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"Ba-ba-ba-"

On the dilapidated township road, an equally dilapidated and dusty passenger minibus was parked in front of the simple station. The driver raised his hand impatiently and honked the horn to remind the passengers who hadn't boarded the bus to hurry up.

Gong Zijun suddenly came back to his senses, felt his right hand sinking, and found that he was carrying a dark blue backpack.

"Gong Zijun, get in the car, what are you waiting for?" The window was opened, and a girl with a ponytail poked out half of her head from the car and looked at him in surprise, "No, you actually In a daze?"

Gong Zijun felt that this face was vaguely familiar, but only a little.

They seem to have met a long time ago.

"Ah."

Responding lazily, Gong Zijun stood still, observing the environment, making judgments and analysis on the current situation, while casually uttering the words of the girl with ponytail.

"Where is this going?"

The ponytail girl froze for a moment, then exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Gong Zijun, don't you have a fever?! Today is Sunday, where else can I go besides going back to school at this time?"

As she spoke, she was about to reach out her hand to touch Gong Zijun's forehead, but unfortunately Gong Zijun made no secret of her indifference, and decisively moved a step to the side, so she barely missed the girl's soft and slender hand.

"Uh, it's nothing else, I just want to see if you're really burnt out," the girl with the ponytail explained awkwardly, then pointed to herself, "Then you remember me, right? Me, Fan Xiaoxiao! The two of us Is it a neighbor or a classmate!"

Fan Xiaoxiao.

Not impressed.

Gong Zijun nodded slightly, and said blankly, "Yes."

"Bah-ah-"

The driver honked the horn twice more, and then said impatiently, "I said, can you get in the car and talk later, the people in the car are all waiting to leave, I don't have time to accompany you here to perform [-] scenes to say goodbye to life and death! "

"What kind of send-off! Uncle An, you're talking nonsense again!" Fan Xiaoxiao blushed a little, wrinkled her nose and said dissatisfiedly.

The air in the car was very stuffy, with a peculiar smell of a passenger car, as if it was semi-solid, surrounding everyone tightly, even if the windows were opened, it was difficult to be blown away by the gushing wind.

There were a total of twelve people sitting on the seats, both men and women, aged between twelve and thirteen to seventeen or eighteen years old, obviously dressed as students, all carrying schoolbags, and a few of them were still holding books and reading.

It's all back to school.

And judging from the clothes and familiarity of everyone, it is very likely that they are from the same school.

Gong Zijun walked to a row of empty seats, threw the schoolbag in his hand into it, and sat down on the outside seat.

As soon as she sat down, the ponytail girl named Fan Xiaoxiao twisted her body from the front and looked at Gong Zijun with a worried expression, "Are you really okay?"

"Is there anything I should do?"

Fan Xiaoxiao gave a "tsk" and wanted to say something, but swallowed the words again, and then changed her words helplessly, "Can you stop being like this all the time, I care about you too... Forget it, I know how you feel No, I forgive you."

Gong Zijun glanced at her, "I look like I'm in a bad mood?"

"It's not like, I'm in a bad mood, okay?" Fan Xiaoxiao shrugged, and turned her body back while muttering, "It's too ungrateful."

Gong Zijun had no intention of responding, and simply pretended not to hear.

Because he was thinking about a more important thing.

——Why did you appear here?

As the thoughts moved, some memories, like red firecracker fragments, fell into Gong Zijun's memory one after another.

Class [-] and [-] of Qingshi Middle School.

When I return to school on Sunday, I have to leave before 04:30, because I have to study at night at [-] o'clock in the evening.

There is only one bus from the village to the school. The driver Wei Anguo is also from the village. He used to be a colleague of his father, but a few years ago the brick factory closed down. Wei Anguo went to the bus station in the town to find a new job. Father……

Thinking of his father, Gong Zijun's expression suddenly darkened, and his eyes also became cold.

His incompetent father, who only had a good face, couldn't accept the fact that he was unemployed, so he simply gave up on himself, drinking and sleeping at home every day, and his mother, who also only had a good face, thought her husband was useless and quarreled with him. However, I was really tired, and at some point hooked up with a widower in the village.

As for Gong Zijun himself, because he lives in school most of the time, he doesn't know much about the situation at home.

until two months ago.

Taking advantage of his father's absence, his mother didn't know what to think, but took the widower back without any scruples.When the two of them were tossing each other, they were caught on the spot by his father who came back suddenly.

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, even a mouse would dare to kill a cat after drinking two more glasses.

His father immediately ran to the kitchen to get a knife for cutting vegetables and chopping meat, and while his mother was still cursing, he killed her and the widower neatly.

The two won a total of 33 dollars.

The results of the police autopsy later showed that there were only five fatal cuts on the two bodies, and the remaining 28 cuts were all cut by his father to vent his anger.

While chopping and cursing, swear words and flesh and blood splashed to the surrounding walls and the yellowed roof together.

After cutting, his father sat in the middle of the two pools of rotten meat for a while, then calmly called and surrendered. Half an hour later, he sat listlessly in the interrogation room of the police station and confessed to what he had done.

The news spread throughout the town that evening.

The pregnant homeroom teacher called Gong Zijun out of the boring math class with a pale face. Because he was afraid, he didn't even dare to make eye contact with him; His expression was painful, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.

The principal looked at him sadly, hesitated to speak several times, and finally told him that his mother stole a man and his father killed his wife.

At that time, Gong Zijun was silent for a long time, and then said "Oh", and stood there blankly.

He didn't know how to respond to such a huge change. He only knew that his life had completely changed from now on.

"Gong Zijun, have you written the physics paper left on Friday?"

The memory was interrupted by a voice, a short boy with glasses turned around from the front seat and asked with concern.

"..."

Gong Zijun didn't answer, because he didn't remember this thing at all.

Seeing him like this, the boy nodded knowingly, then took out the paper from his schoolbag and handed it to him, "Here you are."

"What are you doing?" Gong Zijun asked back.

The boy was a little confused by his question, and after a moment of silence he said, "Copy it for you. If you don't finish your homework, you will be fined to stand, so you can copy mine."

Again.

Again.

From the day the accident happened at home, he began to receive this kind of inexplicable kindness and concern, and it became more and more intense as time went by.

Not right.

He remembered...no, he didn't remember anything, but he didn't feel like it should be.

Absolutely not.

"I don't want to write," Gong Zijun said, deliberately pulled out the paper full of answers and flipped through it, then threw it back, raised his eyebrows and smiled viciously, "Or you will write it for me?"

The boy obviously hesitated, but after only a moment, he nodded with determination, "Okay. Then give me your paper."

Row.

What the hell!

A huge irritability and disgust surged from the bottom of my heart. For a moment, Gong Zijun even felt that he would hit someone, but this almost tyrannical emotion came and went quickly, and it disappeared like thin smoke in a blink of an eye.

Gong Zijun completely forgot his mood just now.

He returned to the previous bland state, threw his schoolbag over, and said in a lazy tone, "Find it yourself."

After driving for nearly an hour, the car finally stopped at the gate of Qingshi Middle School before six o'clock in the afternoon.

More than a dozen students got out of the car one after another, said goodbye to him one by one under the impatient eyes of Gong Zijun, and then walked to their dormitory together in twos and threes.

Gong Zijun remembered that his dormitory was in the innermost part of the third floor. It was a simple room for six people. kettle.

When Gong Zijun opened the door and entered, he found that a boy with a cropped cut had already returned from the dormitory.

After a pause, the name of the short-cut boy immediately came to Gong Zijun's mind.

Zhang Lei.

Along with the name, there is also a picture of him getting along with Zhang Lei. Although the relationship is not very close, it can be called not bad.

In other words, I get along pretty well with the entire dormitory, class, and even the entire grade.

Thinking that he turned out to be a very popular person, Gong Zijun smiled unrecognizably, and was noncommittal about this.

Hearing the movement, Zhang Lei looked back, and then said with a smile, "You are back. Uh, have you written the physics paper? You are not good at physics...I mean I finished it, do you want to read it?"

Gong Zijun raised his eyes and glanced at him with a half-smile.

"You've finished writing too. What about English? Do you want to read the English paper?" After losing the first battle, Zhang Lei looked a little regretful, and continued to sell his homework enthusiastically.

Seeing that Gong Zijun still didn't respond, Zhang Lei raised his hand and scratched his head, then pointed at the kettle on the table, "Uh, don't even look at it, it's okay, next time you want to read it, tell me, Don’t be polite. Oh yes, I’ve fetched water for you, the pot is full, you can use it anyway.”

Out of intuition rather than politeness, Gong Zijun thought he should say something, so he said "thank you" perfunctorily, and then went to his bed and lay down on Zhang Lei's flattered expression.

He was neither tired nor sleepy, just confused, with an unspeakable sense of loss and emptiness in his heart, reminding him in a very subtle way that he seemed to have forgotten some very important people and things.

No matter how hard I try, I can't remember it.

Gong Zijun couldn't restrain a surge of irritability, and instinctively wanted to use violence and destroy something.

At this moment, the dormitory door was pushed open again.

A head poked in from the outside, it was Guo Lintao from the dormitory next door.

"Well, the dean is looking for you." Guo Lintao hesitated and said, "I ran into him at the entrance of the teaching building just now, and he asked me to tell you to go to his office before evening self-study."

Gong Zijun let out a "hmm".

"There are still 15 minutes, you should go there now." Guo Lintao continued, he looked at Gong Zijun with a worried face, "How about I go with you? If that old man wants to trouble you..."

"Then it's useless for you to go." Gong Zijun said coldly, turned around and walked towards the door.

Just two steps away, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know where the dean's office was.

"His office is..." Gong Zijun looked back while speaking, and stopped abruptly without saying anything.

At the narrow door of the dormitory, behind the half-open door, two figures hang unsteadily in the air like two half-dried bacon.

His face was swollen and purple, his eyeballs protruded and bulged as if they would burst completely in a second, and a purple tongue came out of his mouth and hung sticky on his chest.

It looks like it has been dead for a long time.

Seemingly aware of Gong Zijun's gaze, Guo Lintao twitched in mid-air, his bloodshot eyeballs rolled violently in their sockets, his tongue flicked, and balls of viscous liquid were thrown into the air with an indistinct sound inside.

"What's wrong..."

"It's okay, excuse me." Gong Zijun said calmly, turned around and left decisively.