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The incident of Yi Chengfeng beating his own uncle was finally resolved because of Su Xianghua's initiative to go to the school to provoke troubles and Su's family's willingness to reconcile the internal conflicts on his own. Solving the problem by force is "bad in nature and extremely bad in impact", and the school still gave him the punishment of notifying him of criticism.

On the second day, Yi Chengfeng's headshot and "heroic deeds" were posted on the school's bulletin board, which was on par with the impressive battle report obtained by Yan Yu on the left.

The one of Yan Yu only had a small one-inch photo, and even his expression was dull and simple; while Yi Chengfeng's photo was printed directly in the center of the A4 paper, matching his froze into a coffin when he saw the camera The stern face is more breathtaking than a wanted warrant, and it can be directly offered as a door god.

Class [-] students took a panoramic photo of the two news in a very spoof way, and put them at the top of the group bulletin.

In addition, students in other classes also regard the bulletin board as a tourist attraction. There are always people standing there holding up their mobile phones to snap pictures. Yan Yu’s photo is too small, and the glass of the bulletin board is reflective. Easy, so this activity seems to have evolved into a photo contest again.

Yi Chengfeng was naturally immune to this kind of verbal criticism, and he didn't show any discomfort at school, but when he returned home, he found that the stewed fish dumplings agreed the day before were gone, replaced by a meal of stewed meat with a feather duster.

"Mom? Mom! Can I owe it first? The exam is coming soon, and there is still a competition. Don't you want to add ten points? Ah—" Yi Chengfeng wailed while clutching his buttocks, "It's really impossible to compete again! I owe it to you." I'm in debt, can't I still pay back the principal with interest after the holiday?"

Su Xianghui was so angry that he threw away the feather duster, and sat on the sofa panting, "...He is your uncle anyway, and your grandparents haven't done anything yet, so it's your turn to show off?! Now, people let you Get down, isn't our family paying for the medical treatment and medicine?"

"If you kill him, that's fine. He's a toad. When he can jump and jump, it's the same as coming to disgusting people? Are you going to write about this matter today and turn it over..."

Yi Pei put down the small flower shovel, turned his head and turned on the TV and tuned to the sports channel, "What do you say, you don't have to pay for killing people? Xiaofeng, let me tell you, there are two old things in the house, me and your mother." You can't be stupid."

Yi Chengfeng didn't say a word, knowing that he couldn't get along with the two of them. People like Su Xianghua couldn't be changed by any words or actions, and he could only be honest if he was beaten to the ground.

Su Xianghui's heart is like a mirror, knowing this, she doesn't blame her son for being angry.

Yi Chengfeng wanted a pair of Puma football shoes for a long time. The last time Liu Kaidi asked him to buy them together, he was not willing to pay. This pair of shoes is almost a month's salary from his father. This is a sensible child.But if something goes wrong on Su Xianghua's side, his family will definitely have to pay tribute to eat the melons, and the cost is no less than a pair of shoes.

When he was young and full of energy, how could he bear this kind of anger once or twice, three times or five times.

"Even if I break him and compensate him for his medical expenses, it's more comfortable than throwing money to fill his cesspit!" Yi Chengfeng muttered, and got another blow on his arm, and the smoke was hot.

Su Xianghui glared at him, "Do you think beating him is for nothing? Isn't he a citizen of the People's Republic of China? If you beat him, you don't need to go to court and get into trouble, and your mother will be the first to cut him to the point where he can't take care of himself!"

The corners of Yi Pei's mouth twitched wildly, feeling that the mother and son were more unreliable than the other, "It's alright, it's fine, both of you save yourself! Hurry up and cook some noodles, the child will have to study at night later."

Yi Chengfeng understands that Su Xianghua didn't continue to cause trouble after the incident. Firstly, he was indeed afraid of him, but it is more likely that his family paid far more than the medical expenses, otherwise his grandma would have appointed him to cry Three days and three nights.

His mother said that she wished Su Xianghua could die cleanly, but in the end she and her aunt brought up her younger brother, and emotionally he was not too far behind his own son. He always held the glimmer of hope that the prodigal son would turn around, hoping that he would grow up again You can live to understand that it is actually a waste of emotion.

Just like what Yan Yu told him, study hard and leave Meichuan in the future.

He is an only child, and his parents appointed him to follow him when he went out. Even if he didn't follow him when he just had a job and no house or home, then when he got married and raised a child, his grandparents would always go to see the child, and they had to be together sooner or later.

As long as you leave Meichuan, most of those trivial things will be untouchable. If you want, you can pay the old man a little more money. Come back for a look during the Chinese New Year. You can always worry about it.

Yi Chengfeng walked and thought, stumbled and recited the ancient prose that the teacher taught that day, and took out his mobile phone to search the original text and continued to recite it.

Yan Yu told him that there is no need to be greedy for too many questions, the important thing is to understand the types of questions, and the changes remain the same. Tonight he has to finish correcting the math papers, and ask little Ayan if he doesn't understand before going to bed.

In fact, his mind is quite good, otherwise, based on his previous learning attitude, it is really not possible to go to high school with money.

When entering the classroom, Yi Chengfeng caught a glimpse of the empty space in the corner, and felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

He suddenly remembered the Band-Aid that Yan Yu had on his finger during the day. At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it when his head was messed up.

However, the wound on this hand reminded him of the scene of Yan Yu standing in front of the kitchen counter and reaching out to hold the blade many years ago.

Yi Chengfeng propped his elbows on the paper, and clicked on the dialog box with Yan Yu.

Polang: Can I ask you a question?

Yan Yu: Don't talk nonsense.

Polang: Then you can't be angry.

Yan Yu: It's still nonsense.

Polang: When you were a child, why did you cut your hand with a knife?

After sending this sentence, Yi Chengfeng waited nervously with his mobile phone in his arms, shouldn't he ask, how long has it been, why are you turning over old accounts like a bitch!Look, look, ignore you, appointed to be angry, huh——

Finally, after a while, Yan Yu replied.

Yan Yu: Today that cut was not intentional.

Just kidding!Let people see everything I think...

Po Lang: That's not what I mean, I just think that I have been responsible for you for so many years, you should let me die to understand, right?

Yan Yu: You have been confused for so many years, and now you understand?

...Yeah, is it too late?can't you?Yi Chengfeng is so depressed, he doesn't seem to be able to take advantage of chatting with Yan Yu!

What about age advantage?Did he eat more salt than he ate rice?This is obviously unlikely.The bridge he crossed was longer than the road he walked?If you say this, you will probably be beaten to death by him...

never mind!Just pretend that I didn't hold back and farted.

Yan Yu: Because I don't want to practice piano all the time, learn golf, or learn swimming...

Yi Chengfeng was surprised when he saw that the eight-year-old little Yan Yu actually killed himself because of the pressure.It was probably because he didn't want to accept such facts before, so he always preferred to believe that he frightened him and let him cut his hand.

Now that it is torn apart, although it has been many years, it is not unprepared, but it is still difficult to accept.

what about now?Is he not stressed?Do more people care about him than before?Will he still have the idea of ​​hurting himself suddenly at a certain moment?

Yi Chengfeng hung his finger on the input box for a long time, but he couldn't say a word.

Yan Yu: I don't know why you didn't expose me at the time, but I know you probably think I'm... a bit scary now?Do you still want to be my friend?

Yan Yu: It doesn’t matter if you’re not a friend, I can also give you a lecture if you’re a classmate. {smiley face}

Yan Yu: You know I'm not a man-eating monster, right? I won't hurt others...

Before Yi Chengfeng could reply, Yan Yu sent three messages in a row. Although there was a smiling face in the middle, Yi Chengfeng felt that there must be no smile on his expression at the moment.

Yan Yu's fair face seemed to be floating in front of his eyes, his misty eyes were full of anticipation, he needed a friend very much, it didn't matter whether he was a friend or not, because he had no other friends.

Polang: Of course!

Fuck!Of course shit!

Polang: Of course I would like to be your friend!

Polang: You are not scary, you are very powerful and brave!I didn't expose you at the beginning because...you are good-looking!

Yan Yu lay down on the desk with his mobile phone in his hands, silently laughing, with his head resting on his arms, two lines of warm tears welled up in his eyes, silently blending into the fibers of his sleeves.

Yi Chengfeng, I have a more terrifying side that you will never know. I used to want to kill myself every day, to kill this self who can no longer stand up...

Thank you for letting me rely on, I will not think so in the future.

Polang: Hey, are you angry?Be broad-minded, little boy!

……

Yan Yu: I guess you haven't finished correcting your math papers yet. . .

Polang: Change it!Don't read the book too late, you have to leave a way for everyone to survive when appropriate, such as putting water in the exam and so on.

Yan Yu: How to release it?

Polang: For example, one less big question for each subject, hahahaha——

Yan Yu: Then are you sure to keep the score difference between us within 250?

Polang: I'll die for a while...

***

"Brother Feng, aren't you going to start today?" Liu Kaidi has already changed his jersey, No. 10, "Gay Zi, who chose the color (shai)! I said let those girls in our class do this. Reliable."

Feng Wanyue hugged Si Ping's arm and couldn't straighten up laughing, "The Fiorentina team uniform is also purple, so why can't it be used? It's so special, and you won't clash with anyone you meet."

Less than half an hour before the start of the competition, Yi Chengfeng was still swaying around in his school uniform, "Go ahead first, I still have a few questions to finish."

"Are you kidding, Brother Feng? If you don't go, the combination of our two swords won't be effective! What about the soul midfielder and the frontcourt sharp blade? I even wear gay purple..." Liu Kaidi carefully fastened Well, the shoelaces of the pair of silver Puma boots, not to mention that the color matches the clothes quite well.

"Soul midfielder, you can take it easy, you are one year older, don't sprain your ankle and let me carry it back for you. What are you doing with such a defeated opponent, you will go out for activities later Play again, Xiaodouer, you go first, I will be the chief substitute for you."

After the big break in the afternoon, the competition officially started at [-] o'clock sharp. Students in the participating classes can watch the competition from the sidelines without going to self-study.

Everyone is quite enthusiastic about this kind of competition, especially since the beginning of this year will be the showdown between last year's champion and runner-up. Maybe this is the best game of the year, so there are quite a lot of onlookers.

"You go to the competition first, how uncomfortable it is to endure." Yan Yu said to Yi Chengfeng who came to him to give a lecture, "Leave the paper here, and I will correct it for you in detail if you make a mistake."

"Really? Then I'm going—"

The kick has already started outside, and Yi Chengfeng's heart has already flown out. Every whistle on the field and every wave of cheers from the sidelines is stirring his nerves.

The chief substitute changed into his jersey, put on his sportswear with long pants and long sleeves, and stood on the sidelines to watch the game.

The second class seemed to be kicking pretty hard from the very beginning, running aggressively, spending more than half of the time in the sixth class's half, and even shot a more threatening shot.

Yi Chengfeng felt that he might not be sitting on the cold bench for too long, so he thought of going back to the teaching building to go to the toilet and come back to change.

He came in through the main entrance, and after solving the problem, he made a mysterious detour to go out through the west door. Everyone went out to watch the game, and he actually wanted to see what Yan Yu was doing alone in the classroom.

As he passed the back door, he slowed down and looked through the open door. No one was there.

Went to the storage room to practice?

Just as he was hesitating whether to go over and take a look, he caught a glimpse of the figure at the end of the corridor by the window.

With his back to him, Yan Yu was sitting by the window opposite the steps. Compared with the windows in the classroom, the stadium could be seen more clearly here.

He pressed one side of the wheelchair against the wall, and leaned sideways on the window sill, which was a bit high for him, with his arms almost reaching his jaw.

Is this watching a game?

"Little Yan?"

I don't know whether it was Yan Yu who was watching too deeply, or Yi Chengfeng's footsteps were too light, this cry made Yan Yu visibly startled, his shoulders stiffened before he slowly sat up straight and turned his head.

"Let's go out and have a look together. Today's weather is good, and they are all here."

Yi Chengfeng came over and pushed him to go out from the west door... Actually, he didn't want to stay alone, right? If he had more friends, would he be happier... …

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