Chosen unlucky guy

In fact, there is no need to say any more, because the moment the name came out of Xin Sui's mouth, Qu Guanyu suddenly raised his head, frowned and asked, "Do you know Zhao Yuansi?"

"Then He Jingle——"

Probably no one can control himself not to diverge associations when faced with such a bizarre and complicated relationship. Qu Guanyu paused, and although he knew it was still far-fetched, he still couldn't help asking: "Where are the two of them really?" Is it okay?"

Then this is too absurd, there are so many similar people in the world, why is it that He Jingle came to the imperial capital, then wandered around, and was selected like a needle in a haystack. After Zhao Yuansi disappeared for a long time, he became "" Zhao Yuansi"?

It is almost impossible for each of these things to happen alone, but they all happened to He Jingle with a small probability.

Xin Sui replied: "Xiao Le grew up in Lianjiang City. Before coming to the imperial capital, he had never heard of Zhao Yuansi."

Qu Guanyu's originally struggling and hopeful expression immediately faded away like weeds in late autumn, looking as if he had aged several years out of thin air. After a while, he murmured again: "I'm not alone. That's fine, that's fine too."

The old professor who was over half a century old seemed to be trapped in a very long memory. After a long time, he sighed and said slowly: "...I have never met Zhao Yuansi himself, but I was fortunate to have met him How about mom?"

It was probably when Zhao Yuansi just disappeared. In fact, there were several disappearance cases in the same period, and most of them were children in their teens. Everyone said they went out to play. Never came back.

Looking for it, of course I want to look for it, but in the vast sea of ​​people, these few half-grown children seem to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace behind.

At that time, the media industry was not as good as it is now. Most of the missing person notices and the grief of the parents were finally compressed into a blurred black and gray block on the newspaper, or they were posted on the roadside telephone poles one by one and were soaked by the rain. The wet sticky pages whose contents cannot be seen clearly have been turned over after a long time, no one remembers them, and no one comes back.

It may be a lot of unresolved unsolved cases, a negative teaching material that countless other parents can learn from; but behind this, there are many broken families, real people, and endless tears .

They should be remembered and should be seen.

Qu Guanyu was younger then than he is now—maybe many, many. He traveled across half of the imperial city, speaking out for families who had lost their children, writing one report after another and notices of missing persons; but these manuscripts all fell into the sea. , Even later, even some families were unwilling to communicate with him.

——Of course he also understands, and he doesn't feel that this is a disappointment at all, because life must go on, and no matter how painful the wound is, it will always scab. Since he chose to be the person who opened the wound again and again, he has to Accept that someone is afraid of pain and hides the bloody past, which becomes a scar that heals itself for a long time.

"I remember," Qu Guanyu's voice was very low, with some emptiness that was still powerless to this day, "all the families who are able to reproduce have new children, and only Ju Tingping—you know her, right? She is the mother of Zhao Yuansi. She is the most unacceptable of these parents. She has always believed that Zhao Yuansi will be found one day. I have written several missing person notices for her, but then I don’t know why. Get in touch with her."

Xin Sui nodded speechlessly: "I have been in charge of condolence work on Xingfu Street since I was a junior. In terms of time, when you failed to contact her, she should have been admitted to the hospital for treatment due to mental problems."

The teacher and the student were speechless for a long time, Qu Guanyu smiled with red eyes, and said as if changing the subject: "Hey, after all, it's because I'm too old, I can't even remember the faces. Pulling out such an old incident for no reason... Go back and help me say sorry to your little classmate He!"

Xin Sui didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't answer this sentence. After a while, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Teacher, these children have disappeared one after another, so it's true that there is no trace left behind?"

Qu Guanyu shook her head, but then quickly added: "Of course disappearance is not a trivial matter, but at that time there were various theories, and the most common one was that he was arrested by someone. A child in his teens, after all- —”

Anyway, don't worry about changing hands.

But it was too cruel to say it, so Qu Guanyu also hurriedly fell silent, he knew that Xin Sui knew it well.

The two of them didn't talk much in the second half, they were doing the work at hand in silence, and when it was time to get off work, seeing that Xin Sui was still preoccupied, he pretended to be relaxed and comforted: "Okay, don't think about it, come on now." It's been ten years, and it's just a coincidence this time, otherwise, if you go out and ask, how many people will know?"

"It's all over," Teacher Qu said to himself, "Hey, it's over!"

But is it really over?For a moment, Xin Sui really wanted to ask this question.

Really, why did the other party contact him in such a hurry after remembering Zhao Yuansi's face, as if he was afraid that the person next to him would disappear into a corner of the world like ten years ago; and why did he remember so many details clearly, as if This happened just yesterday?

Xin Sui knew that this matter would never pass—at least with Qu Guanyu, but he didn't make a sound in the end, like a sawed-off gourd, he just stood up and put the computer back in his schoolbag; Qu Guanyu watched him go When I got to the door, I suddenly remembered something and shouted: "... When I see you later, classmate He, remember to apologize for me, just say that I am not so smart at my age, and I always recognize the wrong person! Don't forget!"

"understood."

Xin Sui finally answered, and then said: "By the way, teacher, I will take half a day off tomorrow and come back in the afternoon. I will work overtime tonight to finish the documents first."

"What leave?"

Qu Guanyu immediately alerted: "Why are you acting like your senior sister now? She has hired you today and you will hire her tomorrow. Have you finished your work? Do you really think that everything will be fine after you graduate?"

Xin Suiyun glanced at him calmly: "But I haven't asked for a day off until now."

"..."

"Last time, senior sister's father broke her arm, and I did the work she left behind."

"..."

"And when I was in my senior year, I had to write a thesis, and every day you—"

Qu Guanyu finally interrupted him: "All right, all right... I didn't say I wouldn't let you go!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Xin Sui seemed to be waiting for his words, and left with his schoolbag on his back. After walking a long distance, he could still hear Qu Guanyu yelling at the office door: "Are you asking for leave—why are you going—ah— —”

"Dating a relationship." Classmate Xin replied calmly.

"..."

With a "bang", Qu Guanyu closed the office door out of sight and out of mind, ignoring him.

The next day, Xin Sui went to find He Jingle for dinner.

He asked for leave, so he went there very early, and it was only eight or nine in the morning when he got there, and at this time, Young Master He was still sleeping in bed in the dark, and when he answered the phone, his eyes were sleepy, and he didn't even look at the caller ID: "Hi -"

"Hi, Jing Le, I'm at the school gate." Xin Sui said.

"I rely on!"

He Jingle was startled awake: "You're already here?"

After saying such a sentence, he has turned over and got out of bed, and started to dig through the closet against the clock. He did not forget to speak hard: "I woke up...why didn't I wake up! Come right away, wait for me for 5 minutes!"

Yan Yu watched helplessly as he turned himself into a handsome guy in less than 5 minutes, hesitated to speak several times, and finally said: "We have class later."

"Ah, ah!" He Jingle waved his hand, "I'm going to meet my boyfriend!"

He rushed towards the door like a bird out of the cage, and finally picked up his socially phobic boyfriend who looked like a wall facing him under a tree at the north gate.

Love is amazing, he thought, slowing down, as he walked past.

When I didn't see anyone, I thought it would be good to just meet once, but now that I see them, I really want to have some physical contact; He Jingle and Xin Sui looked at each other, and I don't know who turned his head and laughed first. In short, he reacted Time, several minutes have passed; time has slipped through the fingers, and the last trace of the cool air of the morning has been pulled away-the weather is starting to heat up again.

Maybe it's been hot all the time, but whatever.

After a long night, the students who came back to the morning class with dark complexions hurriedly passed by. No one was paying attention to this small corner. Seeing that there was no one around, He Jingle reached out his hand cheekily: "Xin Sui, give me a hug."

As a result, as soon as he stretched out his hand, someone called him: "Hey, young master! Woke up so early!"

He withdrew his hand, looked back, and found that it was a rich second generation from the same school. He looked familiar. He was an electrician at home, and he seemed to have had dinner with his father.

"Yeah, I get up early to exercise." He nodded extremely perfunctorily.

After the rich second generation left, Young Master He stretched out his hand again: "Senior Xin——"

"He Jingle!"

Someone called out again behind him. He heard the voice was still a little girl. He was a little angry. When he turned his head, he found that it was the group secretary of the class, with a ponytail and two big buns in his hand: "Oh, it's really you! This week, we are in class Three people didn’t do youth studies, who do you think are there?”

"..." He Jingle swallowed his anger and said, "I'll do it right away."

The brave little He is not afraid of difficulties, he sent away the party secretary in a good voice, and tried to score three goals, but before he stretched out his hand, someone talked a little, and he became an old acquaintance: "Hey, this is not ours. Master! Le, I got up so early today! Great, I just want to eat your school’s Xiaolongbao, big meat, leek bun and two deep-fried dough sticks—”

"..."

This time He Jingle didn't look back, and hugged Xin Sui hard with a wrinkled face. It felt like Li Kui hugged Song Jiang just like that; He walked towards the source of the sound without looking back.

"Damn it." He lifted his foot and kicked Ke Wenyao's ass, "Fuck the fart!"

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I am not famous, so why not call this chapter "Even if you are a rich second generation, you still have to study for young people"

Also, skipping classes is wrong!He Jingle has been given a profound ideological education and punished to write a [-]-word self-criticism!