Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

There is a short distance from the village chief's house to the school.

Jiang Song and the others got up at six o'clock in the morning, and the sun was quite high when they walked to school.

The gate of the school looks old, and the words "Baiyunshan Primary School" are inscribed on the gate of the school.

When I saw the word Jiang Song, I remembered that when my father was alive, he asked him to help write a few words from time to time, most of which were this kind of door plaque.

It's just that he has written a lot, and he can't remember the specific content, but he can recognize his own words after all.

Seeing him staring at the sign at the school gate, the village chief felt a little moved, "This was sent by Mr. Jiang in the past. What a beautiful word, you can see the strength of character even when it is old."

"The writing is average." Jiang Song said softly.

When he wrote these words, he was still young and did not understand many reasons in this world.

Learning characters is only [-]% learning and [-]% learning rhyme, which is rare to be energetic.

The secretary walking next to him heard him say this, and gave a very low "ts", "Pretend to understand if you don't understand."

Gu Changxi, who hadn't spoken much, smiled softly, turned his head to look at the secretary, "It seems that you know how to write. I happen to know this writer. If he is willing to write a new copy for you, would you Would you like to thank him personally?"

"Changxi." Jiang Song slightly raised his eyebrows at him.

The secretary looked at Gu Changxi, somewhat disapprovingly, "If you can invite this teacher here, even if you don't mention it, I will thank him!"

He turned to the village chief again, "I'm off to class, call me if you have anything to do." After speaking, he left without looking back.

The village head looked at them with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, the secretary is also the principal of our small school. It is estimated that another parent came to withdraw from school today. He is not in a good mood."

"Exit?" Jiang Song frowned.

"Yes." The village chief nodded helplessly, "Because the school has insufficient funds in recent years, it cannot keep teachers. Except for those who come to support teaching, there is only one teacher for three grades."

Jiang Song didn't speak, and followed the village head to visit the school.

At first glance, the playground has not been maintained for a long time. The red and green rubber has been trampled to pieces, exposing the pottery-colored soil underneath, which is particularly out of place.

The teaching building is intact, but most of the classrooms are empty, and the few students are crowded into two classrooms on the first floor.

Some of the white tiles on the building have fallen off, but it can still be seen that it was clean and square when it was first built.

Jiang Song even walked around the classroom.

As the village head said, students in a class learn different things.Some are still learning pinyin, and some are already learning multiplication and division.

"This teaching building... When was it built?" Jiang Song asked the village chief.

The village chief didn't think much of it, "It was almost ten years ago that Mr. Jiang's foundation transferred over and built it together with the playground."

"Then what happened later?" Jiang Song asked him peacefully: "Shouldn't the funds be allocated every year?"

"Yes, I will be rich for the next three years." The village chief sighed, "At that time, teachers' salaries were all paid from donations, and new desks and books were sent every year, and the milk that students ate at school And the eggs were also bought with that money.”

Jiang Song looked at Gu Changzhen, but didn't continue to ask.

In fact, there is nothing to ask, the meaning of the village head is already very clear.

After that, there will be no money, which is why I am in such a ruined state today.

The village chief hesitated, "You are all nobles from the big cities, I can't say a lot of things. But your surname is Jiang..."

Jiang Song looked at him.

The old man licked his lips that were shriveled due to old age, and he was very nervous, "Is the Jiang with your surname Mr. Jiang's Jiang, or the Jiang Zhengzhong and Mr. Wu's Jiang?"

"Xiao Song!" Before Jiang Song could speak, Yang Guangyuan patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Yang." Jiang Song glanced at him and greeted him.

"I didn't expect you to come in person. I thought it was Xing..." Yang Guangyuan saw Gu Changxi standing behind Jiang Song, and immediately stretched out his hands, "Mr. Gu, why did you come in person? From a distance, I felt that this fan's body resembled yours, but I didn't dare to recognize it!"

The village chief was a little embarrassed, probably because he was afraid that Yang Guangyuan would smile awkwardly when he heard what he had asked Jiang Song just now, "You all know each other, right?"

"It doesn't count as acquaintance." Gu Changxi directly ignored Yang Guangyuan's outstretched hand, and answered the village chief with a smile.

Yang Guangyuan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, still smiling, "Hey! That's right! I know Mr. Gu, but how could Mr. Gu know our kind of shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

He looked around casually, "Here, this school is not bad, the building and playground are pretty good, it's not like such a poor place!"

The village chief smiled anxiously, "But we can't keep the teachers. Every month, some students fail to go to school. There are only buildings and playgrounds..."

"Hey—don't be in such a hurry! Didn't we come here with money?" Yang Guangyuan put his hands on his hips, full of style, "Rome was not built in a day, even if we give you all the money in one go, you You have to take the time to invite the teacher, right?"

The old village head had an unconcealable worry on his face, "But last year and the year before the year before..."

"Hey, old village chief! I told you not to worry, so don't worry!" Yang Guangyuan interrupted him, "We are here today, and we have seen all the beautiful mountains and rivers. Talking about money is too vulgar!"

The village chief seemed to be no stranger to this process, so he cheered up helplessly, "Then I'll find someone to take you around the mountains."

"That's right!" Yang Guangyuan clapped his hands and wanted to grab Jiang Song's waist, "I heard that there are a lot of deer on this mountain, and the humidity is so heavy that you can't have a strong fire..."

"No." Jiang Song stood away from him, "I'm not interested."

Yang Guangyuan didn't like to let it go, and even pulled his arm, "It's hard to come to such a primitive place. Can people in the backcountry not enjoy a good bed and a good bed, can they eat and drink?"

"He said he wasn't interested." Gu Changxi said softly, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at Yang Guangyuan.

That glance made Yang Guangyuan's whole body look cold, and without knowing it, he asked Gu Changxi, "Oh, so Mr. Gu is with me?"

Gu Changxi tilted his head to look at him, and raised one corner of his mouth slightly.

That expression was like the anticipation and innocent cruelty of a child before he sprinkled salt on the live snail.

Yang Guangyuan muttered twice, and finally said in a low voice: "Then...you go back to the guest house to rest first."

It is said to be a guest house, but it is actually two rows of board houses facing each other, with a thin layer of wall skin, and the white paint is almost gone, revealing the blue-gray composite board inside.

The floor is also made of plywood directly stacked on the ground, creaking when walking, and red muddy water will come up in some places.

Xing Ce didn't follow them in the morning, he had already settled down at the guest house, cross-legged in the room to check the financial statements given to him by the secretary.

Hearing Jiang Song enter the door, he raised his eyes, "Are you back?"

Jiang Song lazily spread out on the bed, "Yeah."

"Surname, where's Gu's?" Xing Ce glanced at the door, but didn't see anyone else.

"I don't know, let's run and play outside, the kids can't stay." Jiang Song turned over and looked at his computer screen, "How is the investigation going?"

"This account is outrageous." Xing Ce turned the screen to him, "It's all repair fees and, management fees. You, how did you see it this morning?"

"In a few years, Baiyun Mountain was allocated several million, all of which were used for repairs? There is no real thing?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows.

"There are also labor, labor services, for the teachers." Xing Ce scratched his head, "More than [-] for the teachers a month. How many teachers are there in this kind of place?"

Jiang Song smiled coldly, "More than [-] a month."

"Hurry up, you'll earn more than me soon." Xing Ce curled his lips and made a joke.

"Can this be checked? If the money is not found, it will end up in the account of the teacher in the school," Jiang Song asked him, "Is it considered a fraudulent donation?"

"As long as the money arrives, it doesn't count," Xing Ce shook his head, "If they take the money back in a different way, there's nothing they can do about it."

"Then you can only grab the present, can't you?" Jiang Song rubbed his chin with his knuckles.

"Yes." Xing Ce sighed, "It won't be easy, but I will keep someone here to watch."

"Well, if the Wu family's fraudulent donations can be confirmed, they will be honest for a while." Woke up early in the morning and walked a lot in the morning. Jiang Song was a little bit listless, so he took out a golden leaf and lit it. .

"Fuck!" Xing Ce glared at him dissatisfied, "It's a broken body, it's so good!"

"Thinking about something." Jiang Song coughed lightly as he was choked by the smoke.

"Don't think about it first, first think about what to have for lunch?" Xing Ce reached out to grab his cigarette, but he dodged it.

"Not hungry." Jiang Song answered crisply.

"It's true that you eat, it's a big problem!" Xing Ce couldn't help worrying, "My son wants it, if you are virtuous, you would have beaten him to death!"

"Child abuse is illegal, I warn you," Jiang Song lit him with a cigarette, "You are not allowed to hit children."

The door of the guest house was still the old-fashioned copper-clad round handle. When it was unscrewed, there was a "creak" sound, and Gu Changzhen came in from the outside.

Xing Ce had a big opinion, "Hey, why don't you knock on the door?"

Gu Changxi glanced at the cigarette in Jiang Song's hand, and threw an insulated bucket with a peony pattern on it in front of Jiang Song, "Drink it."

Jiang Song sat cross-legged on the bed, unscrewed the thermos, and saw a peaceful old hen lying inside.

He raised his head to look at Gu Changxi, and couldn't help laughing, "This is for confinement people, why are you giving me this?"

Xing Ce was taking a sip of water, and sprayed it all on the ground with a "poof", "Who told you to sit, you can only drink after confinement?"

Jiang Song was inexplicably happy holding the barrel, sniffled and smiled at Gu Changzhen, "It smells delicious, where did you get it?"

Gu Changxi looked at him, turned around and left without saying a word.

Jiang Song jumped off the bed and chased out with the jar in his arms, "I drink and I drink, but I didn't say no, why are you unhappy?"

"Mr. Jiang is free to drink, no one is forcing you to drink." Gu Changxi was wearing a hoodie and slacks, which reminded Jiang Song of how he used to be when he was still in school.

"Why are you angry?" Jiang Song tilted his head and smiled.

"I don't know why. Seeing you smile," Gu Changxi turned his head slowly, staring at him with cold eyes, "I will feel angry."

What Jiang Song said made Jiang Song's heart sting, but he still couldn't help teasing Gu Changxi, "Then I won't laugh anymore?"

Gu Changxi stared at him without moving.

Jiang Song's smile couldn't hold back, and he stepped down the steps himself, "I'll drink the chicken soup in a while, I still have something to do now, so go back first?"

Gu Changxi looked away and walked away.

Jiang Song looked at his back gradually walking away, and frowned tightly, "Why are you getting more and more bewildered."

He seemed to have thought of something, and typed a line on the text message interface.

The message was intended to be sent to Secretary Zhou. Jiang Song typed it out, but finally deleted it.

He returned to the room slowly, saw that Xing Ce was still busy in front of the computer, so he drank the chicken soup slowly.

Jiang Song can taste the taste as soon as he tastes it, it must be made by Gu Changxi himself.

People here are not familiar with the place, but the chicken is easy to talk about. Where did he find the place to cook the soup himself?

He pondered over Gu Changxi's way of speaking and doing things since he returned to China, and his frown became tighter.

As soon as Xing Ce raised his head, he hurriedly stood up and walked to him, "Are you uncomfortable? Why is your face so bad?"

Jiang Song waved his hand, "No, no, do you remember taking medicine for a while in the fifteenth year of Changchun?"

Xing Ce was stunned for a moment, "Remember, if you don't talk about him, you're stressed at school, you're under a lot of pressure, and you're not in a good mood?"

Jiang Song recalled, "I remember when he went abroad to study in college, did he continue to take the medicine for a while?"

"Yes, I'm still keeping the record on the online disk, and I've backed it up." Xing Ce flipped through the cloud disk for a while, "He has been going to the same family every week for a year, a private psychological consultation room, eating All the medicines are used to soothe the nerves and help adjust the rhythm."

That year, Jiang Song spent more than half of his time lying in bed, but he was always thinking about the little boy on the other side of the earth.

Gu Changxi has good grades and a regular life. He doesn't have any bad habits and doesn't make any dubious friends. He is more disciplined than Jiang Song, who was pressured by Jiang's father to follow the right path.

The standard is like growing compared to a ruler.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much." Jiang Song breathed a sigh of relief after reading Xing Ce's record.

"You, what are you worried about?" Xing Ce didn't understand. "The one surnamed Gu is not called a scolder now, but a master of the situation. There is nothing worth worrying about, this sick bastard."

"Yes, yes, yes," Jiang Song finished drinking the soup, and got into the duvet warmly, "The sick child sleeps for a while."

Xing Ce had his own room, so he was afraid of disturbing his sleep, so he went out with his computer.

The walls of the guest house are very thin, and there are people coming and going outside, and the sound of footsteps can be heard up and down.

Jiang Song didn't sleep well due to the trivial human voice.

He dreamed that he took Gu Changxi to a friend's place for psychological counseling back then, and it was also very cold, with white mist rising from every breath.

Family members can only wait outside during consultation hours.

The friend chatted with Gu Changxi for a long time in the consultation room, and Jiang Song was called in when it was getting dark.

The friend patted Gu Changxi on the shoulder, "Very nice young man, wait outside, I will have a word with Jiang Song."

The heating in the consulting room was fully turned on, and the pothos was placed near the humidifier, and a layer of water droplets condensed on the surface.

Jiang Song was originally a character who would not be stingy when the sky fell, but he was rarely nervous.

But as soon as he saw his friend close the shutter, he asked in a low voice, "How is it? Is he all right?"

The friend also poured Jiang Song a glass of water, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, sit down first."

Jiang Song held the glass of warm water, his eyes followed his friend.

"That's right, I made some scales for him and talked to him." The friend handed him some papers, "There is nothing particularly bad, and the existing data can't prove that he has personality. Obstacles, take it easy."

Jiang Song grasped the key point in his words very sensitively, "It's not particularly bad, so is there any problem?"

"Actually, it's not a problem." My friend said in a gentle voice, "Young people, especially those who are passive, will instinctively resist other people's exploration of in-depth information."

"You mean he lied?" Jiang Song couldn't help frowning.

"I don't have any evidence." The friend shrugged, "Because Changxi is in a sober state, all the indicators in the scale are too appropriate."

He thought about his words, "It's not perfect, but ordinary and popular. His personality is not outstanding, and he doesn't have any needs that are different from ordinary people. He is the most calm teenager I have ever seen.

But in fact, being too smooth is an anomaly in itself.The social population is normally distributed in all aspects of psychology, and no one can happen to have all the indicators in the center. "

"The most reasonable explanation is that he is pretending." The friend concluded softly.

Jiang Song stood beside the blinds, and with his index finger, he pushed aside the green plastic sheet a little.

Gu Changxi was sitting on a bench in the waiting area, with earphones plugged into his ears, reading a magazine.

"Then what should I do?" Jiang Song pursed his lips and let go of the curtains.

"Don't worry, Jiang Song." The friend squeezed his shoulder, "This only shows that his consciousness is protecting himself, and he is very smart and has a strong self-control ability, which cannot explain any other problems."

Jiang Song closed his eyes, remembering the night when Gu Changzhen pushed him on the refrigerator, and finally chose not to say anything.

Because after that, Gu Changyi didn't say anything like that again, everything seemed to be impulsive.

He sighed very lightly, "That's good...then what's your suggestion next?"

"From a professional point of view, I will not predict his current state as a personality disorder. However, I still suggest that you should follow his state for a long time. After all, many inner events also need time to adjust, and he may reveal it to the consultant. .” The friend took out one of the many forms and handed it to Jiang Song.

"However, the most important reason why I suggest you do long-term counseling is that he shows some cognitive instability in interpersonal relationships." The friend said.

Jiang Song looked at his own name that appeared repeatedly on the piece of paper, "What does this mean?"

"This is the transcript of the hypnosis test." The friend pointed out some of the questions to him. "On the one hand, he thinks that the most indestructible connection in his life comes from you. On the other hand, he thinks that the only one who will not hesitate You are also the one who terminated the relationship with him."

"Simply put, he thinks you will abandon him at any time." He bit the word "abandon" very hard.

Hearing these words, Jiang Song's heart was sore and soft, and he looked out of the window again, "This kid, can you still trust me and have no confidence in me? Am I just so irresponsible?"

The friend smiled, "It's very simple, why are you confused when you encounter your own children? If the relationship that a person believes in and worries about the most is the same, it means that he values ​​​​this relationship very much, and There's a lot of exclusivity."

At that time, Jiang Song didn't know whether to be happy or worried, and drank the water in the paper cup in one gulp.

The friend patted him, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal. It's too common for children of their age to be obsessed with relationships, and isn't he the one you brought up with shit and pee? He doesn't cling to you Who else can I cling to?"

"Nonsense," Jiang Song couldn't help laughing, "I just kept it with me all the time, and never left my body."

"That's not over? What I said just now, it is routine to inform the family." The friend said with a smile, "But let's say in private, it is very normal for children to cling to their parents, especially if you are more He's only a few years older, isn't that just like a big brother?"

"Big brother?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows in surprise.

My friend was also quite surprised, "Didn't he call you brother? Then what should he call you?"

Jiang Song didn't answer him, but instead asked: "Did Gu Changxi tell you that I am his brother?"

This kid is out of order.

"No," my friend pouted towards the test record, "He always called you 'Jiang Song'."

"Jiang Song." The 16-year-old Gu Changxi stood in the waiting hall, and the boarding announcement kept coming from behind him.

Jiang Song silently gave him a boarding pass to check in, and pulled him to the boarding gate, "Let's go."

"Jiang Song." Gu Changxi grabbed him and stood still on the spot, "Stop."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Song rubbed his head hard, still smiling, "What the fuck, are you still a man?"

"I want to ask clearly." At that time, Gu Changxi was already taller than him, and it was effortless to keep him in place.

"How many times have I asked this? Going to school is going to school. Now that I have the opportunity to go to a better school, why do I have to stay in China?" Jiang Song said very naturally.

But he couldn't tell.

He couldn't tell Gu Changxi that staying in the country was dangerous, nor could he tell Gu Changxi that he might not be able to protect himself now that the Jiang family was in turmoil.

At least he wants to keep Gu Changxi.

"But you said that you would not send me abroad." Gu Changxi's voice was calm, but his eyes were red.

Jiang Song avoided his gaze, "At that time, I was short-sighted and told you to stay in the country. It is better to go out and have a look. People's vision should be far-sighted."

"But what if I only want to see what's in front of me, and don't want to see in the long run?" Gu Changxi didn't let him go, without blinking his eyes.

Jiang Song's voice became tougher, "Gu Changxi, you are 16 years old, you should be sensible and responsible. Let's talk about it in Xiaoli, you will start a family and start a business in the future, and tell it in Dali, I hope you can be a pillar of society in the future."

He held his head up, meeting Gu Changxi's gaze, "I have allowed you to pamper you since you were a child, but there is only one thing that you can't be willful. Gu Changxi, you have to be an adult."

"Adult?" The young man's voice choked slightly, "What did I do wrong, so you think I'm not an adult, and I have to go abroad to become an adult?"

"You've done a good job." Jiang Song was rarely soft-hearted, "So I can't restrain you, and you have to prove it to me. When you come back in the future, you will become a better person, won't you?"

The young man smiled slightly, and a drop of crystal flashed, "No, Jiang Song, I assure you, I will not become a better person."

At that moment, Jiang Song's heart was so painful that it was about to break, but he still held on and said, "Gu Changxi, don't let me down."

"Don't let you down?" Gu Changxi lowered his head and repeated in an almost inaudible voice, "Don't let you down?"

Jiang Song wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but was avoided.

He knew that he had to take this step today, so he continued: "Changxi, I have a clear conscience for everything you do. So I hope you believe me, and I will not harm you."

Gu Changxi turned around and left without saying a word along the way.

When the check-in and boarding began, Jiang Song really wanted to hug him.

Because Gu Changxi may not have thought of it, but he knew in his heart: now that Gu Changxi is sent away, the most optimistic thing is to see him again in a few years.

At that time, Gu Changzhen must have hated him.

Or maybe, never see you again.

Or so be it.

If Gu Changxi remembered that his good points outweighed his bad points in his heart after many years, and when he thought of the last time he had lost his temper with him, he would blame himself.

Thinking of this, he slowly lowered his outstretched arm.

He still didn't hug him, it was too abrupt.

Gu Changxi is in front, Jiang Song is behind.

When Gu Changxi turned his head, Jiang Song raised a smile as if nothing had happened, "Get ready to go."

He didn't dare to tell him to be obedient in the future, eat and drink well in school and don't be afraid of spending money.

He was afraid that Gu Changzhen would not leave, and that would be troublesome.

But he couldn't bear to say more cruel things. He told him the procedures that Xing Ce was going through, told him that he would not contact him again, and told him that the Jiang family would have nothing to do with him in the future.

Gu Changxi also smiled, and looked at him with red eyes, not sure if there was hatred in it.

"Uncle, did you lie to me when you said that no matter what I become, you would never leave me?"

Jiang Song still smiled, stood half a meter away from him, and answered irrelevant questions, "Bon voyage."

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