Epigenetic

Being stayed by Chen Zhou, Zhu Weixing left school an hour later than usual.He happened to meet a few acquaintances at the traffic lights when he came out of U Art in his silver lady car.

It was the bandit army, and they also waited at the intersection on bicycles, Jiang Yi took the lead, followed by a wave of strong young and middle-aged men, almost twenty of them mighty, threatening people.

Zhu Weixing's pestle fell into the corn field like a reed pole next to them, so thin that it would fall in the wind, and it was not enough to hold it.

But the weakness in stature has made up for it in temperament.Zhu Weixing has clear eyebrows and clear eyes, and has a graceful and generous posture. Even if she pushes a women's bicycle, she doesn't look weak and delicate at all, and her momentum even overwhelms many strong men. Seeing Guan Xiaoliang and others, a slight nod is a greeting.

Guan Xiaoliang asked him with a smile, "Is school over?"

Zhu MSI: "Yes."

Guan Xiaoliang made an invitation: "It's my birthday today, and I'm planning to have a shift with my brothers, come together?"

Zhu Weixing would be noticed as soon as he stood there, and after hearing what Guan Xiaoliang said, even more people would come to see him.

From that street, it still looks like this, no need to guess, eight or nine out of ten are U Arts students.These rough men make friends all over the world, but they are the only ones who are completely different from the artists of uyi.There is no deep hatred, but it is a habit formed by the ancestors. Since ancient times, U Art has despised the spirit of the Institute of Physical Education, and the Institute of Physical Education has crushed the physical ability of U Art. Occasionally, a small spark can be sparked between men and women, and only anger can be wiped out between men and women.Although Jiang Yi, an outlier like Jiang Yi, has appeared in the U body in the past two years, and the balance between the two schools treating each other as idiots is on the verge of collapse, but in the past, when they met, they could not speak when they met, and if they could see each other, they could not see it.

So in front of so many brothers, Guan Xiaoliang from U Sports naturally invited a boy from U Art, and it was still a purely personal situation, which can not but surprise people.In addition, Jiang Yi was on the side, even if Guan Xiaoliang was the birthday star, he couldn't help but look at his expression.

What's interesting is that Jiang Yi didn't speak, and he didn't look impatient. He just stepped on his foot and watched silently, as if he was waiting for the boy to answer.

The boy shook his head readily when he received the invitation.

"No, I want to go home and practice the flute." She refused without even making an excuse.

Guan Xiaoliang was not annoyed, and smiled brightly: "Okay."

The light had turned green, and the group should have moved on, but Guan Xiaoliang didn't move. It was the same reason, because he found that Jiang Yi hadn't moved.

Jiang Yi propped up his bicycle, and suddenly asked Guan Xiaoliang: "What's the name of the broken high school closest to our alley?"

Guan Xiaoliang was puzzled, thought for a while and replied: "Bai...uh, Baige High School." The name is silly enough to make people impressed.

Jiang Yi turned back again, swept around a group of strong men behind him, and asked, "Who said this is my high school?"

The big guys looked at each other inside without knowing.

Someone stood up after 1 minute.

"Brother Yi, as I said, I was in Baige in high school..." The other party raised his hand nervously. It was none other than the little fan who failed to invite Jiang Yi to a birthday party last time. Idol roll call.

"This school has a lot of special students, and our courtyard has at least two figures." Guan Xiaoliang said, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Jiang Yi suddenly.

"Has there been any jumping accidents in your school in the past two years?" Jiang Yi asked the little fan.From the corner of the eye, Zhu Weixing's figure was obviously taken aback.

"Ah?" The little fan was stunned, "jumping off a building? I don't remember... Wait, there seems to be one."

"Talk to him." Jiang Yi lifted his chin in Zhu Weixing's direction.

The little fan couldn't figure it out, but tried to remember obediently: "It's just... there was a person, uh, two years ago when I was in my third year of high school, he jumped off the building. The school said it was because of too much pressure."

Zhu Weixing didn't expect Jiang Yizhen to help him inquire, and he was so vigorous and resolute that he didn't choose a place, so he asked someone on the main road.

But when the opportunity comes, Zhu MSI will not fail to grasp it: "What's his name?"

"I forgot what it was called...it seems to be Meng."

"you sure?"

The little fan nodded: "For this reason, our whole school will suspend classes for three days to hold a symposium. We are afraid that the students will be under pressure from study and have psychological problems. We want to relieve everyone's pressure. At the beginning, we didn't say the name of the student who had the accident, but the students in the same grade, time After a long time, I can't hide it."

"Is there no campus bullying incident?" Zhu Weixing seriously asked for confirmation.

The little fan blushed suddenly when he saw him, and then shook his head after a moment of stupefaction: "If you jump off a building, the police will definitely investigate, but I don't remember it, maybe it's not bullying inside the school, but outside the school?"

Zhu Weixing asked again: "Then do you know... a man named Fu Wei?" Ma Qing, Meng Ji, and Fu Wei are all from high school, and this person may have heard of him.

The little fan thought about it for a long time: "It seems... I met him before, is it short, but the family is rich? I don't know him very well, and I haven't seen him since graduation."

"Where are the people in Fu Wei's class?"

The little fan nodded: "I know this, he seems to be from Class [-], and so is my good buddy."

Zhu Weixing hesitated, and was thinking of how to be tactful and polite, hoping that the other party could help to understand.

The little bandit at the other end directly said to the little fan: "Send your brother's phone number." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows provocatively at Zhu Weixing.

I wish MSI happiness to the heart, and gave a look of "I know I appreciate it".They were silent and very secretive, but being seen by someone with a heart, they felt that their silent communication was inexplicably more tacit and intimate than their verbal communication.

This boy not only has friendship with their blue-haired brother, but also has a close relationship with Old Jiang?

A U-art?

male?

And their Winged Brothers?

strange.

Over there, Jiang Yi finished his questioning and rode out first. Why did he stop suddenly, why did he leave suddenly, he couldn't say what he wanted.

But everyone is used to his straightforward behavior, obedient and obedient, as soon as Jiang Yi left, they filed after him like ducklings, all the hunks were well-behaved JPG.

Only a few members of the Bandit Legion looked at Zhu Weixing and exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

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Today, the breakfast shop held a promotion for buying cakes and milk together with a [-]% discount and a small cake for free. After repeated improvements, Uncle Shen's cakes reached a very high degree of market fit, and the business exploded immediately.The long line made two rounds in front of the milk stall and couldn't stand still. Zhu Weixing was busy until almost nine o'clock before taking a breather. Please ask Uncle Shen to make a specially added food and quantity for someone to stay, but he didn't see the other party. Appear.

Afraid of wasting any more, Zhu Weixing could only ask Uncle Shen to help take care of the stall, and went back to the alley with the cake.

Zhu Weixing didn't see Jiang Yi back before going to bed last night, and didn't see anyone from the bandit army in Yuzhou Street in the morning, maybe yesterday's birthday was too late.I just don't know if the little bandit is at home or has he gone to school?

When I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I found an old lady with gray hair sitting under the eaves in front of me, basking in the sun. Her hands were tied with plaster, and only her legs could move.The blanket on her legs slipped to the ground, and the old lady was there alone, eager to pick it up, but unable to do so, she just watched anxiously.

Zhu Weixing quickly stepped forward to pick up the blanket for her.I wanted to cover it back, but when I raised my head, I looked at myself with straight eyes.The other party's eyes were hale and hearty under his drooping eyelids, and he even stared at him with a hint of sharpness, as if he had discovered something shocking.

Zhu Weixing didn't know what to do, so he hung the blanket to the side of the handrail and planned to leave, but was stopped by the old lady.

"what's your name?"

The alleys are full of old neighbors, and if you don’t look up and look down, Zhu Weixing will politely answer if you don’t want to talk: “Hi, I’m Zhu Weixing from Building No. [-].”

"The Zhu family? Zhu Jianlin's son?"

Zhu Weixing knew that Zhu Jianlin was his father's name, so he nodded.

But the old man stopped talking, and just stared at him intently, as if he wanted to embroider a painting on Zhu Weixing's face.

Zhu Weixing felt uncomfortably looked at, and nodded to leave, before he took a step, he heard the old man talking behind his back.

"You are not wishing the family."

The tone was sure, it was clearly in front of him, but it seemed to be coming from afar, with a gloomy and gloomy tone.

Zhu MSI paused and turned around in a daze.

Meeting the old lady's heavy eyes, she repeated in a whisper: "Your surname is not Zhu, your...is not called Zhu Weixing."

Zhu Weixing's eyes fell, and he glanced at the old man's broken arm, confirming the identity of the other party in his heart.

Zhu Weixing was not in a hurry, and asked calmly: "Then tell me... what is my name?"

The old lady's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was about to open her mouth, but a voice came before her.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing again?!"

Zhu Weixing looked over and saw Miao Xiangxue coming out of the mahjong parlor in Building No. [-], followed by a beautiful woman.

It was the woman who spoke, smiling coquettishly, but looked at the old lady coldly.

"I said Grandma Song, it's enough to communicate with your grandparents about your ghostly things. Young people are progressive in their thinking, and if they don't want to listen to your preaching, you can just be lenient."

The old lady, that is, the famous Song Venus, Goddess, Grandma, ignored their hostility and only focused on Zhu Weixing, still repeating the sentence: "You are not Zhu's family."

Zhu Weixing frowned.

The beautiful woman sneered: "He is not from the Zhu family, so could it be your family? Follow your surname Song? Your grandson is gone?"

Mrs. Song was silent.

Miao Xiangxue was more straightforward, dragging Zhu Weixing away, preventing him from being poisoned by feudalism here.

Zhu Weixing went out for a while and suddenly heard an old man shouting in a high voice: "He is Du Liniang...he is Du Liniang..."

The two around me laughed angrily.

Miao Xiangxue rolled her eyes, walked to the carport and couldn't help scolding her.

"This old woman, it's not enough to harm my son, but now she's talking nonsense to someone else. If it weren't for her age, I would have had a bad temper..."

"No, the old man in the mahjong parlor still likes to listen to her nonsense. You don't know how much trouble you have had these days. Sometimes you say, 'Grandma Song told me that I can't sit in the south today, and I will lose money', and then I say ' Grandma Song wouldn't let me go to the night show, saying that our alley is not clean and has evil spirits lately, Grandma Song, Grandma Song, I'm getting bored to death." The beautiful woman also complained.

"Weixing," Miao Xiangxue turned to the boy next to her, and rarely put on a parental look, "Don't believe this old woman's nonsense, she was found to have Alzheimer's a few years ago, and she was normal for a while and went crazy for a while."

"That's right," the beautiful woman laughed, "Du Liniang...hahahahaha, how about singing "A Dream in the Garden"? A big guy can be seen as a boudoir lady, why don't I see my old lady as Cui Yingying? My wife is so obsessed with listening to dramas that I can't tell the truth from the fake. But it's easy to get confused when seeing beautiful children, which is similar to me."