Chapter 4 Black Jade Box

When Li Boyang returned home, it was already dark. He didn't know how long it had been since he passed out, but he felt that the black jade box that his eldest brother gave him didn't want to be seen, so he threw the books in his schoolbag indiscriminately, hid the jade box in the schoolbag, and then took out the key to open the door and enter the house.

"Stop!" his father's angry voice came, and Li Boyang didn't dare to move.

"Why did you come back so late?" said his mother, who rushed over and took him by the ear and walked into the narrow dining room, where his father sat on the edge of the dining table, the food on which had not been moved, but had been carefully fastened up with a basket.

"Tell me clearly, where are you going after school today?" shouted my father, "I won't beat you to make it clear, I can't tell you not to want to eat tonight." ”

Li Boyang looked up at the wall clock, it was half past six, and he came back three hours late.

"Tell you, who told you to look elsewhere?" said the father, who was furious, slapped his hand on the table, and stood up. Li Boyang knew that if he didn't open his mouth again, the hand would slap his face again.

"I was knocked unconscious after school," Li Boyang said hurriedly, "When I went to the back wall of the school, I saw several bad students, and I wanted to run, but before I could do it, one of them threw a stone and knocked me unconscious." ”

"What's the?" the father's face became even more gloomy, although he was still very angry, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his son. In fact, there is no need to ask, the blood stains on his son's face can still be seen. Sure enough, Li Boyang pointed to the wound on his head, which was not very big and had already scabbed. The mother carefully brushed her hair, looked at it, and couldn't help but complain distressedly: "You don't have anything to do with those bad students if you don't go home from school." With that, he went to get his wallet and took Boyang to the hospital.

"Don't go!" roared my father, "I'm not done yet, so I'm not allowed to go anywhere." The mother was anxious, rushed over and clenched her fists and shouted, "Is he your son?" The father replied, almost making the mother move, "If you die, you will die, and I will not give birth to such a disobedient thing." ”

Li Boyang turned around and walked away, he didn't even have the appetite for dinner. Although the quarrel between his parents is a daily routine, it is the last thing he likes to see. In fact, his father didn't really want to embarrass Boyang, but he wanted to establish a little authority at home, but his mother destroyed it, so he turned the finger at his mother and quarreled loudly.

They quarreled for almost a night, until Li Boyang fell asleep, and the quarrel next door was still rising.

The next day, his mother took Boyang to the hospital early in the morning to get a tetanus shot, and then took him to the school to find a teacher to report that he had been knocked unconscious on the back wall of the school. Seeing his mother talking to the teacher angrily, but the teacher listened to him with ignorance, Li Boyang had a feeling of hating his weakness. He is not a child of his age, but because of his parents' daily wars, he hates violence from the bottom of his heart. In addition, Li Boyang sometimes dozes off in class, and the teacher doesn't like him, so his image in the eyes of others is a bad student with no strength. It's not very annoying, but few people like to be around him. He wants to change all this, he wants others to recognize him, he wants to reassure his family, and more importantly, he wants his parents who seem terrible but are actually very powerless to be proud of themselves.

So, Li Boyang smiled.

"Mom, you go home first. Li Boyang said in an indifferent tone.

The teacher and mother stopped communicating and looked back at him in amazement.

"Mom, I'm fine," Li Boyang showed a sense of maturity that didn't match his age, "The teacher also has something to do." Besides, it's almost noon, you go grocery shopping and cook, or I'll go hungry when I get home from school. ”

"Are you okay?" the mother frowned, she didn't have nothing to do to come to the teacher to theorize, but she was worried that her son had been wronged and had nowhere to reason. Now that his son is telling himself that he is fine, he will not be able to get off the stage if he continues to entangle.

"I'm really fine. Li Boyang walked out of the teacher's office, and his mother had to follow out. "Boyang, don't play with bad boys, be careful. After school at noon, you have to go home for dinner, and your mother will make you something to eat. Li Boyang just nodded and walked into the classroom.

During class, Li Boyang found that his book was missing, and he remembered that he threw it away when he went home yesterday to hide the jade box, and he was so excited that he threw it outside, and it was estimated that he was picked up by picking up the rags. The Chinese teacher asked the students to prepare the books, and the group leaders checked them, and if they didn't bring the books, they had to go to the corridor to punish them. Book, Li Boyang thought, casually opened the box in the schoolbag, put his hand in, and immediately there was a cool air flow between his fingers, and he moved his fingers - the box was gone. Li Boyang's hands couldn't touch the box, he couldn't touch anything, he couldn't even touch the schoolbag. Li Boyang hurriedly lowered his head and looked into the schoolbag, there was nothing in the box, no bottom, no space, not even his own hands. It was as if the inside of the box was drawn and attached to the bottom of the bag. Shocked, he hurriedly withdrew his hands, only to find that the book he used in class was clutched tightly in his hand. Li Boyang was stunned. His book was obviously thrown away last night, how could he take it out of the box. He looked into the bag again, and the box was already covered, lying quietly in the bag, still a cube the size of the same size.

So he fumbled with the box for the whole class, letting the cool gas continue to swim between his fingers. As time went on, Li Boyang felt that his hand had established a connection with the box, it transmitted a very slight vibration to Li Boyang's hand, it was a subtle feeling, he intuitively knew that the box was alive, and he had lived for a long, long time, there was something in the box that wanted to talk to him and tell him something, but the connection between him and the box was not deep enough, so he could only put his hand in the box and continue to deepen this connection. The teacher naturally saw his behavior, but ignored him, and only snorted contemptuously in his heart - a bad student will always be a bad student.

When the class was about to end, Li Boyang was still immersed in the connection between his fingers and the box, and the sudden ringing of the bell startled him, his heart trembled, and he was so sad that he almost screamed. He endured the annoyance, and fell headlong on the desk, gasping for air. Li Boyang didn't know that his method of mental concentration was almost close to the Zen path in qigong practice, and he was most afraid of being disturbed by the outside world, and he might go crazy if he was not careful. Fortunately, Li Boyang didn't know any exercises, he just naturally let his body communicate with the external qi, and there was no qi circulating in the body, plus he was young and had no distracting thoughts.