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Answer: "The smell of money."

When Qi Zhaoran lowered his head, the collar of the cotton shirt was hooked vaguely around his neckline, and he could see a red string hanging around his neck, but Guan Lv didn't ask.

After eating, Guan Lv proposed to take him home, but Qi Zhaoran did not refuse.

After getting in the car, Qi Zhaoran threw his schoolbag on the back seat without daring to look at Guan Lv, as long as the two of them were alone together, Qi Zhaoran would think of that day again.

Fortunately, Guan Lv didn't embarrass him along the way, he played two classical music pieces, and occasionally asked him a few things about school to ease the atmosphere.

But Qi Zhaoran was still very nervous, before Guan Lu's car stopped, he said goodbye and got out of the car.

"Hey, your schoolbag." Guan Lu looked at Qi Zhaoran who had already run far into the alley, sighed, picked up the heavy schoolbag on the back seat and walked slowly into the alley.

The residential building that Qi Zhaoran lives in was originally a textile factory, and it has been around for a certain period of time, and the notice from the city is that it will be demolished next year.

Occasionally, there are dogs barking one after another, the passage between the two residential buildings is narrow, and the walls are covered with large and small advertising papers such as applying for certificates and asking for a child. Looking up, you can see the cramped cobalt blue sky and the clotheslines at different heights. There are colorful clothes and underwear on them, and there are a few pairs of shoes hanging on the shelves in front of the windows of every house, but few people install air-conditioning fans.

A few advertising signs protruded from the narrow aisles on both sides and the turning lights of the hair salon were tirelessly shining. Occasionally, a teenager riding a bicycle speeding past would splash muddy water on the ground.

Guan Lu bent down and patted his trousers which were splashed with muddy water, and simply hugged Qi Zhaoran's schoolbag in his arms in time so it wasn't dirty.

The last time he sent Qi Zhaoran home was He Ning who showed the way. He only took care of Qi Zhaoran, but he didn't notice where he lived.

Guan Lv stopped at the door of the hair salon.

Because not far away, warm orange dim light poured down on the wall, Qi Zhaoran squatted on the ground and took out a ham sausage from his pocket, and fed it to the little wild cat on the ground.

Guan Lu wanted to go up and remind Qi Zhaoran not to get scratched, but he didn't seem to be listening, and he was skilled in feeding.

The kitten was covered in black hair and looked dirty and miserable. After eating the ham sausage, it kept running around Qi Zhaoran, and rubbed the dirt on Qi Zhaoran's school uniform. Dirty, hard cat fur.

Qi Zhaoran left after feeding, the kitten was still following behind him, Qi Zhaoran walked two steps and then turned his head, bared his teeth to threaten it, the kitten stopped for two steps, waited for Qi Zhaoran to turn his head and then walked with him.

Qi Zhaoran simply ignored it and let it follow him back to the house.Guan Lv naturally followed suit.

Qi Zhaoran turned his head to look at the black cat, and saw Guan Lv standing at the door of his house, also dressed in black. He was so frightened that he took two steps back, and barely held onto the door frame: "Why are you here?"

"Your schoolbag." Guan Lu handed him the schoolbag in his arms, "I got out of the car."

The little black cat took the opportunity to sneak into Qi Zhaoran's house.

"Thank you." Qi Zhaoran took the schoolbag: "Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and shut Guan Lv out.Guan Lu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Qi Zhaoran probably didn't want him to enter his house, he clicked twice and was about to leave when Qi Zhaoran opened the door again:

"Do you want to come in?"

After entering the door, Guan Lv realized that Qi Zhaoran had ulterior motives.

"Do you bathe the cat?"

Guan Lu looked down at the black cat soaked in the basin by Qi Zhaoran, and gave him a fierce "meow".

"I won't, someone will." Guan Lv smiled reassuringly.

He Ning never expected that his boss would call him in such a hurry during off-duty time, just to let him bathe the cat, not for anything else, just because he helped his ex-girlfriend raise a cat.

--

When He Ning was squatting in the bathroom wearing an apron and gloves, after cutting the cat's nails, and then scrubbing the kitten up and down with anti-bacterial and anti-lice body wash, his boss and Qi Zhaoran were sitting outside talking about love.

After Qi Zhaoran put away all the related posters, the home showed its original appearance. The layout was very simple and clean, but many things were missing. For example, the living room only had a sofa, a tea table, and even a TV. nothing.

"Do you want to eat?" Qi Zhaoran washed his hands and changed his dirty school uniform, wearing only a large white cotton shirt and black shorts. After receiving the affirmation from Guan Lv's nod, he lowered his body slightly Dig through the refrigerator for ingredients.The red string is lazily hung on the collarbone, and the eyes slide in along the red string, as if you can still see...

"Is shrimp fried rice okay?"

Guan Lv was interrupted by Qi Zhaoran's voice, and he was in a daze for a while before he looked away from his neckline.

"Ah."

Guan Lv can easily say he likes many people and sell favors to many people, but when he really meets someone, he realizes that liking and being moved are two different things.

After bathing the little black cat, Qi Zhaoran started to worry. He hardly had any free time to raise the cat, but he was reluctant to put it back, so he sat on the sofa silently and gave little black cat The cat is smooth.

"I can raise it." Guan Lu said lightly from the side: "I also like cats."

He Ning silently watched the boss lie, feeling contemptuous and reluctant to speak.

--

Guan Lu is a cunning and cunning man who is ruthless in his calculations, and he has already planned how to get Qi Zhaoran to come to see the cat in his heart when he said "raise a cat", but Qi Zhaoran did not intend to see the cat, but threw the cat to Guan Lu's queen I never mentioned it again.

The relationship between Qi Zhaoran and his classmates is lukewarm, there are a few golf friends who get close, but Zhao Ming has the best relationship.

"Going to play ball at night?" Zhao Ming came up to him as soon as the bell rang. The playground of their small dilapidated school was just a patch of bare turf. It was rotten, the ball was on the verge of falling on the basket, and it was about to squeak for a while.Last time, there was a man who broke himself into a bone after failing to play basketball.

Even so, basketball remains a popular after-school activity for high school students.

"After class?"

"Ah, it's Friday, so there's no late self-study." Zhao Ming didn't care about his image, he sat on the podium table, and while eating melon seeds, he lowered his head to talk to Qi Zhaoran in the first row.

"Let's do it." Qi Zhaoran thought that Guan Lv would not ask him to go out recently, after all, he had no work for several months, so he just went home after playing at night.

Zhao Ming seemed to be determined, and jumped off the podium table very happily, and sat back on his seat with two big round marks on his buttocks that were smeared with chalk: "Next time you change seats, don't be in the first row. can not sleep."

Qi Zhaoran didn't sleep in class, so it depends on his mood which class he listens to, if he thinks it's not good enough, he can find the second half of the English workbook in physics class.But he also agreed that Zhao Ming didn't want to sit in the first row.

So he took out a black mask from the bucket and put it on, seeing the teacher who had just entered the classroom looking at him, Qi Zhaoran lied without changing his face: "I have asthma."

Zhao Ming watched Qi Zhaoran lie with a serious face, laughing so hard that his head was lowered under the table, and was politely invited out of the classroom by the teacher.

--

The final exam is approaching, and the non-key third-rate school really has a peaceful and stable atmosphere, and there is no consciousness of reviewing at all.

It was Chinese class, the teacher was giving a drowsy lecture on the top, and those who passed notes and snacks on the bottom were playing happily.

Zhao Ming didn't attend class either, and was sleeping with his head down when he was suddenly hit on the back of the head by a small note. Zhao Ming turned around and saw a boy in the last row. The classmate boasted about his accuracy, and picked up a rag from the podium table and threw it directly at the boy's head.

There was a burst of laughter in the back row. The boy was so angry that he stood up and was about to throw the rag back on Zhao Ming's head. Zhao Ming didn't look back, but the Chinese teacher spoke first:

"This classmate, after being quiet, you can be calm, and then you can be at peace, and then you can be at peace..."

"I'll go to your mother." The boy wanted to throw Zhao Ming, but he threw it directly into the teacher's mouth.

During this farce, Qi Zhaoran lowered his head to write his English paper and remained motionless.

--

The basketball court after school was already a little dark. A low-wattage light bulb hung on the wall, flashing every few minutes. The diamond-shaped barbed wire separated the court from the road, and the night was cut into patches of light.

"Then who is it?" Zhao Ming had noticed a long time ago that there was a row of tall trees planted outside their school, and there was a shadow standing under one of them. It was straight and far away, and seemed to be looking at them all the time through the barbed wire.

Qi Zhaoran hugged the ball and looked at it, feeling familiar, so he simply threw the ball to Zhao Ming and walked towards the boundary of the court by himself.

"How did you come?"

"You haven't answered the phone all the time. I came to see you. I happened to be driving and saw you playing ball at the school."

"What are you looking for me for?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Well...it's okay, I ate the school bread." Qi Zhaoran grasped the barbed wire and traced the diamond-shaped border of the wire.

"I miss you." Guan Lu lowered his head slightly, and only through the barbed wire, he accurately grasped Qi Zhaoran's index finger, and gently rubbed it on the fingertips.

Qi Zhaoran took advantage of the dim night and no one saw him blushing, so he simply hit a straight ball and said to him: "We're done playing, let's go to dinner, I invite you."

Qi Zhaoran took out his hands, thinking that the basketball was already dirty just now, so he simply washed his hands twice in the nearby sink, and washed his face by the way.

"Why, stop hitting?" Zhao Ming saw Qi Zhaoran coming to wash his face, and leaned over with a puzzled expression.

"Stop fighting, the rich woman is looking for me." Qi Zhaoran smiled at him under the dim light, Zhao Ming felt dizzy, waiting for Qi Zhaoran