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At the beginning of the first year, the class teacher asks parents to be involved in the teaching process by checking and signing their child’s daily homework.

However, Chi Xiaochi corrects all his own work and signs it in his own name.

This information was passed on from the teacher to the class teacher, who then spoke to Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi explained that his parents had said that they were busy as hell every day and that if he, as a son, had any conscience, he should not bother them with this kind of shit.

So the class teacher took the matter up with his parents during a home visit.

As a result, the Chi Family parents, as if learning of the incident for the first time, apologised to the teacher and scolded Chi Xiaochi profusely at the same time.

Chi Xiaochi, 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 Chi Xiaochi’s work was handed in again, the experienced teacher could immediately see that it was a hard copy of an adult’s handwriting.

So on the second home visit, the class teacher deliberately pushed hard, asking Chi Family if their parents were not going to be involved in Chi Xiaochi’s education, and if they were not, then there was no need for the school to spend more time on their education.

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

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

He went to the hospital and found out that he had broken a bone in his left arm. He took half a day off work and did not appear in class in a crude cast until the afternoon.

The class teacher felt that something was not right and tried to find out what was going on. He eventually found out from Chi Xiaochi’s primary school classmates that Chi Xiaochi’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 was informed of the situation, she regretted it but could not bring herself to apologise to Chi Xiaochi.

When the time has passed, there is no need to apologise.

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

He was smart enough to be a businessman with enough capital, but he didn’t want to invest any more in “learning”.

After this incident, a name called ” Lou Ying ” 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 proper and quiet high school student.

The class teacher called out to him after the break.

The teenager said gently, “Hello teacher, my name is Lou Ying and I am Xiaochi’s neighbour.”

The class teacher kept thinking that the name “Lou Ying” looked familiar, and when she met the person, she remembered that this was one of the city’s top three students last year, and that her photo had been in the local newspaper.

He was wearing a dark grey jumper and holding a book in which he had jotted down 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 swiped a number on it: “Teacher, this is my phone number. In the past, Xiaochi wouldn’t talk to me about his difficulties. In future, if something happens, I’ll manage him.”

After Chi Xiaochi left the classroom yesterday for no reason, Lou Ying quickly called the class teacher and took the blame, saying that he was hit by a car at noon, but he only had a cut and sent a text message to Chi Xiaochi at the hospital, saying that he would be back later in the evening. He thought he had been seriously injured and was overly worried, causing a misunderstanding and delaying the teacher’s work.

Today, he came to see Chi Xiaochi off to school, which is a great way to demonstrate his good attitude.

He knocked on the class teacher’s office with Chi Xiaochi’s bag on his back, dragging him with him, and began with an apology.

The class teacher knew they were close, and seeing that Lou Ying’s hand was really bandaged, the original eight-point letter went up to a ten.

He said to Chi Xiaochi, “Be careful from now on, don’t skip class without a reason. There are still a few days left before summer vacation, if you run away like this again and something happens, your whole summer vacation will be wasted, do you hear me?”

Chi Xiaochi looked down at the bandage that Lou Ying had tied around her fingertips and let out an ‘ahh’.

The class teacher asked, “Have you done your homework yet.”

Chi Xiaochi was just about to open his mouth and say ‘no’ when Lou Ying pulled open his bag and took 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.”

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

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

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

– Lou Ying sits under a desk lamp, calling his desk mate, answering with one hand, copying the exercises on the board with the other, making only short syllables of “hmm” and “hmm” so as not to wake his sleeping self.

Chi Xiaochi closes the book, “Room for improvement.”

Lou Ying paused in the corridor, turned back to the sound of the morning reading and asked with a smile, “Is that an affirmation of me?”

Chi Xiaochi opened his mouth.

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

Lou Ying did not talk that much, he was mostly quiet, introspective and calm, and his words were mostly complimentary, encouraging and tolerant, like a light that gently enveloped Chi Xiaochi.

His kindness to Chi Xiaochi is like the sun, for the sun does not ask for anything in return.

Now, this light still hangs over Chi Xiaochi, 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 for him.

Chi Xiaochi wondered if this was his brother Lou.

…… was not what he expected, but, unexpectedly, it was not bad.

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

Lou Ying was stunned.

The tone of voice reminded him of the Chi Xiaochi who had been so vigorous when he did not know his identity.

Lou Ying looked back with a subtle sigh of relief: “Of course.”

Chi Xiaochi walked past him, “Think for yourself.”

Lou Ying smiled, “I’ll hand in an answer to Mr. Chi after school today, okay?”

Chi Xiaochi : “Don’t pick me up after school, and take care of your hands. If old Huang sees you again, he’ll be suspicious.”

Old Huang is his class teacher.

Lou Ying nodded tamely, “Yes, I remember. Mr. Ji, can I go now.”

Chi Xiaochi waved his hand with a flourish, “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.

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

He can spend as much time as he likes in a language lesson thinking about his thoughts.

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

Chi Xiaochi drawing the layout of Zhu Shoucheng’s room from memory in her textbook.

The class was about Wen 言 Wen and was so bored that 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 Chi Xiaochi drawing enthusiastically, so he asked him, “What are you drawing?”

Chi Xiaochi said calmly, “The old king’s latissimus dorsi.”

Wang is a passionate language teacher on stage, with a waist of 1.6 metres and the distinctive abs of a middle-aged man shaking with his movements.

The table lost all interest at once.

He idled for a while 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 me about the essay question in our college entrance exams that year. That’s all I can remember.”

The same table: “If I had money, I’d buy two Wen vouchers, one for Peking University and one for Peking University. I can attack and defend.”

For the first time, Chi Xiaochi realised that his tablemate was a talent.

Before Lou’s brother died, he used to play with Lou Ying and look at his peers like they were a bunch of little chickens.

After Lou’s death, nothing was left in his heart, and a thousand thousand people went before him, few of whom ever really crossed his heart.

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

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

Chi Xiaochi : “I haven’t seen you talk to me before and I thought you were annoying me.”

The same 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: “…… you don’t have a number in your own mind. The boys in our class have a crush on a girl, and a girl says she has a crush on someone, asks who it is, and answers, you. Fuck, you’re at least half the people in our school green.”

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

Tablemate: “No. I just quite like myself at the moment.”

Chi Xiaochi pursed her lips in amusement, “So you don’t hate me?”

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

Chi Xiaochi 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 classrooms.

After the final exams, the classes were distracting, and even though they knew that the first major turning point in their lives was a year away, most of the young minds refused to settle down.

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

He was drenched 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 Wen or English Wen?”

Ha-ha laughter came from the classroom.

The electric fan is going out again, spinning breathlessly.

After the bell rang, the boys could not stand the heat and poured out for air. Chi Xiaochi and his new friend ran to the kiosk that had just opened and bridged the friendship with an old popsicle, bringing back a bottle of iced water for Lao Wang on the way.

Young schoolboys 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 and scared them, “Eat, eat, later call your class teacher to see and buy one for everyone.”

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

Lou Ying looked at what was happening in front of her and smiled softly.

Even as he looked at the information he was querying at hand, he could not hide the smile on his lips.

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

Based on the various signs of activity in the market, this pharmaceutical company may be preparing to list on the New York Stock Exchange and take advantage of this to bring in fresh blood and talent for its US branch.

Zhu Shoucheng’s son, Zhu Zhixing, had planned to submit an application to work in the United States, but because of his father’s sudden “accident”, he had to pass up the opportunity in view of his father’s advanced age.

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

He then easily accessed Zhu Zhixing’s work computer and clicked on the work plan he was writing for his trip to the United States, making fine and perfect changes and additions to many details.

In the past, Chi Xiaochi always did the tasks himself.

This time, Lou Ying wants to take Chi Xiaochi’s place and complete the revenge for both of them.

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

Chi Xiaochi walked up to the school entrance and was surprised to find 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 whenever he called out, but the feeling was still not quite the same as actually seeing him.

He wanted to see more of Lou Ying, 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 metres up 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, catching up on homework and then playing games and watching movies with him, Chi Xiaochi was able to take his time and chat about boredom and pass the time.

He and his desk-mate walked slowly along the alleyway, moving forward, kicking a stone all the way from the school entrance.

Without Lou Ying’s reminder, he was unaware that the person who had just called him a little disappointed was sitting on a bicycle, looking at him with a quiet smile from the other side of the lane.

In the past, Lou Ying had the ambition to make her own bicycle out of scrap material.

Now he has spent a whole day compiling information about Zhu Shoucheng’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.

Chi Xiaochi doesn’t want him to pick it up, but he wants to see Xiaochi early and doesn’t want to spoil the new friendship he has forged today.

So he snuck in without Chi Xiaochi’s knowledge.

The entrance to the alley is narrow and Chi Xiaochi and his new friends soon disappear at that end.

The teenager rides a bicycle, following the path of Chi Xiaochi’s movements at the other end, ringing the bell, avoiding pedestrians returning from their evening market shopping, stopping in front of the next alleyway, doing the brakes with one foot, 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 lolly and was biting into one end, tilting his head to say something to the table beside him.

Lou Ying could only see the side of his face.

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

The next time Chi Xiaochi reappears, he will be alone.

His tablemate went home while he stood in front of the bin at the end of the alley with a mostly eaten salt water lolly in his mouth, sucking faster.

Lou Ying was wondering what he was doing when Chi Xiaochi threw the plastic shell of his finished lollipop into the rubbish bin and ran off in a frenzy.

…… He wanted to get home early and see Brother Lou.

Lou Ying vaguely guessed what was going on, and the tip of her heart felt like it had been dipped in a little honey, so sweet that it softened.

Chi Xiaochi is not slow, and Lou Ying even needs to speed up to make sure he passes the same alley parallel to him, to get a glimpse of his side face.

Two men at sunset, one running over there, one chasing over here, just to catch a glimpse of the slightly sweaty side face in the same alleyway.

Lou Ying himself felt he was being silly and inefficient, calculating that by maximising efficiency he should have ridden over and driven Chi Xiaochi home after she had been separated from her classmates, creating more opportunities to spend time together.

Emotions, however, do not seem to exist as a reasonable formula for calculation.

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

As I thought about it, my heart was like a sunset with a hairy edge in the sky, wonderfully melting with him.

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

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

He had a lot of experience with this. His parents wouldn’t bother him if he didn’t come home one night, but if he stayed at Lou Ying’s house for two days in a row and didn’t come back to report, they’d say something like, “Why don’t you just move out when other people’s houses are so nice?

Little did he know that he would have bad luck and see a ghost at the door.

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

”……Xiaochi, why are you back so late?”