Chapter 4 Good Boy
"What a coincidence, you live here too?" Ren Yizi raised his eyebrows slightly. "I was thinking of returning your gloves to Class 1 in a few days. It's perfect. I don't have to look for them now. You can take them back tomorrow when they're dry."
Wen Siru smiled when he heard this and asked, "Do you know I'm in Class 1?"
"You are also very famous." Ren Yizi replied to him with the words Wen Siru said in the morning, came out from the balcony, and began to pack up the fitness equipment.
When Wen Siru heard this, he stared at Ren Yizi, his gaze pausing for a long time before he suddenly said seriously, "Although I've heard of you a long time ago, I don't think you're the same as the rumors say."
Ren Yi was so happy that he stopped what he was doing. "Oh? Well, which version did you hear? Was it about me being a bully who beat the shit out of people, or was it about me being a street urchin who made Black Whirlwind so angry that he had to take blood pressure pills?"
Wen Siru said cautiously, "You don't look like the kind of person who would stir up trouble..."
"I'm flattered, but I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm just one of those bad guys who skips school, fights, smokes, and drinks." Ren Yizi pursed his lips, observing Wen Siru's slightly changing expression. "But I'm a very reasonable person. I won't offend others unless they offend me. A good student like you, the apple of the teacher's eye, won't do anything out of the ordinary. Besides, you helped me today, so I owe you a favor. How about treating you to a meal when you have time?"
"Okay," Wen Siru said, his expression gradually relaxing after hearing this, his eyes like a clever little deer. "Then let's add WeChat first so that we can contact each other in the future."
Ren Yizi agreed, brought up the QR code and asked Wen Siru to scan it.
Wen Si Ru sent a friend request and then went to take a shower.
Ren Yizi accepted his friend request and noted Wen Siru from Class 1, Senior 3.
Wen Siru's WeChat profile picture shows a bony hand holding a peacock feather and teasing a Persian cat. The white cat's fur is as smooth as silk without a single stray hair. Its obsidian-like pupils look at the camera, and it wears a valuable gold and ruby tassel necklace around its neck, looking elegant and noble.
Ren Yizi was secretly shocked. Even the cat in Wen Siru's house was so exquisite, wearing high-end luxury goods that most people would not afford to buy for themselves. The gap between people is really bigger than the gap between people and cats.
Ren Yizi somehow couldn't help but click on Wen Siru's profile picture and browse his circle of friends.
Before going to bed, Ren Yizi came out of the shower and took a closer look, and saw Wen Siru writing something at the table.
Are you studying so hard this late? It's only the first day of school, why are you so competitive, Wenzhou tycoon?
He walked closer and took a closer look. It turned out that Wen Si Ru was not doing his homework, but copying Buddhist scriptures.
Ren Yizi thought copying Buddhist scriptures was something only older people did. He casually leaned on a chair and asked in confusion, "Why are you copying this? Is this a special assignment given to you by the teacher?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Siru stopped writing and said slowly and gently, "No, Buddhist texts are difficult to write. Copying them can help you calm your mind and clear your mind."
Ren Yizi was surprised by this rough idea: "School has just started, what can you think about?"
Besides, how could someone like you who has everything you need actually have troubles? Are you sure you're not being ridiculous? Ren Yizi silently complained inwardly.
Wen Siru just smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "A lot."
The desk lamp illuminated his face so that it had no edges or corners at all. His wet black hair stuck to his smooth forehead, forming a sharp contrast with his fair cheeks. A few drops of water flowed down his cheeks, his eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, and shadows were imprinted on his face. He looked like a very well-behaved puppy, and looked extremely docile.
Anyone could easily lose their mind under his gentle gaze at them from such a close distance.
Ren Yizi didn't know what was wrong with him today, he just wanted to know everything about Wen Siru, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it: "What do you want to know?"
Wen Siru dragged out his "hmm" for a long while, then kept it a secret: "I'll tell you later."
"You kid, you still speak half of your words." Ren Yizi only said this and didn't continue.
After all, he and Wen Si Ru had only met once, so there was no need for him to be too friendly with him. He came forward to help him in the morning because of his good family education.
Who doesn’t have a secret that they don’t want others to know?
Ren Yizi naturally changed the subject and chatted with Wen Siru about other things.
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It was the middle of the night. Although it was already September, it was still very hot, as if wrapped in a layer of fire. The chirping of insects in the grass outside the dormitory made it impossible to sleep.
Ren Yizi tossed and turned in bed for several hours, and finally sat up.
He placed his hand on the outer edge of the quilt and felt a neatly sewn line, which was the exquisite work of his grandmother.
The street lights outside the dormitory pierced through the window, so bright that it was blinding and made my eyes hurt so much that I wanted to cry.
"Study hard and try your best to get into a good university. I know our Ah Zi is as hardworking as anyone else."
Grandma's muttering suddenly sounded in his ears, slowly getting closer and closer. The image of grandma lying weakly on the pale hospital bed gradually emerged clearly in front of him.
The old lady worked hard all her life, but before she fell ill, her back was so straight that she didn't look like someone in her seventies or eighties. She looked young and energetic.
The old lady was kind and helpful, and was respected by people in the surrounding area. She was gentle and polite throughout her life, and treated everyone kindly. She doted on her only grandson and emerged strong from the pain of losing her son.
Because her son passed away, she cried for too long and her eyesight became not as good as before. However, she insisted on rushing from her hometown to cook for Ren Yizi, who was still in elementary school, and take care of his daily life.
The old lady didn't like to spend money to go to the hospital for a physical check-up. She was overworked and too sad, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Ren Yizi took her to the hospital, and the doctor diagnosed her with mid-stage cancer. She underwent dialysis, but the cancer cells still spread.
At that time, Ren Yizi didn't want to study anymore and just wanted to drop out and work.
What he didn't expect was that his grandmother slapped him for his thoughts.
Bang——!
“!!!”
Grandma was sick and didn't have much strength, but Ren Yizi was still stunned by the beating. He held his face, tilted his head and remained silent for a long time.
That was the first time grandma hit him, and perhaps the last time.
Grandma's hands were trembling, her face pale, as if covered by a layer of gray mist, making it impossible to tell her expression. Through her cracked, pale lips, she murmured, "Your father just wants you to study hard and have a bright future. If you drop out of school like this, how will I ever explain this to your father in my grave?"
Ren Yizi begged grandma not to say such stupid and angry words that would send her to hell, and that grandma would definitely live a long and healthy life.
He slapped himself and said that he would never say such words about dropping out of school again, and he would definitely continue his studies.
Ren Yizi hit himself with great force, leaving red and swollen marks on his face. His grandmother cried out in pain and asked him to stop hitting himself, only then did Ren Yizi stop.
At that time, Ren Yizi said that he would not drop out of school, but just wanted to ask his grandmother not to be angry, as it would do more harm than good to his health. He secretly went out to work several jobs.
Fortunately, the silver lining in this misfortune is that grandma is blessed by heaven, and perhaps she has accumulated good luck through her kindness throughout her life.
The doctor originally said that she could live for a maximum of three months, but my grandmother was calm and optimistic. She was not scared by the disease, but enjoyed the last moments of her life more comfortably and happily.
Now Ren Yizi sees that his grandmother is getting stronger and stronger, which has exceeded the doctor's prediction for more than a year. Even the doctor says that his grandmother has a good mentality and no malignant tumor can be found in her body.
It was my grandmother who suggested that I live in the school dormitory for the first time. The schedule was tight in my senior year of high school, and living in the school to attend evening self-study could save me the time of commuting between home and school. More importantly, there was a learning atmosphere, which allowed me to focus on my studies better.
Whether you can get into a university depends on your fate.
"Can't sleep"
Ren Yizi was still feeling depressed about his poor grades when he suddenly heard a gentle questioning voice from under the bed, instantly pulling him back to reality from his memories.
He slowly lay down again, looking at the pale ceiling and responding to Wen Siru's words: "Well, it's your first time living on campus, so get used to your bed."
At this moment, he felt something empty when he got out of bed. With a slight "creaky" sound, Wen Siru walked to the table and lit something with a lighter.
Ren Yizi turned sideways, his hands clinging to the guardrail, and in the darkness, he looked at the blurry figure in front of the table and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"Let me light some calming incense for you to help you sleep." After lighting the incense, Wen Si Ru turned around and spoke attentively to the person on the upper bunk.
Ren Yizi was a little dazed lying on the bed. In the dark dormitory, he couldn't see Wen Si Ru's expression clearly, but he always felt that Wen Si Ru was talking and smiling at him. A warm feeling surged in his heart and didn't dissipate for a long time. He was stunned for a moment, and quickly thanked Wen Si Ru again.
Wen Siru lay back on the bed, smiled gently and said, "Brother Zi, you're too polite. From today on, we're roommates. Buddha said: It takes five hundred glances in previous lives to get a chance to pass by each other in this life. We're going to live in this dormitory together until the college entrance exams. Our fate is truly profound."
Ren Yizi had never encountered such unconditional help from a stranger before. His eyes became hot and his nose felt sore. Two lines of tears fell down and wet the pillow.
Ever since his father passed away, their family's situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Everything that happened in the past seems to have passed by in the blink of an eye. All the relatives around them watch them coldly, stay away from them, and can't wait to draw a clear line with their family.
Ren Yizi witnessed the indifference of people and was bullied everywhere, which even caused his grandmother to suffer the contempt of others because of him.
Later, he had to appear in front of outsiders with an image of being fierce, tough and not to be messed with. Many of the scumbags were bullies who only bullied the weak and feared the strong. When they saw that the grandson of the Ren family was as fierce as a tiger, they would be scared and dare not trample on their family again.
It was also from that time that Ren Yizi began to strengthen his body in order to protect his grandmother. He never expected that he could also attract girls. Later, he felt that this was killing two birds with one stone, so he became more and more enthusiastic in training.
He often wondered if his father had not been framed and killed, would his life be much better now? At least he would be like Wen Si Ru, with no worries about food and clothing.
A few paragraphs of text from his friend's circle suddenly flashed through Ren Yizi's mind. He thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "I heard that your family donated a teaching building?"
"Um."
He heard Wen Siru's gentle response, and before he could even lament that he didn't understand the world of the rich, he heard Wen Siru correct him, "It's not one building, it's two."
Ren Yizi was completely silenced by this sentence, and deep in his heart, a big word emerged slowly: "Fuck."
"6, you are so fucking rich, so should I call you Young Master?" Ren Yizi asked jokingly.
"I wouldn't dare." Wen Siru replied half-jokingly and half-seriously after hearing this, "Brother Zi, if you like, you can call me by my nickname - Ruzi - that's what my family calls me."
Home?
Does Wen Si Ru say this because he already considers him as a brother?
Still calling him Brother Zi? He didn't know whether Wen Siru was older or younger than him, but did it matter? Wen Siru was calling him that because of his status in the martial arts world.
Ren Yizi was secretly pleased. He continued the conversation, "Ruzi? That's a good boy, and it suits your personality."
Wen Si Ru laughed and said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.
The lit incense has spread and filled every corner of the dormitory.
In this extremely brief moment, Ren Yizi finally remembered that the fragrance he smelled when he entered the door a few hours ago was the scent of Wen Siru. Perhaps he lit this incense every day and it had become ingrained in him.
The fragrance is like someone who has accidentally walked into an unknown thousand-year-old temple. A drizzle has just fallen in the mountains, and a thin mist shrouds the green hills. The fresh smell of wood after the rain mixed with the fragrance of soil is faintly visible.
In the secluded path, the breeze blows on your face, bringing coolness, tranquility and comfort.
In the temple, green smoke spread everywhere, and incense curled up, intertwining and colliding with each other, covering the Tibetan characters and Buddha statues, making them hazy and difficult to see clearly.
The chirping of insects gradually died down, and the heat that felt like a fireball dissipated along with the refreshing calming feeling.
Ren Yizi was already drowsy and could not hear what Wen Siru said next, and fell into a dream.
Wen Siru, who was in the lower bunk, kept his eyes open until the sky was already turning pale. His face was as calm as water as he slowly recalled what Ren Yizi had just said. The corners of his mouth curved, but his eyes were dark and unclear. He uttered a few words playfully: "Good boy, good boy, boy..."
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