The Boyfriend Return Policy

Then they didn't speak anymore, they leaned together quietly, the two teachers sitting around were chatting about homework, Xu Du propped his forehead and listened with his face tilted.

Teacher Zhuang: "Xu Du, take something over there?"

Xu Du shook his head: "No, I'm too lazy to take it."

Mr. Zhuang poked his head with his hand: "You are the only one who is lazy, when will you leave?"

"What time is it?" Xu Du looked up at the clock, "It's so late..."

He lifted the blanket and got up: "I have to go."

Xu Du said it easily, but it was inevitable that he saw loneliness in the eyes of the two elders. Xu Du smiled and waved his hands: "Let's go."

Zhou Jixing: "I'll take you there."

Teacher Zhuang sent them to the door and kept telling them to be careful on the road. Xu Du originally thought that Zhou Jixing said to send him off, at most he would be sent to the airport, who knows...

Holding the two tickets, Xu Du was speechless for a long time: "...When did you buy it?"

Zhou Jixing was driving, driving smoothly, he said lightly: "When you fell asleep."

Xu Du: "..."

Xu Du didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are sick, do you think you are not torturing yourself enough?"

Zhou Jixing: "I'll take you there and come back."

Xu Du was good at poking his shoulder, Zhou Ji lined his tendons, he habitually raised his chest and raised his head, his muscles were tense: "Crazy, do you know how long it will take to go back and forth? You don't want to rehearse the play?"

Weeks are serious: "Time is squeezed out."

Xu Du tut: "You can learn from the cow."

Even though he said that, Xu Du didn't really tell him not to give it away. He bought the air ticket, and Xu Du was reluctant to part with the money. After all, they are very poor now, and the price of an air ticket will undoubtedly make their poor family worse.

Zhou Jixing: "Actually, are you having fun?"

Xu Du crossed his arms, looked at him sideways, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Zhou Jixing: "It's hard to buy my personal service."

Xu Du: "Why do you become more narcissistic after you've been angry?"

"This is not narcissism." The corner of Zhou Jixing's mouth evoked a domineering CEO's smile, "This is the male instinct to show off."

Xu Du smiled and raised his head, leaning on the seat, covering his eyes with his hands, showing that he didn't see.

Zhou Jixing sneered: "At this time, the partner should have a certain response and affirmation."

When it was over, I added another sentence: "It's best to be elated, and the joy can't be concealed."

Xu Du laughed until his shoulders were shaking: "Yes, yes, I was overjoyed and wept with joy."

Zhou Jixing rolled his eyes: "..."

Your physical tears are obviously from laughter...

Zhou Jixing was about to say a few more words when his phone rang.

There is no note on the phone.

Zhou Jixing's eyes darkened.

The phone rang for a long time, Zhou Jixing did not move, Xu Du opened his eyes, and reminded: "The phone is ringing, answer or hang up, hurry up."

Zhou Jixing hung up the phone, but unfortunately the other party was very persistent... To be precise, it should be very domineering. He made several phone calls, which greatly affected the navigation. Let Zhou Jixing answer the phone.

Zhou Jixing finally took out the phone.

Xu Du said, "Pull over, I'll drive."

Zhou Jixing lowered his eyes, and nodded in agreement after a while.

The two changed places, Zhou Jixing answered the phone, Xu Du heard him hum.

Qiao Ying cut to the chase: "Your father is dead."

Zhou Jixing hummed lightly.

Qiao Ying: "Have you gone back yet?"

Zhou Jixing: "I don't plan to go back."

Qiao Ying was silent for a moment, and asked to meet Zhou Jixing now. Her tone was very tough. How could a person with her character be forced to do such a thing by Liang Fulan in the first place.

Zhou Jixing: "Not now."

Qiao Ying hung up the phone directly, and was waiting for him at Xu Du's house anyway.

Zhou Jixing was holding the mobile phone. At that home, Qiaoying was a little different from him because she was also a victim.

Zhou Jixing longed for a role like a mother, and Qiao Ying also repeatedly instilled the idea that "she only has him". She was a rebellious existence in that family, and in some respects, she seemed to be the same type of person as Zhou Jixing.

Zhou Jixing was silent for a long time, and finally Xu Du spoke first: "Are you going back?"

A few minutes ago, they said they would leave together. It seems that this ticket is destined to make their poor family worse.

Xu Du was about to pull over and park: "I'll go down and take a taxi, you can just drive back."

Zhou Jixing finally said: "No, keep going."

Xu Du showed a slightly helpless expression: "Go back, um, how should I put it, Cao Xi once had a girlfriend, and then they broke up, probably the year before last, when his ex-girlfriend suddenly added him on WeChat, Cao Xi's girlish heart began They jumped, and the two of them didn't speak, at least Cao Xi looked at the dialog box without a sentence every day, and was anxious about looking forward to it, of course, he said it himself."

Xu Du said lightly: "His expectation ended when he finally mustered up the courage in the eight bottles of RIO and prepared for an earth-shattering reunion."

Zhou Jixing: "Why?"

Xu Du: "Because he went to look for her, and the other party was not indifferent. During the chat, Cao Xi realized that the past was really in the past. His ex-girlfriend couldn't be that girl in her teens. What he liked was only the beginning. The feeling of being in love, all the anticipation and throbbing, all ended when he tore off the filter of that memory with his own hands, of course, he also said this himself."

When Xu Du said this, he laughed. The only advantage of Cao Xi's character is his straightforwardness. When he is happy, he must send a group of more than a dozen people. When he is sad, he must speak out loudly and tell everyone——Brother Very uncomfortable.

Xu Du: "I don't want to interfere with your decision, but a few lines, your feeling, you have to pierce it yourself, since you have already taken a big step in the past, just continue to take this small step. "

Xu Du turned his head sideways, looked at Zhou Jixing, and frowned: "Then the rest of the memories will be all about me."

Xu Du is actually a very comforting person. He looks carefree, but he may not be thinking. What comes out of his mouth are all memories that couldn't be easier.

Zhou Jixing was in front of him, and suddenly, he felt extremely at ease.

Xu Du had given him this kind of peace of mind too many times, even though they had only known each other for a year.

Zhou Jixing was saved by Xu Du.

Zhou Jixing: "Okay."

Xu Du nodded with a smile, and was about to park the car. After a few trips, he said, "I'll take you to the airport first. It's not too late."

Xu Du raised his brows, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and said, "Okay."

"Okay." Xu Du smiled and waved his hands, "Let's go, be careful on the way back."

Zhou Jixing looked at him, his baseball cap was slightly pressed down, but it was not very effective to meet his gaze. Zhou Jixing raised his hand and shook it at his wrist: "Call me when we arrive."

Xu Du: "Okay, okay."

It's almost time, Xu Dude went in.

Xu Du raised his head and smiled, raised his hand, clasped his fingers on the visor of Zhou Ji's hat, which was almost a head taller than him, and knocked: "Crybaby, don't cry behind my back."

Xu Du turned and left with a free and easy back, until he got on the plane, took out the ticket that belonged to Zhou Jixing, smiled with the corner of his mouth curled up, then closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep, the social animal still had to struggle tomorrow.

On the way home, Zhou Jixing called Mr. Zhuang, and then went directly back to the community. He parked the car at Xu Du's usual parking spot, and when he got out of the car, he saw a woman in fashionable clothes looking at her rather coldly. with him.

The moment Zhou Jixing looked at her, there was an illusion of looking in a mirror.

Zhou Jixing walked over, and he walked past Qiao Ying: "Come on."

Qiao Ying didn't move, she was arrogant and cold: "You don't even call mom now?"

Zhou Jixing was very calm, unexpectedly calm, as if the tension in the car was fake: "Mom, come up, of course, if you have nothing special to say, there is really no need to go up."

Qiao Ying lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment, then stepped on the stairs with high heels.

Xu Du's house can't keep up with the exquisite decoration now, it looks like the kind of suite bought ten years ago, it was fashionable at that time, but now it has long been abandoned by fashion.

Qiao Ying frowned.

Zhou's few trips were extremely natural, and he made coffee for himself slowly, and brought a cup to Qiao Ying.

Qiao Ying was sitting on the old sofa in a brand-new brand-new dress, and she looked a little out of place. To be harsh, Qiao Ying was actually much more ruthless than Zhou Jixing. After all, she was the life-saving money of the man who had two children with her. A woman who can spend money and swipe her credit card. Obviously, Zhou Chunsheng's death did not make her feel sad at all, and even washed away a stain.

Zhou Jixing can't remember what she was like before. Qiao Ying has no culture, and she married Zhou Guogen because Zhou's family has a mountain.

Zhou Jixing went back many years later, and Zhou Jishu had grown into a big girl. She lowered her head submissively, clasped her hands together, and placed them in front of her body, afraid that Zhou Jixing would scold her for her informant, while Qiao Ying seemed to be It was sitting on a bamboo chair in the corner, quiet and peaceful, like yellowed bamboo, without any vitality.

Zhou Jixing: "What do you want to say?"

Qiao Ying sat here, as if she had been thrown into the trash, feeling uncomfortable all over, she frowned and said bluntly: "Even if you are not popular now, you still have to pay my living expenses."

She said: "You are my son, born to me, you have to support me."

Zhou Jixing was not angry, he was used to Qiao Ying switching between indifference and crying in the past few years.

Zhou Jixing nodded: "I will support you."

Qiao Ying heard that she was satisfied, and if she was satisfied, she would leave this ghostly place as soon as possible. She didn't remember that she was sitting in this position when she came last time.

Zhou Jixing: "I will support you, but I will not give you so much money."

Qiao Ying: "What?"

"First of all, I'm very poor now. If you don't believe me, you can sue me. In the court, I will show dozens of my compensation documents as proof. Secondly..." Zhou Jixing raised his eyes, and his eyes were very similar to Qiao Ying's. , the facial features are also like Qiao Ying, the mother and son look at each other, oppressing each other, "Secondly, Mom, I want to end this deformed thought."

After Qiao Ying heard that Zhou Jixing would no longer give her such a generous living allowance, she became very restless, to be precise, crazy, like a patient in a mental hospital, hysterical, and her coffee cup was blown up by her It was smashed, and when she was about to go crazy, Zhou Jixing held her down.

The young and tall son easily restrained Qiao Ying, and Qiao Ying was pressed tightly on the sofa by him. Qiao Ying was still struggling, the sofa creaked, and the chain on the small leather skirt rubbed against the sofa.

Zhou's words enveloped her, and he looked at Qiao Ying: "I know you tried to kill me many times."

Suddenly, the wrist held by Zhou Jixing stopped struggling.

Zhou Jixing: "I still remember, I saw you add rat poison to the eggplant."

The woman's face froze, her pupils dilated, and the whites of her eyes rolled faintly, like a dead fish.

She wanted to die, many times, to take everyone away.

She doesn't like Zhou Jixing, and she can't develop maternal love for the product of her father-in-law's rape.

She watched the child grow up day by day, reminding him to accept his fate, and he became more and more like Zhou Chunsheng who smiled strangely at him.

Zhou Jixing: "Qiaoying, you are sick, we are all sick, you don't know which one occupies the position in your heart more, I don't know what the role of mother is like, such a long period On the way, we each get what we need, but do you really feel that you have come out?"

"I'm living a good life now, so I will support you, and I will continue to call you Mom. I won't hate anyone anymore, Qiao Ying, I already know what family is."

Zhou Jixing looked at her, and Qiao Ying was not unkind to her. Maybe Cinderella's stepmother had given Cinderella some insignificant things. Over the years, Zhou Jixing magnified them, and then magnified them, telling himself, this is me. mother.

The teenage girl was born white, her arms were like lotus root joints, slender and fair, she was wearing the prettiest little skirt and the daisies that were picked in full bloom, walking on the path in the field.

This walk... to the present.

Qiao Ying opened her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

.........

Day by day, Zhou Jixing moved directly into the bookstore. From composition for junior high school students to ordinary novels, the draft paper he wrote can be folded into a wall. Ye Zhibi also said a few more words to him, In addition to watching him rehearse plays every day, he will also say a few more words.

One day, Zhou Jixing went downstairs to watch Wang Linchuan's new film, which was shot last year and only released this year after review.

The theme is a light-hearted school drama, but the difference is that it plays youth, not love. Wang Linchuan plays the role of a high school head teacher who has just joined the job, and the class he is in charge of is an ordinary class that is more than enough than the bottom.

They were mixed in the middle. On the one hand, they were urged by their teachers and parents to learn from the students in the experimental class, and strive to enter the top [-] in the next grade. On the other hand, they looked down on the students in the ordinary class next door, thinking that the poor students were too noisy It has affected their studies, so they are arrogant and inferior, like every ordinary person who is insulated from geniuses.

The ordinary-looking class teacher seems to be no different from other class teachers, but the students are still glad that at least this teacher is not like the last child who showed off every day and complained how much time she spent on them as a teacher.