Chapter 245: 1 Lane, Follow, Open Door to Ghost

The next day, Xiaochi Chi was led to school by Ying Lou.

The class teacher was not surprised to see that Ying Lou was here on behalf of the Chi parents.

In the past, the homeroom teacher had conducted several rounds of home visits and was well aware of what kind of behavior Xiaochi Chi's parents were.

At the beginning of the first year, the classroom teacher asked parents to participate in the teaching process by checking and signing their children's daily homework.

However, Xiaochi Chi corrects all of his assignments himself and signs them in his own name.

After the feedback from the teacher to the class teacher, the class teacher talked to Xiaochi Chi.

Xiaochi Chi explained, his parents said, they are busy every day to die, he is a son if there is some conscience, do not bother them with this kind of shit.

So, the class teacher brought the matter up to his parents during the home visit.

As a result, it was as if the parents were learning about the incident for the first time, and they apologized to the teacher while scolding Xiaochi Chi profusely.

Xiaochi Chi, who was sitting on the sidelines, rolled his eyes silently, making the class teacher think badly of him for a moment, thinking he was lying.

As a result, when Xiaochi Chi's work was submitted again, the experienced teacher could see that it was a hard copy of an adult's handwriting.

So on the second home visit, the classroom teacher deliberately took a strong dose of the classroom teacher's words, asking the Chi parents if they did not want to be involved in Xiaochi Chi's education, and if they did not want to be involved, then the school did not need to spend more time on their education.

As a result, the next morning, Xiaochi Chi's seat was empty.

He was beaten up by his parents for "embarrassing the family".

At night, it was fine, but the next morning his arm hurt so much that he couldn't get out of bed, so he went to the hospital and found out that the bone in his left arm was injured.

The class teacher thought something was wrong, so she tried to find out what was going on, and finally learned from Xiaochi Chi's elementary school classmates that Xiaochi Chi's parents had never bothered with his homework since he was a child, and only cared about how his grades were and whether he would embarrass them.

When the class teacher learned of the situation, she regretted it, but couldn't wipe her face for a while to apologize to Xiaochi Chi.

When the time has changed, there is no need to apologize.

What the class teacher regrets most is that since that incident, Xiaochi Chi has not been so interested in studying.

He was smart enough, like a businessman with enough capital, but only did not want to invest more in "learning".

After this incident, a name called "Ying Lou" began to appear in his homework book.

And at the parent-teacher conference half a month later, the class teacher noticed that among the many tired faces of middle-aged people, there was one more decent and quiet high school student.

The class teacher called out to him after the break.

The teenager said gently, "Hello teacher, my name is Ying Lou and I am Chi Xiao's neighbor."

The class teacher always thought the name "Ying Lou" looked familiar, and only when she met the person did she remember that this was one of the city's top three students last year, and that her picture had been in the local newspaper.

He was wearing a dark gray sweater and holding a book with many relevant notes.

At a young age, he already has a calm and gentle temperament that is rare in adults.

He tore off a page and wrote down a number on it: "Teacher, this is my phone number. In the past, Chi Xiao was reluctant to tell me about his difficulties. In the future, if something happens, I'll manage him."

Yesterday, after Xiaochi Chi left class for no reason, Ying Lou quickly called the class teacher and took the blame, saying that he was hit by a car at noon when school was out, but only had a cut, and that he had sent a text message to Xiaochi Chi at the hospital, saying that he would be back later in the evening. Xiaochi Chi didn't believe him and thought he was seriously injured, so he worried too much and made a misunderstanding, so I'm sorry for the delay in the teacher's teaching, and so on.

Today, he came to see Xiaochi Chi off to school, which is a tenth of a percent good attitude.

He knocked on the class teacher's office with Xiaochi Chi's bag on his back, dragging him with him, and began by apologizing.

The class teacher knew that the two of them were close, and seeing that Ying Lou's hand was really bandaged, the original eight-point letter was successfully raised to ten.

He said to Xiaochi Chi, "From now on, pay attention and don't skip class for no reason. There are still a few days left before the summer vacation, if you run out like this again and something happens, your whole summer vacation will be wasted, do you hear me?"

Xiaochi Chi looked down at the bandage on Ying Lou's fingertips and let out an "umph".

The class teacher asked, "Have you written your homework yet."

Xiaochi Chi was about to open his mouth and say "I don't have it" when Ying Lou pulled open his bag and pulled out seven copies of his homework.

The class teacher was now completely satisfied: "Don't give it to me. Give it to the class representatives of each subject."

Xiaochi Chi followed Ying Lou out of the office, clutching the workbooks and flipping through them one by one.

"After you fell asleep yesterday, I contacted your classmates and asked about the homework." Ying Lou walked ahead and inclined her head to ask him, "Does the handwriting look like that?"

Xiaochi Chi imagines what he saw last night after he fell asleep.

-- Ying Lou sat under the desk lamp, calling his desk mate, answering the call with one hand, copying the exercises on the board with the other hand, and making only "hmm" and "hmm" in order not to wake up his sleeping self. " syllables in order not to wake up my sleeping self.

Xiaochi Chi closed the book, "Room for improvement."

Ying Lou stopped in the hallway, looked back at the sound of the morning reading, and asked with a smile, "Is this an affirmation of me?"

Xiaochi Chi opened his mouth.

The person in front of him, with this face, said what he remembered Lou would not say at all.

Ying Lou didn't talk that much, he was quiet most of the time, inward and quiet, and his words were mostly complimentary, encouraging and tolerant, like a light that gently enveloped Xiaochi Chi.

His kindness to Xiaochi Chi is like Sun, because Sun doesn't ask for anything in return.

Now, this light still envelops Xiaochi Chi, but if anything, it holds him a little, pulls him a little, hugs him a little, trying to make him aware of his presence at all times, trying to tell him to care about him.

Xiaochi Chi thought, "Is this his Lou?

...... Not what he thought it would be, but, unexpectedly, not bad.

Xiaochi Chi took the bag and flung it on his back, narrowing his eyes at him, "Wanna know?"

Ying Lou recoiled.

This tone reminds him of the Xiaochi Chi who used to be so strong when he didn't know his identity.

Looking back, Ying Lou felt a subtle relief: "Of course."

Xiaochi Chi walked past him, "Think for yourself."

Ying Lou smiled: "I'll hand in an answer to Mr. Chi after school today, okay?"

Xiaochi Chi : "You don't have to pick me up after school, take care of your hands. If old Huang sees you again, he will definitely be suspicious."

Old Huang is his class teacher.

Ying Lou nodded tamely, "Well, I remember. Teacher Ji, can I go now."

Xiaochi Chi gave a dashing wave of her hand, "Go ahead."

After saying goodbye to the real Ying Lou, Xiaochi Chi walked into the classroom with the system Ying Lou.

He pretends Ying Lou is not there, and Ying Lou pretends he is not there.

Xiaochi Chi, sitting in the classroom, gradually tasted the benefits of youth.

He can casually spend a language lesson casually thinking about what's on his mind.

Time seems so slow, so long, life is divided into a regular 45 minutes, three quarters of a turn of the dial.

Xiaochi Chi draws the layout of Shoucheng Zhu's room in the textbook.

The class was lecturing on literary texts and was bored to death. When my tablemate got tired of playing with a stainless steel water glass reflecting the light from the window, he turned his head and saw Xiaochi Chi drawing enthusiastically, so he asked him, "What are you drawing?"

Xiaochi Chi said calmly, "Old Wang's latissimus dorsi."

The old king is on the stage is speaking passionate language teacher, waist circumference of one meter six, middle-aged men's unique a block of abs with his movements yo-yo trembling.

The table was suddenly disinterested.

He was idle for a while and then said, "What did you do yesterday?"

Xiaochi Chi says, "I found myself reborn."

Tablemate: "Bullshit. Then tell me what the next lottery numbers are."

Xiaochi Chi: "You're really a low-level person, can't have some high-level pursuit? For example, ask the essay questions of our college entrance exams that year. That's all I can remember."

Table: "If I have money, but also college entrance exams a fart, I buy two diplomas, a Peking University, a Peking University Youth Bird. In can attack, retreat can defend."

Xiaochi Chi realized for the first time that his tablemate was a talent.

Before Lou died, he was always playing with Ying Lou and looking at his peers like they were a bunch of little chicks.

After Lou's death, he had nothing in his heart, eleven thousand people went from in front of him, few people really passed in his heart.

After a friendly introductory scene, the two began a traditional folk classroom entertainment program, futsal.

Xiaochi Chi is the circle side and the same table is the fork side.

Xiaochi Chi : "I haven't seen you talk to me before, I thought you were annoying me."

The table said, "Just kidding, which guy in the class doesn't bother you."

Xiaochi Chi : "Why? Because I'm handsome?"

Tablemate: "Roll."

Table: "...... you don't have a number in your own mind. Our class boys crush on a girl, a girl said there is a person who likes, ask who is, answer, you. Fuck, you at least green half of our school."

Xiaochi Chi : "At the risk of asking, am I green to you?"

Tablemate: "No. I just kind of like myself so far."

Xiaochi Chi pursed her lips for a moment, "So you don't hate me?"

"It's not annoying now." The tablemate said honestly, "Because I found out you're a psycho too."

Xiaochi Chi gave a courtesy smile and connected the five circles on the punched grid.

Their short-lived friendship was declared broken.

The early summer heat is slowly building up in the classroom.

After the final exams, everyone was distracted, and even though they knew they had a year to go before the first major turning point in their lives, most of their young hearts refused to settle down.

The old king on the podium pulled the white towel to wipe the sweat.

His formal clothes were soaked and sweaty, but that didn't stop him from reprimanding the students who were writing on the stage: "Is that writing made by a hen's claw? Is this Chinese or English?"

There was harsh laughter from the classroom.

The electric fan is about to break down again, spinning breathlessly.

Xiaochi Chi and his new friend ran to the newly opened kiosk and bridged the friendship with an old popsicle, bringing back a bottle of iced water for Lao Wang along the way.

Young boys eat ice cream in big gulps, biting, chewing and swallowing, as if there was a fire in their bodies that they were eager to put out.

Old Wang sat at the podium to scare them: "Eat, eat, later call your class teacher to see, buy one for everyone."

A bottle of ice water, is wrapped tightly in the old king's wet white towel.

Ying Lou silently looked at everything in front of him and gently contained a smile.

Even when looking at the information he was querying at hand, he still couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his lips.

Shoucheng Zhu's son, who has an extremely glamorous job, works for a well-known pharmaceutical company and is currently a pharmaceutical sales manager.

Based on traces of the company's activities in the market, it is likely that the pharmaceutical company is preparing to go public on the New York Stock Exchange and take advantage of the opportunity to bring in new blood and talent to the United States branch.

Ning Zhu, Shoucheng Zhu's son, had already planned to submit an application to work in the U.S., but because of his father's sudden "accident," he had to pass up the opportunity in consideration of his father's advanced age.

Ying Lou spent half a day combing through their company's vast business database.

He then easily accessed Ning Zhu's work computer and clicked on the work plan he was writing for his trip to the U.S., making many fine-tuned changes and additions to the details.

In the past, Xiaochi Chi always took care of the tasks himself.

This time, Ying Lou wants to replace Xiaochi Chi and complete the revenge of both of them.

By the time he finished revising, Xiaochi Chi was also finished with school.

Xiaochi Chi walked to the entrance of the school and was surprised to find that Ying Lou was indeed not outside with a small disappointment.

He knew that Ying Lou was inside him, and that his voice would ring in his ears whenever he called out, but the feeling was still not quite the same as actually seeing him.

He wanted to see more of Ying Lou, the real one, the one he could touch.

But he immediately began to laugh at his own pretensions.

The table's home is in the same direction as his, at least 800 meters down the same road.

This is the first time Xiaochi Chi has tried to go home with someone since she was eight years old.

Instead of rushing home to see Lou, instead of rushing to finish homework and then playing games and watching movies with Lou, you can slowly talk about boring days and pass the boring time, which is a new feeling for Xiaochi Chi.

He and his deskmate walked slowly down the alleyway, moving forward, kicking a stone all the way from the school entrance.

Without Ying Lou's reminder, he was not aware that the person who had just called him a little disappointed was sitting on a bicycle, looking at him from the other side of the alley with a silent smile.

In the past, Ying Lou had the ambition to make her own bike from scrap materials.

Now he has spent a full day compiling information about Shoucheng Zhu's son, revising and adjusting his work plan, and finding all the tools to make the bike he never had the chance to make before.

Xiaochi Chi doesn't want him to pick it up, but he wants to see Chi Xiao early and doesn't want to ruin the new friendship he made today.

So he came here secretly without Xiaochi Chi's knowledge.

The entrance to the alley was narrow, and Xiaochi Chi and his new friends soon disappeared at that end.

The teenager rides a bicycle, following the path of Xiaochi Chi at the other end, ringing the bell, avoiding the pedestrians returning from the evening market, stopping before the next alley, braking with one foot, and waiting for Xiaochi Chi to appear.

About four minutes later, Xiaochi Chi appeared at the end of the alley.

He bought a salt water lollipop and was biting into one end, tilting his head and saying something to the table beside him.

Ying Lou only saw the side of his face.

After he disappears once again, Ying Lou sets off once again, waiting for a goodbye at the next intersection.

The next time Xiaochi Chi shows up, he'll be alone.

The table went home, while he stood in front of the trash can at the end of the alley with a mostly-eaten saltwater lollipop in his mouth, sucking faster.

Ying Lou was curious about what he was doing when Xiaochi Chi threw the plastic shell of his finished lollipop into the garbage can and ran ahead.

...... He wanted to go home early and see Lou.

Ying Lou vaguely guessed what, the tip of the heart like dipped in a little honey, sweet to a soft.

Xiaochi Chi is not a slow runner, and Ying Lou even needs to speed up in order to pass the same alley parallel to him and get a glimpse of his side face.

Two people at sunset, one running over there, one chasing over here, just to glance at the slightly sweaty side face in the same alleyway.

Ying Lou himself felt that he was being too silly and inefficient. By maximizing efficiency, he should have ridden over and driven Xiaochi Chi home after she and her classmates separated, creating more opportunities to spend time together.

But feelings, it seems, do not exist a reasonable formula for calculation.

He wanted to watch him from afar, guessing what was on the mind of the man at the other end of the lane.

Thinking about it, the heart is like the sunset with a hairy edge in the sky, wonderfully melted with him.

Xiaochi Chi arrived at the silo a little earlier than Ying Lou.

Noticing that Ying Lou's house was still dark and the lights were on, Xiaochi Chi thought better of it and went up.

He has already accumulated a wealth of relevant experience, one night does not go home, his parents will not care about him, but if two days in a row stay at Ying Lou's house, do not come back to report a show, and when he comes home again, they will be strange, saying that other people's homes are so good, why do not you just move out and so on.

Unexpectedly, he was unlucky enough to see a ghost at the door.

Shoucheng Zhu sits at his family's dining table, the apricot-colored light spilling onto his face, reflecting his smile in a warm, bright and false way.

"...... Chi Xiao , why are you back so late?"