"If you don't win, then you can only count yourself unlucky. Touching the lottery number in his hand, Chu Qiankun muttered to himself.

"You can't buy it on the edge of the community, they are all acquaintances, and it's better not to show your money. ”

"Now it's 2004, the grand prize of more than 20 million yuan, at this time will definitely cause a huge sensation, and it is easy to expose the identity of a small place. ”

"It seems that you can't buy it locally, so you can only go to Dongzhou to buy it. ”

"Only in the provincial capital city will there be no big shock, and no one will know themselves. ”

"Now I take the car to Dongzhou, and there is still plenty of time. ”

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Chu Qiankun, who had thought about the problem thoroughly, put the lottery ticket close to him, took his mobile phone, and hurried out without eating breakfast.

Shanshui City Long-distance Station, Because it was Friday, there were not many people taking the train in the morning, and the ticket window soon took Chu Qiankun's turn.

"Hello, I'm buying a ticket to Dongzhou as fast as possible. Chu Qiankun said to the staff inside.

The female conductor in a white shirt operated on the computer for a while, and then said to Chu Qiankun: "The earliest train to Dongzhou still departs in 5 minutes, if you want, you can still issue tickets now!"

"Yes!" Chu Qiankun shouted without hesitation, and handed over a fifty yuan bill neatly.

I trotted all the way and finally got into the bus before the doors closed.

Since last year, the long-distance buses sent from Shanshui City to Dongzhou City, the provincial capital, are operated in the form of shuttle buses, which run every hour, and it will be very convenient to travel between the two places.

The car was very empty, with more than 30 seats, and more than a dozen passengers were sitting scattered, and they were basically sitting in the front half of the car. Chu Qiankun walked directly to the back of the car, and one person occupied a whole row of positions.

Looking at the people in front of him who were basically pretending to sleep, and touching the lottery numbers hidden close to him, Chu Qiankun was full of emotion in his heart. With this 20 million foundation, what kind of changes will happen in your future life, and where will you go?

"I believe that my future will be wonderful, Mom and Dad, you are watching in heaven, I will definitely take you to live in the best villa, I will definitely take the most beautiful daughter-in-law, give birth to the smartest and smartest children, so that you can be the happiest grandparents in heaven. Chu Qiankun was full of confidence, and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

After speaking, he took off the backpack he was carrying, unzipped it and took out his notebook, ready to organize and record the things in his memory.

Due to his hurry, the bag that Chu Qiankun carried was what he usually used to go to school to endorse, looking at the senior year textbook in the bag, Chu Qiankun realized that he had made a big mistake. Today is Friday, and he skipped class without asking the head teacher for leave.

Today's morning reading and the first class are both Chinese classes of Wu Qingai, the homeroom teacher who is affectionately called "dear" by her classmates, and Chu Qiankun is trembling when she thinks of her dear black face after she finds out that she has skipped class.

His homeroom teacher is a married woman in her thirties, and her teaching level is top-notch in Shanshui No. 1 Middle School, and she is an excellent teacher at the county level all year round, and she is also a frequent visitor at the provincial and municipal levels.

In the current Chu Qiankun's view, this rather feminine head teacher is good at everything, but the requirements for their studies are too high and too strict, and he is ruthless and absolutely iron-blooded to suppress students who do not abide by discipline.

It is precisely because of the strict requirements of the class teacher that the third (1) class of Shanshui No. 1 Middle School, where Chu Qiankun is located, is the class with the best learning discipline, the best average academic performance, and the most high-achieving students in the whole grade, and it is a benchmark excellent class in the whole school.

Regret didn't help, Chu Qiankun took out his mobile phone nervously, found that there were several missed calls, and didn't bother to check whose call it was, so he quickly dialed a number to go out, and the phone was quickly connected.

An anxious and immature voice came from the mobile phone: "My Kun Shao, where have you gone, why haven't you come to the classroom yet, my dear has been looking for you several times." ”

Before Chu Qiankun could speak, there was an interrogation on the other side of the phone.

"Young Master Ming, how is your dear's face today, is it cloudy or rainy?"

"Well, what do you think it will be? Of course, the clouds are thickening, and if you don't show up again, I guess the storm is about to come, and you don't want to hurt everyone, brother." ”

The male classmate on the other side of the phone, who was called Young Master Ming by Chu Qiankun, swallowed his saliva and continued: "The squad leader has asked me about you several times, how do I know what you are doing, and you won't answer your phone?"

"Oh, sorry, my phone was on mute, I didn't hear it. Chu Qiankun changed his mobile phone to the other ear and continued: "I had a cold and fever last night, and now I still have a headache? ”

He did have a fever yesterday, but a crossing made him recover quickly, and it wasn't a complete lie.

"You have a fever, won't you, after we gave you your birthday last night, are you still going crazy alone, otherwise how could you have a cold and fever inexplicably?"

"I don't know, I just went to the bridge for a spin, and I didn't do anything else, I also felt a little inexplicable. ”

This cold and fever came very suddenly, and Chu Qiankun, who has always been in good health, really had this illness inexplicably.

In his previous life, Chu Qiankun also made an in-depth analysis of this illness, and finally came to the conclusion. The death of his parents made him feel heavy, although he couldn't see anything on the surface, but the three-month depression has been superimposed, plus a few good classmates celebrated his birthday that night, drank a lot of wine, and then he ran to the cross-lake bridge to blow the wind for a long time, several factors combined, so that his body that has been holding hard finally can't stand it.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"It's a lot better, but I can't go to class, so you can help me take a leave of absence first." ”

Just when Chu Qiankun said this, the bus honked its horn for a while because of overtaking.

"How do I hear the horn of the car, aren't you resting at home?"

Chu Qiankun thought about it for a while, but he still didn't tell the other party about his trip to Dongzhou, and he couldn't find a suitable reason, so it was better to hide it in good faith, and if he couldn't explain it clearly, it was better not to say it.

"Well, I'm taking a taxi to the hospital? ”

"Oh, then you go to the doctor first, I'll see you after school. ”

"Don't come here, wait for the doctor to prepare the medicine, I'm going to go to my uncle's house for two days." ”

"Alright then, take care of yourself and get some rest!"

After hanging up the phone, Chu Qiankun, who was relieved, thought helplessly: After telling a lie, he had to use countless lies to cover it up. In this short phone call, I didn't know how many lies I had said, but fortunately they were not malicious lies, otherwise I would definitely feel guilty.

Sitting alone in the last row of seats, with occasional bumps, Chu Qiankun wrote and drew in his notebook, recording the things he felt needed to be recorded in his memory.

If someone watched him record from the side, they would definitely be surprised to find that what Chu Qiankun recorded in his notebook was not Chinese, nor English, or other words. Rather, it is a complex set of codes composed of Chinese, numbers, English letters, special symbols, and some are even simple drawings.

At this time, in the classroom of the third (1) class of Shanshui No. 1 Middle School, he also hung up the phone, and Xu Ziming, the young master of Ming in Chu Qiankun's mouth, was having a headache How to help Chu Qiankun go to the head teacher to ask for leave. Holding a Chinese textbook in his hand, but he has no intention of reading, his head is drooping, his eyes are empty, and he feels that life is worse than death.

"Xu Ziming, was it Chu Qiankun's phone call just now?" Just as Xu Ziming was thinking about whether he wanted to go to Hushan for his brother, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

Without looking up, he also knew that this was the squad leader Ouyang Duxue asking him.

The cold beauty and the cold voice, this question seemed cold and abnormal to outsiders, but when it came to Xu Ziming's ears, it made him feel like a spring breeze.

Xu Ziming, who was unusually surprised, said silently in his heart: "Ouyang Daban Leader, Duxue Dapanhua, you are simply Guanyin Bodhisattva in the world." ”