu Yu to Gu Yu, he heard it clearly. He stretched out his hand to pinch a grass, and asked aloud: " You have been very close to this student recently."

"Is there?" Han Yang disagreed.

Yu Yingrong laughed silently, pressed his fingers harder, and squeezed out some grass juice, "Yes."

He turned around, put an arm around Han Yang's waist, and said close to him, "So I have to keep him away from you."

Han Yang didn't speak, and smoked quietly.

He knew a little about Yu Yingrong's thoughts.

But don't want to respond.If he gets involved with the Yu family's son, neither family will stop.

But speaking of it, it's not such a high-sounding reason.

It's just that Han Yang is not interested in him.

Han Yang broke Yu Yingrong's hand, stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can, "Let's go."

"Are you still coming to class this afternoon?" Mu Zecheng is leaving today, and Han Yang should go to meet him.

"I'm not coming." After saying that, Han Yang left.

But Yu Yingrong didn't follow, he also sat up, picked up Han Yang's dropped cigarette case, sniffed it, and frowned.

Sure enough, he didn't like the smell of smoke very much.

He stood up, walked in another direction, and found Gu Yu who had just finished running [-] under the horizontal bar.

Because of the sudden high-intensity exercise, he seemed to be out of breath, his whole face was flushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was holding his pair of glasses in his hand.

Yu Yingrong took a careful look at him, then looked at his jacket on the horizontal bar, raised his legs, hooked his toes into his pockets, and dragged them to the ground, and the lighter inside fell out along with it.

Seeing this scene, the people next to him didn't dare to speak up and moved away silently.

Yu Yingrong kicked off the lighter, squatted down suddenly, and looked at Gu Yu, "You really like Han Yang, right? You know he smokes, so you carry a lighter with you. It's disgusting."

"none of your business."

Yu Yingrong smiled, but raised his hand directly to grab Gu Yu's hair, and pressed his head into the sandpit next to him.

Gu Yu was unprepared, the sand got into his eyes, and the severe pain made him tremblingly close one eye.

"You are so annoying, really." Yu Yingrong gritted his teeth and looked at him impatiently, "Do you think you are the first? Let me tell you, you are not, and of course you will not be the last. You are very Like the previous two, they are not doing very well."

The pain from the eyeball made Gu Yu unable to show the perfect sarcastic smile as before, he panted, "The teacher is here."

Yu Yingrong seemed to hear a joke, "Ha, do you think the teacher can control me?"

"Where's Han Yang?" Gu Yu's remaining eye looked at Yu Yingrong, "He won't be happy seeing you like this."

Yu Yingrong looked at him, "You still dare to provoke me."

Gu Yu looked at him with extremely calm eyes, and the physiological tears secreted by his body soaked one eye socket, relieving the pain, and he also showed a smile.

The teacher also rushed over at this time, "Hey, what are you doing. Let go."

Yu Yingrong didn't respond.

The teacher had no choice but to walk over a few steps. Although this guy is not very easy to deal with, he can't sit idly by in this situation.

But Yu Yingrong suddenly let go of his hand at this moment, stood up, and showed a nice smile, "Sorry, we were just playing."

After turning around, his expression immediately became a little hideous.

It had been a long time since anyone had made him so angry.

-

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Mu Zecheng's house.

As soon as Han Yang arrived at the gate, he met his father and several other people who came out together. They should have come together.

Seeing Han Yang, Father Han frowned, "Did you skip class again?"

Han Yang didn't speak.

"You kid, forget it, go, say goodbye to your Uncle Mu." Han Yang's father rubbed his head, "Remember to go home tonight."

"understood."

Han Yang waved his hand and walked towards the door.

Walking into the living room with ease, there was still tea on the table for entertaining guests, which was already cold.

Han Yang looked around, but did not see Mu Zecheng.

I went upstairs to the study.

Mu Zecheng was sitting by the window, when he heard the voice, he turned his head and said with a smile, "You're here."

"Ah."

Mu Zecheng beckoned, and Han Yang went to sit next to him and sat down.

There are two stools kept in this study.

There was still hot tea on the small coffee table, so Han Yang picked it up and poured himself a cup, "Are you leaving tonight?"

"Correct."

Han Yang leaned back in his chair and took a sip of tea, "Then I can only see you off here."

Mu Zecheng smiled, "I'm glad you can come today."

Han Yang looked at him strangely, "Of course I will come."

Anyway, Mu Zecheng is his uncle.

After drinking a cup, he picked up the teapot again, but Mu Zecheng held his wrist, pulled him up to his nose and sniffed it, then let go, "Smoking again?"

Han Yang did not deny it.

"You are still young, smoke less."

Although Mu Zecheng said so, Han Yang was the one who taught him how to smoke.

When Han Yang lived in Mu Zecheng's house, he would occasionally see him smoking.Although Mu Zecheng still pays attention not to smoke in front of him.

Mu Zecheng noticed his sight that day, he thought for a while, approached Han Yang, held the cigarette between his fingers, stretched out his arm from behind him, pressed it against his lips, and looked down at him with a chuckle: " Want to try it?"

Although Han Yang was already an adult at this time because he was sick and had to leave school, normal elders would not let their children smoke.

At that time, Han Yang opened his mouth while thinking this way, holding the cigarette in his mouth.

Mu Zecheng is indeed not a good uncle in the traditional sense, but Han Yang learned a lot from him that his father would not teach him.

The taste of smoking for the first time was not pleasant, so Han Yang pushed his hand away speechlessly, and Mu Zecheng smiled and took back the cigarette.

Han Yang withdrew his hand and continued to pour his tea, "I smoke very little."

He's not someone without self-control.

It's just that I smoked half a cigarette today, and my body was stained with a little bit of smoke, which was actually smelled by Mu Zecheng.

Mu Zecheng propped his face sideways and lowered his eyelids.

The two of them didn't talk a lot in one afternoon.

They have always been like this.

Never thought it was weird.

But when Han Yang was about to leave, Mu Zecheng also stood up, reaching out to hug him in a rare way.

Mu Zecheng wrapped his hands around Han Yang's back, "I will be back."

-

At night, Yu Yingrong couldn't sleep, so he called Han Yang and chatted, "Musze City should have left."

"Ah." Han Yang responded, playing the game console while turning on the hands-free, "You should call uncle."

"What uncle, I have nothing to do with him." Every time Yu Yingrong saw Mu Zecheng, he always felt a little nervous, "Let's go out to play tomorrow, to the beach."

"Too lazy to go." Han Yang closed the game after winning the game, "I fell asleep and hung up."

"Okay." Yu Yingrong looked at the phone and bent his eyes, then he will deal with his own affairs in advance.

Gu Yu has been in a bad mood recently.

This is something everyone in their class knows.

Someone might have gone too far before, and Gu Yu's deskmate knew it very well.

Most likely because of a provocation, the boys in the front row took out a knife and cut Gu Yu's leg during class.

Extremely childish bullying may only dare to be skipped lightly because of concerns.

And there are only a small number of people who like to pick things up.

Compared with now, it can really be said that it is just a small fight.

In the beginning it was isolation, not sure who started it.It came suddenly.

The representative of last night's class that was to be handed in had already been put away, but it would be scattered all over the floor before class started, and then someone would ask Gu Yu, the school committee, to pick it up, and no one would care about it, and dare not.

As soon as Gu Yu left, the table would be filled with garbage, and the stool would be filled with ink.

The textbooks will also be torn into a mess and appear on the lawn downstairs.

This is only mild, and the thorns in other classes will come to make trouble when the get out of class is over.

Sometimes it's just hands-on, and more often it's tables and chairs and all the things that can cause serious injuries.

Sometimes, Gu Yu's blood would flow on the classroom floor.

The classmates will feel that it is too much, but they dare not speak up.

Some gauze bandages gradually appeared on Gu Yu's body, and even the teacher was shocked and asked him what happened.

Gu Yu just said with clear eyes that it was all right.

After a semester like this, Gu Yu was admitted to the hospital twice.

The commotion was too loud. The police came twice, but after taking these people away, another person appeared.

The squad leader couldn't stand it anymore, this time she blocked the door to prevent those outside from entering.

But a few boys kicked the door open with a few kicks.

The class monitor looked at Gu Yu, who was bleeding from his forehead, and pushed him out of the classroom, "Go, don't come back."

If this continues, Gu Yu will lose half of his life sooner or later, and the best solution can only be to transfer to another school.

Gu Yu, who was pushed out of the door, bumped into someone he hadn't seen for half a semester.

Han Yang looked at the blood on his head and frowned.

A few boys followed behind, Han Yang turned his head to look and saw a familiar face.

The other party saw him stunned for a moment, quickly stopped the others, and left with his head down.

Han Yang looked at the man's back.

Knowing that Yu Yingrong knew this person.

Turning his head, Gu Yu was looking at him, the blood on his forehead dripped down on the leader, "Long time no see."

Han Yang glanced at the blood on his head and went straight to his classroom without saying a word.

The whole class fell silent for a moment because he suddenly pushed the door open.

Han Yang has not been to school for a long time.

Everyone knows why.

The scandal of his father's imprisonment is well known.

Everyone thought he would never appear again.

But at this time he suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.

As if he didn't see their eyes, he returned to his seat and began to sleep.

It took 2 minutes for the teacher to react and continue the class.

Han Yang never woke up again until the orange glow outside filled the entire sky.

Someone came in, sat on the table next to Han Yang, and gently touched his head.