Ren Yu took medicine for two days, but the cold not only did not get better, but worsened, his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and the high fever did not go away.

Ren's mother drove Ren Yu to the hospital to hang water, and prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs back, and the doctor told him not to go out recently, the outside has cooled down, and the air is not good, so as not to develop into pneumonia and trouble.

When she got home, Ren's mother first asked her aunt to ventilate the whole family, adjust the floor heating temperature, and then changed a thicker quilt to Ren Yu's room, staring at him and eating a handful of pills.

"I've been taking leave to stay at home for the past few days, how can it get worse?"

Ren Yu was lying on the bed, his face flushed with fever, and a layer of red blood under his eyes, he took the glass of water and took a sip, his long eyelashes hidden in the mist.

Someone leaned against the door frame, and there was a soft cut.

Ren Yu pretended not to hear it, and glanced at Ren Xun.

The aunt called Ren's mother away to discuss the arrangements for dinner, and now that there is a sick number at home, she has to eat lightly. As soon as Ren's mother went downstairs, Ren Xun drilled into Ren Yu's room, closed the door, and unceremoniously scooped up the swivel chair to sit, stepping on the edge of the table with a pair of long legs, pressing the wheels of the swivel chair to creak.

Ren Yu frowned, and taught his younger brother in a dumb voice: "You sit well." ”

Ren Xuncai didn't care, he gave Ren Yu a slap in the face, his posture did not change, he took a book from the bookshelf, looked at the cover, the selection of Olympiad questions, and threw it back in disgust.

"Don't mess with my book."

"What if I move?"

Ren Xun put on a posture of underbeating, but he still lowered his voice and made sure that there was no one outside the door before he spoke:

“...... Now the whole family is the only one who knows, you haven't rested at home honestly in the past two days, and you haven't gone to school, where have you been? How dare you say it? ”

Ren Yu glanced at him and kept silent.

"Don't worry, brother, if I don't say it, my parents won't know. I'm just curious, what the hell are you doing? ”

Ren Xun can't figure it out and secretly goes out to surf the Internet? Playing games? Or are you in love? Just take it out, and it can't match Ren Yu. Looking at the person lying on the bed, he was sick and unenergetic, and his eyes were as red as rabbits.

What is there out there that makes him run outside rather than get sick?

It seems that even the best child will have secrets.

It was the beginning of January 2011, and Anseong, located in the northeast of the country, was as cold as ever. There were no clouds in the sky, and it was as dark as ashes. People are expecting a heavy snowfall that will sweep away all the dust and haze and wash the sky.

The first semester of the second year of high school is over, and the last week is exam week. Ren Yu returned to school before the start of the first exam.

There were countless papers and English newspapers piled up on the desk, announcing to him the progress he had fallen behind, and the key class was a millimeter short and a thousand miles away. There are some sundries on the table, Ren Yu cleared it with his hands, put it back into the table hole of the same table together, and then silently sorted out the rolling paper, each subject was divided into categories, and clamped with a long tail clip.

Zuo Jing and a few boys ran into the classroom with a football in their arms, saw someone standing in front of their seats, and then looked at it, it was Ren Yu, and pounced:

"Whatever happens! Elder brother! You're my brother! You're back, do you know how I'm going to live without you......"

Ren Yu worked hard, pulled out the arm that was held tightly by Zuo Jing, and shook it in disgust: "Don't be disgusting." ”

"How can it be disgusting?" Zuo Jing said that he was serious.

Although he and Ren Yu are in key classes, Ren Yu is very good at every subject, and he is seriously biased, except for mathematics, which is the level at which he can participate in the competition and get a guaranteed place, and the other subjects are all hastily passed.

If you are here, he can also copy Chinese homework, English newspapers or something.

"You're not here these days, the seat in front of me is empty, no one is blocking it for me, and I don't dare to sleep in Chinese class."

Ren Yu put all the rolling papers into his schoolbag, didn't answer Zuo Jing's words, was silent for a while, and turned around and knocked on Zuo Jing's table: "Hey." ”

"You say what you say." Zuo Jing squeezed out a flattering smile: "That, can you do an English paper first?" It was the winter vacation homework left by the English teacher in advance, and I was in a hurry to copy it. ”

Ren Yu was helpless, so he took out the roll paper again, flipped out a few English sheets from it, and spread them out on the table.

During the exam week, no teacher will be arranged to attend classes, and they will all be self-study, so they will use half a self-study class time to hastily end their English homework, roll it into a paper tube, and hand it to the back seat.

"Okay, I didn't write the essay, you can do it yourself."

Zuo Jing took it with great gratitude, and folded his hands and bowed: "Thank you, big guy." ”

He was in a hurry to copy, but Ren Yu didn't twist his head back, but leaned sideways and lowered his head, staring at the tip of his shoe, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zuo Jing knew that Ren Yu must have something to say, so he didn't rush to ask, he lowered his head and copied the scroll violently, and the quiet classroom was filled with low-frequency white noise.

I don't know how long it took, Zuo Jing finished copying a scroll, and Ren Yu finally made a move.

He took a breath, looked at Zuo Jing, stopped talking, and opened his mouth, as if the next words to be said were very difficult.

Zuo Jing poked his head and motioned to him.

"That...... Did anything happen at school during the days I wasn't at school? ”

"Huh?"

Zuo Jing took the other end of the pen and tapped on his temple: "What's going on...... Something happens every day, this week the mobile red flag in our class is gone, Lao Shang is so angry that he dropped a water glass, Jiang Di They were caught smoking in the men's toilet and were caught by the grade director, as if they were looking for parents, what else...... I want to think about it......"

With a light cough, Ren Yu interrupted him: "...... Is there anything else going on in other classes besides our class? ”

Zuo Jing blinked twice, and he couldn't get the subtext of Ren Yu at all.

looked at each other speechlessly, and finally Ren Yu collapsed his shoulders first: "Before, Zhou Haixu from the art class...... What's going on with that? ”

Zuo Jing let out a "ha" question: "There's no progress, isn't that the end of the matter?" ”

In fact, Zuo Jing also heard it, after all, it is not a glorious thing, and the school does not want to make a big fuss, so try to control everyone's discussion.

It is said that the head teacher, Mr. Ji, found Zhou Haixu's parents, and under the witness of the grade director, Zhou Haixu apologized to Jiang Limei in person and promised that there would be no more offense in the future.

It's all teenagers, and no one wants to ruin their child's future, and this is the end of the matter.

Zuo Jing was as indignant as many boys, Zhou Haixu's behavior caused public anger, not to mention girls, everyone would dislike it. They discussed privately that whether it was playing ball, physical education class, or study group, they should not take Zhou Haixu with him, so that he would die completely.

The classroom was quiet, and Zuo Jing lowered his voice and snorted: "It's disgusting to see his nest." ”

"What about Jiang Limei?" Almost blurted out, Ren Yu asked urgently.

"Jiang Limei? There should be nothing wrong, and Zhou Haixu probably doesn't have the courage to provoke her again. ”

The voice was still loud, and the table mate frowned and glared at Zuo Jing, and pounded him hard with his elbow.

Zuo Jing pursed his lips, suddenly remembered something, and asked Ren Yu: "You want to know about the art class, can't you ask your brother directly?" ”

Ren Yu's hand hanging under the table was clenched, but his face pretended to be calm, put on an impatient look, and reached out to pull the English paper: "Do you still copy it?" ”

"Copy, copy, copy." Zuo Jing decisively pressed down the rolling paper, and with a snap, a knife flew from the same table.

Outside, the north wind howled, burrowing into the cracks of the unclosed windows, making a shrill roar, and the students standing up in front of the window stood up and pulled the window to death, also keeping out the last trace of cold.

The classroom was warm like spring.

Some people are scribbling, some are whispering, some are staring at the empty desktop in a daze.

Ren Yu couldn't explain to Zuo Jing, the reason why he didn't ask Ren Xun was because in this matter, Zhou Haixu was not the object of his concern, and Jiang Limei was the only one he was concerned about and worried about.

Zuo Jing thinks that this matter is over, although it is sloppy, although it is as disgusting as a bug in the gutter, and even after thinking about it, it will still make you sick to your stomach, but at least, it is over.

Ren Yu doesn't think so.

He couldn't tell what the reason for the panic, and it became more and more inflated, his eyes fell on the light wood-colored desk, and he had the illusion that the desktop was distorting and changing, and all that was drawn was Jiang Limei's helpless and panicked face. Although she had never shown that emotion in front of him.

Ren Yu still felt a feeling of suffocation that was difficult to breathe.

He couldn't stand Jiang Limei being bullied, and he couldn't stand Jiang Limei being bullied and had to swallow his anger.

What he couldn't stand the most was that he couldn't share all her emotions.

She never even remembered him, she didn't even recognize who he was.

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The final exam lasts for three days. On the first day, everything was normal in Chinese and English, but after the math test on the second day, some people began to look depressed.

It's too difficult.

Rao is Ren Yu's key class is also depressed, no one can afford to answer the answer, and some people even discuss, is this really a question in the second year of high school? Isn't it too over-the-top?

The head teacher stood on the podium with his chest crossed, looking at the little heads in the classroom, angry and funny:

"Don't forget, you have completed all the courses in high school, and the progress is much faster than that of the parallel class, if you still think the questions are difficult, it is your own problem, the college entrance examination is so severe, do you think it's a joke, so easy?"

No one spoke.

The bell rang for the end of class, the head teacher walked out of the classroom, and some whispers came out. Zuo Jing is the most heartless one, and when he came back from the toilet, he passed by Ren Yu's seat, and unceremoniously smoked a few pieces of Ren Yu's paper to wipe his hands.

"I said brothers, don't be depressed, tomorrow there are three departments of physicochemistry, biology, and biology, if you want to cry, you will cry together tomorrow."

A few girls got together to chat, and when they heard Zuo Jing's words, they turned around and slashed him angrily.

Syllable. A ball of paper twisted from scratch paper flew in the air and smashed directly on Zuo Jing's head.

"Zuo Jing, shut up, don't bother."

"Damn, I'm not wrong." Zuo Jing sat on his desk, stretched out his hands behind Ren Yu, and shook Ren Yu's shoulders vigorously: "Look at us Ren Yu, what is the first in the school year?" Are people complaining like you? ”

Ren Yu pulled off the earphone cable and shook off the hand on his shoulder: "You are really noisy." ”

"Originally, it was supposed to be a good psychological quality, but this is not good, is it necessary to go to an ambulance for the college entrance examination?"

Zuo Jing stepped on the back of Ren Yu's chair, kicked hard, turned his body one hundred and eighty degrees, and jumped off the table.

"Hey Renyu, let me tell you, the derivative problem just now ......"

Suddenly.

There was a very rapid sound of footsteps in the hallway, and a burst scream.

The noisy classroom fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at each other, as if frightened by the terrifying scream.

Someone asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The footsteps outside became heavier and more chaotic, and someone in the next classroom ran out, passing by the door like a shadow, and ran quickly in the direction of the stairs.

"Holy, it's on fire?" Someone asked in a whisper.

Zuo Jing was still the one who couldn't bear it the most, and he got up and was about to go out to have a look, but he bumped into his table at the front door of the classroom who had just returned from outside.

Still no one dared to speak, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant and covetous.

The same table ran back, his chest rose and fell violently, his voice trembled, and he stopped Zuo Jing:

"Don't go out."

"What's wrong?"

“...... Someone, someone jumped off the building. ”