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

"It's almost dawn, have you been up all this time?" Bai Ji sat down and removed the beer can, "Aren't you sleepy?"

He woke up too suddenly, and his voice was still hoarse and wandering. Qi Xiang stared at Bai Ji as if he couldn't see clearly, and then slowly looked away after a while.

"Can't sleep, I'm overwhelmed." Qi Xiang asked, "Do I smell of alcohol?"

"Yes." Bai Ji leaned closer to smell it, curled his lips and said in distaste, "Don't drink it, it's easy to die suddenly in the middle of the night."

"Dog nose, you can't drink at all." Qi Xiang was laughed at by him, took away the beer, pointed at the city night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and sighed, "My mother likes to sit here and drink, and she bought this house."

Bai Ji thought, "Mom" must not refer to Wang Hui, it should be Qi Xiang's biological mother.

Qi Xiang's mother, Qian Xin, was once a famous socialite in Dan City. Bai Ji had heard of it from other people, but the way she described it was not very friendly.

"She can drink so much, everyone thinks she is from the Northeast." Qi Xiang thought of something and smiled, "When I just learned to read, she dared to dip her chopsticks in white wine and feed me, saying that I was the eldest son and had to help me in the future." When Qi Zhengcheng goes out to discuss business, he can't drink too much."

Bai Ji sneered: "With your current drinking capacity, it would take a lot of effort to go to the toilet."

"Tsk, the relationship is just in place." Qi Xiang was interrupted, and the disappointed expression on his face disappeared, and he said with a smile, "I lived here before I was five years old, and then she left Danshi and transferred the ownership of this house to me."

"18 years ago?" Bai Ji was surprised, the house looked too new.

"Hey, this is the city center. Speaking of which, I can be regarded as the second generation of demolition." Qi Xiang raised his eyebrows, pointing to his room and said, "The layout of the two houses is similar. I used to live in the room on the left, and I haven't lost anything from the past. , I threw it all in that room after the decoration, and today I found a photo album and a PHS, and I almost forgot what my mother looked like."

I didn't say any more, that's all.

But the word "Mom" is whispered between the teeth, yearning is lighter than smoke, and complaints are lighter than water. It is only like the umbilical cord that was originally connected between mother and child, entwining this monotonous word with inseparable emotions.

Bai Ji swallowed a few questions, tilted his head and asked, "Do you miss her?"

"How could it be?" Qi Xiang quickly denied it.

"Oh." Bai Ji pouted, obviously not believing it.

If you don't want to, whoever drinks in the middle of the night will not even have a star outside.

The two sat side by side. The floor was covered with a thick woolen carpet, which was scorched by the air-conditioning. Putting away the piercing thorns is enough to make them lean together defenselessly for a long time in silence.

Qi Xiang bumped into him: "Say a few words."

"It's not shameful that you miss her." Bai Ji pulled the wool of the carpet, "I still miss my dad sometimes." He wanted to stab him in the chest.

"I really don't want to." Qi Xiang said slowly, "She is Qi Zhengcheng's lover, both before and after marriage, but in the end seeing that there is no hope of getting her right, she sold me to the Qi family, took the money and flew away."

When Qi Xiang was eight years old, in the Qi family's old house, Qian Xin and Mr. Qi talked about "business" in front of Qi Xiang.

The grace of childbearing was cut off by a huge sum of money, and money and goods have been paid off since then.

So the various entanglements during the eight years can be summed up in two sentences, which is not worth mentioning.

"But she doesn't keep her word." Qi Xiang twitched the corners of his mouth, slightly puzzled, "She came to see me secretly the day she left Danshi, and she cried a lot, as if I betrayed her."

Qi Xiang recalled that day.

In the snowy winter, the plum blossoms in Qi's backyard are in full bloom.

Qian Xin came to look for Qi Xiang without makeup, her face was bloodless, and she was as cautious as a thief. The cat was standing outside the iron gate, holding Qi Xiang's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. She is so happy that she is a different person.

"Mom?" Qi Xiang looked at her indifferently and asked, "Why are you here?"

Anyone who is treated like pork will be dissatisfied after being bargained and sold. Even if he is sold at a high price, it is trampling on his dignity as a human being.

"I'm leaving. I'm going to Liangshi. That's my mother's hometown." Qian Xin choked up and took out the key from her bag tremblingly, "This house is given to you...if...if you are wronged in the future, there is no place for you Go, at least there is a place to stay." She shook her head with a wry smile, "No, your grandfather values ​​you and will not let you be wronged."

"No need, go wherever you like." Qi Xiang shook his hand, the key slipped into the snow, and said bluntly, "There is no need to pretend to be a nice person, after all, you are breaking the contract if you come to see me now."

Qian Xin's body shrank suddenly in the cold wind, as if someone had stabbed her spine.

"Yes, sorry."

She dropped such a sentence, and left again without looking back.

Flash forward ten years.

"I seldom think of her, but I can't easily forget her, after all, she is my mother." Qi Xiang shrugged nonchalantly, "I ask my aunt to clean up all the things at home. Ji Beisheng ran away from home and lived here before. , I didn't come."

He took out a square and small PHS from his pocket.

Very old, but still works.

"She bought it for me. I dug it out and opened it today, and found that it hasn't stopped yet. She pays the phone bill on a regular basis every month, and..." Qi Xiang lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Every year and holiday, she has been giving me send Message."

SMS is very simple, like mass sending.

At first, Qi Xiang thought that maybe this number was tied to her card, and the fee would be deducted automatically.Until he turned to the birthday greetings she sent on February 2 every year.

"What do you mean by her?" Qi Xiang's eyes were low and cold, and he said freely, "Don't say I didn't know this phone was still working, even if I knew, I wouldn't call her back."

There are many things that people say they don't care about, but they care about them very much.

If he is really relieved, why bother to drink in the middle of the night, Bai Ji once thought that Qi Xiang lived a proud and willful life, but now on this warm night, he hastily stepped into the sea of ​​knives in his heart. People who tearfully talk about suffering are even more pitiful.

"I regret it, I miss you." Bai Ji said, "She is your mother."

How could Qi Xiang fail to understand such a simple logic?

Qi Xiang was stunned.

Bai Ji saw helplessness in his confusion.

Bai Ji's heart softened, he tilted his head sideways, leaned on his lap and asked, "Do I need to comfort you?"

"..."

Am I acting sad?Qi Xiang was puzzled, he thought he shouldn't feel sorry for those who abandoned him, just like the confession of a condemned prisoner would not save him a shot.

Qi Xiang wanted to break free from this atmosphere, so he suddenly bent his eyelashes, playing with his taste, "How do you want to comfort me?"

"A hug?" Bai Ji asked cautiously.

Qi Xiang covered his eyes heartbroken, "Is that enough?"

"..." Bai Ji pursed his lips, "I'm not very good at it, you teach me."

Qi Xiang: "How did I coax you? Do you have to comfort me, say something nice, do something heart-warming, and serve me like an old man?"

"..." The more he said the more outrageous, Bai Ji remained expressionless, "Qi Xiang, as long as you can fucking cry, I'll treat you like a grandson."

"I can really cry." Qi Xiang became excited, "Look at my eyes."

Bai Ji: "Get lost."

Bai Ji got up to leave, wondering if he was here in the middle of the night to get angry?

"Hush." ​​Qi Xiang smirked and pulled Bai Ji's wrist, "They were still sleeping, but they woke up and took a look, thinking that we are going to have a relationship next month."

Having said that, Bai Ji recalled the scene of the two of them being "caught rape" on the spot in the south of the city, his face was hot with embarrassment, and he gritted his teeth and shook off Qi Xiang's hand.

"I'm sick." Bai Ji scolded, "I saw that I picked up your corpse." But when he mentioned the two people in the guest room, Bai Ji thought about Liang Fengqiu again. What, let me ask you something."

Qi Xiang: "Why are you so polite? You ask."

"Ruifeng Media is Ji Beisheng's second sister's company, right?" Bai Ji asked, "How is the company doing music? How about artist benefits?"

"Ask for Liang Fengqiu." Qi Xiang gave him a clear glance, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "His second sister, Ji Nanqing, is an excellent businessman. That's right, so she has no shortage of entertainers."

Being a businessman means pursuing interests, not feelings.

The resources are good and there is no shortage of people, which means that the iterative update of artists in such a large company is very fast, and only valuable people can stand out and not be given up.

Bai Ji had a filter for his brother, so he asked cautiously: "Do you think Liang Fengqiu has great commercial value?"

It's like the little old man in the blind date corner who is selling his son, describing it in a hype, and then staring at people pitifully and asking, do you have a crush on him? "I think..." Qi Xiang laughed dumbfounded, nodded and said, "I think it's very big, don't worry, she loves Ji Beisheng very much, if Ji Beisheng recommends it, Liang Fengqiu's joining the company is a sure thing, Nan Qing is a star-making genius."

"No." Bai Ji grabbed Qi Xiang's hand and squeezed it, and briefly talked about what happened to Liang Fengqiu recently, "He is a person who prefers lack to abuse, and hopes that others will choose him for appreciation, not nepotism." He asked, "Is there any chance for Sister Nan Qing to see the value of Liang Fengqiu?"

"She saw it in person..." Qi Xiang glanced at Bai Ji's unconscious flattery, his eyes flickered slightly, "There is a chance, each class will hold a study tour at the end of each year, in fact, it is to find a place to play and relax, you can Bring a family member. As far as I know, the eldest sister came to build the team last year, and this time, Nanqing sister asked Mr. Cang to sign up for the summer vacation in order to seize the opportunity."

Bai Ji was shocked: "Root?"

"Is younger brother control rare?" Qi Xiang smiled and said, "I always suspected that you were too."

Bai Ji: "..."

Winter comes suddenly, as if the maple leaves have not fallen clean one second, and the rain has turned into small ice slags the next second.

"The safety agreement is all in place, you are not allowed to sign it by yourself, and you are weighing how many days are left before the final exam, don't play crazy, it will be yourselves who will suffer later! This time our class is going to..." Cang Hao patted the table with his hips on his hips, and laughed angrily, "You little bastards, you really tried every means to embarrass me. The opinion form for the study tour location, other classes fill in Tsinghua University, and you fill in the hot springs for vacation, you don't even pretend to be?"

The people below booed: "Isn't this reducing the burden on Mr. Cang! It's close, cheap, and convenient!"

"I didn't save money either." Cang Hao curled his lips.

Dan Yu's study tour is free. For three days and two nights, the school bears all the expenses. Usually, she will choose a place nearby to play. The school will not force you to go there. In fact, it is an opportunity for students to relax and get closer.

At the same time, it is allowed to bring a relative on a study tour, and the school will also bear the cost, but most students are not willing to take their parents out to play, and adolescent children desperately want to save face and want to be independent.

Cang Hao: "Also, which students are planning to bring their families along this time?"

Before he finished speaking, someone called out Ji Beisheng's name maliciously.

Ji Beisheng's face flushed red, and he raised his hands annoyed and ashamed, so shameful, this is his No. 18 year of adolescence, the tenth year he expected to run away from home.

"And I."

The voice sounded from the back row, and the laughter disappeared in an instant.

Bai Ji looked around the class, landed on that person's face precisely, and asked impatiently: "Does your household registration book only have one page? It's funny to bring a family member?"

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