Since I lost Zhao Lin, who was looking for trouble everywhere, I felt that the days of life were passing quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the third year of high school, and the eye-catching words on the blackboard also wrote on the blackboard how many days are left before the college entrance examination, telling us that there are not many days left.

I also started to work hard to learn mathematics, although every time I went to the math teacher, I would be scolded by the teacher for not knowing such a simple problem, but I would gradually understand it.

The old lady was too old to change our seats, and in her words:

"You're finally getting acquainted with you at the same table, so it's good to change to the same table."

So I got through the second year of high school with Qi Yao, although he still always peeked at the girl's thoughts I wrote, I still stepped on his feet every day, and I always knocked down the water cups and stools of my classmates in fights.

However, everyone is accustomed to this, as if it were a drama that is going to be played out every day.

"It's a senior in high school, you don't study hard to steal my things, be careful that I sue you for violating my privacy." This is the fifth time that Qi Yao has said this sentence today.

"It's just a mouthful, you have to do it."

Alas, I can't compete with him, so I won't waste my words with him.

At this time, the old lady suddenly appeared at the door in front of me, looked at me, and thought to myself: Why is the old lady staring at me, I, I just don't speak.

"Qi Ji, come out for a while."

Alas, I'm going to be criticized again, and what makes me even more angry is that Qi Yao clenched his fists at me:

"Strong men go all the way."

Come back and clean him up, I am very puzzled, if it is just talking in class, according to the old lady's unwilling temper, there is no need to call me out, is it that something happened?

My heart fluttered, and the first thing I thought of was my mother, who was in a trance and had a good chance of something happening.

"Teacher ......"

"Qi Ji, you should go home and see your father."

Father? Although my father is not young, he is very strong and works as a security guard in a community.

When I got out of the school gate, I saw my brother's car, and when I got into the car, my brother didn't say anything, and drove the car to maximum speed.

When I arrived at the hospital, it was my father who was lying in bed.

"Qi Ji, father, he ......" The brother's voice began to tremble, then whimpered, and finally let out a painful sound.

In my memory, my brother never cried, he always smiled and comforted me who cried.

I have to say that crying is contagious, I have been bullied at school, and I have been wronged, but I have told myself over and over again, no, they will laugh at you.

The medical examiner told me that my father was stabbed to death by robbers because of a burglary in the community.

Think of my father, who was kind enough to smile at me a few days ago, but never woke up again.

I fell to my knees.

"Father......"