Shut up, little mouth.
After the teacher left the podium, Lin Nanyan packed up the things in his hands and looked down.
Jiang Qing stopped writing the test and saw his back as he stood up. She turned her body back casually, trying to hear something.
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, but Chen Heng didn't pay attention until something seemed to be dropped next to his ear.
He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the noise. He saw a light blue box, not very big.
He raised his eyes, straightened his back, looked at the person who brought the things, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is this?"
Lin Nanyan: "Chen Xu gave it to you."
Chen Heng's expression froze. "Chen, Xu," he muttered, his words grinding in his mouth with an inexplicable emotion. "He hasn't left yet?"
Lin Nanyan didn't comment on his change. He was very calm: "I met him in the bathroom, and he was later taken away by a group of bodyguards."
"Got it, thank you." His gaze passed the box and fell on the person in front of him.
"You're welcome." Lin Nanyan responded and turned around.
Jiang Qing watched the boy come back and calmly sit down, and hurriedly asked, "Didn't he say anything else?"
She only vaguely heard a small part of it, but it seemed that both of them were very peaceful and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Lin Nanyan glanced sideways: "How do you think he would react?"
Jiang Qing said confusedly, "This is different from what I thought."
Since he was already choking her, shouldn't he have thrown the thing into the trash can in anger, and at the same time warned Lin Nanyan not to be nosy and help the other person pass things?
This development was so normal that she felt she was making a big deal out of nothing.
Yes, there is not so much intense love and hate in reality, it is just artistic exaggeration.
Before she could finish her thought, there was a "bang" sound behind her.
Jiang Qing subconsciously looked back and saw the sky blue package perfectly draw a parabola and finally fall straight into the dark blue trash can at the back of the classroom, the can body was shaken by the impact.
Jiang Qing: ...
It turns out that there are really such stories unfolding in the world.
She was stunned when she met Chen Heng's gaze as he turned his head and looked at her casually.
Jiang Qing slammed on the brakes, turned around quickly, picked up a pen and started marking the questions, pretending that she was obsessed with studying.
Lin Nanyan watched Jiang Qing's series of fake moves and asked, "Are you curious?"
Jiang Qing muttered softly, "I am a little curious, but it's not my place to meddle in the private affairs of two brothers."
Who wouldn't be curious? Compared to others, her gossip is already quite small.
Lin Nanyan listened, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.
For Jiang Jiang, only friends care about whether they should ask or can ask, and the privacy boundaries they set are very clear.
On the contrary, the closer she is to someone, the more straightforward she will be in exploring the answers she wants to know. The closer she is to someone, the more she wants to ask.
At least for now, Jiang Jiang only regards Chen Heng as a friend.
Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan's inexplicably good mood with confusion: "What are you laughing at?"
Lin Nanyan instantly returned to normal, straightened his lip line, and asked, "Did I smile?"
"Yes," Jiang Qing nodded affirmatively. She was definitely not mistaken and she would never doubt her eyesight.
Why did Lin Nanyan show a mysterious smile after she said that? Besides, what was so funny about her words? She said, "I saw it."
Lin Nanyan: "After school, I'll go shopping with you at the glasses store."
Jiang Qing: Haha, damn Lin Dagou with poison in his mouth.
She sneered: "Shut your little mouth, ok?"
Lin Nanyan shut up tactfully.
After a short silence, he placed the corrected test paper in front of Jiang Qing. "Your basic chemical formula is marked incorrectly. Here, you need to balance it and add H2O..."
Jiang Qing leaned her head forward, her ears buzzing. She listened cowardly, taking notes from time to time.
The sunlight shone through the huge glass window, shining on the two people's focused profiles, and also on the last corner of the classroom, where there was a single desk.
The side light penetrates through the boy's nose, casting a warm yellow light, reflecting a tall shadow on the other side, outlining his superior bone structure in the light and shadow.
The black hair was illuminated into a golden color, but the owner of the picture had no focus and was aimless, finally landing vaguely on the trash can in the corner.
Chen Heng did not open the package to see what was inside because he already knew what was inside.
It's just useless stuff like models, figurines, and magazines.
This is all Chen Xu can give him.
The phone against his belt kept vibrating, reminding him that someone was looking for him. He came to his senses and clicked it.
[Xiaoheng, how are you doing in your new school? I've contacted your teacher, and she promised to take good care of you. Be good there. Don't bully others, and don't get yourself wronged. Our family paid the tuition, so come here with your head held high. Don't be afraid of trouble, and don't cause it.]
[You haven't contacted home for a long time. Mom and Dad are worried about you. Mom has transferred some living expenses to your account. You must eat on time and take care of yourself.]
[Although I don't know when your rebellious phase will end, Xiaoheng, Dad, Mom, and Brother all love you very much. Xiaoxu...he misses you very much.]
Chen Heng looked at the text messages sent to his phone, his eyelashes drooping, quietly covering up all his emotions.
He typed line after line of words with his fingertips and deleted them one by one. After a long time, he turned off his phone.
Chen Heng closed his eyes, and his shadow was stretched out by the sunlight.
Since sending the text message, Qian Ying has been working absent-mindedly, checking her phone from time to time.
The assistant at the side cautiously watched the big boss above his head closing his eyes and rubbing his eyebrows. When he noticed some movement on his phone, he quickly opened it and then threw it back to its place.
Although the boss's face showed no expression, the assistant could still see something from her anxious movements.
She is Qian Ying's personal secretary and has been with her for eight years. Over time, she is familiar with her boss's current situation.
Speaking of their boss, who has a successful career, harmonious marriage and happy family, there is no one who would not envy her.
Of course, this was how she viewed her boss before.
Later, she found out that her boss was just an ordinary person and no one could have everything they wanted.
Everyone has troubles, more or less.
The person who gives their boss the most headaches is his youngest son.
The situation was not very obvious in the first few years after she took the job. Until recently, perhaps because the child was older and had reached the rebellious stage, the situation became more and more serious and could not be stopped.
Fighting, skipping school, bullying, there was nothing that the child wouldn't do unless she thought of it.
It is not easy for a student to reach the point where every teacher shakes their head when the subject is mentioned. She has seen too many times that the boss in a meeting hurriedly speeds up the work because of a call from the school, and then rushes to the school immediately after the meeting to clean up after his young son.
Everyone is saying privately that the boss has two sons. The older one is well-behaved and obedient, and does well in studies, while the younger one is always causing trouble and has become a little gangster. They are two extremes, and no one knows how they can be so different since they have the same parents.
Later she heard that the child was persuaded by the school to transfer.
The child hadn't caused any trouble for several days, and she thought the rebellious period was over. Unexpectedly, it is difficult to change a person's nature. He must have caused trouble again, otherwise the boss wouldn't be so anxious.
The assistant secretly shook his head and asked her to say that if the naughty child was disobedient, he would be beaten, and if he still disobeyed, he would be beaten again. But she just didn't believe it and couldn't change her temper.
However, the employees had no say in the boss's family affairs. It had nothing to do with her anyway, so she put it behind her and sorted out the report in her hand with her eyes and nose. She should just worry about how much money she transferred every month.
The buzzing sound of the cell phone broke the silence in the room, and Qian Ying immediately dropped the documents in her hand.
【knew】
She stared blankly at the three cold words, and all she felt in her heart was powerlessness.
She still doesn't know what happened to her little son.
Overnight, the gentle and occasionally playful Xiaoheng changed. He rebelliously stopped speaking properly and refused to be approached by his family.
He learned to fight, to drink, and to stay out all night.
The first time Qian Ying saw him wearing a skull-covered outfit, with his hair dyed dark green, staggering and reeking of alcohol as he climbed through the window to return home in the middle of the night, she truly felt as if the world was falling apart.
She felt that her child had just taken the wrong path for a while, so she began to study psychology on her own, trying to use the most gentle means to accompany her son through the pains of growing up.
Everything will be fine, Qian Ying kept telling herself.
Everything will be fine, she kept comforting herself.
Until one day the teacher called her and said that her son was bullying a little girl at school.
"After school, Chen Heng brought a group of thugs to surround a girl. When we arrived, the girl was covered in wounds and was so scared that she couldn't speak. Please come over."
Qian Ying felt like she was still in a dream after hearing these absurd words.
Her son? Chen Heng? Bullying? Girls?
She knew every word, but putting them together made her feel as if she was in a nightmare and unable to wake up.
She opened her mouth with difficulty, and repeated again and again: "Teacher, are you talking about... Chen Heng?"
The other party's absolute affirmative attitude easily shattered her fantasy.
That was the first time she ignored the company's work arrangements. She left all the documents and meetings behind and rushed to school as fast as she could.
In the school corridor, Chen Heng was leaning on the railing with one leg, his face covered in blood. He still looked careless, lazy, and about to fall asleep out of boredom. When he saw her coming, his gaze only paused and then looked away.
Qian Ying was shocked when she saw the bloodstains on his face. She hurried forward to check him up and down. She was relieved when she saw that her son was not injured.
She listened quietly as the teacher narrated the whole story and revealed Chen Heng's crimes.
In the end, Qian Ying looked at Chen Heng and asked only one question: "Is what you said true?"
She looked at him steadily: "As long as you say it, no matter what, I will believe you."
Chen Heng looked at her. In the teacher's disapproving eyes and her implicit expectation, he smiled and said, "I did it."
Qian Ying's eyes went dark, she was shaking with anger, the string of her rationality suddenly broke, and in front of everyone's shocked gaze, she raised her hand and slapped Chen Heng hard.
"Chen Heng, is this how I taught you?"
"How could you have the heart to do that to a girl?"
Chen Heng was hit on the side of the face. He spat out a mouthful of blood without caring, looked at her, and said lightly, "I'm sorry, Mom."
"You!" Qian Ying stared at his slightly upturned eyes, which she had inherited. They were affectionate when he smiled, but fierce when he didn't. When their similar eyes met, she couldn't tell the emotion in his eyes, and she pointed at him, speechless.
Qian Ying recalled that day as an extremely chaotic day.
It was at that moment that she realized deeply—
Her youngest son is useless.
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