middle of the road

Chi Yu's favorite food in the past was a bowl of seafood noodles served by Chi Haidong.

He is a real rich second generation. Chi Haidong and Zhao Shuangying have created the material conditions for him since he was born. He has grown up so much, it can be said that he has never suffered a bit in money.

But if he is destined to be tortured both physically and mentally, he would rather be born poor and penniless.

Chi Yu was not hungry, so he rejected Chi Haidong.

In fact, he would refuse no matter whether he was hungry or not, and it seemed to have become some kind of instinct of him not to accept all deliberate intimacy from Chi Haidong.

It seemed that Chi Haidong still wanted to continue chatting with him over his words, or a bowl of noodles, but Chi Yu's obviously repulsive attitude forced him to accept the conversation.

"Where have you been these few days?" Chi Yu asked when he was about to go out. Chi Haidong hadn't come back for nearly a week.

Probably because he didn't expect him to still care about him, Chi Haidong turned back with unconcealable relief, "Going abroad, on a business trip."

Chi Yu looked at him, as if trying to discern the truth of what he said.

"The company's products are undergoing a transformation recently. I went over there to contact a few new agents. You also know that your aunt's business philosophy is different from mine. She is too emotional..."

"I'm going to sleep." Chi Yu didn't want to hear him tell him this.

"Hey." Chi Haidong realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and changed his tone in a timely manner, "Rest early, I will take you to school tomorrow. I said before that I have no time to send you, and you refuse to sit on your Uncle Li's seat." car."

"No." Chi Yu closed the door.

Fell on the bed, he lay down and sat up a little irritatedly, staring at the words in front of him in a daze, not understanding why he still had expectations now, as if he would never give up, thinking of Zhao Shuangying's death over and over again. It has nothing to do with Chi Haidong, he spared no effort to deny it, but he also expected that there was a slight possibility that it was true.

The next morning, Chi Yu slept for a few minutes, and the bus left downstairs. While waiting in the northwest wind, he decided to buy a bicycle tomorrow. It is really inconvenient to have to wait for a long time.

The morning reading is Chinese, and Cheng Yang, who was invited to drink tea just now, was caught by the Chinese teacher on the way while sleeping, so tragically, he was assigned to stand outside for the first and second classes.

When he came back, he was fined to copy all the ancient poems ten times, which played a very good role in killing chickens and monkeys for the group of people who were banging their heads on the table.

In the next two chemistry classes, Cheng Yang was copying with his head bowed. Huang Ming saw it several times, but pretended not to see it, so he reluctantly let him go, even because he was finally able to do something else in his class instead of I feel a little bit relieved to do my own thing in other classes.

Fu Jin came up with them after lunch, sat down beside him unceremoniously, and heard that he had to copy all the texts ten times, so he volunteered to help share the burden, and would try to imitate his handwriting as much as possible, so that he would never be discovered flaw.

Cheng Yang threw the notebook at him, and the person who always said no, actually bowed his head so easily on this matter.

Because Fu Jin was there, and Tang Xiaowei hadn't wandered around after eating, a few boys in the back row gathered together, chatting in twos and threes, watching them copy texts by the way, and helping them to copy a few sentences, mainly It’s this kind of mouth that is repeated ten times, and everyone knows that they are looking at quantity rather than quality.

"Fu Jin." Jiang Mingyang called him at the door after he came over, "Teacher is looking for you."

"Which teacher?" Fu Jin didn't hear the voice. He only heard that a teacher was looking for him. He turned around and asked, but no one answered. He got up and went out, and saw Jiang Mingyang waiting for him outside, "Who is looking for me?"

Jiang Mingyang didn't speak, turned around and walked forward, Fu Jin could only keep up inexplicably, something was wrong when he followed downstairs, when he saw clearly that he was heading towards the carport, he stopped, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and snorted , "It's not the physical education teacher looking for me."

Jiang Mingyang remained silent, walked around the carport, waited until the backside before stopping, looked back at Fu Jin still standing there, and signaled him to come over with his eyes.

"Why?" Although he was very reluctant, he still passed without disappointment.

Behind the carport is a small slope with lawn. Below the slope is a river. The river is very narrow. It doesn't know where it flows. It may be a canal dug randomly in the school, and no one has studied it.

People don't come here very often, or apart from the workers who mow the lawn every day, no one would even think of coming here, especially in this kind of weather, where there is no shade from the sun, a thin layer of ice forms on the water surface, and the tip of the grass is covered with a thin layer of ice. There is still frost.

When the wind blows, it will be even colder.

Fu Jin wasn't sure what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. He carried someone behind his back at noon, and even lied shamelessly to lure him to this kind of place. After standing there for almost 2 minutes, Jiang Mingyang still didn't speak. Annoyed by his silent look, as if everyone owed him 500 million, the little fear that was sporadic and restrained suddenly disappeared, "Are you okay?"

"What's your relationship with the one who transferred from class three?" Jiang Mingyang asked.

After realizing the meaning of his words, Fu Jin suddenly raised his voice, "It's none of your business."

Just as he was turning his head to leave, a laugh came from behind him, "Are you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid of you, bastard, what am I afraid of you!" Fu Jin was furious. Did this kid take himself too seriously?

"In this case, let's sit down and chat for a while." Jiang Mingyang said, sat down on a stone bench, looked at him, "We haven't talked for a long time."

Fu Jin still didn't understand why there were four stone stools in this place, but he wasn't going to listen to him, he and Jiang Mingyang had nothing to talk about long ago.

He just wanted to let him go like this. It seemed that he didn't succeed at that moment, and the arrogance that had risen soared out a little bit.

Jiang Mingyang was doubting the relationship between him and Chi Yu, and it was very clear that it was that kind of relationship. Since the change of seats, this was the first time that a topic that he avoided had appeared in the intersection of the two of them.

Jiang Mingyang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one out and lit it, seeing Fu Jin froze, "Do you want it?"

"You smoke?" Fu Jin was a little surprised. In his impression, Jiang Mingyang could be regarded as a good student. Although he couldn't say how obedient he was, at least he was the type that the teacher liked.

"When you're in a bad mood." He put the cigarette and lighter on the table, "Do you want to stand there all the time?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about." Fu Jin confessed very frankly.

Jiang Mingyang smiled, not embarrassing him, "Then you stand and finish smoking this cigarette with me."

"You tricked me out just to smoke a cigarette with you?"

"If I don't say that the teacher is looking for you, will you come out with me?"

"..." Fu Jin simply wondered if his mind had been smothered by the smoke. Why should he be accompanied by someone when he smokes a cigarette? Shouldn't he find a corner to hide and smoke? Besides, for a person like him, he secretly took a photo and sent it to Teacher or something, it is too reasonable, wait for the review every minute.

Fu Jin held the phone, thought about it and then put it down, he is not that mean, as long as he doesn't continue the previous topic, it's okay to really wait for a cigarette, but it's just a bit cold.

Fu Jin cursed Jiang Mingyang while pretending to look at the scenery even though it was too cold inside and out. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that he finally stood up. He turned around and left as if he had been pardoned.

Just when he thought Chi Yu's matter was just a random question from him, and his real purpose was to smoke a cigarette as he saw it, he suddenly heard Jiang Mingyang say behind him, "Why did you get so close to Cheng Yang?"

Chi Yu found that Fu Jin was in a low mood that night, looking sullen, and asked him what's wrong but didn't say anything, thinking it was some new moth on Cheng Yang's side.

However, at lunch in the next two days, seeing that he was still chasing Cheng Yang together, and hooked up with Tang Xiaowei for some reason, so he bought one and got two free, and he became familiar with the boys behind him.

On the way to the cafeteria, a group of people hooked up shoulder to shoulder, ignoring this and that, and even the days when Chi Yu wanted to have a quiet meal are gone forever, and Cheng Yang will probably be more depressed than him.

Tang Xiaowei and the others thought that Fu Jin and Cheng Yang had a good relationship because of Chi Yu, who put the cart before the horse and thought that the two of them were close and must have become buddies long ago, but they didn't know that the two of them hadn't spoken to each other from the beginning to the end of the dinner table.

Chi Yu thought about talking to him casually, even if it wasn't because of Fu Jin, the two of them were sitting so close, and the relationship was too tense, it really wasn't good, but Cheng Yang didn't even look at him while eating. After meeting their eyes a few times, they turned away very coldly.

Chi Yu was a little depressed, when Fu Jin rushed over excitedly and told him how cute Cheng Ying's two braids were and how beautiful her pink hair was, he began to feel irritated even looking at Cheng Yang more .

The high school mock exam on Friday night occupied the classrooms of the first and second grades of senior high school. Except for the dormitory students who can use the rest of the classroom for evening self-study, all day students will go home to review.

Fu Jin waited for Cheng Yang by the carport downstairs, Chi Yu took the car, stepped beside him and rang the bell.

"Huh?" Fu Jin looked up from the phone.

"I'm going to have dinner with my aunt, and I'll drop by with you." Chi Yu said.

Fu Jin laughed, "Let's go that one."

When Cheng Yang came down and saw the two of them standing together, he didn't say anything, and went straight to push the cart. Chi Yu took a closer look and found that his car was really broken, even worse than he thought. It must be luck that the shelf is not crooked, but the wheels are big, and the speed of pedaling is quite fast, and it jumped out of them with a "swoosh".

Cheng Yang didn't talk much, the few times when Fu Jin and him left, he always thought of the topic, he could say a few words when talking about teachers and classmates, and it was quite comfortable to hear Cheng Yang replying to him from time to time, and he didn't feel embarrassed , knowing that he really listened.

Today is different.

One more person.

Chi Yu had to answer everything he said, as if he was afraid that he would be cold-hearted, and he answered, but didn't continue to answer, and left him alone, which seemed perfunctory. Fu Jin especially wanted to say that you should shut up. Cheng Yang agreed, we were getting along pretty well.

Moreover, he found that these two people, whether it was because of their fate or not, always felt that whether it was the way they looked at each other or the occasional conversation, there was a bit of subtle hostility.

Fu Jin didn't know where the hostility came from, he could only say that he was not in the same class, and he couldn't keep an eye on what really happened.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Second Fu Xiaomeng, Cheng Ying and Cheng Le were already waiting. Fu Jin felt relieved, and waved to Cheng Ying, "Come on, Xiao Yingzi, and sit behind you."

It was cold in the front, and he couldn't sit in the back, Fu Jin was willing to help him share one, Cheng Yang usually acquiesced, Cheng Ying climbed up and sat astride, grabbed the hem of Fu Jin's clothes, and called "Brother Fu Jin".

Fu Jin was very useful and in a good mood. He immediately took out two bags of candy from the bag next to his schoolbag, and handed one to Cheng Le, "Let's go."

Chi Yu looked away from Cheng Ying's face, there was no exaggeration, the little girl was really pretty, she was very similar to Cheng Yang, she didn't look like Fu Jin said, the facial features were actually a bit different, but It also feels remarkably similar.

If Chi Shan was really alive, she might only be this old, seven or eight years old, an age who wanted to buy her a flower and braid her hair.