There is a price to be paid for cheating food and drinking

The consequence of being exposed to the rain and taking a cold shower was that Qi Yu had a fever again. He returned home in a daze, found out the medicine Feng Jiayang bought for him last time, and swallowed it dryly without following the water.

My head hurts more and more, my mind is chaotic, sometimes I feel like I'm still in school, and sometimes I'm in the hospital again, or I repeat Qi Zhiping's words repeatedly.Qi Yu lay powerlessly on the bed. He didn't pick up the phone and stared at it dryly until he became more conscious. After watching for a long time, his eyelids were sore and his consciousness became blurred again.

He thought, Feng Jiayang should go home, right?Why haven't you contacted him yet?

Qi Yu couldn't hold on anymore because of the strength of the medicine. He fell asleep, but he didn't know him very well.

Perhaps because of Qi Zhiping, he vaguely recalled when he was a child, it seemed that when his grandfather was still there, Jiang Tinghong and Qi Zhiping didn't like him very much either.Later, when Jiang Tinghong became pregnant, they sent him to the countryside with the excuse that no one was taking care of him.

After Feng Jiayang apologized, the family fell into a quarrel.

Kang Ruhui was determined to send Feng Jiayang abroad. Feng Yan, who had strongly opposed it before, maintained a neutral attitude this time and did not express his opinion for a long time.

Feng Jiayang was the first one who couldn't sit still, "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

Seeing this, Song Jun couldn't help interjecting, "Xiao Jia just came back, let him rest for a while."

The old lady is in a dilemma. Although he loves his grandson, he still can't accept this matter with a man.She is a person with half a foot in the coffin. She knows that what she will experience in the future will be far more terrifying than the present. He just loves his grandson.

She waved her hand at Feng Jiayang and asked, "Son, can you listen to grandma about this problem? Let's get rid of it."

Feng Jiayang shook his head, and replied bitterly: "Grandma, I can't change it."

Kang Ruhui strode forward and grabbed Feng Jiayang's arm. His freshly manicured nails dug into his flesh through his clothes, and asked him, "Have you ever thought about what to do in the future? How will the two men live?"

Feng Jiayang was very annoying to Kang Ruhui, he really wanted to push her away, he wanted to tell you what to do with you, is it too late to know that you still have a son?

But he still kept these words in his stomach. He gently pulled Kang Ruhui's hand away, then walked towards grandma, and knelt down on the floor with a "plop".

Everyone was taken aback, Feng Yan came to his senses, and immediately stepped forward to pull Feng Jiayang up, "What are you doing? If you can't be hard, then you can be soft? You still want to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. Who can learn this routine from?"

Feng Yan pulled it a few times but didn't pull it, and finally sat aside angrily, and simply ignored him.

Feng Jiayang didn't mean to intimidate, he really felt that he was sorry for grandma and cut off her hope of holding a grandson.

In just a few minutes, Feng Jiayang thought very long-term, and said everything in one sentence: "Grandma, I will live a good life in the future. You don't have to worry about me getting old and not relying on me. I will be very promising in the future. I will earn money." A lot of money, if I am really left alone in the future, I will go to a nursing home, play mahjong, chess, and Tai Chi with the old man."

The old lady was amused by this nonsensical words, Feng Yan gave him a blank look, and turned back, "You haven't learned yet, you still have a lot of promise."

Song Jun patted Feng Yan on the shoulder. He actually thought of a solution a long time ago, but he didn't know if Feng Yan could accept it. He said, "Is there someone I know in the [-]th Middle School? It shouldn't be a problem to spend some money to go through the transfer procedures." .”

The better high schools in Yangping City require self-examination, and even better schools cannot get into even if they spend money without an introducer, such as Feng Jiayang's current Yangping No. [-] Middle School.The No. [-] Middle School is an ordinary high school in Jiangbei, Yangping City. Not only is the location relatively remote, but the teaching staff and education level are also incomparable with those of colleges and universities.

The [-]th High School was not the best, but it was indeed one of the few that Feng Jiayang could go to.

Feng Yan sighed: "Although the average grade of No. [-] High School is a bit poor, that school is notoriously strict, you must live in the school, you are not allowed to bring your mobile phone during the school period, and you only have one vacation per month. It is quite suitable to manage this kid. of."

It is precisely because of the strict management that the enrollment rate of the [-]th Middle School each year is divided into half and half.

Feng Jiayang lowered his eyes and knelt straight on the ground. Compared to going abroad, he would rather go to No. [-] Middle School. Even if he could only see Qi Yu once a month, he would not be separated from his two countries.

He looked up with firm eyes: "I'm going to No. [-] Middle School."

Kang Ruhui naturally had a million reluctances in her heart, but for the first time in her life, she did not object. Feng Jiayang's gentle movement of pulling her away just now was extraordinarily gentle, which warmed her heart.In fact, she has always understood that she has been away for too long, and she no longer has the right to intervene. At first, she just didn't want to admit it.

Now I understand what the old lady said back then. She was right. She said that she would only remember that she had a son when she was old, and regret that she had abandoned him.

That night, Feng Jiayang ran out.

Everyone in the family knew what he was going to do, but no one pointed it out. They didn't agree to it, but they didn't obstruct it. Just like Feng Jiayang himself said, he will live well.

Isn't it the wish of the elders for the children to live well?

But before leaving, Feng Yan reminded him coldly: "He didn't go to class today, and he hasn't come to school for three days, so he needs to invite parents."

Feng Jiayang knew that his aunt's heart had softened, so he hugged her and kissed her hard.

Feng Yan reached out to wipe the saliva off his face, and said in disgust, "Hurry up, it's dirty."

When Feng Jiayang really rolled away, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

Feng Jiayang took a taxi and went straight home. Instead of calling Qi Yu to report his safety, he calmly bought two bowls of wontons downstairs, thinking of giving Qi Yu a surprise.

Pushing open the door, the lights in the room were not turned on, and it was deadly quiet.Feng Jiayang suppressed his restlessness, and tiptoedly pushed open the bedroom door.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bulging ball on the bed. He put the wonton on the ground and walked over.

Qi Yu slept soundly, Feng Jiayang scolded in his heart: Little bastard, you don't care about me at all.

But he gently picked up the quilt in his hand and covered the sleeping person.

The movements were light and slow, but Qi Yu was still woken up.Maybe he hasn't woken up yet, although his eyes are open, but they are not focused.He stared blankly at the man covering him in front of him, his mind drifted away for a long time, and then he gathered little by little.

He grabbed Feng Jiayang suddenly, and called him hoarsely: "Brother Jia?"

Feng Jiayang looked at him, "It's me."

After hearing the answer, Qi Yu became quiet. He blinked, then withdrew his hand, turned his head and buried his face in the pillow, unwilling to look at Feng Jiayang.

Feng Jiayang laughed at this series of actions. He patted Qi Yu's head and teased him: "What? You despise me after not seeing you for two days?"

After asking, they discussed again: "How about I go shave, wash my face and come back?"

After speaking, he made a gesture to get up and really wanted to go, Qi Yu felt that there was nothing around him, and quickly reached out to grab Feng Jiayang.

He turned his head, the tears that he wanted to hold back flowed out of the corner of his eyes disobediently, and he couldn't control it.

Feng Jiayang heard him sobbing silently, his heart ached, and he felt extremely uncomfortable: "Why are you crying?"

He lifted the quilt and got in, put his arms around Qi Yu, and coaxed: "Brother is back, don't cry, I won't worry you again, okay?"

Qi Yu buried his face in Feng Jiayang's chest, he seemed a little confused between reality and dreams, only by hugging Feng Jiayang tightly could he feel that everything around him was real.

His voice came out muffled, weak and dazed, and he asked, "Brother Jia, who do you think I am?"