After school, Lu Qi'an returned to the apartment where he lives alone.
The inside is very tidy, because the cleaning aunt will come to clean it every afternoon, and prepare the dinner and put it in the kitchen.
This aunt has been doing this job since Lu Qi'an started living alone in the apartment, because she is good at timing, and will always leave before Lu Qi'an comes back, and the two will never meet.
Neither Lu's father nor Lu Wanqing knew about this matter. They always thought that this aunt would stay in the apartment at any time to take care of Lu Qi'an, and even eat with him.
But when the two elders thought about it carefully, they found that Lu Qi'an hadn't lived with anyone for many years.
From his understanding that what his aunt said: "I will take care of you for my sister-in-law" can't really replace the beginning.
After eating, Lu Qi'an sat in the study and read until the doorbell rang.
He opened the door. Outside the door, Fu Jia was carrying an old black schoolbag, and his school uniform was washed white.
Lu Qi'an could tell that Fu Jia would try his best to look calm every time, such as straightening his back, such as looking directly at the person in front of him. But his hands were hanging by his sides, and his fingers were always curled unnaturally.
He is nervous.
Lu Qi'an said, "Change your shoes before you come in."
Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were sweaty, and he squatted down to untie his shoelaces after rubbing his clothes on his clothes.
"Why do you remind me to change my shoes? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would put on shoes and enter someone's house?" Fu Jia asked.
Lu Qi'an replied: "I didn't say that."
Fu Jia shrugged: "Didn't you?"
"You keep misinterpreting my meaning." Lu Qi'an said, "Changing your shoes is the only thing I ask of you to come here, I think I repeat it It 's not too much."
Fu Jia was stuffing his feet into the slippers, and when he heard this, he almost put them on backwards again.
He struggled for a while and asked, "What is the only condition?"
"You don't need to change your background or your parents." Seeing that he had changed his shoes, Lu Qi'an went to the study first.
Fu Jia was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed.
Today's topic, Lu Qi'an, is ready. After the two sat down in the study, he handed the notebook to Fu Jia: "Do these twenty first today."
Fu Jia took it over and read it, his brain hurting. "Why are there so many?"
"Difficulties vary." Lu Qi'an said, "The first ten questions are relatively simple, and it is not difficult if you follow the textbook."
Fu Jia nodded with difficulty: "Okay…"
He buried his head in reading the questions, Lu Qi'an But seeing the white gauze on his face, he asked, "Have you been to the hospital?"
Fu Jia nodded without thinking, "Been."
"Which hospital?"
"The first hospital in the city." Fu Jia said casually Nonsense.
Lu Qi'an continued to ask: "When should I change the dressing?"
"This is a minor injury, so there is no need to keep changing the dressing."
"For minor injuries, there is no need to keep gauze on."
Fu Jia: "…"
Lu Qi'an is him One of the most difficult people to fool with, he even forgot.
He flipped through a page of the textbook, pretending he didn't hear it.
Fortunately, Lu Qi'an did not continue to ask.
He took a book from the shelf and opened it in his hand. He loves the books very much when he reads, holding the books in both hands, and turning the pages very gently.
When he came back to his senses, Fu Jia had already turned two pages staring at him.
As if waking up from a dream, he lowered his head and read the questions word by word, repeated several times before finally sinking into it.
One person does the questions, one person reads, and the time passes neither fast nor slow. The light of dusk dimmed little by little, and the room was lit with warm light, giving it a sense of tranquility.
All this was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. The voice came from outside the door, it was the landline in the living room.
Lu Qi'an frowned, put down the book, and hurried out of the study.
He is in a hurry. What's the matter?
Fu Jia stopped writing, and just lost his mind, letting the nib of the pen stay on the paper, leaving an ink dot.
A minute later, Lu Qi'an came back. As soon as he came in, he said: "Come here first."
Fu Jia guessed something, but still asked: "What do you mean?"
"Something happened in the villa, I have to go there now." Lu Qi'an inserted the books on the table back into the bookshelf , "The car that picks me up will be downstairs right away, you can stay here, but I won't be back in a short time."
Fu Jia wanted to respond, but her throat was so dry that she only made one mouthful. He watched the ink dots on the paper expand, feeling a little dazed.
"I'll go back now." He said, "What about tomorrow, don't you have class on Sunday?"
Lu Qi'an said, "I will stay in the villa tomorrow."
Fu Jia's chest felt sore.
Soon, he nodded clearly: "I understand, you can talk when you have time, anyway, learning can't be done overnight."
Lu Qi'an didn't speak.
Fu Jia picked up her bag, walked out of the study, and squatted at the door to change her shoes.
The phone rang again, Lu Qi'an picked it up, the other party didn't know what to say, he replied in a low voice: "I'll be right there, Fengfeng."
Then he said: "Be patient, the pain will be gone soon."
His soft tone made Fu Jia suddenly calm. The moment he walked out of the apartment and closed the door, Lu Qi'an's voice comforting Lin Fengxun on the phone was also locked in by him.
He waited patiently for the elevator.
Walk patiently out of the neighborhood.
But he couldn't go on patiently.
The pain was so painful that Fu Jia's vision was blurred.
He reached out and touched his cheek, and found that the gauze that had been well pasted had loosened at some point, and he touched the wound as soon as he touched it, which was the same as the first day, wet.
He was so angry that he didn't live up to his expectations.
No matter how badly he was hurt right now, and passed out from the pain, Lu Qi'an would not suddenly run over to comfort him.
What is he arguing with Lin Feng, what is he jealous of Lin Feng? That is a medicine jar, and someone else will take care of it for the rest of my life!
He is healthier than him, freer than him, and has a lot more things than him. In the future, he can make money, buy a house, and even own his own villa in time!
He has everything.
It's just that there is no Lu Qi'an.
He pulled off the gauze, threw it on the ground and stomped hard a few times. After venting, he walked straight forward. But after walking a few steps, he turned back, picked up the dirty gauze, and threw it into the trash can beside the road.
It's okay, Fu Jia.
he thinks.
Just go to the hospital.
When he came to a city hospital, he was scolded by the doctor.
"Do you want to disfigure your face?"
Fu Jia shook her head in shame.
It wasn't likely to be infected and suppurated, but Fu Jia has been covering it with gauze for the past two days and has not changed it often. It deteriorated quickly in this weather.
"Where are your parents?" The doctor scribbled the medical records, then clicked and typed, "Go, borrow a phone number from the nurse outside and call your parents."
"No need," Fu Jia put on a flattering smile, "My parents are busy with work and don't have time to come here. I brought the money and I can pay the fee myself."
"This is a knife wound!" the doctor said, "You are fighting with someone Let's fight, I have to tell your parents, it's okay for children to fight, but they can't use knives and guns."
"I'm not considered a child, I'm already an adult…" Fu Jia said, "Hurry up, I'm still here I'm in a hurry to go home and do my homework."
The emergency doctor at night didn't have much time to talk to Fu Jia, but Fu Jia insisted not to call the parents, and the doctor had no choice but to let him go.
Fu Jia endured the pain and paid the fee. The doctor asked him to come back in two days, but Fu Jia absolutely did not dare to come again.
Returning to the dormitory with the medical records and medicines, Fu Jia opened the door and found a stranger inside, sitting at his desk with his legs crossed, chewing something.
Fu Jia stopped outside the door, not daring to go in.
This is a girl, and the lower body is not the school uniform pants that should be, but a short skirt.
Suspecting that he had made a mistake, he took two steps back.
But the stranger took the initiative to talk to him: "Fu Jia, the classmates don't say hello?"
Fu Jia was puzzled to find that she had a smile on her face—it turned out to be very friendly.
"A classmate?" Fu Jia said, "I don't seem to know you." The
stranger touched his nose in embarrassment: "I just transferred to your class today, and you will know when I start class on Monday. My name is Cen Mengke."
Fu Jia Pointing to the floor: "I don't care who you are, this is a men's dormitory, how did you get in?"
"Oh." Cen Mengke took out a tissue and spit out what she was chewing. Judging by the color, it should be betel nuts. "Boys can't enter women's dormitories, and it's nothing for girls to enter men's dorms."
Fu Jia thought of a certain possibility. He asked coldly, "Did Liu De call you here?"
I don't know what will happen when I lead girls into the men's dormitory. If the girl in front of him made up some bad words casually, he wouldn't have to go to school.
Zeng Mengke was stunned: "Who are you talking about?"
Fu Jia ignored her, turned around and left, "I'm going to find the dormitory manager. I haven't entered the room. The surveillance cameras in the corridor can capture it."
"Wait a minute Wait…" Cen Mengke stopped him, closed his hands, opened his eyes wide and pretended to be cute, "It's over when the dormitory finds us…"
Fu Jia was not so cute, but got goosebumps all over her body: "This classmate, you You can be more direct about what you want to do."
Cen Mengke was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands, "I… I don't want to do anything."
Almost at the same time, there was a sound of footsteps behind Fu Jia. It was Liu De and his two younger brothers who came back.
Liu De walked in aggressively, and when he saw Cen Mengke, he was stunned and stopped abruptly.
The two younger brothers were also very puzzled, so they asked, "Who are you?"
Just after asking, Liu De hit him on the back, making him cry out in pain.
Cen Mengke's expression was innocent.
"Why are you here?" Liu De asked. His voice was very low, as if he didn't dare to speak loudly in front of Cen Mengke.
Cen Mengke grinned: "The three of you should sleep elsewhere today, I want to talk to Fu Jia alone."
Liu De's complexion was not very good, but he nodded obediently, and dragged the two younger brothers away. Even if Fu Jia was a fool, he could see that something was wrong, so he asked Cen Mengke
, "What does that mean?"
The elder brother of your elder brother is my elder brother."
Cen Mengke opened his hands, his face intoxicated: "The bad students in the entire No. 16 Middle School belong to me."
Cen Mengke kept her arms open, waiting for Fu Jia to flatter her.
But Fu Jia was very perfunctory: "That's it… My name is Fu Jia, but you already know it." He still stood outside the door without stepping in, and asked her, "What do you want to say?"
Cen Mengke was dumbfounded: " This is the only reaction after you know my identity?"
Fu Jia said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"
Cen Mengke crossed his arms, snorted through his nose, decided not to argue with Fu Jia, and asked him sideways. : "What is your relationship with Li Qin?"
What is this nonsense? Fu Jia didn't immediately understand which Li Qinhe she was talking about, so she said, "I don't know him." "I don't know him
?" Cen Mengke widened his eyes, "Then why would he want me to transfer to your class to cover up?" You? Your name is Fu Jia, Fu next to herringbone, Jia of commendation."
Fu Jia frowned, thinking of something: "Li Qinhe?"
"Yes, he is my elder brother's elder brother. No. 6 middle school knows Well, he is the worst bad student there." When Cen Mengke talked about this, his eyebrows almost flew into the sky with pride.
Fu Jia's face darkened quickly: "I know him."
He didn't say he knew him, but he knew it.
Presumably, Young Master Li is the same as him, and doesn't want to know him, Mr. Fu.
Fu Jia grinned: "I have nothing to do with him. If I have to say something, I will definitely hit him when I see him."
"Huh?" Cen Mengke was confused.
Fu Jia grabbed the doorknob: "I have already experienced his methods, and I don't want to continue to learn. You can stay inside, and I will call the dormitory." As he spoke, he exerted force in his hand and slammed the door close.
Cen Mengke was dumbfounded.
Fu Jia heard her slamming on the door, and shouted in confusion: "What's going on, I really came to cover you up, my shift has been transferred!"
Fu Jia ignored it.
He found the dormitory supervisor on the first floor, and when the other party heard the situation, he jumped up in fright and hurried to Fu Jia's dormitory. But when the two opened the door, there was no one inside, only the window was wide open.
The dormitory manager checked the surveillance, and when he saw the female student sneaking into the men's dormitory, her head grew dizzy.
"She is a habitual offender." The dormitory manager said helplessly, "She… is a bit difficult to manage, please change the lock on the door."
Fu Jia expressed her understanding, thanked the dormitory supervisor, and returned to the dormitory.
Of course he wouldn't change the lock, and he would have to pay for it.
The three of Liu De didn't come back that night, Fu Jiaan stayed in the dormitory quietly studying until the lights were turned off, and then went to bed.
After turning over frequently, he had the deepest sleep since he moved out of the Lin family villa.
Although heavy, I didn't sleep well.
If he knew what he was going to dream about, he would rather choose to stay up all night.
People who can't get it in reality, it's best not to dream about it in dreams.