Chapter 13

During class on Monday, Fu Jia met Cen Mengke in the classroom.

The other party also saw him at a glance, and immediately shouted from the distance of the whole class: "Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia frowned, ignored her, and went straight to his seat.

Cen Mengke approached and complained loudly: "You almost killed me yesterday."

"I shouldn't be able to do this." Fu Jia said, "You blocked the light, I have to read now."

Cen Mengke taunted: "Don't act like that. You look like a good student, I've checked your grades, and it's ridiculous that you can rank so low in No. 16 High School."

She was fine with anything, and the mention of grades made Fu Jia angry. He threw his schoolbag on the table and said, "It's none of your business."

Cen Mengke was not frightened at all, and stared at him: "I don't care what conflicts you have with Li Qinhe, anyway, he asked me to cover you, you It's my little brother, how can the little brother blow his beard and stare at the boss like this, please apologize to me!"

Fu Jia pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Cen Mengke made it difficult for him to deal with it. Like Liu Cheng and Liu De, if he wants to beat him back and scold him back, he doesn't need to have any psychological burden, he can do it as hard as he wants. But Cen Mengke is a girl, and she keeps saying that she is here to cover him, what should he do? It's shameful to beat her or scold her.

But it was impossible for him to apologize. It is impossible for him to apologize to Li Qinhe's people.

After much deliberation, I can only ignore it.

So Cen Mengke saw that Fu Jia closed his eyes, took out a Chinese document from his bag, and turned to an ancient text.

"Have you really started studying?"

Fu Jia ignored her.

"Fu Jia, Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia still ignored her.

Cen Mengke pointed the gun at Fu Jia's front table: "You, change places with me!"

The front desk shrank its neck in fright, stood up reflexively, but sat down again. In order to take care of the newly transferred Cen Mengke, the head teacher arranged her in the first row. Who in this class would like to sit in the first row?

"Hurry up!" Cen Mengke urged.

The front desk could only stand up aggrieved.

Cen Mengke sat down and patted Fu Jia's desk, but Fu Jia still didn't move at all, as if she had her own shield.

She lay down on the table boredly, looked around the classroom, and quickly shifted her attention. "Fu Jia, why are you the only one in the class without a deskmate?"

After she turned around, the number of people in the class became odd, and it was normal for someone to sit alone. But Fu Jia is not sitting in the last row, nor is he sitting in the corner, why is he not sitting at the same table?

"Is it because your deskmate moved away after I transferred, or has no one sat with you?" Cen Mengke cheered up, and she found a place to play her role as the boss.

Fu Jia ignored her.

Cen Mengke didn't care, glanced around, picked up a female classmate who looked weak and deceitful, and said, "Come out with me." The

female classmate was trembling with fright.

Cen Mengke grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the corridor, blocking the corner of the wall, and asked about it.

Fu Jiazhen has never been at the same table.

The number of people in the class before was obviously an even number, but no one was willing to sit with Fu Jia. Everyone took turns to sit in the remaining single seat, as if gathering the strength of the whole class to exclude Fu Jia.

"What is your class doing?" Cen Mengke asked.

The female classmate was too scared to say anything: "He…he likes to steal things…"

"What?"

"He…he," the female classmate plucked up her courage, "Someone in our class is his junior high school classmate. He told us at the beginning of school that Fu Jia used to like to steal people's things, and he didn't repent when he was caught…"

Cen Mengke was stunned up.

"Who said that? Where's the evidence?" The

female classmate shook her head, refusing to confess that person.

Cen Mengke let the female classmate go, leaned against the wall and thought carefully for a while.

Then, she went a little farther, called her younger brother, and asked about the past.

"Framing people for stealing" is a common method used by these bad students to punish people. Shove things that don't belong to this person on his desk, and find an opportune time to have someone point it out publicly. Then arrange a "witness" and arrange a few booers, and the framed person will have no way to explain it.

In the follow-up, there is no need for them to do anything, this person will naturally be isolated, excluded, and even punished by students who claim to be righteous. They don't care how long the dirty hat stays with this person.

However, Fu Jia is her younger brother now.

She is in charge.

She walked into the classroom swaggeringly, stood in front of her desk, did not sit down, but lifted the desk with a sigh of relief.

This movement was not small, and attracted the whole class to look over.

Under their watchful eyes, Cen Mengke moved the table to Fu Jia's side step by step, and slammed their tables together.

She ran to drag the stool over, and then announced loudly to the students: "Now I am Fu Jia's deskmate and his boss. Any rumors about him that you spread in private, I will keep it to myself." Point."

With her ending, the classroom fell into silence.

Cen Mengke, who covered his younger brother "vigorously" for a while, was in a good mood, and sat down with a smile.

Fu Jia felt a pain in her back, and looked at her: "Why did you do this?"

"I want to cover you." Cen Mengke took it for granted.

Fu Jia lowered her head and crumpled the pages in her hands.

Cen Mengke said that Li Qinhe asked her to come, but Li Qinhe couldn't do this kind of thing for no reason, it could only be…

Lu Qi'an.

He closed the textbook and said, "Thank you."

Cen Mengke's nose was about to go up to the sky: "It's nothing, as the boss, this is what I should do."

Fu Jia didn't listen to what she said.

He didn't know what Lu Qi'an meant.

Is it goodwill or concern? He doesn't understand.

He remembered the dream that night, in the dream, Lu Qi'an did not leave because of a phone call, but accompanied him to the hospital.

When the doctor treated his festering wound, he grinned in pain, and Lu Qi'an sat beside him, comforting him and saying, "Be patient." In the

dream, Lu Qi'an's face was blurred, but his voice was very clear.

This has been the case for the past ten years. He peeked in the servant's room and could hear Lu Qi'an's voice, but couldn't see Lu Qi'an's expression clearly.

This is the reality he faced—he even stole his dream from Lin Fengxun.

After attending class all morning in a daze, Fu Jia didn't go to eat, and continued to study in the classroom.

Cen Mengke dozed off, ate snacks, and read novels, and had a good morning. Seeing that Fu Jia still wanted to study, he said, "Stop learning, food is important. On the first day of being your boss, I'll treat you."

Fu Jia didn't look up at her: "I'm not going."

Cen Mengke clicked his tongue and grabbed his Textbook: "Let go!"

Fu Jia was unprepared, and she ripped off the textbook in one fell swoop. This made Fu Jia feel depressed, and said coldly: "Give it back to me."

Cen Mengke stuffed the textbook into her desk: "No."

"Give it to me."

"No!" tone.

Fu Jia took a long breath and controlled herself not to beat Cen Mengke.

He ignored Cen Mengke and took out other textbooks. Cen Mengke still wanted to grab it, but heard a knock on the door.

The classroom door is wide open, why knock on the door?

Fu Jia and Cen Mengke looked at the past at the same time, and were stunned at the same time.

The person at the door was wearing the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School, with a slender figure.

Lu Qi'an put down his hands, and his eyes fell on Fu Jia: "Excuse me."

Cen Mengke's eyes widened, and he lost his voice for a moment: "Lu, Lu…"

Lu didn't understand why after a long time.

The shock in Fu Jia's heart was indescribable. He hurriedly stood up, hit the table with his back, and knocked off the books on the table.

Lu Qi'an approached, leaned over and picked up the book, "Have you had lunch yet?" He handed the book back.

Fu Jia took the book and shook his head: "No…"

Lu Qi'an said, "We can go together."

Fu Jia lowered his head: "Well…"

They walked out of the classroom one after the other, leaving Cen Mengke in place like a bolt from the blue.

Walking out the door, Fu Jia was sweating in the midday sun outside.

He and Lu Qi'an walked together with half a person's distance between them, but he seemed to be able to feel the heat of Lu Qi'an's body.

"Why did you come to me?" He still hasn't recovered.

Lu Qi'an looked at Fu Jia's cheek, where the gauze was still there. He answered irrelevantly: "You didn't go to the hospital."

Fu Jia touched subconsciously. Before he couldn't stick the gauze, he insisted on sticking it, but now that it has deteriorated, he has to stick it.

"I've been there." Fu Jia explained, "I really lied to you that day, but I went after that."

Lu Qi'an slowed down his pace: "Which hospital?"

"City No. 1 Hospital."

" That's what you said that day."

Fu Jia was in a hurry: "I really went, and I lied to you with a set of words for two days, am I so stupid? The medical records and prescribed medicines are kept in the dormitory. If you don't believe me, you can go and see them. "

Lu Qi'an stopped and nodded, "Yes."

"Huh?"

"You can go and see

the medical records." Fu Jia was startled. This is equivalent to saying that Lu Qi'an is going to his dormitory.

is it possible?

In order to save money, Fu Jia lived in the building with the worst configuration, which was very old and had a bad orientation. The interior walls of the building are peeling off, and the railings are rusted. Every time you walk up the stairs, you have to tie your hands and feet to avoid rubbing your hands with dust.

He sighed and said: "Forget it, wait for me here, I will go to the dormitory to get your medical records."

But Lu Qi'an asked: "Can I go to your dormitory?"

Fu Jia hesitated: "Not really …"

He felt that his shyness was inexplicable. It may be because of nervousness, or it is more likely that Lu Qi'an appeared suddenly. He was overly frightened and was always at a loss.

Just go, he thought.

"Then don't be disgusted." He turned around and led Lu Qi'an to his bedroom.

Since Cen Mengke came, the three of Liu De have never been back, and they don't know where they live every day. Fu Jia opened the door, and the inside was as empty as ever.

He looked around, but couldn't find a suitable place for Lu Qi'an to sit down. It was also impossible to buy a solid wooden chair, so he had the cheek to point to the plastic chair in front of the table: "Sit there."

Fortunately, Lu Qi'an didn't feel disgusted, and sat down without any burden.

This made Fu Jia relax a little. He squatted in front of the locked cabinet, opened the cabinet door with the key he carried with him, found the bag with the hospital logo on it, and hurriedly held it up to Lu Qi'an: "Look, I really went to the hospital."

Lu Qi'an took the things Take it over, find the medical record and look through it. When he turned to a certain page, he read: "Sword wound."

Fu Jia was a little embarrassed: "Yes…"

Lu Qi'an turned another page: "Gauze covers the wound too much, causing infection."

Fu Jia was even more embarrassed: "I I thought it would be better to hold it…"

Lu Qi'an continued: "I suggest a review the next day—have you gone?"

Fu Jia grabbed a handful of hair: "Actually, as long as you apply the medicine on time, you don't need it if it doesn't get worse. Go and see again."

"Apply the medicine on time?" Lu Qi'an took out the medicine bottle, and the doctor's order three times a day was pasted on the bottle, "Now is the time for you to apply the medicine for the second time, how many times have you applied it?"

"Forgot , anyway…" Fu Jia avoided the question with a guilty conscience. He didn't have enough time in the morning, so he didn't apply it once.

Lu Qi'an stood up and gave up the stool, "You sit here."

Fu Jia thought he thought the stool was uncomfortable: "Why, why don't I add a cushion for you?"

"No." Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the medicine bottle. Instructions for use: "Sit down, and I'll apply the medicine for you."

Fu Jia was stunned.

"Don't you want to?" Lu Qi'an asked him.

"No." Fu Jia denied it quickly. He sat on the plastic chair and felt that the chair was not so bad for the first time.

Lu Qi'an leaned down and approached Fu Jia. The distance was so close that Fu Jia did not dare to raise her eyes, so she desperately looked down.

Lu Qi'an lightly touched the gauze on Fu Jia's face: "I tore it off."

"Yes." Fu Jia's palms were sweating, and he secretly warned himself not to be too nervous.

When the gauze was torn off, there was a red gash underneath, neither long nor deep, not enough to require stitches, but it had experienced suppurative infection, and it looked a bit hideous.

Lu Qi'an clamped the cotton ball with tweezers, dipped it into the medicine, and only let the cotton ball touch the wound after reminding Fu Jia.

His movements were gentle, and seeing Fu Jia's reaction, it didn't seem to be in pain.

But how could it not hurt.

It's just that he was so close that Fu Jia could count how many eyelashes he had, and couldn't tell whether he was in pain or not.

After applying the medicine, Lu Qi'an helped him change a new gauze, and said, "Okay."

Fu Jia looked down at his hands. In order to keep calm, he pinched the back of his hand red.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome." Lu Qi'an put away his things, "Apply the medicine on time, and go to the hospital if it gets worse."

Fu Jia thought about it, and said, "Thank you."

Lu Qi'an was silent.

Again, he was standing, and Fu Jia was sitting, with his head bowed at a slightly lower height, revealing his slender neck.

He is so thin.

Lu Qi'an thought, it's not unreasonable for him to come to No. 16 Middle School after class without even eating lunch.

"Fu Jia." He said, "It's the end of May now, and there is still more than a month before the final exam. If you rank well in the city after the exam, you will be promoted to the second grade after school starts, and it should not be difficult to transfer to No. 6 Middle School."

Fu Jia was a little dazed: "What?"

Lu Qi'an didn't mean to say it again.

Fu Jia recalled his words and opened his eyes wide.

Lu Qi'an said: "I'm leaving first."

"Wait," Fu Jia said hurriedly, "Don't you want to have dinner together?"

Lu Qi'an looked at his watch: "I intended to see the injury on your face, and now it's gone. I've read it, so I don't need to have dinner with you again."

Fu Jia replied disappointedly: "That's it…"

He didn't stand up, and didn't say anything else.

This is tantamount to saying goodbye.

Lu Qi'an turned around, and as soon as he took a step, Fu Jia regretted it. He stood up suddenly and grabbed his arm. Because he was too anxious, he knocked down the chair and made a muffled sound.

In order to apply medicine to Fu Jia, Lu Qi'an rolled up his sleeves, his arms were exposed, and he felt the coolness of Fu Jia's palms, as well as a slight sweat.

Lu Qi'an looked puzzled.

There are times when he doesn't understand what it means.

However, he did not immediately say: "Release".

Fu Jia looked at him, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Words seem a little weak at this moment.

All the impulses turned into an action – he rushed over, and rushed towards Lu Qi'an.

He raised his hand, put his arms around Lu Qi'an's neck, and hugged him tightly.

His reckless movements made Lu Qi'an stagger and almost lost his footing.

Lu Qi'an was startled for a moment, then he realized that he struggled hard, but Fu Jia hugged him even tighter.

He lowered his face and said indifferently, "Let go."

Fu Jia pretended not to hear, tightened his arms, brought his head close to Lu Qi'an's neck, and took a deep breath.

It turned out that Lu Qi'an smelled like this.

Even more refreshing than the rain in early spring.

He sniffed around the shoulder socket like a dog, which angered Lu Qi'an: "Let go!"

Fu Jia still didn't let go, he pressed close to Lu Qi'an's ear, and said softly, "Wait for me, I will work harder Study…" The

breath blew straight into Lu Qi'an's ears, which completely annoyed him. He stopped holding back his strength, pushed Fu Jia violently, and scolded coldly: "Why are you crazy?"

Fu Jia was pushed away by him, staggered, but kept staring at Lu Qi'an, his eyes were bright.

At this moment, Lu Qi'an had to admit that he was wrong when he met Fu Jia on the stairs of the villa. How could there be no light in this person's eyes?

Fu Jia's eyes were dotted with flames, which shot straight into his eyes, trying to set him ablaze too.

Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Everything makes sense. If it weren't for this look in his eyes, he wouldn't have been able to bear it for ten years.

"Calm down." Lu Qi'an left this sentence, turned and left.

Leaving Fu Jia in place, his hands kept shaking.