But he was so resistant to Fu Xiang that his hair stood up when he heard his name. This was not only because of Fu Xiang's bullying of him, but also because he was blocked in an empty classroom by Fu Xiang before the high school entrance examination.

The high fever he had during the high school entrance examination was not because of a cold, but because of fear. At that time, he lost his lock and ran away in a hurry. The sticky blood was on his hands. He didn't know whether Fu Xiang was dead or alive.

He was very scared. When he closed his eyes, he saw Fu Xiang's head being smashed. Blood followed his eyes and drew a line on the young man's pale face. He was staring at him with a smile that was gorgeous, eerie, weird and terrifying.

He was afraid that Fu Xiang would die, and he was also afraid that the police would come to his door. Death and accountability were too much for a fourteen-year-old boy. He tossed and turned all night, curled up with cold hands and feet.

He thought, if Fu Xiang dies, he will die, but if Fu Xiang dies and folds him in, what will his parents do?

At that time, he was completely in a fit of passion and was cornered. He didn't even have time to think before he picked up the lock in his hand and smashed it. It was the outer door lock of the classroom - a big, heavy, old metal lock. He opened the door and went in. Fu Xiang didn't even dodge when it was thrown at him.

He had fantasized about a thousand ways to kill Fu Xiang, but he never thought that he would use such reckless, extreme, and flawed violence in this situation.

He was afraid that the police would come to his home and handcuff him as soon as he opened his eyes. The excessive fear and pressure made his heart burn and his internal organs tighten into a ball. I woke up the next day with a high fever, which lasted until the last day of the high school entrance examination. Fu Xiang did not come to take the high school entrance examination, and he was not handcuffed.

Only then did he calm down. He thought that Fu Xiang was definitely not dead. After all, he was hit on the forehead, not the temple and the back of the head. How could he die so easily?

But after that day, he never saw Fu Xiang again. This person completely disappeared from his life. It was only during the summer vacation of the first year of high school that someone mentioned this matter again in the junior high school class, saying that something happened at Fu Xiang's family.

At that time, Zhu Yu was still working part-time at a milk tea shop. While he was thinking about staying away from Liangge, when he had some free time, he couldn't help but see if he was talking in a small group, even if it was just a perfunctory one, so he saw the students in the junior high school class group. discuss.

At this time, he dared to smile coolly, why not die?

He had forgotten about this person, but people kept trying to remind him of him. Why did everyone think he should know where Fu Xiang had gone?

Because he recalled Fu Xiang, he didn't sleep well for another night. When he was woken up by his biological clock, he was feeling sleepy. Lin Aizhen had already gone out.

He took advantage of the holiday to review the test papers. To be honest, he thought he did very well in the exam, only 4 points lower than Yao Jun, and 12 points lower in the final exam. At half past nine, the phone rang. He glanced at it and asked, "Uncle Ye?"

Ye Lianzhao has a project in City A. He has traveled frequently between City S and City A in the past six months. Zhu Yu and he have met several times during the summer vacation.

Liang Ge's birthday was in August during the summer vacation. Zhu Yu always remembered the restaurant he went to with Ye Lianzhao. He had just received his second scholarship at the end of the semester and wanted to invite Liang Ge to have dinner there on his birthday, just in time to have the same meal as before. But he couldn't find the contact information of the store online, and went to the store to ask. They said they were a membership system and did not accept outside customers.

As a result, when he came back, he received a call from Ye Lianzhao, asking him if he wanted to go there to eat. Zhu Yu was embarrassed and at a loss. He didn't know how he knew. He held the phone and hesitated. On the phone, Ye Lianzhao just asked him to go and eat. He He looked down at the toes of his shoes and said thank you.

It seemed more appropriate to deny and then refuse, but he really wanted to invite Liang Ge to dinner there on his birthday.

The Brazilian tortoise he picked up successfully hatched its eggs in August under his care. Although only three eggs were hatched, two were green and one had a white body and red eyes. They were all small and very naive. He specifically asked about the white turtle in the turtle breeding forum, and he was pleasantly surprised. He was told that it was a natural albino turtle. The market is now very hot, and there are thousands of turtles available. Many people asked him privately about the price.

So expensive? He also saw that the white turtle is one of the four saints and was regarded as a god in ancient times. It can ward off evil spirits, live long and receive blessings, and has a very good meaning.

He immediately wanted to give it to Liang Ge.

After receiving more care, he inevitably couldn't refuse Ye Lianzhao's invitation, so they met several more times, of course, hiding it from his mother.

For most people, getting to know Ye Lianzhao should be a blessing. He is rich, handsome, and has a successful career. Every time we meet, he brings gifts to Zhu Yu, including popular electronic products, a full set of basketball equipment, kneepads, and protective gear. Wristbands, jerseys, sneakers, signed basketballs, and PS5s. It would be a lie to say that boys don’t like these things. Zhu Yu never accepts them.

He didn't know how his father had such a wealthy and well-off friend. This person had never appeared when the family was in poverty and difficulty, but now he said to him, "If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

Zhu Yu couldn't see clearly his intention.

There was a big gap between them in age and experience, and they had nothing to say. Ye Lianzhao was so gloomy and serious, and had a strong sense of presence. He wanted to escape before Zhu Yu even left. But once he accidentally mentioned "Narayama Setkao", and the next time they met, Ye Lianzhao actually said, "I watched that movie, "Narayama Setkao", right?"

Zhu Yu looked at him with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. Ye Lianzhao sat down and said in a mocking tone, "I still don't recognize the character Na."

Zhu Yu suddenly wanted to laugh. Such straightforward "illiteracy" reminded him of Liang Ge.

After that, Zhu Yu no longer resisted him so much. Even though he still didn't say anything, Ye Lianzhao let him read and do his homework in order not to delay his studies. He was not comfortable at first, always misunderstanding that Ye Lianzhao was looking at him, but when he raised his head, Ye Lianzhao was just sitting with his legs crossed, reading documents. After gradually getting used to it, he felt quiet and comfortable.

In this atmosphere, Ye Lianzhao was not that scary. Zhu Yu thought of asking him, "Uncle, do you have children?"

Ye Lianzhao looked up from the document and said, "Studying abroad."

Zhu Yu nodded, it turned out that he had a child.

During the National Day holiday in his senior year of high school, Ye Lianzhao asked him on the phone if he would be free tomorrow, and wished Yu well.

Recently, Ye Lian summoned him and would bring him some exquisite snacks or local snacks. He also gave him a signed copy of Ye Ma's new book and wrote a message. It was inexpensive but thoughtful, so it was hard to show it too much, but Zhu Yu liked it very much.

He suddenly remembered the package of things Lin Aizhen dragged into the living room yesterday, and hurried out, but it was still there. He dug out the photo album again and searched for a long time before finally finding the photos in the mezzanine. It was a group photo of Zhang Zhichengli when he was in college. The resolution of the old photo was low. Zhu Chengli was still young and high-spirited. The man next to him was also very young and dressed luxuriously. He was really Ye Lianzhao.

It seemed like the relationship was really good. He felt a little relieved. When he put the photo album back, he saw the old manuscript underneath.

Zhu Chengli's writing habit is to write the manuscript first and then type it on the computer, so the manuscript is quite thick. Zhu Yu opened it and found that it was quite old and the paper was dry and yellow. In addition to the manuscript, there were many essays about his father's life.

Zhu Yu took a rough look at some of them, and gradually settled down to read. Many of them were about how naughty and cute he was when he was a child. He felt hot and wanted to laugh, so he changed to a posture that saves effort and leaned against the low cabinet to continue reading. He suddenly stopped.

He read those pages over and over again, raising his face with unfocused eyes, holding his breath for too long as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

He was still in the ivory tower of the school. Most of what he saw was that justice triumphed over evil, and hard work would be rewarded. He thought that his father was unlucky and that his poor health was dragging him down in life.

Zhu Chengli is called Zhu Chengli, which does not have any elegant or refined connotation. It is because his family in the mountain village hopes that he can live in the city when he grows up. Zhu Chengli's eldest brother graduated from elementary school and worked as a cement mixer and carried bags. Several generations of people worked hard to support him and he was able to get ahead. A class of people was extinguished indifferently because of such a ridiculous reason.

He was high-spirited and proud, but was suppressed by power and fell into the dust. Later, he became thin and turned into a skeleton because of being ill.

Zhu Yu felt chills all over his body. He recalled his mother's attitude towards Ye Lianzhao. She must have known about it, so she firmly protected him behind her.

He held the manuscript in his hand and suddenly wanted to slap himself hard. How dare he?

The self-loathing was so extreme that when I thought of him saying thank you to Ye Lianzhao, calling him uncle, and truly feeling that he was treating him well, I felt like nauseating. He tore the leaf cover into pieces, knowing that it would be useless, but he still nervously picked his throat to spit out the snacks. He began to punish himself again, he betrayed his father.

On the last day of the holiday, he didn't go out, and he didn't answer Ye Lianzhao's call again. His phone kept vibrating, and he sat expressionlessly at his desk doing questions.

He slept poorly during the entire National Day holiday, his thoughts were confused, and he was always depressed after the holiday. Someone came to talk to him, and he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. Liang Ge's face appeared in front of him with a sideways look. In the center of his vision, "Aren't you happy?"

Zhu Yu looked at him absentmindedly for a long time, then smiled and shook his head. He quickened his pace and heard Liang Ge say from behind, "Why don't you tell me."

He found it bizarre that his father's future was ruined by Ye Lianzhao, and yet he was secretly in love with Liang Ge.

But how can Liangge be the same? Of course Liang Ge is different.

He turned around and looked at Liang Ge, "Hurry up."

The grade group has made new adjustments. The Friday afternoon leisure class for senior high school students has been changed to the seventh period class on Sunday.

The first class on Sunday afternoon was a summary of the last exam. There was a big growth sheet posted on the back wall of the classroom. Lu Ming, a senior in high school, had ten models, and he had to fill in the results every time, as well as his dream career and target college. School, and ideal scores are issued by grade groups.

Fang Yao'an had no choice but to stand on the podium and reiterate the issue of "dreams". He said, I know you may not have goals or dreams yet, but it doesn't matter. I am about the same age as you. I have never thought of becoming a teacher. Teaching chemistry, the future is uncontrollable. But I hope that everyone, even if you don’t have a goal yet, will do your best to take the college entrance examination first. When you have something you want to do in the future, you will not regret not working hard now, and there will still be room for struggle and possibility of realization.

So although the form was issued, Fang Yaoan did not require them to fill it out.

After the sixth period, the senior year of high school was over. Zhu Yu played basketball with them for an hour. The exercise warmed up the body for a long time, making him energetic and relaxed.

He and Liang Ge walked out of school while pushing the cart and chewing popsicles, and talked about the future and dreams.

For Liang Ge, OI is a shortcut to further education, and Sanda is for self-defense, while Pipa is purely forced to do so.

"What about basketball?"

Liang Gexiang had never thought about basketball, and thought for a long time, "It's a game."

It's a game, it's an interest, and interest can only be used as a pastime.

Interest is a pastime that makes people happy. Once it becomes survival capital, it will lose all its glory and become a stepping stone, just like the rope saddle that ties the donkey to the millstone.

Zhu Yushen agreed.

He sighed, "Then you don't have dreams either."

Liang Ge's eyes were empty and he didn't know where he was looking. He remembered that his brother seemed to have asked him this question at this time last year, "What is the dream?"

Zhu Yu thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's something you want to do for the rest of your life."

"Oh." They watched the sunset setting at the end of the city, and the red-hot clouds piled up in the sky. Liang Ge bit his popsicle and suddenly said in a hollow tone, "Then you can be my dream."

Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, and his face was about to get hot.

There was a Maybach parked on the side of the road. Zhu Yu glanced twice, but the car honked at them and the back seat window rolled down, revealing Ye Lianzhao's face.

Zhu Yu's mind was buzzing for a while. He didn't know why Ye Lianzhao appeared here. He was not ready to face him again. He looked at Ye Lianzhao and deeply felt a kind of hatred mixed with helplessness. sorrow.

He is born with the evil intention of retaliating with tit for tat, but he is too small, so small that with his current experience and ability, he can hardly think of any way or any possibility in the future to defeat such a person with a profound social background.

He stared at Ye Lianzhao, excessive intimidation and fear made his limbs stiff, but Ye Lianzhao's eyes bypassed him and stopped at Liang Ge, "Liang Ge?"

Liang Ge was also slightly surprised, "Uncle Ye."

Zhu Yu was stunned while pushing his mountain bike, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Ye Lianzhao got out of the car, smiling lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, familiar and natural, "Why did I meet you here? Your school?"

"Um."

Ye Lianzhao, a person with a strong natural sense of superiority, even if he deliberately distanced himself from Zhu Yu before, always seemed condescending and condescending to him when he showed kindness to him. He would never be so kind to people outside his circle.

He seems to be a kind elder, "So tall, taller than me."

Ye Lianzhao patted Liang Ge's shoulder and chatted with him about Liang Ge's father.

Zhu Yu looked at Ye Lianzhao's hand on Liang Ge's shoulder and felt nauseated. His consciousness was withdrawn. He didn't know what they said, nor when Ye Lianzhao left, let alone before Ye Lianzhao left. Did you look at him?

He kept his eyes open and remained motionless. Liang Ge rode a road bike around him and asked, "Are you leaving or not?"

Zhu Yu still stood there as if lost, but the moment Liang Ge touched his arm, he turned his shoulders to avoid it.

Liang Ge's hand froze there, and he was absent-minded for a moment. He looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yu didn't say anything, and Liang Ge went to hold his wrist again. Zhu Yu overreacted and immediately struggled. Liang Ge frowned, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yu couldn't get away, so she raised her head to look at him, with a pair of red but sharp eyes, trying her best to suppress her emotions, "Don't touch me yet."

But Liang Ge clamped down on him, almost breaking his wrist, and his voice deepened, "I asked you what's wrong?"