Xia You Arbor: Looking to Heaven

Chapter 76 Goodbye My Boy (2)
After the lunatic left, Qu Weiran was the only one left in the Qu family. Qu’s mother was rarely at home. A rich man bought her an apartment in a luxurious area in the city. She had to live there every day and wait for the money. People's fortune once a month.

Qu Weiran doesn't care, he likes to stay at home alone, occasionally Xia Tong will knock on the door, every time he opens the door, he can see her standing at the door, wearing an old red padded jacket, holding a few books in his arms, opening his eyes. With big deer-like eyes, she lowered her head cautiously and said: "Well... I can't do some topics." She always looked at him secretly when she was talking, and when he found out, she lowered her head in a panic, and said in a low voice. Ask, "That... can you teach me?"

Her voice was tense, with extreme self-confidence, white mist spewed out between her breaths, her cheeks slowly turned red because of his long gaze, and her fingers twisted together uneasily.

Qu Weiran raised his eyebrows, every time he saw Xia Tong like this, he couldn't help raising his head maliciously and said, "No."

Looking at her red face and disappointed expression, she couldn't help laughing again, her beautiful eyes slightly bent, raised her hand, and pulled her into the house: "Fool! Come in quickly."

Xia Tong was pulled in stumblingly, her beautiful big eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of her mouth were pursed vigorously.

During that winter vacation, Qu Weiran taught Xia Tong to read very carefully, and Xia Tong listened very hard. When the two children were tired from studying, they would hold warm water glasses and sometimes look out of the window. The cold weather made the window glass cloudy. With a layer of white mist, Xia Tong always likes to lean forward, clenched his fists and draw footprints on the glass with the side of the palm of his hand. Qu Weiran looked at her childish behavior, at first she just laughed, but then she couldn't help raising her hand , with her to print footprints with their hands, a full glass window, full of footprints drawn by their palms.

Time passed silently in such a day, and the winter vacation was over. Xia Tong felt that she and Qu Weiran seemed to be getting closer. She knew his secret, his nature, and the shirt he was wearing. The wound behind the mask.

She always took care of him carefully and treated him with the best of her strength, and Qu Weiran seemed to have sensed Xia Tong's thoughts. When facing Xia Tong, he became a bit of a rascal, and liked to bully her a little. He always quietly snatched her breakfast, the melon seeds she had been peeling for a long time, and the strawberries on her cake. When she was not paying attention, she snatched it away, and then stuffed it into her mouth. Looking at her dumbfounded look, she squinted her eyes and smiled softly.

Xia Tong and Qu Weiran were successfully promoted to Class 3 of the second grade of junior high school. Qu Weiran is a good boy who loves to read. He always holds a thick book and reads it carefully. From Chinese literature to foreign masterpieces, as long as it is a book, he Everyone likes to read, no matter it is vulgar or elegant, as long as you give him a book, he can sit quietly for a day.

Because of this, Qu Weiran, who was just promoted to the second year of junior high school, has already put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The fair-skinned and handsome boy is more and more gentle and refined. Such an excellent Qu Weiran is extremely liked by both teachers and students Yes, in order to catch a glimpse of him, some girls from other classes often go to the window of their class together after class, peeking in secretly. If Qu Weiran accidentally glances out of the window, the girls will scream excitedly stand up:
"Ah! He's looking at me! He's looking at me!"

"No, no! Look at me!"

"Ah! He laughed!"

"God, so handsome, so handsome!"

Then they ran away shyly with their faces in their hands. Qu Weiran, who was sitting in the classroom, raised her lips slightly, with a very happy smile on her lips.

Sitting next to him, Xia Tong couldn't help whispering, "It's so boring."

Qu Weiran turned to look at her, raised his hand and flicked her forehead lightly: "Who are you talking about?"

"It's you." Xia Tong pouted and looked at him.

Qu Weiran raised his hand and patted her forehead again: "Fool."

Xia Tong rubbed her head, glanced at him, pretended to be angry, Qu Weiran immediately came up to coax her, she pursed her lips and smiled.

In fact, she knows that Qu Weiran likes this kind of feeling, he really enjoys the feeling that others like him, even the most superficial liking that is confused by his appearance, he longs for this kind of liking, even wishing that the whole world likes him He, therefore, he treats everyone around him extremely well, like a gentle and kind nobleman, treating everyone fairly and gracefully.

However, the image he worked so hard for was destroyed in the first semester of the second year of junior high school.

At that time, halfway through the semester, Qu Weiran represented the school in the Mathematical Olympiad. He won the first prize in the national junior high school group with a perfect score, which broke the historical record of the city's No. [-] Middle School.The principal was very happy that day and used the time of morning exercises to praise Qu Weiran. With a beer belly and a smile on his face, he said, "Everyone should learn from Qu Weiran!"

Qu Weiran took the testimonial draft he had written a long time ago and walked up to the high podium, which was right in front of the playground. All the teachers and students in the school were watching him closely. Xia Tong stood in the crowd, raised his head, and gently Looking up gently.

Looking up at his favorite boy, he stepped onto the podium against the breeze.

Looking up at the handsome young man, he raised his hand and lightly touched the microphone.

Looking up at the bright young man, he just smiled at the audience, and before he even opened his mouth, there was thunderous applause, endlessly echoing in his ears.

His smile deepened, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, he put his hands on the glasses on the bridge of his nose, lowered his head slightly, looked at the manuscript in his hand and began to speak, his thin lips opened and closed slightly, full of The magnetic sound reaches everyone's ears through the microphone.He stood up straight, without a single wrinkle on his clean school uniform, his soft bangs gently covered his full forehead, and a few strands of hair were blown by the morning breeze, covering him with a layer of gorgeousness under the golden sunlight At that moment, people's eyes were firmly fixed on him, making people lament his excellence in their hearts from time to time.

But at this moment, a man suddenly rushed out, and that man rushed towards Qu Weiran, when Qu Weiran found him, the man was already in front of him, and he raised his hand and slapped him: "You son of a bitch! "

The sound of crisp slaps and rough curses shook the eardrums of everyone present through the four huge speakers on the playground.

At that moment... the prince's magic was gone.

The lunatic roared: "How dare you send me to a mental hospital! I beat you to death!"

Qu Weiran panicked, really panicked!The pain in the body is far inferior to the sharp pain in the heart that suddenly tightens and then is severely torn apart!

School, his only pure land, no one here knows that he is living in such a mess!nobody!He doesn't want to be seen by so many people!
Qu Weiran turned around and wanted to escape, but the lunatic grabbed his arm and slapped him. The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose were blown away. There was no way to escape the panic and fear in his eyes. He raised his hands, blocking He tilted his head and said repeatedly: "Dad, don't hit me! Dad, don't hit me at school! Dad, please, don't hit me now!"

But a lunatic is a lunatic, and the irrational lunatic waved his heavy fist, hitting Qu Weiran's body one after another. The teacher and the principal standing on the podium finally came to their senses and went forward to hold the lunatic, but the lunatic threw his fist at Qu Weiran. He picked up the microphone stand and waved it vigorously when he saw anyone. A teacher had no time to dodge and was hit on the head. Blood ran down his face immediately, and the students in the audience screamed.

Qu Weiran turned his head to look at the turbulent playground, and then at the lunatic on the podium waving a stick. Suddenly, he gave up resisting. With slaps, punches, and kicks, his body felt as if it was not his own. He was in pain numbly, fell down numbly, and then stood up numbly. Finally, he actually laughed, first very softly, then loudly Laughing, laughing crazily, he laughed and shouted: "You kill me! Kill me!!"

At that time, blood flowed from his forehead, staining half of his face red. He clenched his fists and roared loudly: "You don't kill me today! I will definitely kill you! One day, I will definitely kill you!" "

That crazy oath resounded throughout the campus that day.

That day, the lunatic beat Qu Weiran severely under the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school, shattering his last self-esteem, the last line of defense, and the last piece of pure land.

That day, all the teachers who went up to stop him were beaten to the point of bleeding with a microphone stick.

That day, it was the physical education teacher who took the football gate net from the warehouse, and gathered the strength of a dozen male teachers to catch the madman.

That day, when Xia Tong managed to push through the crowd and rushed to hug the boy, something seemed to have changed...

(End of this chapter)