Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 63 Death of Chen Jinhua

The classroom of Class [-], Grade [-] is already a third full, most of them are students living on campus, and it is not yet time for morning reading.

Chen Jinhua also came to the classroom early. The dormitory was too cold, and the thin quilt couldn't bring him more warmth. It would be better to go to the classroom and enjoy the heat brought by more people.

He was complaining a little: now that winter is coming, why hasn't his family sent him a thicker quilt? At least they should have given him a cotton coat?
He rubbed his wrist, and his thumb was still a little sore - his hand hurt from his self-study copying last night. He was probably used to holding a short pencil with three fingers, so he was not used to using a normal pencil.

He hasn't been able to write so freely for a long time - when he writes with his short pencil, he can't let go. He wants to save more and write less. After all, he has to spend more money to buy more when he uses it up.

Thinking of this, Chen Jinhua picked up the pencil that Bao Guowei gave him yesterday, held it like a brush, and looked around, hoping that some classmates would look at him and notice that the pen in his hand was a good one.

But the answer is obvious. No one pays attention to what Chen Jinhua is doing.

There was some pain in his abdomen. I don't know if he caught a cold or was hungry. In short, he didn't eat last night or this morning.

At this time, Chen Jinhua could only pray that Guo Chun and Bao Guowei would come quickly today: if he could eat a few hot buns and a few eggs, his stomach would feel better just thinking about it.

"Where are my pork belly buns?"

"Where are the buns stuffed with pork belly that are as big as mine?"

Chen Jinhua covered his growling stomach and began to rehearse what he would ask Guo Chun when he came - how to make himself look more funny when he spoke.

No matter when, Chen Jinhua is willing to be a clown, trying every means to look funny to please others. When he sees others smiling at him, even if he is laughed at - he will laugh along with him.

……

"I forgot to bring it."

When he heard Guo Chun's answer, Chen Jinhua's smile froze on his face. This answer was different from what he had thought during the rehearsal. He looked at Guo Chun's bag, hoping that he was joking. Maybe he would do it next moment. He took out a bag from his bag, which contained hot buns.

"Why did you forget to bring it?"

"If you forget, you just forgot. I'll just make it up for you next time!"

Guo Chun stuffed the bag under the table with a clang. He never took Chen Jinhua seriously. He just forgot--forgot. At least he didn't intentionally not bring it.

"You don't keep your word."

Chen Jinhua criticized in a low voice, hoping that Guo Chun would say something like "I'll bring it to you next time" or "I'll invite you to Songhe Tower for dinner in the future."

But he saw Guo Chun pick up the book and start reading.

The meaning is obvious - don't bother me.

There was not even a word of apology, which made Chen Jinhua feel a little aggrieved, especially the pain in his stomach, which made Chen Jinhua feel even more uncomfortable.

He remembered a sentence he had learned in Chinese class before, which was mentioned by Charlotte Bronte in "Jane Eyre".

He always liked it, so he frugally spent a lot of money and bought books related to it.

He can still recite these words by heart. This time, relying on the grievances in his stomach, or perhaps the grievances accumulated in the school in the past two years, he finally mustered up the courage to spit out the words that he wanted to say in his dreams. if:

"Guo Chun, our souls are equal, just as if the two of us have passed through the grave and stood at the feet of God, we are equal to each other."

Hearing Chen Jinhua's inexplicable words, Guo Chun moved his face away from the book, glanced at him, turned his glasses back to the book, and read listlessly - ignoring others, or maybe just wanting to be in a daze.

This made Chen Jinhua feel a little angry - he felt that he devoted all his energy to please everyone - at least that's what he felt.

He even wanted to open his heart and show it to Guo Chun or those people in the past - look, I really want to be friends with you.

But no one ever cared about what he thought. Everyone regarded him as an insignificant person, or maybe they didn't regard him as a human being.

"I am also a human being, and I am also a living person. Why am I always different from you? Why do you never take me seriously and never care about my dignity? Is it just because I am poor? I..."

Chen Jinhua spoke a little loudly this time, which attracted a few people to turn around and look, but he got stuck after saying a few words - he was not Jane Eyre, and after all, he did not have enough literary literacy to support him to continue speaking.

Moreover, the reason seems to have been revealed.

"Why are you so crazy? Aren't you just a dumpling? Can't I just bring it to you next time?"

Guo Chun frowned this time, especially when he realized that several classmates had noticed. If he allowed Chen Jinhua to continue talking, he would be embarrassed.

Chen Jinhua suddenly felt as if a blunt knife was stuck in the back of his neck, stabbing back and forth into his brain, and he became angry. …

Bao Guowei jogged all the way to school. The cold autumn wind poured into his lungs, making him feel cold inside.

When he came from the back door, he saw Chen Jinhua and Guo Chun fighting each other: Chen Jinhua was lying on the ground, being pushed down by Guo Chun and beaten, and several classmates started fighting again.

"Don't fight again!"

Some students shouted like this.

……

After the two were separated, Chen Jinhua lay on the table covering his face and saying nothing. He turned his head slightly, and some blood stains were revealed on his sleeves. It seemed that he had been beaten badly and his face might have been disfigured.

The corner of Guo Chun's right eye also turned purple with a lot of bruises. He gritted his teeth and still didn't understand. Is this little follower who had always been obedient going crazy today?

There were still people whispering in the classroom, probably discussing what had just happened.

"What happened?"

Bao Guowei was a little curious that the two people could actually have a conflict. As soon as he sat down on his seat, he asked Guo Chun.

"Just because I didn't bring him buns, he beat me!"

Guo Chun looked in the mirror and touched the swollen area at the corner of his eye, showing his teeth and cracked mouth.

Bao Guowei naturally didn't believe this - I guess there was some additional reason.

However, Bao Guowei didn't bother to inquire carefully. This matter had nothing to do with him.

Two eggs were inadvertently placed on Chen Jinhua's table.

A man's word is hard to follow. Since he promised to bring eggs to Chen Jinhua yesterday, Bao Guowei will not refuse, although doing this now may cause Guo Chun's displeasure.

Chen Jinhua smelled a smell and raised his buried face.

He picked up two eggs and ate them. He popped one into his mouth, ate it with the shell, and then popped another one into his mouth.

Guo Chun next to him looked a little dumbfounded: When did Chen Jinhua become so ruthless?
At this time, a man of about 40 to [-] years old came outside: He was wearing the uniform of the Political and Religious Office and standing at the back door.

He looked at the photo in his hand, and then at Chen Jinhua, whose face was still stained with blood - but the gentleman from the Political and Education Office didn't care, because there was a more important thing. He shook his head and sighed. .

Probably because he was afraid that this classmate would faint after hearing the news, he chose to walk in directly and told him in his seat, leaning into Chen Jinhua's ear:

"Your name is Chen Jinhua. There are quilts brought by your family in the reception room, as well as several pieces of clothes. But there is one more thing... your father has passed away, and you have to express your condolences."

Chen Jinhua's father was a talented man. He was afraid that his son would be too cold, that winter would come too early, and that his son would not be warm enough. He actually took off two pieces of his own clothes to keep out the cold and handed them to the reception room. , everyone in the communication room was frightened at that time.

Sure enough - not long after walking, he suddenly died on the road west of the city.

"Woooooo!"

When Chen Jinhua heard the news, he suddenly made a sound like a puppy barking - as if someone had stepped on his tail hard.

He looked at Guo Chun and then at Bao Guowei.

He wanted to open his mouth and say something, opening and closing his mouth, and the egg dregs and broken shells fell out, but he could only produce this strange and short syllable:

"Woooo!"

Bao Guowei saw that he wanted to say something, but Chen Jinhua didn't say anything after all. He walked out tremblingly.

……

Later, a dark shadow flashed by the window. Bao Guowei looked to the side and saw that it was Chen Jinhua who had jumped down from the building.

This matter may soon cause a sensation in the class and even the whole school.
He was finally able to fulfill his wish before he died - to make people take him seriously.

However, this building seems to be only three floors high...

(End of this chapter)