flammable relationship

That day, Fu Yiheng suddenly lost his mind to search for books, and he didn't stay in the bookstore for a long time. He took the car back and chatted briefly, then hurriedly said goodbye and went home.

In those few simple sentences, Wei Ran said that he had repaid the loan shark he owed, and said that two-thirds of his salary would be remitted to Mr. Fu's account every month, and that it might not be clear in a while. , the front line is expected to be dragged on for a long time, and during this period, Mr. Fu can ask for anything as interest, except money.

"As long as you ask, as long as I have it, I can give it to you."

These are Wei Ran's original words. When he said this, his legs were crossed, his back was leaning against the tree trunk, the rustling tree crown cast mottled light and shadow, and those black and white eyes were shining in the dark, burning people.

Fu Yiheng smiled, thinking that young people are arrogant, when Wei Ran lives to his age, he will know that there are many things in this world that others want but you can't afford, not just money.

"You go to school first." Fu Yiheng said before leaving, "I will treat the tens of thousands of dollars as an investment, manage money regularly, and repay the principal and interest after five years."

This means that you can pay nothing back for five years.

There was no way, Teacher Fu finally softened his heart.

After he went back, he warned himself that this time he really carried out the humanitarian concept to the end, and that there must be a limit to sympathy, and there will be no next time.

Because there is never enough to help, once or twice, there will be countless times in the future. Too much intervention in other people's lives is really against Mr. Fu's creed of life.

Fortunately, Wei Ran is sensitive and interested. After trying twice, he wanted to invite Fu Yiheng out for dinner, and formally thanked him, but Fu Yiheng refused for different reasons. After that, he noticed the other party's restrained posture. In the next few months, he continued until the third year of high school. During the winter vacation, I didn't take the initiative to contact you again.

But the remittance on the [-]th of each month has been going on unshakably.

Sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less, it’s all about the meaning, as long as you have it.

Every time a text message of payment notification came, Fu Yiheng just casually glanced at the number, then put down his phone and went about his own business.

Wei Ran never said that he would send a WeChat notification to check it out. The two tacitly kept a distance, and their friendship was limited to the debt relationship.

Sometimes Wei Ran would feel that when he owed Huang Shengyuan money, he was chased and intercepted, and the frequency of accidentally encountering creditors was higher than this.

……

According to international practice, the winter holidays before and after the holidays of the third party of the high school are exploited to less than ten days. This is for Liu Yingchao, a student like Liu Yingchao who just wants to take the college entrance examination and go abroad. , is simply a great torment in life.

Except for sleeping, eating, and masturbation, the rest of the time can be counted with fingers. It is impossible to review, and it is impossible to review in this life. At home, my father does not love my mother, and I am always served with sticks. Liu Baobao Heartbroken, he had no choice but to stay at Brother Ran's house all day long to escape reality.

But what I didn't expect was that his brother Ran, a wage earner who was on leave of school, saw him coming, and he didn't even say a word of relief, but instead sent him the hot care of his brother, he opened his schoolbag without saying a word, and won the three Years of simulations, as well as the test papers of each subject bound into books after the previous simulation exams!

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Can't we just play games happily? I'm so lonely, brother, take me to eat chicken in double row, brother, I haven't tasted chicken for a long time...Damn, I was sniped by Voldemort again , What a broken game, so many old bastards..."

Wei Ran ignored his wailing and thoughts, and stared at a math test paper.

Next to the bright red scores on the test paper, there is a row of pen characters, which are chic and elegant, and penetrate the back of the paper. Compared with Liu Yingchao's elementary school student's ghost-drawing character font, it can be set off with a sense of strength and immortality.

That sentence obviously came from a certain teacher surnamed Fu who was correcting the test paper. It was written: fill in the blanks and fill in the blanks. It is for you to fill in, not for you to fill in the blanks!Are you going to piss me off? !

At the end, I drew a stick figure with a fiery head.

Wei Ran imagined that when Mr. Fu saw this perfunctory test paper, blue veins appeared on the corner of his white forehead, he took two deep breaths to suppress his anger, and then how he wrote this comment in one go. Accidentally burst into music.

Teacher Fu is a little cute.

Liu Yingchao was taken aback by his movement, thinking that Brother Ran was tortured by poverty and became mentally handicapped, and he could laugh in front of the test paper, so he couldn't help feeling sad, Qi Qiran said: "Wei Ran, why don't we go and grab it?" Let’s do something big for the bank, after grabbing the money, go to the ocean and start a new life on the other side of the ocean! This way I don’t have to take the college entrance examination, and you don’t have to pay back the money, wouldn’t it be nice?”

"Beautiful ass." Wei Ran rolled his eyes, "If you want to pay back the money, you have to take the college entrance examination."

"Sigh." Liu Yingchao put down her phone, looked up to the sky and sighed, "My ambition is not here, I will just waste my time in school."

"The full score is 120, and you can get a single digit in the test. From another perspective, you are also a genius, and you should not underestimate yourself."

"Brother, it's mathematics. I can still get a few scores in English. Mathematics is too difficult. Classes are like listening to heavenly scriptures. If it weren't for Lao Fu's face, I would be in the classroom. I can't stand it for a minute."

Wei Ran's pen sketching on the draft paper paused for a moment, the auxiliary line was not so straight, he stabilized the pen tip, and continued to speak: "Fu Yiheng... what kind of teacher is he?"

"What kind of teacher..." Liu Yingchao put her legs on the low coffee table, chewed the small dried fish that she brought with her in her mouth, pondered for a while, and scratched her head, "I can't say, but it's pretty good anyway, very good, I am I have never met such a loyal teacher in my life."

Liu Yingchao opened up the chatter box, adding fuel to the story of how Fu Yiheng dealt with the incident where they climbed over the wall and got into a fight in the Internet cafe, with cadence and emotion, almost shedding tears of gratitude.

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows the whole time and listened without any obvious fluctuations on his face.

He could guess what Fu Yiheng would be like as a teacher, he just wanted to hear what people said.

Just listen, just listen, he didn't think about it.

"By the way, didn't the old man lend you money to repay the usury?" Liu Yingchao turned her head with her heart in her hands.

"Yes." Wei Ran didn't raise his head, but curled up the corners of his mouth, "So I'm Teacher Fu's fanboy."

"?" Liu Yingchao raised her hand, pointed at Wei Ran's nose and yelled angrily, "When did you become a fan of Old Fu? Damn it, I will make an official announcement without notifying you that I am Liu Yingchao, the 380th generation single heir of the old Liu family. My son, from now on I will be Lao Fu's fanboy!"

"You can't." Wei Ran vetoed it with one vote.

Liu Baobao's rhetoric stuck in his throat, and he looked confused: "Why?"

Wei Ran was very cold: "Because you scored nine points in math, you are not qualified."

Liu Yingchao: "?"

To be a fan these days is to know how to do math problems?

……

On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a heavy snowfall, and before the snow melted, New Year's Eve arrived as scheduled.

Since the holidays, Fu Yiheng has been staying at his parents' house in the old city. Before the festival, he is helping to buy new year's goods, and meeting old friends and classmates for dinner.When it came to New Year's Eve, the group of rambunctious friends closed their doors obediently and watched over the holidays with their families. The dinner party dropped sharply to nothing, which made New Year's Eve the most leisurely day for Mr. Fu recently.

Fu Yiheng, who was tired of socializing, could finally catch his breath.

As soon as a person relaxes, the body loses the support of the inner Qi, and immediately collapses.Just crawled out of bed on the morning of New Year's Eve, opened the door and saw the cold wind, Mr. Fu suffered from this old headache.

"I must have been running around with your mother to buy this and that. I was tired." The old man raised his head from the bombardment of text messages from his former students, and looked at his wife with a slightly reproachful look. What are you doing? You can’t finish eating, and you can’t throw it away.”

Qin Fangfei cooked a bowl of brown sugar ginger soup, served it to her son, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "He has been sick every three days since he was a child, and he has such a poor physique. .”

The old man pulled the reading glasses up to the bridge of his nose, and wanted to retort. Thinking about his elbow that was still in pain for half a year, and now it was still stuck to the dog skin plaster, he was a little weak, so he held back the words.

Fu Yiheng let out a "hiss", and moaned while holding his heavy head: "Oh, I have a headache, oh, I seem to have a cold, oh, I need you two to say something to each other, I care about you, so that I can get better."

If you want to live a decent life, your acting skills must be stable.

Qin Fangfei scolded him: "It's none of your business whether we care about you or not? I think I can find someone who cares about you, maybe my illness will be cured."

"Hmph, that's it." The old man chimed in.

"..."

After being forcibly stuffed with a wave of dog food, Mr. Fu's head hurt even more. After drinking hot ginger tea, he slipped back to the bedroom and lay down to complain of hysteria.

As soon as I lie down, I lie down until the hour of the reunion dinner at night.

The Fu family is a big family. Fu Yiheng's grandma responded to the call of the revolution at that time and strived to be an honorable mother. She gave birth to seven children in one go. Now there are three remaining who can still celebrate the Spring Festival. Professor Fu is the third child , the other two are the second uncle and the sixth uncle.The three families take turns to watch the New Year's Eve and have a reunion dinner every year. This year it is the turn of Fu Yiheng's family.

Before six o'clock, the small three rooms and one living room were full of people.

After eating, it was almost ten o'clock, and the volume of the Spring Festival Gala on TV was turned up to the maximum, but the crackling sound of mahjong was not covered. The second uncle's seven-year-old granddaughter couldn't sit still, so she pestered Fu Yiheng to go to the rooftop to set off fireworks.

Uncle Six's son is two years younger than Fu Yiheng. He fell in love and brought his girlfriend along today. Girls are born to like shiny things, like diamonds.Fireworks can barely be classified into this category, so I also hold my boyfriend's arm and act like a baby, and I also want to watch fireworks.

The two princesses issued an order, and the two gentlemen dared not refuse. They went downstairs to the canteen and bought a bundle of "fairy sticks" in their hands and went to the rooftop.

There was still some unmelted snow on the roof, and the cold wind blew hard into his collar.

Fu Yiheng was originally afraid of the cold, but now he was suffering from an old disease, so he was wrapped up in a long down jacket as thick as a quilt and sacrificed his life to accompany the woman, and was responsible for lighting the fireworks stick with a lighter and handing it to the little niece. This was also out of safety considerations.

The child is not afraid of the cold, jumping up and down like a crazy monkey, dancing with small fireworks, twirling and jumping in circles, and asked Fu Yiheng to choose an angle to take pictures of her, and the couple over there also turned on the mode of showing affection and killing dogs, chasing the princess together hug.

Fu Yiheng had a smile on his face, but his heart was bitter.

After eleven o'clock, the phone started to vibrate crazily, opened WeChat, and the screen was full of blessing messages.Fu Yiheng pulled the zipper to the top, tucked his hands in his sleeves, and only exposed his thumb and index finger to pinch the thin phone to reply one by one.

During the period, I encountered two more difficult ones, one was from Jin Chen, with just four words-Happy New Year.

Fu Yiheng thought about it, and reciprocated courtesy—to have fun together.

Jin Chen asked him what he was doing again, but Fu Yiheng ignored him.

The other belongs to Wei Ran.

He didn't send any old-fashioned congratulations, he just threw a picture, clicked on it, it was two movie tickets, the show at zero o'clock.

The accompanying text is: "Given by a colleague, is Mr. Fu free to join me?"

Fu Yiheng stared at the two movie tickets for 10 minutes.

He was wondering if Wei Ran was spending the holidays alone, if he couldn't find someone to watch a movie with him, if he felt uncomfortable...

Concentrating on thinking, but didn't avoid it, the little niece rushed over and accidentally burned a small hole in his down jacket, and the duck down inside scrambled out, spinning and floating into the night sky briefly illuminated by the fireworks.

Fu Yiheng was dizzy from the cold wind. On the left was the child who was tortured innocently, and on the right was the mental violence of an unscrupulous couple. The idea of ​​escaping from the sea of ​​suffering quickly became extremely strong.

With a twitch of his brain, he turned to the contact person and dialed the number: "Where are you? I'll pick you up."

The author has something to say: The next chapter is a high-sweet warning, after the sweetness, Brother Ran will pack up and go back to school

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