Chapter 245: One Lane, Follow, Open Door to Ghosts.

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

The homeroom teacher was not surprised to see that it was Lou Ying who had come on behalf of the Chi family's parents.

Having conducted several rounds of home visits in the past, the homeroom teacher was well versed in the behavior of Chi Xiaochi's parents.

At the beginning of the first year of junior high school, the homeroom teacher asked parents to be involved in the teaching and learning process by checking and signing their children's daily homework.

But Chi Xiaochi corrects his own homework and signs it himself.

This situation was brought to the attention of the class teacher, who talked to Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi explains that his parents said that they are busy as hell every day and that if he is a son, he should not bother them with this kind of shit.

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

As a result, Chi's parents, as if learning about the incident for the first time, apologized to the teacher and scolded Chi Xiaochi profusely.

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

As a result, when Chi Xiaochi's homework was handed in again, the experienced teacher could tell that it was a hard copy of an adult's handwriting.

So during the second home visit, the class teacher intentionally gave a strong message, asking the parents if they weren't going to be involved in Chi Xiaochi's education, and if they weren't, then the school didn't have to spend any more time educating them.

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

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

The night time is fine, the next morning arm pain can not get up, go to the hospital for a checkup only to find out is the left arm bone injury, took half a day off, until the afternoon, he appeared in the classroom with a simple cast.

The homeroom teacher felt that something was wrong, so she tried to find out what was going on, and finally learned from Chi Xiaochi's elementary school classmates that Chi Xiaochi's parents hadn't cared about his homework since he was a child, and only cared about how well he did and whether he would embarrass them.

When the class teacher was informed of the situation, she was very sorry, but she could not apologize to Chi Xiaochi for a while.

When the time has passed, there will be no need to apologize.

What the homeroom teacher regretted most was that after that incident, Chi Xiaochi was no longer so interested in reading.

He was smart enough to be a businessman with enough capital, but he didn't want to invest a single cent in "learning".

After this incident, the name "Lou Ying" began to appear in his workbook.

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

The homeroom teacher called out to him after the dispersal.

The teenager said gently, "Hello teacher, my name is Lou Ying, I'm Xiaochi's neighbor."

The homeroom teacher had always thought that the name "Lou Ying" looked familiar, and it was only when she met him that she remembered that he was one of the city's three best students last year, and his picture had even appeared in the local newspaper.

He wore a dark gray sweater and held a book in which he had jotted down many relevant notes.

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

He tore off a page and wrote a number on it with a brush, "Teacher, this is my phone number. In the past, Xiaochi didn't want to talk to me about his difficulties. In the future, if there's something, I'll manage him."

Yesterday, after Chi Xiaochi left the classroom for no apparent reason, Lou Ying quickly called his homeroom teacher and took the blame, saying that he had been hit by a car at lunchtime when he was dismissed from school, and that he was lucky to have only a cut, and that he had sent a text message to Chi Xiaochi in the hospital saying that he would be back later in the evening, and that Chi Xiaochi hadn't believed him and had thought that he had been seriously injured, and that he had been too worried to cause any misunderstanding, and so on and so forth. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding and the delay in the teacher's teaching work.

Today, he made a special trip to drop Chi Xiaochi off at school, kind of putting a good attitude to work.

Carrying Chi Xiaochi's school bag, he pulled Chi Xiaochi and knocked on the homeroom teacher's office, opening his mouth and starting with an apology.

The class teacher knows that the two of them have a good relationship, and see Lou Ying hand really bandaged, the original eight points of the letter managed to rise to ten points.

He said to Chi Xiaochi, "Be careful in the future, don't skip class for no reason. There are still a few days to go before summer vacation, if you run out again like this and something happens, your whole summer vacation will be in vain, do you hear me?"

Chi Xiaochi looked down at the bandage that Lou Ying had put on his fingertips and said, "Hmm."

The homeroom teacher asked, "Did you do your homework."

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

The homeroom teacher was now completely satisfied, "Don't give it to me. Give it to the representatives of the subjects."

Chi Xiaochi followed Lou Ying 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 for the homework." Lou Ying, walking ahead, inclined her head and asked him, "Does the handwriting look like it?"

Chi Xiaochi imagined herself falling asleep last night.

-- Lou Ying sits under a lamp, calling her desk, answering the phone with one hand, copying with the other the exercises that the teacher has set up on the blackboard, and, in order not to wake her sleeping self, making only short syllables like "hmmm", "hmmm", "hmmm", "hmmm", "hmmm", "hmmm", "hmmm", "hmmm". " in order not to wake my sleeping self.

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

Lou Ying paused in the hallway, turned back to the sound of loud morning readings, and asked rhetorically, with a smile, "Is that a yes for me?"

Chi Xiaochi opened his mouth.

The man in front of him, with this face, said things that the Lou he remembered would never say at all.

Lou Ying doesn't talk that much, he is quiet most of the time, inward-looking and calm, and most of what he says is to praise him, encourage him, and tolerate him, like a ball of light that gently wraps around Chi Xiaochi.

He was as good to Chi Xiaochi as the sun, for the sun does not ask for anything in return.

Now, this light is still hanging over Chi Xiaochi, but if anything, it is holding him, pulling him, hugging him, trying to make him aware of his presence at times, trying to tell him to care about him.

Chi Xiaochi thought, is this his Lou.

...... It wasn't what he thought it would be, but, unexpectedly, it wasn't bad.

Chi Xiaochi took the book bag and swung it onto her back, narrowing her eyes at him, "Wanna know?"

Lou Ying stared back.

The tone of voice reminded him of the once powerful Chi Xiaochi when he didn't know who he was.

Looking back, Lou Ying's heart gave a subtle sigh of relief, "Of course."

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

Lou Ying smiles, "I'll turn in a copy of the answers to Mr. Chi after school today, okay?"

Chi Xiaochi : "Don't come to pick me up after school, and 'nurse' your hand. If Old Huang sees you again, he'll be suspicious."

Old Huang is his homeroom teacher.

Lou Ying nodded tamely, "Uh, remember. Mr. Chi, can I go now."

Chi Xiaochi gave a dashing wave, "Go ahead."

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

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

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

He could just spend a language class casually thinking about whatever was on his mind.

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

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

The class was on literary texts, boring as hell. My classmate got tired of playing with the stainless steel water cup reflecting the light from the window, turned his head and saw Chi Xiaochi painting with vigor, so he asked him, "What are you painting."

Chi Xiaochi calmed down, "Old Wang's latissimus dorsi."

Lao Wang is the stage is speaking passionately language teacher, waist circumference of one meter six, middle-aged men unique a block of abs with his movement leisurely trembling.

The table was instantly disinterested.

He idled for a moment and then said, "What did you do yesterday?"

Chi Xiaochi says, "I found myself reborn."

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

Chi Xiaochi: "You're such a low class person, can't you have some high class pursuits? For example, ask about the essay question of our college entrance exam that year. That's all I can remember."

The same table: "If I have money, but also the college entrance exam bullshit, I buy two diplomas, a Beida, a Beida Youth Bird. I can attack and defend."

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

Before Lou died, he was always hanging out with Lou Ying and looking at his peers like they were a bunch of chickenshits.

After Lou's death, he had nothing left in his heart; eleven million people had passed before him, and few had ever really passed in his heart.

After a friendly introductory session, the two began the traditional folk classroom recreation, backgammon.

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

Chi Xiaochi : "I didn't see you talking to me before, I thought you were annoying me."

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

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

Tablemate: "Roll."

The same table: "...... don't you know in your own heart. The boys in our class have a crush on a girl, and a girl says she has a favorite, and asks who it is, and says, "You. Fuck, you at least green half of our school."

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

Tablemate: "No. I'm just kind of enjoying myself so far."

Chi Xiaochi pursed her lips in amusement, "So you don't hate me?"

"It's not annoying now." The table was honest, "Because I realized you're a psycho too."

Chi Xiaochi smiles politely and connects the five circles on the typed grid.

Their short-lived amicable relationship was declared broken.

The early summer heat slowly builds up in the classroom.

The remedial classes after finals were distracting, and even knowing that the first major turning point in their lives was a year away, most young minds refused to settle down.

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

He was soaked to the skin in his formal attire, and sweat was plastered all over his body, but that didn't stop him from reprimanding the student who came up to the stage to write the slate with a strong voice: "Is that character made from the claws of an old hen? Is this Chinese or English?"

Haha laughter came from the classroom.

The electric fan is going out again, spinning breathlessly.

The language class was two periods in a row, and when the bell rang, the boys couldn't stand the heat and flooded out for air, Chi Xiaochi and his new friend ran to the recently opened kiosk and bridged the friendship with an old popsicle, bringing a bottle of iced water back to Lao Wang on the way.

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

Old Wang sat on the edge of the podium to scare them, "Eat, eat, later call your homeroom teacher to see, buy one for everyone."

A bottle of ice water was being wrapped tightly in Old King's wet white towel.

Lou Ying looked silently at what was in front of him and contained a soft smile.

Even as he looked at the information he was querying at hand, he still couldn't hide the smile at the corners of his lips.

Zhu Shoucheng's son, who has an extremely prestigious job, works for a famous pharmaceutical company and is currently the pharmaceutical sales manager.

Based on the various traces of this company's activities in the market, it is projected that this pharmaceutical company may be preparing to go public on the New York Stock Exchange and take advantage of the opportunity to bring in a bunch of fresh blood and talent to the U.S. branch.

Originally, Zhu Shoucheng's son, Zhu Ning, had planned to submit an application for a job in the U.S., but because of his father's sudden "accident," he had to give up the opportunity in light of his father's advanced age.

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

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

In the old days, Chi Xiaochi always did all the work himself.

This time, Lou Ying wants to replace Chi Xiaochi and fulfill both of their revenge.

By the time he's done revising, Chi Xiaochi is out of school.

Chi Xiaochi walked to the school's entrance and was surprised to find a small disappointment when she realized that Lou Ying was indeed not outside.

He knew full well that Lou Ying was inside him, that his voice would ring in his ears if he screamed, but the feeling still wasn't quite the same as actually seeing him.

He wanted to see more of Lou Ying, real and touchable.

But he immediately began to laugh at his own pretensions.

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

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

Instead of rushing home to see Lou, instead of rushing to catch up on homework and then playing games and watching movies with Lou, you can slowly chat about boring days and pass the boring time, a feeling that is very new to Chi Xiaochi.

He and his tablemates walked slowly along the alleyway, forward, kicking a stone all the way from the school entrance.

And without Lou Ying's reminder, he hadn't the slightest inkling that the man who had just called him a bit of a disappointment was straddling a bicycle, looking down at him with a quiet smile from the other end of the alley.

In the past, Lou Ying had the ambition to make his own bicycle from scrap materials.

Now he's spent an entire day organizing Zhu Shoucheng's son, revising and adjusting his work plan, and finding all the tools to do a good job on a bike he didn't have a chance to do before.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't want him to pick it up, but he wants to see Xiaochi early and doesn't want to jeopardize the new friendship he's forging today.

So he snuck in without Chi Xiaochi's knowledge.

The alleyway was narrow, and Chi Xiaochi and his new friend soon disappeared at that end.

The teenager rode a bicycle, following the path of Chi Xiaochi's movements at the other end, ringing the bell, avoiding pedestrians returning from the evening market, stopping before the next alleyway, making the brakes with one foot, and waiting for Chi Xiaochi to appear.

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

He had bought a salt water lollypop and was biting into one end, tilting his head to say something to the tablemate on his side.

Lou Ying only saw the side of his face.

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

The next time Chi Xiaochi appeared, he was alone.

The table went back home while he stood in front of the garbage can at the end of the alley with a mostly eaten salt water lollipop in his mouth, sucking on it at an accelerated rate.

Lou Ying was wondering what he was doing when Chi Xiaochi threw the plastic shells of his finished lollipop into the garbage can and took off running.

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

Lou Ying vaguely guessed something, the tip of the heart as if dipped in a little honey, sweet and soft.

Chi Xiaochi is not a slow runner, and Lou Ying even needs to pick up speed to ensure that she can pass through the same alley parallel to him and catch a glimpse of his sideways face.

Two men in the setting sun, one running that way, one chasing this way, just to catch a glimpse of that slightly sweaty sideways face in the same alleyway.

Lou Ying himself felt that he was too stupid and inefficient. According to the maximization of efficiency, he should have ridden over to Chi Xiaochi after she separated from her classmates and drove her home, creating more opportunities to spend time together.

Feelings, however, don't seem to have a rational formula.

He just wanted to watch him from afar, guessing what was going on in that man's mind on the other side of the alley.

Thinking about it, the heart was like a sunset with a furry edge in the sky, marvelously melting with him.

Chi Xiaochi is a little ahead of Lou Ying in the silo.

Noticing that Lou Ying's house was still dark and his own house was already lit, Chi Xiaochi thought better of it and went up.

He had already accumulated a wealth of relevant experience. If he didn't come home one night, his parents wouldn't care about him, but if he stayed at Lou Ying's house for two days in a row without coming back to report and show up, when he came home again, they would surely say something gloomy, saying that other people's homes were so nice, why don't you just move out or something like that.

I didn't realize that he was unlucky enough to open the door to a ghost.

Zhu Shoucheng sat at his family's dining room table, the apricot-colored light spilling onto his face, reflecting his smile as warm, bright, and false.

"...... Xiaochi, why are you back so late."