After transferring to another school, I was stared at by the student god

Just do what you say, there is no gap for Bai Ji to persuade.

He could only drag his family with his son and two dogs, all the way from the "Mist and Mirage" in the east of the river to the "447 music restaurant" in the west of the river.

Bai Ji is not sensitive to alcohol, and he doesn't like to come to these places where there are lights and feasting. He just knows that Liang Fengqiu is familiar with this place, but he didn't expect that everyone in the tavern knew him to such a degree of familiarity.

"Little Liang? Where are you going to sing today?"

"Go to Xihe to sing, everyone is welcome to row a boat to listen!"

"Xiao Liang is drunk? Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Brother Hua, he stole my guitar! It's a birthday present from my Que'er, it's engraved!"

Ji Beisheng and Liang Fengqiu supported each other, but they looked down on each other and worked hard from left to right.

"Carved characters?" Ji Beisheng's eyes were drunk, "What did you engrave? Happy birthday."

"The structure is too small." Liang Fengqiu was disgusted but proud, "It's engraved that autumn is better than spring."

Ji Beisheng's mind was muddled, he didn't know what was going on, he nodded with his mouth open, and said, "Wow, wow, Brother Bai is a cultured person."Then he started to compete with Liang Fengqiu in ancient poetry solitaire.

The corners of Bai Ji's mouth twitched, his temples bulged, he endured a lot of temper and didn't throw the two idiots into the trash can, just as he felt ashamed, his back suddenly sank, and his neck fell on him.

"You still gave him a guitar?"

"hold head high."

"What does the engraved poem mean?"

I say that autumn wins the spring.

There is no other meaning. At that time, the person who bought the guitar asked if he wanted to engrave something. The child in the store was writing Chinese. Bai Ji caught a glimpse of this poem. It is open-minded and has a good meaning.

"I'm uneducated, just picked up poems from junior high school textbooks and engraved them." Bai Ji licked his lips, embarrassed to explain, afraid of getting bored, "Anyway, it's a blessing."

Hot air breathed in his ears, with a thin smell of wine and wheat.

Qi Xiang said pitifully, "Then why don't you send me off for my birthday?"

"..." Bai Ji gritted his teeth and asked for gifts, "Brother, how long have I known you, is it in time for your birthday?"

"I'm on winter vacation, February [-]st." Qi Xiang emphasized, "Don't forget my brother's birthday."

Bai Ji recited it to himself several times, but he didn't want Qi Xiang to emphasize the fact that he was older than himself, so he simply gave a "huh".

"Just huh?" Qi Xiang asked, "Have you thought about what to give me?"

"Send you a Bugatti Veyron."

Qi Xiang turned his face away in a murmur, his expression not too strange.

Brother Hua didn't return the guitar to Liang Fengqiu in the end, and the improvised singers in the shop were still using it.

He saw that Liang Fengqiu was drunk and didn't scold him, so he asked him to borrow it from an acquaintance who had finished singing, and when he turned around, he explained to himself, "I borrowed it, I borrowed it, my reputation is ruined by him, a bastard."

In the end, they really met a resident singer who was acquainted with Liang Fengqiu. Liang Fengqiu pounced on him to call his brother, and while pounced on him, he took off his guitar and dragged Ji Beisheng away.

Ji Beisheng laughed wildly all the way, shouting, I have never been so cool in my life!

Bai Ji: ...

He stood under the colorful neon lights, speechless. Fortunately, the singer had a good temper. Facing Bai Ji's apology, he waved his hand and asked Liang Fengqiu to pay it back tomorrow.

Liang Fengqiu's level is there, and drunkenness does not hinder him from playing and singing. When holding the guitar, his temperament suddenly changes, leaning against the stone pier of the river dam, singing slowly with his head down.

Folk songs, the lyrics are like narratives, and a few simple sentences widen and lengthen the years.

Liang Fengqiu's voice has its own charm, like a wandering poet whispering, singing drunk all the guests around, after listening to a song, seven or eight people applaud, giving the feeling of being empty.

Among them, Ji Beisheng applauded the most. He changed his previous disdain, and sang a soothing song that made his blood boil, "I want my sister to sign you! Master let you debut as a top star!"

To a certain extent, Ji Beisheng is so frank and straightforward that it makes people feel careless.

Boom -- Liang Fengqiu slid his fingers across the six strings, and pressed them down again.

He tilted his head back and drank half a bottle of wine, scraped the corner of his mouth with his arm, and became more drunk, "Damn it, I'm going to take the college entrance examination, the university entrance exam!"

Ji Beisheng was stuck, and his words were tinged with respect, "Huh? You are still a top student, what a pity!" He didn't understand why the college entrance examination and his debut conflicted, but he was bluffed by Liang Fengqiu, and he felt that he should not be underestimated.

"Me?" Liang Fengqiu laughed at himself, "I'm not a top student, but my Que'er is!"

He staggered and bumped into Bai Ji's back, rubbed Bai Ji's head chaotically, and seemed to sigh, "Our family's brain is really smart, when he was in elementary school and junior high school, he was in the top five of the provincial math competition every year! It was a waste of youth in the thirteenth high school, fortunately we transferred, fortunately we transferred!"

Provincial math competition?Save a few cups?

As soon as Liang Fengqiu's words slipped out of his mouth, Qi Xiang raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at Bai Ji. He was helpless and irritable, but he didn't deny it. His hair was scratched like weeds, and the corners of his mouth were stained red with paprika, like a down and out homeless child.

Bai Ji: "Liang Fengqiu, you—"

"Good brother, hug one!" Liang Fengqiu hugged Bai Ji's head, blocked his swear words, and howled in disarray, "Que'er, you have to study hard, dad will always believe in you, and if you get the top score in the college entrance examination, dad will personally give you a hand." Write a song for you, I have already thought of the name, it is called "Respect My Number One Scholar Brother Bai Ji", do you think it sounds good?"

Bai Ji's mind went numb: ...

Damn, he feels so dead right now, fast forward to burning books and abolishing the college entrance examination system.

With force on his wrist, he pulled the octopus off his head, "Don't force me to sink it for you!"

Liang Fengqiu lacked a support point, so he slid along the table and sat on the ground.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Ji Beisheng jumped out suddenly. He had top cancer, and he couldn't care about the atmosphere in front of him. He put his arms around Qi Xiang and shouted, "The champion must belong to my brother! Under Qi God, all living beings are equal! As long as my brother takes the college entrance examination, there will be no one else." What's up."

"Of course, Brother Bai, I didn't mean to look down on you!" He added cautiously, comparing himself with Liang Fengqiu, "Brother, when you take the No. [-] exam, I will let TV stations across the country broadcast this good news in turn. No. [-]! Is it cool?"

Qi Xiang smiled, he didn't feel ashamed, and said yes, a big screen with wide horizontal bars, and it would be best if the theater had a good news before the film was released.

Bai Ji: ...I can't eat this meal!

The more the cowhide is blown, the louder the voice is.

But with the intake of alcohol, several people gradually entered the state of sages after the great joy.

In the end, Liang Fengqiu could no longer hold the guitar, and leaned against the bridge pier to pant. Ji Beisheng was holding the wine bottle, staring blankly at the bottle, and Qi Xiang held Bai Ji's arm without moving for a long time.

Yuehui branded silver rings on the rippling river, and the small square-inch table was in a mess. Bai Ji swept the skewers on the plate and burped with a cumin-scented belch. Come to feel sleepy and absurd.

At the busiest point of nightlife, 100 people have to line up to start a taxi. The distance is more than 300 meters.

"Qi Xiang? Liang Fengqiu? Ji Beisheng?"

No one paid attention to him, Bai Ji kicked each of them, only Qi Xiang was wearing Bai Ji's coat, his eyelashes were curled up, and he snorted as if he woke up.

Qi Xiangweng read aloud: "Que'er..."

Bai Ji said, "I'll pay the money, sober up."

When he went to check out, the boss looked at him and smiled, saying how he was so drunk because he didn't drink much.Bai Ji was so ashamed that he turned his head and ran, halfway through the run, he turned back to ask the boss to borrow a small cart.

He couldn't drag three drunk corpses away by himself.

"I'll pay the deposit and I'll return it to you tomorrow."

"Give it fifty, just come back at noon tomorrow." Liang Fengqiu came here often, the boss knew him well, and readily agreed, "This car is not easy to push, an antique car."

Bai Ji nodded, jingling and rattling the cart to move the corpse.

"Hmm..." Qi Xiang covered his face with his hands and rubbed his face up and down, "I'm much better, help me."

"You can just recite the piano." Bai Ji refused, and it was not necessary to ask a drunk man to work as a laborer.

He picked up Ji Beisheng and Liang Fengqiu, who were as drunk as mud, with both hands. They were already numb, and they wouldn't feel pain if they were slapped twice.

This kind of completely drunk person's body sank, much heavier than usual, Bai Ji supported a stagger, and was pulled into his arms by Qi Xiang.

The warm fingertips pressed against his cool skin, and soon, the warm jacket was wrapped around his shoulders again.

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"I guessed that they would drink too much." His voice was smothered by the alcohol, but his words were clear. "It's wise to take a nap. If you really wake up, I'll help you carry it up."

So reliable that Bai Ji couldn't refuse.

The night breeze is cool, starlight cannot be caught in the gaps between the layers of eaves, the ground is uneven, the wheels of the cart are seriously aged, and it is extremely difficult to move, not to mention the two people on the cart who love to hum.

Ji Beisheng lifted his eyelids and smiled innocently, "Where's my car?"

Bai Ji lied to him: "I used it to trade carts with the boss."

"Fuck!" Liang Fengqiu felt sorry for the Maserati who had been in it once, "You really don't eat anything but losses! You have a smart brain for nothing!"

Bai Ji felt bitter and wanted to laugh, "Whoever gets drunk from now on will sleep on the main road."

Qi Xiang rested his hand on the pusher of the cart, helping Bai Ji weakly, and was silent for a hundred meters, his eyes seemed to be covered with a veil, "Que'er, I'm going to fall asleep."

The second monk Bai Jizhang was puzzled, "Don't, I can't drag three people."

Qi Xiang approached him, and the hem of their clothes rubbed against each other.

"Hurry up and tell me something to cheer me up." Qi Xiang narrowed his eyes and kicked the stone, "For example, how good were your grades before? Tell me about your childhood stories."

Tell me why Liang Fengqiu's proud son of heaven is different from the Bai Ji he saw.

When he was sober, he guessed and fumbled, but when he was drunk, he wanted Bai Ji to be frank.

Hearing the question, Bai Ji was slightly taken aback, "When I was a child?"

He bit his lower lip, his fingers holding the iron bar were slightly white where no one could see.

"How young? I don't remember anything from the past." Bai Ji said, "Before I was seven years old, my family had money and lived like an idiot."

There is a house with a garden in Fengxuan Mingju.

There is a water tank in the garden where water lilies are raised. The side of the tank is rainbow-colored car tires. Zhou Yawen remodeled it and said it was a work of art.

Every Saturday I go to the city amusement park to ride Peter Pan, and on Sunday I go fishing with my grandfather Hongfeng Lake, wear his light-colored overalls and roll in the sandpit, shake off half a catty of mud when I go home, and ruin the land that the nanny mowed.

He played smart again, closing his eyes and taking the first place in the exam, no one could control him, and everyone loved him, calling him a baby just like Zhou Yawen.

If he kept living like that, his current appearance would be pretty much the same as Ji Beisheng's.

Arrogant and naive, without any sense of crisis.

Of course, it will be much smarter.

But the story Bai Ji told stopped abruptly at this "if", as if the pause button was pressed, and the film speed of the movie passed by. It has become like this, my friend, being smart when you were young doesn’t mean you have to be smart all the time.”

It ended too quickly, Qi Xiang felt his heart beat twice, chewing on this unfinished and slightly perfunctory story over and over again, unexplainable emotions welled up in his chest, maybe he felt distressed.

Qi Xiang changed to a handcart, slowly moved towards Bai Ji, and put his arms around his neck.

"I can't stand anymore, rely on you for a while."

The pulse in his neck was beating like his own heart at this moment.

"How about I fucking talk to you in the middle of the night and tell you a bedtime story?" Bai Ji muttered, tilting his head and asking, "Are you okay? There are still 50 meters left."

"Barely can do it." Qi Xiang said, "Let's talk about the number cup competition, we may have met in the exam before, but I didn't play that in high school."

Bai Ji said: "In another sense, the two of us have met."

It's just that he forgot later, and only felt that the name Qi Xiang was familiar.

In the competition in the first year of junior high school, he won the second place in the province and the first place in all events.

The reporter went to the school to interview him, wanting to open a special panel for the two wise men, but he accidentally heard Qi Xiang's name from the reporter.

The reporter asked: "What kind of help did your parents and teachers provide you with your competition journey? Do you want to develop in the direction of mathematics competition?"

Bai Ji was wearing a white shirt, his facial features didn't fluctuate at all, and he looked unfathomable. Behind him stood the smiling principal, stroking his shoulder lovingly, which annoyed Bai Ji.

At that time, he still had the unruly nature of a genius, and he didn't bother to lie to the camera. "It doesn't help, I rely on self-study, and I don't want to develop."

The camera moved to the principal's stiff face. He had just boasted about his expectations and cultivation of Bai Ji.

The atmosphere was delicate. Before leaving, the reporter whispered to his colleagues, "He is much more crazy than Qi Xiang, obviously he is No.1."

He heard Qi Xiang's name for the first time.

The interview was originally planned for half an hour, but in the end we talked for 6 minutes, because Bai Ji didn't show face, and the newspaper's account of him was briefly mentioned.

The distance between the two of them at that time was about a few characters apart on the happy announcement, but it took three years of muddy water to get to know each other.

"I didn't participate after the first year of junior high school." Bai Ji recalled, "I didn't get No.1 in the end."

"I'm sorry, I'm too smart to get in your way." Qi Xiang smiled and asked, "Why didn't you participate later?"

Bai Ji said: "There are more important things than learning."

"what's up?"

"Be the big brother of society and unify the south of the city."

Qi item: ...

The author has something to say: Qi Xiang: I'm just getting emotional, and I can't fix it with just one word.