Chapter 7

Lu Qi'an went out, did not leave immediately, but asked the driver to wait for him at the door for ten minutes, and turned to the courtyard of the villa.

He's going to fix something.

Before he got close, he vaguely saw someone curled up under a tree in the shadow of the courtyard, with a vague outline. Only the sight is clear and clear, put it on his body, let him know that it is Fu Jia.

Lu Qi'an was still a dozen steps away from him, but he stopped.

Fu Jia felt that this was not a problem, so he stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and asked him as he approached, "How do you know I'm here?" with a

proud tone.

Lu Qi'an said: "I don't know, I came here specifically to find you." His eyes fell on the poor servant's room window behind him.

Fu Jia nodded, feeling even more proud.

It just so happened that he was waiting for Lu Qi'an here too. He didn't know exactly why this pride came from, but he knew what Lu Qi'an's words meant – he remembered that someone once told him that the window could see the courtyard. "Oh, then why did you come to see me?"

Lu Qi'an said, "I want to ask you to move out of the villa."

Fu Jia's face darkened.

Did the Lu family never really "invite" anyone to do something, which made this sentence sound so awkward?

It's more of an order than a request.

"I won't move out." Fu Jia said, "I'm so happy staying here, no rent, and free meals, where can I find such a good place?" After finishing speaking, he deliberately smiled.

"It doesn't make any sense for you to stay." Lu Qi'an said.

"What do you mean?" Fu Jia didn't understand.

Lu Qi'an's expression finally changed, but very slightly. "Meaning, it doesn't make sense," he said. "If you don't want to go by yourself, I'll have someone kick you out."

Fu Jia was out of breath, and chuckled lightly: "Do you think it's meaningful to kick me out?"

Lu Qi'an frowned.

This person not only cannot write well, but also has extremely poor comprehension skills.

He felt that he had said everything he needed to say, and there was no need to say anything more, so he prepared to leave. But as soon as he had the thought of turning around, Fu Jia ran up and grabbed his arm.

This dragging method is outrageous and rough, no less than children fighting on the street, it has no sense of proportion, regardless of it.

"Don't think about leaving just like that." Fu Jia said firmly, "I didn't understand when I was young, but it's different now, don't just leave a few words and leave, I can't figure it out even if I think about it by myself. "

Lu Qi'an doesn't like the sudden approach of others, let alone Fu Jia.

This is the second time in a short time.

"Let go," he said.

Fu Jia raised his eyebrows: "Don't let go."

Lu Qi'an pursed his lips, did not take his hand away like last time, but said: "The villa is far away from the city, how much time do you waste going to school every day? Late?"

Fu Jia was stunned as if the disc was stuck.

go to school?

The villa is indeed far away from the No. 16 Middle School. If she wants not to be late, Fu Jia must get up before dawn every day. So Fu Jia was late every day, and the Sixteenth High School didn't care anyway.

He was stunned, and the strength in his hand also loosened. Lu Qi'an turned slightly to avoid his hand.

Fu Jia didn't understand anymore. Is this scolding him for not studying well, or some kind of sarcasm that won't be taught in books?

"Do you think it's meaningful to study after moving out?"

Lu Qi'an asked back: "Otherwise?"

Fu Jia sneered: "I'm like a dog, let them bring them into the villa and drive them out of the villa, without any dignity, the meaning is where?"

This tone is really sour and mean.

There is no moonlight tonight, the clouds are thick, and it will probably rain tonight. Presumably Fu Jia's mood at this time is the same as the current weather, a storm is brewing, just waiting for a certain opportunity.

Lu Qi'an didn't care whether his own words would become such an opportunity, he said: "You have mistaken the meaning of dignity, and you are trampling on your self-esteem by staying here."

He pointed to the window: "Hide there and watch, the scenery Is it good? If you really want to see it, just come out and watch it."

At this moment, Fu Jia's whole body's blood rushed to his head. His teeth chattered, and then he bit his mouth open, tasting the sweetness of blood.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Qi'an turned and left. This time it was really leaving.

"Wait." Fu Jia whispered.

The sound was too low for Lu Qi'an to hear. Lu Qi'an also didn't know that Fu Jia had lived in the Lin family's villa for ten years and had never spoken loudly. This is completely subconscious behavior, and there is no need to deliberately control it.

Fu Jia turned around, not looking at Lu Qi'an's leaving back.

Unlike when he was a child, Fu Jia came to the courtyard through the window. He seldom does window opening, but he is an eighteen-year-old adult, and the first time he does it, he looks like a veteran for many years. But not today, Fu Jia almost broke his hand on the window sill.

He lay down on the bed and fell asleep for two or three hours. During this period, he slept restlessly, and his consciousness would wake up from time to time. Until when the night was darkest, a sudden thunder woke him up completely.

The rain was beating against the window, as if reminding him of something.

He got up, turned on the lights, and started packing.

His daily life in the villa was all arranged by Mrs. Chen. She was very harsh at first, and Fu Jia often had a meal without a meal, missing a sock, and two holes in his trousers. But in the end, Mrs. Chen treated him well and would often ask him if he was full or what he wanted to eat tomorrow. There are not many things for food, clothing, housing and transportation, but they are complete.

Fu Jia originally wanted to take all these things away, but in the end he only took away the school uniform of No. 16 Middle School and the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School he bought.

The most important thing is the textbooks. God knows why high school students have so many textbooks. Fu Jia packed them tightly in plastic bags so as not to get wet when they left.

In the end, he sorted out a small handbag and a schoolbag that was about to burst.

Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed.

The moment he opened the door, he heard Mrs. Chen next door calling him: "Fu Jia?" The voice was full of sleepiness and a little vague.

"I'm off to school," he said.

Mrs. Chen was silent. But Fu Jia heard the sound of her getting out of bed, running, and opening the door.

There were no lights left in the corridor of the servant's room, but Mrs. Chen could see clearly.

"You…" She knew where Fu Jia was going, but said, "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

Fu Jia shook her head, "I want to go early today."

Aunt Chen looked down at herself with a guilty expression : "I haven't changed my clothes, so I won't send you off."

Fu Jia smiled: "I haven't given it to you before, and I don't have this hope."

Mrs. Chen looked at him fixedly, and suddenly said: "Wait, I'll get you something." She returned to the room, before turning on the light, and took out a card from the bedside table in the dark.

"Take this with you." She handed the card to Fu Jia, "My wife said that if you are willing to leave, this card will pay in every month until you graduate from college."

Fu Jia didn't answer: "You just take it Use it, like you've done before."

Mrs. Chen smiled awkwardly: "Don't be like this, what did you remember so clearly before? You are only in the first year of high school, and there will be plenty of money to spend in the future…"

Fu Jia pondered for a while, and found that she couldn't say anything. Say something like "put away your Lin family's stinky money". He felt strange, he was such an uneducated and impolite person, why couldn't he say a harsh word?

Fu Jia said: "Use it, I'm already an adult."

Mrs. Chen wiped her eyes, wiped away the tears that didn't exist, and said, "Then come to me if you want to use it later."

Fu Jia was relieved . This is the Mrs. Chen he knew. Compassion will dominate her for a while, but

reality will determine her final behavior.

Fu Jia turned and left without looking back at Aunt Chen. But he knew Mrs. Chen's eyes would be gratified, meaning "he's gone at last."

After she went back, she would definitely have a good night's sleep, and prayed before falling asleep—"He'd better never come back again."

This The idea coincides with that of Fu Jia.

Fu Jia waited for a long time on the side of the road, and finally got a rental car to go to school.

After much deliberation, living on campus is the most in line with what Lu Qi'an said is convenient for going to school, and the most meaningful.

It was not time for class, and the school gates were not open. Fu Jia flipped inside, took a broken umbrella that was dripping water, and went to the office with big bags to find the teacher on duty.

"Where are your parents?" the teacher asked.

Fu Jia had already thought about it: "They are divorced, and they don't want to take care of me. Give me the money and let me fend for myself. I can't contact them now. Teacher, please help me." He pretended to be Poor kind.

The teacher quickly said that he would help, patted him on the back to comfort him, and bought him a hot breakfast.

In the end, he didn't go through any formalities, and was directly taken to the dormitory by the teacher, even the quilt was brought by the teacher for him.

The teacher also bought him a bag of daily necessities and said, "If you have any troubles, you can contact me again."

Fu Jia kept bowing to thank him.

The dormitory sleeps eight people, and it is not full. There are only three people, all of whom were woken up by Fu Jia. One huddled under the quilt to look at him, the other poked his head out to take a look, turned over and continued to sleep.

The other one asked him aloud, "You've just moved here?" For the one who was

afraid of waking up and continued to sleep, Fu Jia didn't answer aloud, but just nodded.

The man smiled and said, "My name is Liu De."

Fu Jia stopped making the bed.

The students in No. 16 Middle School all know that Liu De and Liu Chengcheng are surnamed Liu, they are not real brothers, they are better than real brothers, and they are punks under the same underworld.

Liu De whistled: "I know you, you are very powerful."