I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

Chapter 68 Bitter Grape

"It doesn't matter."

Zhong Xun had a high fever of nearly [-] degrees in the evening. This time, no one would pick him up and give him medicine. He gradually felt his forehead was hot, and his eyelids were so red and swollen that he couldn't open them, so he went to the hospital alone.

He even stayed in the hospital for a few days, and the high fever kept coming and going.

Song Yijin came to look for him at night, Zhong Xun was still infusion, his wrist was so thin that only a handful of pale and thin bones remained, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand had been punctured black and blue.

His eyelashes drooped, slightly covering his pupils, and he muttered to himself while clutching the phone, with no expression on his face, even a little dazed.

Song Yijin was so startled by him that his back started to break out in cold sweat. He almost thought he was crazy, so he walked over and sat carefully by the hospital bed, swallowed his saliva, and called him, "Brother Xun?"

Zhong Xun was finally willing to look away from the phone and looked up at him.

Since he can still understand the words, he should be fine, Song Yijin heaved a sigh of relief again.

He still had lingering fears, and asked Zhong Xun cautiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Uh..." Zhong Xun's fever hasn't completely subsided yet, the corners of his eyes are wet and red, but his complexion is very pale. He is looking at the air ticket from Ningcheng to Berlin. The distance is more than 7000 kilometers, and the plane transfer will take at least [-] hours.

Song Yijin glanced down at his mobile phone screen, speechless, if he was not allowed to leave, why did he have to be forced to do?

Zhong Xun had a stomachache and fell asleep without much dinner. When he was discharged from the hospital, he went home first.

He went to the bedroom to dig out the suitcase, packed all his things, and went downstairs to live in school. Zhong Zhonglin and the others were all there, but they watched him pack in silence, and no one stopped him.

Zhong Xun went to Xu Chunhong to change a dormitory, and went to live with Zhou Heng and the others. There were only three people in the dormitory, deserted and quiet.

His things are actually not too much, but the pile of materials that Chu Tingdong left him is very heavy. Chu Tingdong also made a list for him, which is the content that he has to review from every month to every day until the college entrance examination. .

He was dumbfounded when he saw it, and didn't want to accept it at first, but he could imagine what that stinky character would say to him.

I will definitely say, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want these things, I didn’t spend a few nights, if you don’t want to do it, forget it... I just pretended to be pitiful with him because I knew he couldn’t bear it.

He spent all his savings and asked someone to buy the pair of skates from abroad. Now, from head to toe, his body costs less than 500 yuan.

Originally thought that he had to go to Song Yijin and the others for relief these few months, but Chu Tingdong left him money, and the tens of thousands of dollars he took out, including the money in the card, amounted to nearly 20, which was enough for him to finish college.

Song Yiling also made a special trip to find him once, because Zhu Qin's first-instance verdict came down some time ago.

Just before Chu Tingdong left.

Zhong Xun took it, glanced at it for a while, and was suddenly stunned.

"Sentenced to eight years," Song Yiling told him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Several injuries could have caused such a long sentence, but Zhu Qin's matter was jointly appealed by someone, and he had a lot of criminal records. , there are all supporting evidence, and he did some blackmail with his uncle, and it was finally settled."

"Even if he refuses to accept the verdict and appeals again, when the verdict of the second instance comes down, you should have finished the college entrance examination."

Zhong Xun seemed to understand something, his eyes blushed inexplicably, and he looked up at Song Yiling.

Song Yiling smiled at him, "Zhu Qin will be ruined in prison for the past eight years, and even if someone continues to appeal, even if he does not increase his sentence, it is unlikely that his sentence will be commuted.

Eight years later, when he is released from prison, Ning Cheng doesn't even know what he has become. He has no influence on you, brother, your future life has nothing to do with these idiots anymore. "

In fact, even if Zhong Xun hadn't mentioned it to them, Song Yiling couldn't have guessed the entanglement with Zhu Qin.

Zhong Xun has a good relationship with Song Yijin, and he has always regarded Zhong Xun as his younger brother. Besides, when Zhong Xun was a child, he was so beautiful and so fun. He even took care of Zhong Xun even more.

He saw the wounds on Zhong Xun's face and body, and knew that he almost disabled Zhu Qin and was detained for this reason, so it's not hard to imagine what kind of treatment he might have suffered.

But there was nothing he could do, nothing to do.

It was almost mid-October, when Chu Tingdong asked him for help, he was actually very surprised, a strong dragon could not overwhelm a snake, not to mention that from his perspective, Chu Tingdong was only in his teens.

He didn't refuse at the time, but he felt that it was absurd, and he didn't hold out any hope.

It's not that he thinks too highly of Zhu Qin, if Chu Tingdong can't put him in prison this time, it may be very difficult to leave Ningcheng in the future.

Even Zhong Xun may not be able to help him, after all Zhong Xun doesn't like to form gangs with others.

In contrast, it will be weak.

But Chu Tingdong still insisted on asking him to contact some students who might have been bullied by Zhu Qin and are still being bullied now, as well as their parents.

He needs someone to file an appeal, which he cannot and does not want to let Zhong Xun do.

If Zhong Xun wanted to, he would have already done it himself. How could he count the number of slaps he has received from beginning to end under the eyes of everyone.

He would rather perish with Zhu Qin than tear up the scars and show them to others.

Chu Tingdong admitted that he had some selfish thoughts. He couldn't bear Zhong Xun to be trapped in the dirty and smelly toilet a few years ago, so he went to find someone else to do it.

But it wasn't coercion, he just asked them if they had any idea of ​​prosecuting Zhu Qin.

"If you are willing to sue, I will provide all financial and legal help." Chu Tingdong's face was young, but his voice was deep and inexplicably convincing, "I will also help you find a lawyer, I just need you to come forward. I can't promise to sue If you fail, you will not have any worries in the future, but if there is such a day, you want to leave Ningcheng, I will do my best to help."

Some people are afraid of retreating, but some people can't bear it long ago and wish to bring Zhu Qin to justice.

They finally had such an opportunity, and they didn't want to miss it.

Song Yiling was just helping to find out who had trouble with Zhu Qin, and he was already devastated. He didn't know how Chu Tingdong contacted the lawyer to start the lawsuit from the beginning.

Especially since he was still in Ningcheng, not in a city he was familiar with, and he was alone and helpless everywhere.

When I think about it for a while, I feel exhausted.

"It doesn't matter if you are sick," Song Yiling looked at Zhong Xun's slightly haggard face, put out the cigarette, and continued, "You don't need to worry about whether you will be blocked by someone. You can go to any place in Ningcheng at any time. a place."

Chu Tingdong's prize money from competitions for many years, except for the previous medical treatment, is now almost all spent on this lawsuit.

What was left to Zhong Xun was almost his only savings.

In the past, Zhong Xun might still be aggrieved and annoyed. He had a fight with Zhu Qin, and he was unwilling to let Chu Tingdong go to see Zhu Qin in the hospital to discuss compensation. Stupid waste of his winnings.

But he can't get annoyed now, he knows what Chu Tingdong is busy with, no matter how much he pays, it's all for him and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Song Yiling told Zhong Xun about it, and after dinner, he drove him back to school.

Zhong Xun stayed in the school all the time.

He started to study hard, stayed up all night calculating until two or three o'clock in the morning for a problem, quit smoking, and stopped going to Internet cafes. He finally did what Chu Tingdong wanted him to do, only to realize that this thing didn't seem so serious Difficult?Why couldn't he do it before, making him always worry about him.

He is like every high school senior studying hard, getting up before dawn to read until late at night.

But his foundation is too poor. He never listened to a class seriously since junior high school. Now he has to work harder than others, and his eyes are red. He was already thin, but now he is pale and thin.

"Damn it, you really want to go to university?" Song Yijin was shocked, "I thought you were just planning to study a junior college in Ningcheng, maybe we can still be in the same school."

"Even if I want to study a junior college, I still have to go to Beijing to study." Zhong Xun said listlessly.

He promised Chu Tingdong that he can't lie to him again this time.

Even if they may never meet again in this life, he can't lie to him. Sometimes he catches up on sleep between classes, half asleep, and feels like he's back in the first few days of the first semester of the third year of high school.

Before he fell asleep, he heard someone approaching his seat, and when he looked up, he saw Chu Tingdong.

I just wanted to tell him with a smile, I haven't fought with anyone anymore, and I haven't been injured, brother, do you think my grades in this monthly exam are a little better, can I still go with you?

But when he opened his eyes, the seat next to him was still empty, and the classroom was as noisy as ever. He looked through the window to see the branches growing wantonly in early spring, and the ice rink did not turn on the headlights that night, and he realized that it was a wishful dream.

In the blink of an eye, it was the second-model exam next month. The day before the exam, Zhong Xun was forced by Song Yijin and the others to have a meal outside the school.

"Aren't you tired of eating in the cafeteria every day?" Song Yijin dared not think about it, "I ate for two days in a row, and I would vomit all over the floor when I turned my head."

The cafeteria of their school is really not for people to eat. He wanted to go with Zhong Xun last night, but ordered glutinous rice porridge, but the smell was already very strange, so he lowered his head and took a sip of the rotten water.

He didn't dare to poison his stomach anymore, even if he wanted to accompany his brother, the premise was that he couldn't be hospitalized.

"Saving time." Zhong Xun said without looking up.

Song Yijin dragged him to the Hunan restaurant. Zhong Xun sat down and ordered a dish of spicy stir-fried potherb mustard, and then he lowered his head and mechanically shoveled the rice into his mouth. He didn't think about anything else, but was looking at the vocabulary book next to him.

"Uh..." Song Yijin didn't dare to disturb him any more when he saw his obsessive appearance.

Song Yijin didn't go to evening self-study. After dinner with him, he turned to the Internet cafe to play games. Zhong Xun was walking to school and bumped into Zhong Zhonglin on Xiujing Street.

Zhong Zhonglin was also taken aback, because Zhong Xun was too thin and his eye sockets were much deeper, but then he frowned and didn't say a word, as if he didn't know him, and passed by.

Zhong Xun didn't say anything, he recited words with earphones on, and turned into the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

But Zhong Xun never expected that he would do so badly in the second-tier exam. In the last mock exam, he scored 363, which was more than 50 points higher than their second-tier exam last year.

As a result, I only took 302 this time.

The moment Xu Chunhong handed out the report card, he became dizzy, his face suddenly turned pale, he raised his head in panic, his ears were buzzing, and he could hardly hear the sounds around him.

"It's just an exam," Xu Chunhong was also worried. After Chu Tingdong left, the average score in the class dropped a lot, but he still calmed down the mood of the whole class first, "Don't be discouraged, continue to prepare for the third exam next month." mold."

Xu Chunhong still followed the usual practice, asking the whole class to go to the office to analyze the grades. When it was Zhong Xun's turn, he couldn't understand why Zhong Xun's grades suddenly dropped so much.

He doesn't think Zhong Xun is not serious enough, for nearly a month's effort, he is actually very relieved of Zhong Xun.

It can only be attributed to a misplay.

"It's okay," Xu Chunhong comforted, "All the mistakes you make now are valuable, and you won't make them again after the college entrance examination. You can just continue to study as you were before, and don't think too much."

"Well, thank you teacher." Zhong Xun lowered his eyelashes and nodded.

He left the office and went to the self-study classroom to continue working on the questions. The school campus was old, and there were not many changes that could be made due to the funds. He could only light up a lamp that was always on day and night for the third grade. Zhong Xun often stayed all night. .

"You can't take it like this..." Song Yijin couldn't help persuading him, feeling bad seeing him like this, "Xun'er, let's just forget it if it doesn't work, good gays don't turn back."

Zhong Xun didn't go to bed until after three o'clock last night, and his eye circles are still slightly red now. His eyelashes are thick and slender, which makes his complexion too cold and pale, and his collarbone is so thin that he even looks sick.

But he raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and showed a bit of beautiful and stubborn stubbornness on his cheeks.

"You're fucking gay," Zhong Xun refused to accept, and cursed, "Your whole family is gay."

"Uh..." Song Yijin hadn't heard him swear for a long time, and was so moved that he almost cried.

Before Zhong Xun had a fever, he didn't get better, and now he is still sick.

In the evening, he went to the clinic next to the school for infusion. It was deserted, and he was the only one. He was curled up on the hospital bed in the corner, the light was dim, and only the infusion bag was shaking. He buried his cheeks in the pillow, and then He raised his head unbearably, the pillow towel and bed sheet were smelly, and he seemed to be stained with the smell too.

He fell asleep with a hot forehead, and it had been several hours since he woke up. The back of his hand was in severe pain. He glanced at it and found that there was a needle missing, and the white to transparent skin was bruised and oozing blood.

He was very ill, his whole body was dangling like silk, and his hands and feet were so weak that he had no strength at all.

He didn't dare to think about it before, but now he was suddenly discouraged, and his thoughts turned up like a mountain, and he realized that he really didn't want to live many times, too many times.

After the infusion, I still go to school and then study by myself in the evening.

There are a total of forty or fifty people in the class, and now there are only thirty or so left who will come to the school, and even fewer for evening self-study. Those who are willing to come still want to try their best to get into college in the last few months.

So the classroom was extremely quiet, only the rustling sound of the tip of the pen, even if some people couldn't help chatting and playing games, they all suppressed their voices.

Zhong Xun bowed his head to do the paper, and he couldn't figure out the penultimate question.

He couldn't do it all, and he didn't know why he couldn't, it was tormenting him to the point of going crazy, and his stomach hurt like he was bleeding.

He wasted three pieces of draft paper, but felt his chest was tight and congested. He was almost breathless, so he simply dropped the pen first.

He rested his arm on the edge of the table, resting his forehead on his arm, and resting his other hand on the back of his head. His wrist bones were pale and bloodless, and his fingertips were pulling messy and slightly curly hair. Extremely thin skeletal silhouette.

He lowered his eyelashes, staring at the mobile phone in the desk pocket, and suddenly reached out hesitantly to touch it.

He heard from Xu Chunhong that Chu Tingdong had arranged for an operation in the past few days, but he didn't know the exact date.

He couldn't help but swipe away Chu Tingdong's Moments, but Chu Tingdong is definitely not the type who would post a Moments after surgery, so it was empty and nothing was gained.

Xue He didn't say anything, he even secretly added his coach without telling Chu Tingdong.

Zhong Xun swiped his fingertips back and forth on the screen of the phone, almost grinding sparks, and finally couldn't help it, and clicked on Xue He's chat box.

Anyway, he is his half-brother, even if he broke up with Chu Tingdong, he shouldn't ignore him.

Although he felt that if Song Yijin was replaced, his brother would be cheated like this, cheated himself, cheated him, and maybe even cheated some money.

With a thick skin, he typed a line, then deleted it, and finally sent a full stop to test it out.

Unexpectedly, it was sent out in the next second, and Xue He didn't block him.

He was flustered immediately, bowed his head to type, and didn't know what to say, before continuing to send, Xue He replied to him first.

【Xue He: What's the matter, brother. 】

Xue He was waiting for him to speak. Unexpectedly, Zhong Xun kept showing that he was typing, but he typed slowly for several minutes without uttering a word, so he couldn't help but ask first.

Zhong Xun was so suppressed that his cheeks were flushed and the roots of his ears were hot, and he couldn't speak no matter what, he felt like a fool.

Xue He sent another one.

【Xue He: What's wrong. 】

Zhong Xun wanted to ask too many questions, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he only typed out a few words in the end.

[Reported lost: It's okay, I have a question and I can't, I sent it to the wrong person. 】

Zhong Xun pursed his lips and wanted to put the phone aside, but before he put it down, it shook again in his palm.

[Xue He: Send it here. 】

Xue He is also a key university, and Zhong Xun couldn't find anyone to ask, so he simply took a photo and sent it to him.

About five or six minutes later, Xue He took a photo and sent him a draft paper.

Zhong Xun rubbed his fingertips to open it, looked down, his eyelashes trembled suddenly, and the phone screen was soaked with water, he raised his hand, only to feel that his face was full of tears.

It seems that all the grievances and root causes that cannot be expressed in words have been vented during this period of time.

On the draft paper, the strokes are sharp, and it is a complete problem-solving step. In the last meal, another line is written.

- It doesn't matter if you don't.

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The next chapter starts time Dafa——

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