Chapter 4

He's going to make a plan.

Fu Jia thought while washing the dishes.

He will work in a small restaurant near the school on weekends and holidays. This job started when he was just sixteen years old, and he had accumulated a small savings in two years.

He has a card, and his father Lin Qing will send money to it regularly, but this card is held by Mrs. Chen. Even if Fu Jia wants to take a dime from it, she has to tell Mrs. Chen where the money is going. And Mrs. Chen will take detailed records and show them to Lu Wanqing regularly.

After get off work in the evening, Fu Jia wandered the streets, wandering around to No. 6 Middle School.

This high school is a cross away from No. 16 Middle School, but No. 6 Middle School is a famous school in the country, while No. 16 Middle School is notorious.

Studying is the most troublesome thing for Fu Jia. He didn't start elementary school until he was eight years old. He had never received any education before, and he struggled all the way. His classmates are generally two years younger than him, but they are always a hundred times better than him in study.

If it wasn't for Lin Qing's money, he wouldn't even be able to study in No. 16 Middle School.

Even though it was the weekend, the doors of the No. 6 Middle School were wide open, and a few students came in and out sporadically.

Thinking of her plan, Fu Jia stared at a male student wearing thick glasses, and stopped him when he turned the corner.

"What's the matter with you?" The male student looked at Fu Jia suspiciously.

Fu Jia was also looking at him, comparing his stature, and found that the two were very similar in size.

"Sell me your school uniform." Fu Jia said.

"Huh?" The male student thought he had heard wrong.

Fu Jia took out two hundred dollars and repeated: "You sell me the school uniform, and I will give you the money." The

male students stared straight.

He was very suspicious, and it took Fu Jia a lot of words to convince him. In the end, he not only spent 200 yuan to get a school uniform, but also went to the nearest supermarket to buy a pair of trousers for him to put on his coat.

After the deal was completed, Fu Jia asked: "Do you know Lu Qi'an? He is also from your school." The

male student nodded heavily after hearing this: "Of course I know, who doesn't know him in school?"

"Then do you know which class he is in ?" Is it?" The

male student didn't speak.

Fu Jia knew what he meant, but he would not give any more money. He took out the utility knife and turned it around in his hand, pointing the blade at himself for a while, and pointing at the male classmate for a while.

The male student immediately said, "He's in Class 1, Grade 2."

"Oh." Fu Jia put the knife away, "Go." The

male student ran away like a gust of wind.

Fu Jia looked at the school uniform in her hand and changed it in the toilet of the supermarket.

Sixth Middle School is not only good at studying, but also has a reputation for good-looking school uniforms. Although the whole city wears uniforms of sportswear, the colors and lines of the No. 6 Middle School uniforms are the most simple and elegant, mainly navy blue and white, without fancy patterns.

Fu Jia grabbed the hem of the clothes and looked carefully, even the fabric was the best.

He looked left and right in the mirror, and felt that this school uniform was as suitable as those good students.

On Monday, he skipped the last class in the morning, changed into the school uniform of the No. 6 Middle School, and came early to squat near the No. 6 Middle School. As soon as the school bell rang at noon, a large number of students rushed out, and Fu Jia walked in when there were the most people.

He was not in a hurry at all, starting from the nearest teaching building, he searched for Class 1, Grade 2, floor by floor. He couldn't find the first one, so he went to the store to buy a loaf of bread, which naturally seemed to come to patronize him every day.

He looked for it while eating, and after eating most of the bread, he finally found it.

The door was closed, and there was another person in the classroom. Fu Jia lay on the railing of the corridor, pretending to be waiting for someone. That person seemed to be eating lunch in the classroom and had no intention of leaving, which made Fu Jia feel impatient.

After finally waiting for him to finish eating and walking out with the lunch box, Fu Jia had already crushed the bread in his hand into crumbs.

He walked into the empty classroom, flipped through the textbooks on every table, checked the name on the title page, and quickly found "Lu Qi'an" in the third row.

Vigorous typeface.

He knew that there was a pair of calligraphy hanging in the Lin family's villa, which was a calligraphy gift from Lu Qi'an on Lu Wanqing's birthday. Lu Wanqing liked it so much that she hung it in the most conspicuous place in her home.

Lin Fengxun also has countless calligraphy written by Lu Qi'an. When he was young, Lu Qi'an would often hold his hand in the courtyard and teach him to write, even if it was waste paper, Lin Fengxun asked Aunt Chen to keep it.

With a blank expression, Fu Jia took all the textbooks to the table, spread them out one by one, poured the crumbled bread crumbs evenly into the pages of the books, closed them one by one, compacted them, and put them back in their original positions.

He took out the note he had written earlier in the morning, casually took a stapler from a nearby table, and stapled it to the inner layer of Lu Qi'an's schoolbag.

He left, and when he walked out of the classroom, the classmate who went out to wash the lunch box just came back.

"Hey, who are you?"

Fu Jia ignored him.

He didn't know where his anger came from.

In the past two years, he has become more and more strange.

…

"Fengfeng."

Lu Qi'an held a big box in his hand and called softly.

Lin Fengxun was angry, leaned on the wheelchair, lifted the blanket to cover his face, and didn't speak.

Lu Qi'an was not angry, nor did he lift his blanket, but asked: "Why don't you take medicine?"

Lin Fengxun shook the blanket to express his dissatisfaction.

Lu Qi'an continued: "Fengfeng, as long as you don't take the medicine once, aunt will hide and cry secretly. Even if you don't love yourself, don't you love aunt?"

Lin Fengxun took off the blanket, his eyes were full of mist, but he managed not to let the tears fall: "It's all my fault anyway!"

"I didn't say that."

"You have!" Lin Fengxun finally cried up.

Lu Qi'an didn't comfort him right away, and only opened the box in his hand after he had finished crying the most emotionally.

He tilted the box slightly to let Lin Feng look inside.

Lin Feng glanced at it, and there were all sorts of weird things inside. There are watches, car toys, puzzles, and building blocks. These are his favorite things to play with, but he said: "I don't want gifts."

Lu Qi'an closed the box: "I haven't said I'm going to give it to you."

Lin Feng was stunned.

Lu Qi'an put the box on the ground and held Lin Fengxun's hand. Every time he wanted to preach to Lin Fengxun, he would do this, as if it was a kind of comfort.

"The medicine is very bitter?"

Lin Feng nodded awkwardly.

"I know you like to eat sweets, hate taking medicine, and hate those instruments testing your body, but Fengfeng, you can treat these as a game."

Lu Qi'an said slowly: "Whenever you meet Resistance, if you don't like it, if you feel that you can't overcome it, it means that you have ushered in a competition. In fact, life is a big competition. If we grit our teeth and persist until the end, we will be the big winners."

He opened the box again and took out a pair of The puzzle, the pattern is a photo of Lu Wanqing when she was a girl, she smiles beautifully. "Getting up early and taking medicine is a game. If you take medicine well, you win. If you don't vomit after eating, you win another game."

He handed the puzzle to Lin Fengxun: "And I will I have been with you all the time, and every time I win a game, I will encourage you, praise you, and give you a gift. Can Fengfeng work hard with me?"

Lin Fengxun was stunned for a long time before he grabbed the puzzle and nodded desperately. Looking at his mother's smiling face, his tears fell drop by drop, but he didn't make any sound.

Lu Qi'an fed Lin Fengxun the medicine, and the two children leaned together and played puzzles on the round table in the courtyard. The sun was so good that Lu Qi'an's hair was illuminated golden, and his black pupils became translucent and clear, almost light brown. The color is very soft, like plush pillows on the sofa.

Lin Feng felt sleepy after playing for a while, and told Lu Qi'an that he wanted to sleep. Lu Qi'an helped him put down the back of the wheelchair, wrapped the blanket tightly, put on the blindfold, and let him sleep peacefully.

Fu Jia leaned against the cold wall, watching all this, feeling her whole body numb. My brain was numb, my legs and feet were numb, and the wound on my hand was festered by the cigarette butt, which was also numb.

In terms of competitions, he had many more competitions in his life than Lin Fengxun.

This idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and it was accompanied by an emotion of comparing himself with others.

Although he is only a child, he also knows that he is ridiculous. What's the use? Even if it proves to the whole world that "I am worse than Lin Fengxun", who will come to pity him?

During the lunch break, Mrs. Chen was sleeping in her room, breathing heavily. Fu Jia walked out of the room lightly, ran out the back door, and got into the gap of the courtyard guardrail outside the villa. He was young and terribly thin, and it was an easy thing to get into.

As soon as he entered, he stepped on a branch with a crisp sound.

Lu Qi'an looked over and saw Fu Jia who suddenly appeared there, his expression did not change, his eyes remained calm.

Fu Jia froze in place and did not dare to move.

Lu Qi'an put his finger up and made a booing motion by putting it on his lips. Fu Jia was flustered and covered her mouth tightly.

Lu Qi'an approached: "It's you."

Fu Jia was surprised: "Do you remember me?"

"Keep down." Lu Qi'an made another shush, "I remember. Are your hands better?"

Fu Jia hid her hands behind her back: "It's much better, thank you for the band-aid."

Lu Qi'an nodded: "You're welcome. But you are not fit to come here, go back quickly."

Fu Jia nodded: "I know, I I just wanted to come over and ask you a question, can I ask?"

Lu Qi'an was silent. He looked at Fu Jia quietly, there was no extra emotion in his eyes, no pity, no disgust, in short, nothing.

He said: "You can ask."

Fu Jia took a deep breath: "You said that life is a big game, and then there are many small games in the big game. If you persist, you will be the big winner. I want to ask a person. How can we persevere if no one praises you?"

Lu Qi'an said, "You heard me."

"Yeah." Fu Jia nodded, pointing to the window of the servant's room not far away, "I never If you see it, put your head out and you can hear it." He didn't feel guilty about being caught at all, but seemed to be showing off.

Lu Qi'an nodded, not angry. He thought for a while, and answered Fu Jia's question: "Self-esteem."

Fu Jia showed doubts. He had learned the word but could not understand its meaning.

Lu Qi'an explained to him: "If you lose, you will be unwilling and feel that you are underestimated. This is because self-esteem is at work. If you don't want to lose, then you have to win."

Fu Jia still didn't understand, but he knew that Lu Qi'an was right.

He doesn't want to lose.

"I'm done answering, let's go." Lu Qi'an gave the order to evict the guest.