i see your calling

Leaving her fingertips, Lian Yan closed her palms slightly, looked at him, pursed her lips, and then nodded.

Lian Yan can't speak, can't express her feelings in words, low self-esteem and sensitivity make Lian Yan seldom take the initiative to make friends, but Shen Pingge's behavior makes him have a kind of naive hope—maybe Shen Pingge is willing to make friends with her. He is a friend.

Shen Pingge was called away by the teacher again, Lian Yan sat obediently in her seat, and didn't leave even when she wanted to go to the bathroom, worried that Shen Pingge would not be able to see her when she came back.

But Shen Pingge didn't sit next to him until the end of the song practice.

As if he had forgotten his own existence, he took his schoolbag, greeted Wan Hao, and then left. Lian Yan carried her schoolbag, and for some reason, followed closely.

The weather outside was gloomy, as if it was going to rain heavily.

Shen Pingge's steps were too big, Lian Yan couldn't keep up, and soon fell a lot behind Shen Pingge.

I really want to call him, but I can't say it, and I don't want Shen Pingge to hear his hoarse and ugly voice.

So he saw Shen Pingge walking to the school gate - there were three police cars parked at the gate, and two boys who were about the same age as Shen Pingge saw him coming out and said something, Lian Yan couldn't hear clearly, the distance was too far up.

But he heard their laughter, saw Shen Pingge get into the back seat of one of the cars, and the police started to move. Lian Yan watched Shen Pingge's back go away, feeling a huge sense of loss in his heart.

Suddenly hurried footsteps came from behind, Lian Yan turned around and looked over.

"Why are you walking so fast?" the boy panted, he was a little fat, and would sweat after walking a few more steps, "The teacher asked me to tell you to go to the office."

·

Wan Hao was waiting for him in the office, Lian Yan clutched her schoolbag and walked over.

"Lian Yan is here," Wan Hao took a sip of tea and covered the cup, "Let me tell you about the school song competition, it won't take too long, just listen to it."

Lian Yan looked at him and bit her lip.

"For this competition, not only the leaders of the school, but also the leaders of the city's education bureau will come. It stands to reason that you should not participate, but the request from above is 'it is best for everyone to participate', so we can't go against it? And what? Speaking of which..." Wan Hao pondered, "You look pretty good too, let's be in class, you can count, and it looks good on the list."

Lian Yan thought about what he should do at this time—make a flattered expression, or a nervous expression, but in the end he couldn't show any expression, and he looked extraordinarily indifferent.

"Turn back to practice hand gestures and formations, and you can follow along. You can just do your homework in the classroom these few afternoons. Familiarize yourself with the lyrics, and check your lip-synthesis later. Don't be wrong. After all, you are standing in the middle, you know. ?"

Lian Yan nodded dryly.

Wan Hao was not very satisfied with his response, so he stopped smiling, waved his hand, and signaled him to leave.

Lian Yan went to the toilet, and walked out of the school slowly this time, but suddenly he saw a black car parked at the door, the window slowly rolled down, revealing Shen Yiming's face.

"Xiaoyan, let's go," Shen Yiming said with a smile, "I invite you to eat."

Lian Yan ran over in surprise.

·

There were not many people in the bar. After all, it was not that time yet. It was seven or eight o'clock, and it was still early for nightlife. Shen Pingge took the drink and walked to the reserved seat. Yang Zhi put his legs on the table, "I really fucked , do you know how much homework we have? That sissy homeroom teacher is like menopause, it’s as if she will belch tomorrow, and she will book all the homework for the rest of her life today."

"Put your legs down," Shen Pingge said, frowning.

Yang Zhi retracted his legs, and then Shen Pingge sat down and took a sip of the wine.

Du Chengzhou said: "Today, among our brothers, you are the only one wearing a school uniform that looks as if we have spoiled you."

"I can't help it," Shen Pingge laughed, "I'm going to the junior high school, and I'm not messing with you—I can't scare other children."

"Put it down, even if you dress like a non-mainstream person, you won't be able to scare the kids away with that face," Yang Zhi said, "I don't know what the head teacher thinks, but let the high school students instruct the junior high school to sing?"

The two laughed together, Shen Pingge lowered his head and took a sip, raised his eyes to look at the dense night at the door, he didn't know what he was thinking, Yang Zhi touched him: "What time do you go back tonight?"

"Later," Shen Pingge said, "My dad should work overtime tonight, and he won't have anything to eat when he goes back."

Almost everyone in the junior high school knows Shen Pingge, in the ranking list of age and grades, and in the speech at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, but few people know that Shen Pingge came from a single-parent family-and it is indeed not like him, treating his classmates politely, learning Excellent, and no character flaws.

Shen Pingge also didn't think that he came from a single-parent family, the father's status was dispensable, there was no difference.

Du Chengzhou ordered a lot of wine, Shen Pingge didn't know how to drink, and didn't drink much, most of the time he listened to their chatter, and occasionally said a few words, and he didn't know who lit a cigarette in the bar—it wasn't a cheap cigarette, Shen The consumption level of this bar in Pingge is not low, and the people who enter here have no reason to smoke cigarettes worth dozens of yuan.

After all, the smell of smoke was still bad, and it lingered all over my body.

It was almost early morning when he left, Shen Pingge said goodbye to those people, kicked the pebbles under his feet, raised his eyes, and looked at the lonely street with some blank eyes.

He thought, my home is at the end.

The night wind was a bit cold, and April was not very warm. Shen Pingge walked for a long time, and then he saw the villa, and he suddenly stopped.

The lights were on, and even the surrounding vegetation was covered with light.

Someone at home.

This thought made Shen Pingge sober up a lot. He paused, and continued to walk forward. Just as he was about to open the door with his fingerprints, the door was suddenly pulled open.

Shen Yiming looked at him seriously, "Where did you go?"

"..." Shen Pingge looked at him dumbly, and said nonsensically, "Why are you at home?"

After asking, he felt funny, this is his home, he is not here, where is he going?

"I asked where you were going!" Shen Yiming's voice was a little heavier.

Shen Pingge opened his mouth, but Shen Yiming said: "Come in first."

He remembered a sentence that Shen Yiming often told him, family ugliness should not be publicized.

After closing the door, Shen Pingge met his eyes and said directly: "The bar."

Shen Yiming's face suddenly became gloomy, and a slap came without warning, Shen Pingge staggered, his head hummed, his face turned to one side, and he didn't move for a long time.

"Do you know how old you are! Is the bar a place you can go?" Shen Yiming roared, "Do you still know that you are a student!"

Shen Pingge tasted the rust in his mouth, stretched out his hand, and touched his cheek—it was swollen, he pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"What smell do you smell on yourself? It smells like cigarettes. Are you smoking?"

Shen Pingge didn't smoke, he couldn't, but he stared into Shen Yiming's eyes and said, "Yes."

Shen Yiming raised his hand high, even though Shen Pingge didn't hide, he still closed his eyes subconsciously.

But that hand stopped in the air, Shen Pingge's eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, saw Shen Yiming's red eyes, his Adam's apple moved, Shen Yiming said tremblingly: "Do you still look like a student?"

Shen Pingge also wanted to ask him.

Do you still look like a father?

What kind of person is Shen Yiming?He is a very nice person, he runs a group, he does not forget about charity even when he earns a lot of money, and even sponsors his children to go to school and live. From this point of view, Shen Yiming is very successful.

——But what about Shen Pingge?

Shen Yiming went to support the children, ate with them, chatted with them, and paid attention to their lives, but his own son had to rely on this ridiculous rebellion to get his father to pay attention to his life.

He had thousands of questions to ask Shen Yiming, but he remained silent.

"I taught you since I was a child, so that you go to school to smoke, drink and go to bars?" Shen Yiming is tall and tall, casting a shadow over Shen Pingge, he said, "What kind of people are those cronies? Did you not count? Shen Pingge, you are sixteen, not six!"

Shen Pingge lowered his head.

"Break with them, or you'll transfer to another school," Shen Yiming didn't want to continue talking, his chest heaved violently, he took a deep breath, turned around, but heard Shen Pingge say.

——This is the second sentence he said after entering the door tonight.

"I do not."

The author says:

Brother Pingge is super rebellious, and he doesn't like to swear. He doesn't talk much, just like Brother Cool, but he is really gentle and patient.