I'm old, so cute

Someone rushed in from outside, it was Aunt Qiu who had worked in the Xing family for almost 20 years.

Seeing Xing Bailu lying on the edge of the bed, she rushed up to help him in fright: "What's wrong, young master? This, this can't be vomiting, right?" She hurriedly helped him up and helped him on his back.

Xing Bailu waved his hand.

Aunt Qiu touched his forehead with red eyes: "Fortunately, the fever subsided, and I slept for a day and a night. You scared me to death! Madam, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't be resurrected after death. You are still young, so you have to be good." You are alive! Look at me, let’s not talk about this, are you hungry? Auntie Qiu made your favorite chicken porridge, let’s get up and have a drink, shall we?”

Xing Bailu slowly pulled back his thoughts, and subconsciously asked, "Where's my dad?"

The relationship between father and son of the Xing family has never been close, especially after Li Shuyan's car accident, Xing Yuanlin did not rush to the hospital immediately, and after he failed to see his wife for the last time, Xing Bailu hated Xing Yuanlin even more.

After that, Xing Bailu didn't take the initiative to say a word to Xing Yuanlin, even if Xing Yuanlin talked to him, he didn't have a good face, so that at this moment Xing Bailu suddenly took the initiative to ask Xing Yuanlin, Aunt Qiu couldn't help being stunned.

She smiled apologetically and said, "Oh, sir, I went to handle the school transfer procedures for the young master today, thinking that when you get better, I will go directly to the new school to report."

"What?!" Xing Bailu almost jumped up.

How could he forget this!

Because his mother Li Shuyan was a teacher of Tongjia High School, after Li Shuyan's death, Xing Bailu had a certain emotional resistance to Tongjia High School. Xing Yuanlin was afraid that if he stayed in Tongjia High School, he would be emotional, so he transferred him to No. [-] Middle School in the city.

He is Lu Mingjia who I met in No. [-] Middle School.

Lu Mingjia was good-looking, and he was a top student in No. [-] Middle School in the city. Except for his poor family background, he was the embodiment of perfection.When Xing Bailu just transferred to another school, he hadn’t recovered from the pain of losing his mother. He was always in a low mood. The first person who came to comfort him was Lu Mingjia. It was Lu Mingjia who helped him cook and copy notes. He had a stomachache and sent him to the doctor Lu Mingjia is also in the room.

He fell in love with Lu Mingjia out of control like that, pursued him crazily, willingly subsidized him, and even sent him to study abroad. Even when Lu Mingjia entered the entertainment industry, he invested heavily in him.

Now that I think about it, Lu Mingjia was kind to him at the time, was it because he was interested in his family's money?He doesn't like him, but still enjoys his help with peace of mind, and pretends to accept his pursuit... In exchange for his last sentence - it is impossible for me to be with Xing Bailu.

Grass!

What is a piece of sincerity fed the dog!If he knew this earlier, he would rather marry that cripple named Yan.

Inexplicably thinking of that Yan, Xing Bailu couldn't help being stunned.

"Master, don't get excited, master." Aunt Qiu pulled him back and said comfortingly, "Sir, it's for your own good, don't be angry. Although Tonggao's teachers are not as good as other schools, City No. [-] Middle School is one of the public schools. Best of all, the quality of the teachers is not bad.”

The sound of a car engine came from downstairs, Xing Bailu lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed and ran out.

"Master!" Aunt Qiu shouted from behind, "Oh, the fever has just subsided, and the floor is cold! Little ancestor, you should put on your slippers at least!" Aunt Qiu picked up the slippers with her fat body and chased the boy out.

When Xing Bailu rushed down from the second floor, Xing Yuanlin just entered the door. Secretary Liang was talking to him, and he nodded with a "hmm": "When the time comes, you can go to the No. [-] Middle School again and bring the missing documents with you... "

"I don't want to transfer schools!"

As soon as Xing Yuanlin looked up, he saw the young man standing barefoot in front of him, and he frowned: "Don't mess around."

Before Li Shuyan's funeral, Xing Bailu went to school to pack his things and asked for leave. When he came back, his face was so pale that he didn't even have a trace of blood.Later, he learned from Zhang Qingyou that his son was shaking when he passed Li Shuyan's office, and he couldn't walk at all.

Xing Yuanlin consulted a psychiatrist, and transferring to another school was also the doctor's suggestion.

"If you don't like City No. [-] Middle School, you can change to something else." Xing Yuanlin is used to talking to everyone as if he was a subordinate, but seeing Xing Bailu's pale face, he compromised, "If it doesn't work, change to the one in Ninghai, the provincial capital. School."

Xing Bailu sighed inwardly, both father and son have the same stubborn temper that made the relationship so stiff, right?

Seeing that Xing Yuanlin was taking Secretary Liang to the study, he hurried forward and grabbed his arm: "I don't want to change schools, Dad, I want to stay in Tonggao."

Xing Yuanlin's back was stiff. Since the relationship between him and his wife continued to freeze, he couldn't even remember how long it had been since his son called him "Dad".

He turned back slowly.

The boy didn't let go, his face was slightly pale, but his eyes were firm: "I can adjust my mentality, I don't want to transfer schools."

Although my mother had a car accident only a week ago and the funeral was only two days past, to Xing Bailu, it has been five years since this incident.

He has recovered from the pain of losing his mother.

Xing Yuanlin couldn't explain why, but always felt that it was only a few days, and it was clear that the person in front of him still had that immature face, but the expression on his eyebrows seemed to have matured a lot.

"Then observe for another two days." Xing Yuanlin pursed his lips and looked down, "Put on your shoes, don't catch a cold again."

Seeing that the father and son hadn't quarreled, Aunt Qiu was extremely surprised. It wasn't until the door of the study was closed that Aunt Qiu came to her senses. She hurried forward and put the slippers in front of Xing Bailu, urging Xing Bailu to put them on.

The floor of the house is so damn cold, Xing Bailu almost lost all feeling on the soles of his feet.

He slowly put on his slippers. This time, he will definitely not transfer to No. [-] Middle School in the city, never meet Lu Mingjia, never like him again, and even less fund him and invest in him, let that idiot do whatever he wants!

And he himself will study hard, get admitted to the university of his choice, choose his favorite major, and will never rush into the entertainment industry because of chasing Lu Mingjia's footsteps.

At this time, Ninghai City, the provincial capital, more than 120 kilometers away from Tongcheng.

Next to two rows of lush and huge camphor trees is a sky-blue building, and the magnificent boulder at the entrance is engraved with seven gold-plated characters of "Ninghai Senior High School".

At the school gate, a few students who were caught late were listening to the training with their heads bowed.

It was the dean who came to arrest people today. He already had a string of student name tags in his hands behind his back. He took a step and waved: "As a student, I can't even get to school on time. What do you say?" What else can you do? You... Hey, some students over there, do you think I didn't see you? Come here! You... still want to run?"

A row of students being trained instinctively stretched their necks and looked towards the school gate. From a distance, they saw three or two students carrying schoolbags running desperately to the left.

Yan Qiao was a little dazed, he was dragged away by Fang Conglin.

"Quickly, turn over there!"

This area is a monitoring blind spot. Boys who are late in Ninghai High School will choose to climb over the wall here. Almost every day, they can meet fellow students who climbed over the wall and enter the school together.

Yan Qiao was still a little dazed until he climbed over the wall and landed on the ground with his legs. He looked down at his long straight and powerful legs.

You can see clearly that his legs are also perfectly shaped.

"Old Yan, why are you in a daze?" Fang Conglin followed the man for a while and turned around to see Yan Qiao still in a daze, then cursed and turned back to pull him back, "What are you doing, run away!"

Yan Qiao asked him, "What do you call me?" Fang Conglin liked to call him "Lao Yan" when he was in school, but he changed his name to "A Qiao" when he grew up.

"I still want to run, you two, stop!" In front, the dean has already chased after him.

Ten minutes later, Yan Qiao and Fang Conglin stood together in the latecomers at the school gate.

The teaching director is still asking why you are late.

"I had diarrhea last night and didn't sleep well."

"My bus card has been degaussed."

"My bike was stolen."

"The aunt who sells egg pancakes has a twisted wrist."

The dean frowned: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Yeah, she's slow."

"Hahaha--"

A burst of laughter.

Yan Qiao turned his head to look at Fang Conglin who was laughing, and suddenly said, "I'm not dreaming, am I? I clearly remember that the two of us were drinking together last night..."

The teaching director looked over sharply with his ear pointed: "It's hard work, are you still drinking?"

Fang Conglin widened his eyes and waved his hands desperately: "No, no."

"You are already in the second year of high school, and you will take the college entrance examination next year. Why don't you study hard and go over the wall to drink?" The dean slapped Fang Conglin on the back, "I want you to dare to do it or not!"

Fang Conglin screamed in pain: "No, we just went to the Internet cafe to play games last night."

The dean's face darkened: "You think playing games is not as serious as drinking, right?"

"No, no, no, I didn't play games, and I made a slip of the tongue." Fang Conglin was full of despair, screaming for grievances, and staring at Yan Qiao, "Old Yan, are you crazy?"

Yan Qiao felt that he was really a little crazy. He pinched his thigh so hard that his unconscious legs felt pain.

"Fang Conglin, Yan Qiao, let your parents come over!"

Fang Conglin looked horrified: "Director, don't you need to be so exaggerated? I really didn't drink alcohol! And I didn't play games either!"

Yan Qiao happily asked: "Can you really call my parents? Then tell them to come quickly!"

Fang Conglin: "..." It's over, the fall on the road just now really broke the child.

Until he saw Yan Jicheng and Tong Qian appear alive in front of his eyes, Yan Qiao finally believed that he had really returned from 2021 to the second half of his sophomore year in 2010.

The accident five years ago hadn't happened yet, his parents were still alive, and his legs weren't disabled yet, and his eyes weren't blind either!

Very good!

Well, the little deer... the little deer is still alive!

Fang Conglin, who was scolded so badly by his parents, couldn't help frowning when he saw Yan Qiao who was also educated but smiling all over his face: "Are you okay? You can still laugh when you have to write a thousand-word review?"

Yan Qiao didn't care about the self-criticism, he remembered that the birthday wish he made that night was to hope that Xing Bailu would be happy in the next life.

Will his birthday wish come true in this life? ?

By the way, Xing Bailu is still studying in Tongcheng at this time.

At that time, the Xing family's business hadn't had any problems, so now should be Xing Bailu's happiest time, right?

Fang Conglin looked at the overjoyed Yan Qiao and fell into deep self-doubt.

Yan Qiao didn't pay attention to Fang Conglin's expression at all. He quickly checked the news on Tongcheng with his mobile phone, but accidentally saw the news that the big truck ran a red light in Tongcheng and killed the female owner of the Mercedes-Benz in the rainy night.

"The deceased was the wife of the president of Yuanshan Real Estate, Li Shuyan, who was the head teacher of the third year of Tongjia High School at the time..."

Isn't this Xing Bailu's mother?

The funeral was three days ago.

There was a photo of the funeral that was photographed on the news, the main character was Xing Yuanlin who couldn't hide his grief, but Yan Qiao still saw the boy following him.

The lens was blurred, and his face could not be seen clearly, only he was wearing a black suit, but his chestnut brown hair could still make Yan Qiao identify him at a glance.

Xing Bailu's hair was naturally colored and slightly curly, which was inherited from his mother. He bowed his head and followed behind Xing Yuanlin, as if he could fall down when blown by the wind.

Yan Qiao's face changed instantly. What was the happiest time, this should be the most difficult time in Xing Bailu's life!Does he have a hard time?He must have secretly hid and cried again. He has a strong surface, and he likes to cry secretly, hiding all his thoughts in his heart.When he is sad, he doesn't remember to eat, and his stomach is broken at that time.

Fang Conglin looked at Yan Qiao's expression of falling from the cloud to the mud for a second, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You finally realize that we are about to face disaster? Hey, don't think too much, we share the difficulties."

It happened that the two parents and the class teacher came out of the office.

Fang Conglin immediately bowed his head and continued to punish him.

Yan Qiao raised his head and said loudly, "Mom and Dad, I want to transfer schools!"

Fang Conglin's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out: "Fuck, what's the matter? You don't need to transfer schools for the [-]-word review, right?? It's really not possible, I can write it for you!!"