After the Chinese New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, the winter vacation of the senior high school students is over, and they will return to class on the seventh day of junior high school.

Tu Mochu received an email as soon as he arrived, "Lucifer, give you one last chance to finish the program!" ——K。 ”

After reading this email, Tu Mochu clicked the mouse and deleted it without hesitation.

After a long time, he still didn't receive a reply from Tu Mochu, and the people over there were negotiating.

"What if he refuses to complete the procedure?"

K sneered, "Is it up to him to choose?" Didn't he want a normal life, take the college entrance examination and go to college? An eighteen-year-old yellow-haired boy just let him know that he can't be a normal person in his life, and only we can accept a monster like him. ”

Spring is coming, and the tender green willow branches are gently swaying in the spring breeze. There are still three months to go before the college entrance examination, and not only is the atmosphere in the third year of high school tense on campus, but even the students in the first and second years of high school have also been affected and have become much calmer.

Zhao Baoyun will talk to some classmates every evening self-study and give them psychological counseling.

For students in the small city of N City, A University is not easy to test. Jing Lin was afraid that she would not perform well in the college entrance examination, so she was very careful in her review. When she was a child, her reflexes were not as good as those of her peers, but with her advanced memory and hard work, her grades have always been good, and she has a good mentality, and will predict everything to the worst, so that there will be surprises if she succeeds, and she will not be discouraged if she fails.

Tu Mochu is very powerful, his score will definitely be able to be admitted to A University, she can only work harder to follow in his footsteps.

In the second semester of the third year of high school, the management of the No. 6 Middle School, which has always been loose, was suddenly strict, and from time to time, class teachers and school leaders took turns to inspect them, so that students were worried and clamped their tails to be good students.

Jing Lin's third and fifth class of high school also implements a mobile phone collection system, and the hand-held phone is handed over to the head teacher Zhao Baoyun for safekeeping every week, and then distributed back to the students on weekends. I can't wait to put my students' heads on their desks and let them go up another level in the last 100 days.

When the countdown date on the blackboard was still sixty days away, a post went viral in the forum.

The first to see the news was Zhuang Yi. Her expression changed suddenly when she saw the post at first glance, and the more she looked at it, the whiter her face became, and at the end, the whole person was in a trance. How can it be? It's absolutely impossible!

She abruptly got up from her seat and walked to Jing Lin's desk, "You tell me, this is fake, isn't it?" You know him, he must not be ...... Remnant ......" Zhuang Yi gritted his teeth and couldn't speak.

Jing Lin was originally concentrating on reviewing, but when she heard the words, she raised her eyes and her eyes fell on Zhuang Yi's mobile phone.

It was a post about picking people from the past.

The anti-narcotics police have made great contributions and rescued many innocent families. However, the families of two detectives were subjected to a frenzied revenge when drug traffickers kidnapped two children, one with his hands cut off and the other with his calf cut off. In a frenzy, the criminals deliberately dropped the severed hands and legs at the victims' doorsteps so that their mothers could see their children's severed limbs with their own eyes.

Later, the two children were rescued. The child whose hand was amputated could not be rescued because of excessive blood loss. And the child whose legs were cut off survived strongly.

The photo in the slightly yellowed old newspaper shows the child lying on the hospital bed, with a pale face and a mutilated body, which only occupies the size of a tofu block.

The criminal policeman who made a meritorious service is called Tu Yiqian, and the child whose legs were cut off is Tu Mochu. Time has passed so long that the misfortune of this family has been gradually forgotten by the world.

The little boy in the photo is a small group, and Jing Lin's stunned fall on his empty eyes.

Chang Zi stammered and said, "Jing Lin, you ...... Why are you crying? ”

Is it? As soon as Jing Lin touched her cheeks, she burst into tears.

Zhuang Yi saw her reaction, understood everything, and immediately snatched back her mobile phone. She still can't accept that the first person she likes is a liar, and the second teenager she admires is a ...... Crippled.

The name Tu Mochu no longer means that the bad student with a bad reputation in No. 3 Middle School, he is the first in everyone's hearts.

Jing Lin got up and ran outside the school. The post had been published for a day, it was too late, she knew it too late.

When Hua Zhipeng and the others swiped this post, they thought it was ridiculous at first, how could it be? For nearly three years, Brother Mo has played basketball and run with them, they have been together for so long, how can this be? The title of the post reads, "The boy with a broken leg in the past, now pretends to be a rich second generation." ”

Then he saw the weak boy in the photo, Hua Zhipeng's face changed suddenly, "I'll fuck it!" Which turtle grandson did it! He was like an angry little lion, "Jiang Da, you go and check, check this person's IP, find out who it is, Lao Tzu killed him!" ”

Jiang Da's face was solemn and he glanced at Tu Mochu. And Tu Mo was surprisingly calm.

Tu Mochu held the pen and continued to calculate the problem......

Jiang Da gritted his teeth, "I'll have people delete the post now." ”

He deleted the post, only to find that it seemed to have the ability to reproduce, but if he deleted one, the next one would pop up.

Tu Mochu lowered his eyes, and his pen did not stop......

Ji Hengwei also saw this post, and he was stunned for several minutes. For the first time in a few years, instead of indulging in reading, I deleted a post about a class with Jiang Da and them.

But there are too many to delete. No matter how many people you ask to delete it together, a new post will appear the next moment.

Ji Hengwei's eyes were red. He looked at the screen of his mobile phone and felt even weaker than if he did not do well in the exam.

Tu Mochu was always calm, he finished all his homework before he got up and left the classroom, ready to go back to his apartment.

He was quite famous in school, after all, he didn't study well at first, he didn't come to class for three days, and then he experienced a "cheating" storm, and almost everyone in the school knew him. Tu Mochu walked all the way from the classroom to the school gate, and countless eyes quietly looked at his legs.

Hua Zhipeng ran over to catch up with him, "Brother Mo." The tears of this heartless rich second generation in the past are about to come out, "Don't worry, someone must have deliberately retaliated and waited until the evening...... We'll be able to delete all the posts in the evening, and when we find that person, we'll kill him. ”

Tu Mochu glanced at him lightly, "No, you can go back." ”

"What about you?"

Tu Mochu was silent for a moment, and replied indifferently: "Prepare for the college entrance examination." "He's going to get into A-University.

As the sun sets, the back of the young man looks particularly lonely. Hua Zhipeng roared angrily and almost cried.

Jing Lin squatted under Tu Mochu's small apartment, he brought her here once, and she remembered it.

The spring breeze blew softly, and the branches were green. The birds chirped and tilted their heads to look at the girl who was constantly wiping her tears.

Jing Lin broke off the stems of the weeds and weaved them alternately. Before he came back, Jing Lin had finished crying and wiped away her tears.

Tu Mochu casually put his schoolbag on his shoulder, he walked past the small flower bed next to the apartment, and was hugged by a soft person. "Tu Mochu!"

He smiled, "Hmm. Why did Linlin come over? Isn't it necessary to review well? ”

Jing Lin lowered her eyes, "I'm so sleepy, I slept on the desk, and I woke up and found that I missed you very much." ”

Tu Mochu looked down at the little head buried in his chest, "Well, I miss you too." ”

Jing Lin asked him, "How much do you want to?" ”

Tu Mochu touched her hair silently, and kissed her lightly on the top of her hair, "On the way back, I saw the magnolia open, I saw it, and I thought you would like it." ”

He spread out his hand, revealing a white magnolia flower.

"And what if I don't come?"

Tu Mochu did not answer. Because whether she comes or not, he just gets used to doing it every day.

Jing Lin accepted the flower, "I also have a gift for you, you stretch out your hand." She said, "No, it's the left hand." ”

Tu Mochu obediently changed hands.

Jing Lin opened his clenched palm and put the tender green branch into his ring finger, which was a braided ring, just the right size.

Jing Lin asked shyly, "Do you like it?" ”

Tu Mochu's throat moved, "I like it." ”

Jing Lin stood on tiptoe with a smile and stroked the corners of his mouth with her fingertips, "Tu Mochu, you have to laugh when you're happy, and cry when you're sad, you can't live like a machine, you'll suffocate yourself." ”

Tu Mochu looked at the "ring" on his ring finger, and was ruthless for a long time, but he was not willing to return it to her, he clenched his fists. Her real ring will be given to another person later, and he has this ...... It's enough to have this.

Jing Lin blinked and said, "I'm very greedy, I'll give you this now, in a few years, do you really know if you want to pay me back?" She looked serious, and his silence was reflected in her watery eyes.

Tu Mochu replied: "Okay." ”

Jing Lin happily took a step back and tilted her head to look at him, "Oops, whose boyfriend is this?" It's really generous and handsome. ”

The corners of Tu Mochu's mouth curved imperceptibly.

When Tu Mo first went to school on Monday, he found that most of his classmates were no longer curious to look at his legs.

Ji Hengwei nervously stood at the door of the classroom to let out the wind, and said with his mouth: "Brother Mo is here, here!" ”

Hua Zhipeng made an "OK" gesture and took out a thick booklet.

When Tu Mochu walked into the classroom, the students did not have strange eyes like yesterday, but as in the past, those who studied seriously were immersed in the questions, and those who did not like to study continued to play, and no one was abnormal.

Tu Mochu raised his eyes, a little surprised.

Hua Zhipeng ran over and stuffed a booklet into his hand, and he said seriously: "Brother Mo, my brothers didn't give you a gift last time for your birthday, and I made it up today." ”

Tu Mochu glanced at him inquiringly, Hua Zhipeng coughed, it was the first time to do such a sensational thing, and the second generation felt very uncomfortable.

Tu Mochu turned the first page, and the ugly and big characters were written crookedly, "Brother Mo is the coolest in the world!" - Hua Zhipeng".

The following is Jiang Da's, "Brother Mo is awesome, always first".

Then turn it into the font of primary school students, "Brother Mo takes the college entrance examination Cambridge, Cambridge!" - Ji Hengwei". In Ji Hengwei's heart, Cambridge has the most lofty status.

Tu Mochu continued to flip through the pages, and wrote thousands of messages. The ones he knew, the ones he didn't know, the boys' and the girls', from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, every sentence was an encouragement, and even Qiao Hui wrote a blessing on it.

Hua Zhipeng, Jiang Da and Ji Hengwei ran for a whole day with this notebook, full of messages, and finally gathered into one sentence, "Come on, Tu Mochu!" ”

Tu Mochu clenched the book tightly and was silent.

It turns out that the world is not only malicious and lonely, and it turns out that the people around him can not care so much about his inadequacy. I can't be a completely good person, but it seems to be a good choice to stop doing bad things.