He guessed they were going to separate

It was nearly nine o'clock when Ke Tingyun came out of school. He didn't choose the road he used to take, but took a big turn and went to the carport behind the second floor.

His bicycle had already been kicked to pieces by Ke's father a month ago, and he died honorably after four years of conscientious service.So he had no choice but to wander around, pretending to wander in front of several cars in order not to attract attention, looking for a car that he didn't know where it was.

Fortunately, he didn't wait long, in about 10 minutes, he saw the person he was waiting for.It was a boy who was not too tall, with black hair softly covering his forehead, clear and sunny eyes, the sleeves of the school uniform were rolled up high, revealing a section of strong arms.Behind him was another person, much taller than him, with a slightly darker complexion, and he was fiddling with the key ring in his hand while walking.

Ke Tingyun's heart was pounding suddenly, he was like a thief who had vowed to wash his hands in the golden basin, but he peeked at countless gold and silver treasures, he was immediately mixed with guilt and joy, ready to move.Those unbearable, secret and unspoken feelings filled his heart, which strangely formed a kind of masochistic pleasure.

He immediately walked a little further away, because he was afraid that Xie Xin would turn sideways to him when he saw him, hiding himself under the shadow of the plane tree.He heard Xie Xinyi asking the tall boy next to him—it seemed to be called Qin Yu—asking him if he wanted to go to his home to try out the newly arrived game console.

"No." Ke Tingyun heard Qin Yu answer.His voice was lazy, with a feeling of indifference, which was in contrast to Xie Xinyi's lively and clear young voice, and seemed a little tired: "I have to help my uncle look after the store today."

The two chatted and walked away, vaguely heard that they were talking about Uncle Qin Yu's business after returning to China, and left without a few words.Ke Tingyun looked at the backs of Xie Xinyi and the others riding away on a bicycle, and watched the other party's white shirt being blown in an arc by the wind. He felt a little more cheerful after being depressed for a week because of various things.

He considers himself a literary youth, and feels that his love for Xie Xinyi is somewhere between appreciation and admiration, not obscene, so he has no psychological burden on this kind of voyeurism, and even feels a little romantic.If he was more knowledgeable, he might be able to impromptuly recite a poem for the other party—his deskmate Chen Xianfeng always chased girls like this.But Ke Tingyun's talent is obviously not enough. Although his Chinese performance is not bad, it is mostly because his handwriting is very beautiful, and he can always get points for the composition.

With such a delay, it was almost 10 o'clock when I got home.As expected, Father Ke didn't sleep. After retiring from the supply and marketing cooperative a few years ago, he went into business and got into a bunch of bad habits such as drinking, smoking, smoking and going to bed late.Now the business is getting worse and worse. He spends more than half of a month at home, and his sleep time is not fixed. At this point, he is still watching the rebroadcast of global news.The disaster situation in the south was explained hotly on the TV, but Ke's father began to be absent-minded, and his eyes wandered to Ke Tingyun who had just entered the door.Ke Tingyun walked for half an hour, sweating profusely, and the front of his thin school uniform was also soaked, forming the shape of a puddle, which was tightly attached to the flesh.

Father Ke frowned, and shouted, "Look at you! Standing up, sitting down!"

In vain, Ke Tingyun straightened his unbent back.He lowered his head, trying to avoid eye contact with his father.In Ke's father's view, this is tantamount to a silent protest.He stood up, because he had been a security guard in his early years and because of his birth, he was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with strong muscles, extremely tall and strong, and suddenly filled the living room to the brim.A remote control was thrown out of his hand and hit Ke Tingyun's forehead accurately.

Pain.

Ke Tingyun didn't dare to move and didn't want to move. The wound on his back from being kicked the day before yesterday was still aching, and he didn't want to test his father's little patience at this moment.Fortunately, Mother Ke came out at this time. She seemed to have gotten used to the suffocating pressure, and she pushed Ke Tingyun indifferently: "Oh, how old are you, can you be more sensible, don't keep messing with your father?" Angry", while pushing him to the small room next to the kitchen - a shed was built there, new water pipes were introduced, and it was transformed into a bathroom exclusively for men: "Go, go take a shower, and eat after washing!"

Ke Tingyun walked in, and the thick fog that hit his face made him subconsciously hold his breath and turn his head to avoid it. When he avoided it, he inevitably caught sight of the small mirror hanging on the right side of the wall.It was hung by his sister Ke Shulang. The mirror was split in two somehow, and a grinning monster was reflected in it.Ke Tingyun frowned, and then made a crying expression.

He didn't sleep well that night, and in his dream, his class teacher praised him for his good composition and asked him to read it aloud in front of the whole class; Behind him, he glanced coldly at himself in the shadows; finally, it was Father Ke.Ke Tingyun saw himself cooking in the dream, while Ke's father was standing in the living room, staring at him inexplicably.

This last blow woke him up completely.He tossed and turned all night, and didn't even sleep well with Ke Shulang who was separated by a curtain. He felt that his dream was weird and disgusting, and he apologized for disturbing Ke Shulang, so he simply got up early to cook. A few eggs were left for her, and she took a box of expired milk and rushed to school.

He came too early, and the morning self-study hadn't started yet, so he cleaned up himself and the table at the same table after drinking "breakfast".His tablemate is called Chen Xianfeng, he is a little man who always puts his mind on love and love, and devotes himself to composing a period of unrequited love in his life before the end of his high school life. Wandering in the middle and lower reaches of the class and formed a profound revolutionary friendship with him.When the morning self-study was about to start, Chen Xianfeng stepped in, perfectly ignoring the dissatisfied and harsh eyes of the eagle (their history teacher and homeroom teacher), then sat down, and secretly gave him a piece of paper from the belly of the table. bread.

Ke Tingyun blushed a little because of the unacceptable kindness of this familiarity and intimacy. He felt that he had nothing to repay his tablemate for his occasional relief, so he could only stand the book higher and his back straighter so that he could see it from the side. It perfectly blocks the head teacher's sight and provides convenience for eating at the same table.

But it was obviously futile, Chen Xianfeng was unexpectedly hungry today, and asked him while taking advantage of the noisy morning reading: "How is it, what I told you yesterday, will you go?"

It's a long story. Chen Xianfeng fell in love. According to him, it was love at first sight with a girl named Zhurui in class 12.This guy is impulsive. After inquiring about the girl's name and class, he started a violent offensive. He wandered around the door of the girl's class after school. Yes, but the news quickly spread to the ears of classmates and teachers.Chen Xianfeng was able to stretch and shrink, and immediately retreated in a tight wind.After the big exam this spring, the rumors subsided, and he entangled himself like a snake again, lingeringly staring at the graceful back of Class 12 who was going in and out.Due to the flexibility of the combat, the teacher couldn't get any evidence, so he had to beat it head-on and side-to-side, but this was really exaggerated to Chen Xianfeng, and he couldn't even leave a P.

Zhurui didn't know what to think last week, and she took the initiative to ask Chen Xianfeng to have a talk after school this Friday. Chen Xianfeng was used to it, but he calmed down when he got the good news. After thinking about it, this is not right.He went to inquire, and sure enough, he said that Zhurui had invited her brother who was in college to teach him a lesson.Seeing his frowning face constantly, Ke Tingyun gave him an analysis: "If you want me to say, you should give up. People don't like you after you have been chasing you for so long, and the twisted melon is not sweet." Chen Xianfeng hesitated: "It's just It's possible, if her brother doesn't come, if the Zhurui person is testing me, why don't I let her down more." Just like that, Chen Xianfeng was in the arms of the beauty and was beaten up. After hesitating, he finally decided to pull Ke Tingyun together: "You are tall and skilled, and even if there is a fight, you can still help your brother."

This is true. He became a doctor after a long illness, but Ke Tingyun has been fighting for a long time to strengthen his body.When Ke's father was unemployed and at home, he watched Ke Tingyun feel uncomfortable everywhere, whipping and kicking with his belt.Ke Tingyun's body was only half his width, and he was as thin as a chopstick due to malnutrition, so he could lift it up by his neck and swing it far away.He has been beaten a lot, and he also knows how to exercise. Although he looks thinner and paler than his peers because of anemia, he is much stronger than Chen Xianfeng, a weak chicken who lacks exercise.

Ke Tingyun was a cannibal and short-mouthed, so he had no choice but to agree.He feels that chasing girls is one's own business, and it's inappropriate for him to be an outsider, but he also feels that he and Chen Xianfeng are not familiar enough to point out other people's private lives, so he only thinks in his heart if Zhurui's brother When he really came, he dragged Chen Xianfeng to run first, anyway, Chen Xianfeng was used to being cowardly, so there was no need to cause trouble.He made a good calculation, but he didn't expect an accident to happen on Thursday.

That is, on the night when he made an appointment with Chen Xianfeng, he returned home and opened the door, and saw Ke Shulang kneeling at the door wearing only suspenders and shorts—this is the usual method of punishment in their family. The mistake is to kneel at the gate, trying to let every acquaintance and stranger who visits see this scene, and it will destroy their self-esteem from the root.

Ke Shulang had obviously cried once, his face turned blood red, now seeing his brother he didn't dare to cry again, so he glanced at him sobbing.Father Ke stood in the living room like a hill, his face was purple with abnormal alcohol intake, seeing his son's figure at this moment, he became more and more excited for no reason, and threw a stack of books on his face: "I worked so hard to earn money to send the two of you to study, and you fucking read to me like this! You don't know how to study all day long, and you can't study well when you fuck with some dubious people!" Ke Tingyun from A white envelope was found among the scattered books and test papers, and the cover was neatly written: Received by Shu Lang.As for the letter, it had already been roughly torn out in half, and it was a mess.Ke Shulang didn't dare to argue that he didn't know who the letter was written to, let alone why the letter was in his schoolbag, so he could only secretly look up to his brother for help.When he raised his eyes, he met Ke's father's gaze. Those eyes were gradually clouded by alcohol, and the eyeballs were not very obvious, and he couldn't see the handsomeness and elegance of his youth at all.

Ke Shulang immediately screamed in fright, and ran to his room in a stumbling manner.But after she knelt for a long time, she staggered when she got up.Relying on his height of nearly 1.9 meters, Father Ke reached her over Ke Tingyun as soon as he stretched out his arms, and wanted to pull her over fiercely.

Ke Tingyun immediately used his back to resist his father, and then rescued his sister from this fatal hold.

"Go, go!" He pushed his sister, ignoring Ke's father's angry roar behind him, and hurriedly handed her his coat: "Go to your classmate's house, go!"

Father Ke was furious and kicked Ke Tingyun on the back. The force immediately knocked him out and knocked him against the glass fish tank in the corner.With a splash, fish-smelling water splashed on his face, and immediately afterwards, his face was scarlet.Ke Tingyun calmly looked at the goldfish struggling desperately on the ground because of the broken fish tank, and thought cruelly: How pitiful.He turned around with his head covered in blood. The bloody appearance finally calmed down the boiling alcohol in Father Ke's body. He let out a breath of foul breath, because of the big movement, he felt a little bit guilty, and then He sat down again resentfully: "One or two, both of them are fucking worry-free!"

The movement finally alarmed Ke Mu, who was busy in the kitchen by herself. She ran out, pushed the frightened Ke Shulang back to the house as usual, and then patted Ke Tingyun behind the back with a self-righteous act of intimacy. After a while: "Why are you so careless! Are you going to see a doctor?" Perhaps it was because of her whistleblowing that triggered a series of things, Ke Mu seemed particularly concerned today.Father Ke was very dissatisfied with her attitude: "Look at that! It would be nice to have this spare money for them to study!" The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he wanted to vent his complaints again, but after a long time of inferior cigarettes and alcohol His devastated body couldn't bear the second outbreak, he felt a little tired, and finally took regretful steps to eat.

Ke Tingyun asked his mother to help put the goldfish down, and went to the bathroom with his hands on his forehead.He cleaned it and found that it was only a bloody wound, and the injury was not serious.But Ke Tingyun rubbed the wound fiercely with a towel, with a feeling of unwillingness, as if wishing that the wound would be bigger, scratching all the way to the cheekbone, to the jaw, to the entire face, and to cut his entire body. The body is good.

"Too poor," he thought, "too poor."