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The week before high school started was uneventful.

Su Xing found a job, pretended to be Doraemon, and gave out balloons to children in front of the store. The salary was paid every day, and lunch was included.

Dog days are already hot, and his skin is naturally thin, so he got prickly heat after standing in the sun for a long time.

In the evening, after getting off work, I made up my money, went to Sha County to eat a bowl of small wontons, passed by a second-hand bookstore and picked up two Olympiad questions, and when I got home, Su Hong was half lying on the sofa drinking, her nightdress was lifted up to her thighs, and the electric fan was blowing loudly with.

After Su Xing changed his shoes, he threw the half bucket of instant noodles on the kitchen table into the trash can, found a rag to wipe off the oil and wine stains, and opened the window to ventilate.

Su Hong put the wine bottle heavily on the coffee table, and shouted: "Why do you open the window? You want that old toad opposite to see your mother?"

He didn't answer, went into the room, took a towel, and covered her lap.

Su Hong grabbed the towel and threw it at Su Xing, "You fucking want to heat me to death, don't you!"

Su Xing grabbed the towel and looked at her calmly.

After several seconds of staring at each other, Su Hong was the first to lose. She pulled up her nightgown, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, lit the tea table with the cigarette, and said, "The admission notice is here." .”

There was an envelope on the coffee table, with one corner pressed by an ashtray.He picked up the envelope and took out the contents, a bank card and a notice.

"Student Su Xing, you have been admitted to No.30 No. 8 Middle School in Xinyang City. Please report to your class on August 31."

36?

He turned over the hard cardboard several times to confirm that it was indeed from No. 36 High School, and a copy of his junior high school file was attached to the letter. It was not someone else with the same name, but it was him.

Could it be a mistake?

"36." He Chi said as he picked up an octopus ball and threw it into his mouth.

"How about..." Guan Xinxin glanced at him and suggested, "Let your father arrange to change to a school closer to home? This way you don't have to move out."

"No need." He Chi put down his chopsticks, took out a few tissues to wipe his mouth carelessly, and stood up, "I'm full, I'm going upstairs to pack my things."

"I'm full too." He Zhou put the spoon upside down on the clean marble table, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth slowly.

"Xiaozhou, you, drink more soup." Guan Xinxin eagerly picked up the empty bowl in front of him, and said in a cautious, even flattering tone, "I boiled it for you specially, and put a lot of supplements. Good for the body..."

He Zhou smiled gently, and politely interrupted her: "No need, Auntie, I'm full, and the soup is delicious."

Guan Xinxin put down the spoon hesitantly, unable to hide his disappointment: "This, so..."

"Brother," He Zhou called to stop He Chi, "Can I trouble you to carry me up?"

He Chi paused when he walked to the stairs.

He Zhou tilted his head and asked disappointedly, "Can't you?"

"Little Chi!" Guan Xinxin scolded in a low voice.

He Chi closed his eyes, turned around and walked back to the dining table, put one hand on He Zhou's shoulder, and the other hand passed through his knee, and picked him up expertly.

He Zhou leaned his head on He Chi's shoulder obediently, counting his heartbeats, and when he counted to No.70 five times, he was put on the wheelchair.

He Chi put him down and was about to leave without saying a word. He Zhou pointed to the bed and said, "Brother forgot the blanket."

He Chi picked up the blanket on the bed, shook his hands, and covered He Zhou's lap.

Guan Xinxin treated He Zhou too flatteringly. The blanket was changed every day and was only washed by hand. The blanket smelled like clean laundry detergent.

He Zhou stroked his knees, raised his head, his eyes were dark, like a little beast that doesn't understand the world, he asked, "Is it because my brother is afraid of me that he wants to move away?"

He Chi put his hands in his pockets, looked at him condescendingly, and smiled lightly after a while: "He Zhou, don't use your innocence to deal with me, I tell you, it's useless."

He Zhou didn't answer. He pushed a strand of hair from his ear behind his ear, and said to himself, "Brother, remember to come back often, otherwise I will be sad. When I am sad, my mother will be angry."

On the wall facing the bed, there is a black and white photo.The woman in the photo was dignified and majestic, her pupils were like bottomless black holes, staring quietly at He Chi.

He Chi didn't speak, turned around and went out the door.

He didn't have much luggage, not a single suitcase was full, and when he was packing his precious video games, Li Lang called.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He Chi tilted his head, clamped the phone between his ear and shoulder, and stuffed the inhibitor and syringe into his backpack.

Li Lang yelled: "Old He, I begged my dad for a long time, and he finally agreed to put the two of us in the same class. Are you happy? Are you happy?"

Li Lang's old man is the head of the Ministry of Education, so he can transfer a class just by saying a word.

He Chi said: "I'm so excited! You are so capable, why didn't you ask your dad to put you in the first middle school directly."

Li Lang couldn't help it: "Why should I go to the No. 36 Middle School? I must follow in the footsteps of our No. [-] Lieutenant Colonel!"

He Chi scoffed at him, "Come on, you."

"Hey, do you know Su Xing?" Li Lang changed the topic.

He Chi said, "What the hell?"

"The champion of the city's high school entrance examination!" Li Lang yelled, "The total score is 2 points lower than No. [-]!"

He Chi: "Oh, yes."

Li Lang called out, "You know him?!"

He Chi smiled, grabbed a handful of socks and threw them into the box: "Schoolmasters are not all the same, with big heads, acne-faced faces, and lenses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle."

"Fuck! I'm serious with you!" Li Lang also laughed, "The No. [-] student in the senior high school entrance examination is coming to our school."

He Chi responded casually: "This little number one scholar must be out of his mind, he can't think about it like this."

"Who knows what he thought, he beat up the son of the Secretary General of the Education Bureau..."

"A student reported that you participated in a school violence incident, which was of a very bad nature. Our No. 36 Middle School firmly cannot accept students with bad morals. However, since you are still young, the organization discussed and decided to give you a chance to transfer your student status to the school. In [-]th, I hope you will reform and reflect on yourself."

Su Xing called the admissions office, and the man who answered the phone was a man who pronounced his words carefully, as if reading the reply from a script.

He sat on the railing of the roof with his legs dangling in the air. Looking down from the 16th floor, this neighborhood that he had resisted for [-] years but could not escape suddenly became small. Outside the narrow and dirty streets, there were bright lights, busy traffic, and The sky is high and the sea is wide like he has never seen before.

Xinyang City No. [-] Middle School, a century-old school, a provincial key middle school, has a nearly [-]% enrollment rate and a prominent reputation.

He was like a little beast struggling in a cage, finally saw a little hope, and then submerged in a deeper swamp in an instant.

Su Xing took a cigarette, which came from Su Hong's cigarette case. When he lit it, he realized that the light of the light was faltering. He didn't know whether it was the strong wind blowing at night or his hands were shaking.

He lit the cigarette, imitated Su Hong, put it in his mouth and took a puff, the smell of inferior tobacco rushed from his mouth to Tianling Gai, choking him immediately, coughing so hard that tears almost forced out of his eyes.

He let go of his hand, and the cigarette he took a puff fell from the eighteenth floor. The flames flickered and disappeared instantly.

The phone is still stuck on the chat interface with Zhou Jinyan——Ah Xing!Have you received the notice yet?I just checked that I am in Class [-], which class are you in?It would be great if we were still in the same class, physics class please!

He took a deep breath, the bitter smell of tobacco mixed with the stench brought by the night wind made him feel alive.

He replied Zhou Jinyan with a message, jumped back to the ground with one hand, and got off the rooftop.

——I went to No. 36 High School, it’s fine. For a person like me, it’s the same wherever I go.

Nothing more than rolling from one quagmire to another swamp.

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