He Beichen rode his bicycle to the front of the residential building, and the breeze blew in and blew the hair on his forehead.

Lao He stood up from the stone table in front of the building and patted the dust on his pants.

"Lao He, are you leaving? Play two more. ”

"That's it, what time is it, so anxious to go back?" The white-haired old man beside him persuaded.

"Don't play, don't play. The grandson is back, it's time to cook for the grandson. ”

Lao He smiled, and the folds on his face appeared. As he spoke, he walked towards the residential building.

Leaving a group of old people behind their backs to discuss: "Lao He really loves his grandson." ”

"Isn't it? Every time his grandson came, he was busy buying this and that. ”

"Hey, I heard that his grandson is very good at studying."

"Isn't that right? From the key middle school, Lao He is very proud every time he talks about it. ”

"He's a good old man, if only I had such a competitive grandson."

The old people muttered and were jealous like children.

"Chenchen, what do you want to eat at noon?" Lao He asked while rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Whatever, you can watch and do it, I can eat anything."

He Beichen walked to the TV, pressed the power, and returned to the sofa.

The boy watched the TV with relish, and from time to time there were two laughs, but the old man began to get busy in the kitchen.

"How many times have I told you, I'm coming to Grandpa's house today."

He Beichen picked up the phone and said angrily.

"What's the delay? How long can it be delayed. As he spoke, Beichen "snapped" and cut off the phone.

"What's the matter, Chenchen, who are you angry with?"

Lao He was stir-frying, vaguely heard the movement in the living room, put down the vegetable spatula in his hand, and walked out.

Xie Lan's phone call made He Beichen uninterested in watching TV again, he turned off the TV and was silent.

Lao He didn't know what was going on, and asked tentatively, "Chenchen, are you angry with your mother again?" ”

He Beichen sat on the sofa in a daze, as if he hadn't heard.

Lao He saw that his hot face was sticking to his cold buttocks, and he couldn't say anything.

He had just walked to the kitchen, rummaged through the dishes at the bottom of the pot, and heard his grandson's voice again.

"What are you going to do? I told you I wasn't going. Are you trying to drive me crazy? ”

He Beichen roared and slammed the phone on the dining table.

Before Lao He could speak, Bei Chen stood up, carrying his bag and planning to walk out the door.

"Chenchen, where are you going?" Lao He was so anxious that he walked out with a vegetable shovel.

"Grandpa, I still have something to do, I can't eat at home."

"Hey, don't go. It'll be fine right away, and I'll leave after eating. Lao He was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"No, grandpa, I'm really in trouble." As he spoke, the door slammed shut.

Beichen rode his bicycle neatly and rode towards the street.

"Isn't that the grandson of the Lao He family?"

"That's right, didn't he just come here for a while, why is he leaving?"

"Who knows? Probably something urgent, right? ”

The old people playing cards at the stone table were full of doubts.

They were muttering when they saw Lao He walk out of the unit building.

"Lao He, why did you come down again? Aren't you going to cook for your grandchildren? ”

"Well, don't mention it." Lao He waved his hand, looking indescribable.

"What's wrong, Lao He?"

"As soon as I put the food in the pot, the person left." Lao He shook his head.

"So what did he do?"

"Who knows?" Lao He said, sighing.

The sun was blazing, and Beichen was speeding down the streets, beads of sweat sticking to his hair.

He stopped the car and ran in.

"The site selection conditions of the port are as follows......

The man in front of the whiteboard looked at He Beichen, who was sweating profusely, and stopped lecturing.

"He Beichen, why are you here? See for yourself what time it is? The next time you come so late, you won't have to come. ”

He Beichen angrily threw his bag on the table and sat there with a disdainful expression.

The boy stared at the man steadily, staring at him motionlessly.

"He Beichen, what are you staring at me for? Don't you know how to open your textbook?

You say, what's the use of your mother spending so much money on you? You don't listen well. The man shook his head at him.

"It's useless, I'll do what you say." He Beichen retorted.

"I don't want to care if you don't listen, everyone else still wants to listen."

Beichen sat absent-mindedly in his seat, sweat sliding down his neck and onto his desk.

While the others were still packing their things, Beichen couldn't wait to go out.

"He Beichen, you stay for a while." The man patted the chalk dust on his hands.

Bei Chen turned around impatiently: "What's the matter, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Your recent form has not been right, I hope you can adjust it."

"Okay." Saying that, Beichen was going to leave again.

"He Beichen, what's wrong with you lately? Where's your positivity? You think you're learning well, don't you?

Don't have to work harder? The man walked towards Beichen, his eyes full of disappointment.

"I'm tired, is that okay? Why do you want me to be full of spirit at all times?

It's Sunday, and I still have a lot of classes, so don't you allow me to slack off a little? ”

"No, I can't. Do you want to relax? So what are all your previous efforts? You're going to watch yourself fall little by little? ”

"Hmph", "Drop it, let it be." Bei Chen said casually.

"He Beichen, can you take some responsibility for yourself? Everyone expects a lot from you, don't let us down. ”

The man clenched his fists, trying to suppress his emotions.

"Responsibility? Why don't I pay the liability? I've always tried to live the way you want to be.

But no matter how hard I try, the result will still disappoint you. What the hell are you going to do with me? ”

He Beichen said, sobbing.

"You go, you're excited right now. We'll talk about it when you've calmed down another day. ”

After Beichen left, the man sighed heavily: "Why would he talk to me like this today?"

Could it really be that something is wrong with my education style? ”

He Beichen opened the door of the house like a walking corpse, and he didn't plan to deal with Xie Lan.

But he saw the woman sitting at the dinner table and rolled her eyes at herself.

"You still have the face to come back?"

"Why didn't I come back?" He Beichen and the woman looked at each other.

"Don't you like to go to your grandfather's house? What are you going to do when you come back? Xie Lan slapped it violently.

"I haven't been to my grandfather's house for so long, what's wrong with going there?" He Beichen stacked his schoolbag on the ground.

"He Beichen, do you know that you are in your third year of high school? You went to your grandfather's house and were delayed for a few hours?."

"How many hours did I delay? Isn't it enough that I didn't even have to eat and went to make up for the lessons? ”

"You deserve it, don't you know you have classes in the afternoon? Who let you go? ”

"Mom, you're enough. As I said, I don't want to make up geography. Beichen gasped with anger.

"Why don't you make it up? Did you get the first place in the exam? Did you know that geography is your weak subject? ”

"My weak subject? In your eyes, if you don't take the first test, you are a weak subject. ”

"He Beichen, in your current state, you are still self-righteous. I tell you, being surpassed by others, divided into kinds. ”

"Come then, I'll wait."

"Tell me about you, when will you grow up. It's all in high school, and everyone is starting to get anxious, and you're like a nobody all day long. ”

"They are in a hurry, I don't need to be in a hurry."

"He Beichen, I warn you, you give me more seriousness in the future." Xie Lan stood up.

"I'm serious enough. I'll take one day off a week, and you're all right.

From morning to evening, I had a full schedule of ......"

"Shut up. Do you have a conscience? Isn't that for your good? Where do you think you got such a high score? It's not that I took the money to pile it up. Xie Lan pushed away the vase on the table.

The delicate vase fell to the ground and shattered with a "snap".

"Whoever told you to take the pile of money, you are willing." He Beichen said angrily.

"You ......"

He Beichen ignored Xie Lan and slammed the door of the study.

"I'll tell you, make me a set of essays and then come out, and if you can't finish it, you won't be allowed to eat. Do I think you can do it?

If you have the ability, don't come out! Xie Lan's hysterical roar came from the room.

Silent tears slipped down He Beichen's cheeks, and he kept sobbing, extremely uncomfortable.

In a fit of rage, he threw all the books on his desk to the ground.

Looking at the small room, he stomped his feet in anger.

The boy really didn't understand why he He Beichen wanted to live like this, and he was extremely depressed.

Inadvertently, the Ingisha knife on the bookcase caught his attention.

He thought about death, whether as long as he died, he didn't have to be so painful.

He Beichen lifted his toes and took the knife off the bookcase.

The scabbard was removed, revealing the snow-white blade.

Bei Chen suddenly hesitated, he didn't dare to die, he was afraid of death.

He slashed his arm with a sharp blade, blood pouring out like a wave.

Bei Chen saw streams of blood coming out of the knife, followed by a sharp pain.

He smiled, he loved the pain that gave him an illusion of detachment.

Bei Chen slashed his arm with the blade of his knife again, and his smooth skin was immediately dripping with blood.

His blood dripped onto the pure white floor, staining it blood-red.

Time passed little by little, and he was cutting himself with a knife, and the pain of his skin made him forget himself and reality.

He looked at his wounds and giggled like a madman.

The blood flowed more and more, slowly filling the entire desk.

I don't know how long it took, Bei Chen began to cry bitterly, and his tears flowed down with blood.

Gradually, he began to become weak.

In a trance, Beichen lost consciousness and collapsed on the blood-stained desk.

On the table, the blood stained with the Ingisha knife was still dripping downward.