The distance between you and me is 0.01 meters

Hua Cai couldn't make a call over there, because Fang Guangji directly pressed Hua Cai's incoming call without changing his expression.

In Fang Guangji's words, it is at this critical point that the flowers affect the speed of his sword.

As for how to beg for forgiveness after the fact, Fang Guangji will never think about it now, anyway, he dare not think about it.

But the things that should be solved must be solved first.

Nothing is accidental.Everything has its own cause and effect.

Right now Huarong feels that things are a bit complicated, and she is also turning her head quickly.

Fang Guangji has been fiddling with his mobile phone. At first glance, it looks like he is flipping through the apps on his mobile phone aimlessly, but he is actually chatting with someone about something.

"You are already a big star." Hua Rong straightened her long hair, looked at the rearview mirror from the best angle, watched Fang Guangji from the narrow square mirror, wrapped her fingers around her hair Said: "It's better to write off all the past accounts. My son likes you, and you like him too. It's good for you two to be together. It's like I have an extra son."

"Auntie, you can't gossip about this relative. What my boss hates most is when people misidentify relatives." Ren Fei interjected.

Fang Guangji said: "Earning a cheap son for nothing is a good abacus. One more son will be convenient for you when you commit crimes again. One son will be sold and the other will be put in the top bag. If you backhand you sit in the dealership, you will earn money on both sides." .”

Huarong laughed, pretending not to understand.

If there is any regret, now is the time when Huarong regrets the most.

She also didn't expect that the kid next door, who seemed so muddy that he couldn't support the wall, would now be the king of Hades who wanted to decide his own life and death.

At this time, the car drove into a long tunnel, and the light in the car was suddenly darker than before, and the voice seemed to be suddenly pressed by the mute button, and no one spoke.

In this short period of five or six minutes, Fang Guangji seemed to have returned to the beginning in a time machine.

Back to the midsummer of that year.

It was the eve of the college entrance examination.In the row of senior three classrooms on the top floor of the east end of the academy, the countdown to the college entrance examination hanging directly above the blackboard finally changed from two digits to one digits. The classroom was filled with unprecedented tension. Distributing papers crazily for a few days, regardless of whether the students can finish it or not.

The ceiling fan above Fang Guangji's head was blowing hard to the maximum setting. He suddenly woke up during the break of a certain class, and piles of test papers fell from his head like snowflakes. He collected himself and found that this was a big break. They all went to do exercises, only he has been lying on the table since the first math class, cooking his yellow rice, and dreaming of his spring and autumn dreams.

He sits in the last row, and the front desk often throws the papers on the textbooks he piled up like a mountain. Over time, those white test papers finally collapse like a snow mountain because of the gust of wind outside the window, or maybe the electric fan above his head. It came down and turned into patches of white snow, knocking Fang Guangji awake.

For Fang Guangji, the head teacher already has a Buddhist attitude, as long as he doesn't disturb other students.Therefore, Fang Guangji was the only student in the third year of high school who could swagger and skip the exercises between classes.He plucked his hair, smacked his lips, stood up to support himself, squatted down again, randomly picked up the scattered papers and stuffed them into the drawer, and then went downstairs, ready to climb over the wall and go out.

He didn't like the tense atmosphere in the classroom before the college entrance examination, which made him want to skip class like never before.

Even if Huacai is sitting in the classroom, it cannot attract him to sit peacefully in the classroom.

He urgently needs to escape from here, run far away, far away from the serious school.

The astonishing Fang Guangji chose to become a deserter before the college entrance examination.He skipped class, jumped out of the school over the wall, and wandered in the street.

Soon, the venomous sun forced Fang Guangji to go into a shady alley. When he walked in the narrow alley, he felt that he was a big shiny mouse for no reason.

This gave him an inexplicable look.

Right now, this big, aggressive rat has escaped from the concentration camp for human cubs called the school, and is walking around in his world with impunity.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from my ear.

The sound made the mouse look alert, and Fang Guangji stepped aside, carefully avoiding being seen by the two people in the alley.

"The police came to me twice, saying that there was something strange about that incident back then..."

"Why don't you take your son out to take the blame, Ah Rong, I did it for you..."

"I know, I know, look at what you said, no matter what, I still remember your kindness."

"Don't worry, your son is the top bag. I'll find someone to get him out after a while. Just say he did it. Anyway, he's a minor, so the sentence won't last long!"

For an instant.

Fang Guangji, the eavesdropping mouse, suddenly and deeply felt the darkest side of human nature.

Perhaps half of his dislike of women came from the hysterical, weak and violent mother at home, and the other half from the talented mother.

"I have to think again, Huacai is about to take the college entrance examination..."

"I can't wait, Ah Rong! Next time the police will take both of us away. Don't think you can get away with it. If we die, we will die together. Go underground and be a mandarin duck!"

This horrible swearing is shocking to hear.

Fang Guangji felt that he was a mouse that could only scurry around in dark alleys. He thought this was the most humble way of life, but he didn't expect that someone would hit his own son on the head. The rats are not as good as the stuff.

Not long after, the content of the two people's conversation changed from cold and poisonous planning to rough flirting. Fang Guangji couldn't listen anymore, so he left quietly.

When he returned to school, there was no one in the classroom, and it turned out that it was time for dinner.

Fang Guangji was exhausted, and this round trip was exhausting to him mentally. He collapsed and sat on the corner seat in the last row of his classroom, burying his head in his arms.

There are many things that make him flustered.

The newly received information made it difficult for him to react for a while.

Suddenly, someone gave him a gentle push.

Fang Guangji raised his head angrily, ready to vent his pent-up anger on this ignorant guy, but he didn't expect it to be Huacai.

Huacai looked at him worriedly, holding a fresh-keeping bag in his hand, in which the vegetables and rice were mixed together, giving him a sloppy feeling.

However, most of the students don't pay attention to it, and it is common to bring meals with fresh-keeping bags.

"You haven't eaten yet." Hua Cai put the fresh-keeping bag by Fang Guangji's elbow, and said, "Where have you been wandering around again?"

Fang Guangji looked up at Hua Cai.

Huacai looked ignorant.

There was a kind of pure peace on that fair little face.

Flowers know nothing.

Know nothing.

The author says:

What kind of text is this? It's amazing.