Chapter 11 Chronicle of the Third Grade
Time seems to erase all traces of emotions.
Perhaps it was because they had been living together day and night for a long time that the initial dislike disappeared without a trace.
Sometimes Gao Luo even felt a little troubled by the seemingly overly close relationship between her daughter and her best friend's son.
It's understandable that two people were inseparable in elementary school, but in junior high school... they turned a blind eye.
I am about to enter high school and take the high school entrance exam.
One morning, when Gao Luo once again saw the big devil next door sleeping upright in her daughter's bed, she finally decided to face this difficult problem head-on.
She called out to her daughter who was coming out of the bathroom to wash up: "Qingxu, come with me."
Some of it is hard to say, I don't know where to begin.
She has always been busy with work and does not have much emotional communication with Lin Qingxu, but more of a material compensation.
When Gao Yao spoke, her tone was a little stiff: "Why is Kan Zhao sleeping here?"
"The air conditioner in his room seems to be broken, so he said he came to use the bed."
"That's not possible..."
Gao Luo suddenly felt a headache, "Seven years old and two people should not sit together, Qingxu, you and Kan Zhao should also keep some distance."
Lin Qingxu remembered that she answered "yes" at that time.
only……
"Knock knock."
There was another knock on the balcony glass door.
Seeing that Lin Qingxu did not respond, Kan Zhao on the balcony knocked twice again.
Lin Qingxu put down his pen and sighed softly.
Forget it, let’s wait a little longer.
*
This was the nth time that Kan Zhao climbed through the window to ask Lin Qingxu for medicine.
The medicine box in Lin Qingxu's bedroom was already stuffed to the brim.
Aside from a small area filled with common cold and painkillers, the vast majority of the display was filled with iodine, Yunnan Baiyao spray, plasters, bruises and injuries medication, and band-aids—things she never needed.
midsummer.
The hot wind and the chirping of cicadas rose and fell in the sticky night air.
Unlike Kan Zhao's room which was so hot that it seemed suffocating at any moment, Lin Qingxu's bedroom maintained a constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius, with a cool breeze blowing occasionally, and the air was lightly fragrant.
The sixteen-year-old boy sat on Qingmei's bed next door, standing there like an old man. Kan Zhao felt uncomfortable and tried to find a position that he thought was comfortable, but he found that it hurt no matter what he did, so he had to give up.
This time his father showed no mercy at all, scolding and beating him. If his mother hadn't stopped him, he would have been torn to pieces.
But it wasn't much better. The places that were beaten with sticks had started to swell up, and the bruises were tinged with bloodshot red.
Kan Zhao curled his lips and accidentally pulled the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing him to grimace in pain.
This wasn't caused by anyone, it was just a mouth ulcer he got from staying up late playing games.
Of course, the idiot he beat up didn't have the strength to hurt him. The useless guy only knew how to talk dirty, and after being beaten up, he still cried for his mother.
After being thrown the blood-dissolving ointment and aerosol, Lin Qingxu let him apply the remaining area himself.
Kan Zhao showed his scarred arm and complained, "How cruel, Lin Xiaoxiao. You actually let the wound heal on its own."
Lin Qingxu wanted to ignore him, but due to his good upbringing and humanitarianism, he finally did not take advantage of his misfortune.
It was too late for her to rush to the crime scene. Only the remnants of the "murder" were left on the ground, and the perpetrator was left with only his body and name.
Kan Zhao had been involved in so many fights since childhood that Lin Qingxu even suspected, at a young age, that he might be a super-male. She endured it for a long time, but ultimately decided not to ask Aunt Fang and Uncle Kan to check if Kan Zhao had an extra Y chromosome, as she felt it would be impolite to ask.
Although the facts ultimately proved that human nature is evil, the beatings those people received were not unjust and they deserved it. However, Kan Zhao would only uphold justice by beating them into submission.
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——A common problem among middle school boys.
As he grew older, Kan Zhao rarely used force to punish evil and promote good.
It is also possible that the evil children grew up together to become "adults" in the secular sense, wearing hypocritical masks to hide the evil in their hearts.
Of course, we cannot deny that it is the success of education that has enabled human beings to begin to understand good and evil, integrity and shame, and to correct their initially incorrect thoughts.
In short, Kan Zhao, who had rarely used force in recent years, suddenly started to use his fists and feet, and the victim Xu Yuying paid a heavy price for his behavior.
Lin Qingxu had a slight impression of Xu Yuying, but it wasn't a deep one. He had only met Xu Yuying a few times, as had other students from other classes, and had represented the school in two or three competitions together. The reason they didn't see each other often was simply because Xu Yuying wasn't very skilled, and he didn't have a spot in a prestigious competition.
I heard Xu Yuying had hit his nose, causing a lot of bleeding and a cracked lip. His parents came to the school and made a scene. Only after paying a hefty sum for medical expenses and a series of other expenses did they finally appease him.
Xu Yuying was unwilling to let it go and insisted that Kan Zhao bow his head and apologize to him.
Kan Zhao naturally didn't want to.
Not willing?
OK.
Given Kan Zhao's bully-like personality, it's surprising he'd apologize. The school acted as a detente, so they should at least explain the reason for the sudden attack.
Kan Zhao didn't reply to them either.
"It's obviously not your fault, why don't you explain the reason to them?" Lin Qingxu asked.
"Since it's not my fault, why should I tell them the reason?" Kan Zhao replied.
"Since it's not your fault, why don't you tell them the truth?" Lin Qingxu continued to ask.
"Since it's not my fault, why should I tell them the truth when they want to know it?" Kan Zhao argued unreasonably.
Lin Qingxu said "Oh" and kept his hands moving.
Calmly and slowly, he threatened: "There's a bottle of alcohol in the medicine box. Believe it or not, I'll pour it all on your wound."
Kan Zhao snorted, knowing the current situation and being a hero, and said nothing more.
His fighting skills were well-honed over the years, so he didn't suffer any setbacks. However, he might have been accidentally bumped by something during the fight, leaving a cut on his cheekbone.
Lin Qingxu cleaned the wound with saline solution and then applied iodine with a cotton swab.
She was clearly very gentle.
Kan Zhao pretended to cry out in pain.
Lin Qingxu paused for a moment in silence, then eased his pressure a bit.
Kan Zhao started to be picky again.
Lin Qingxu tore off the Band-Aid packaging and saw him retreat as if facing a formidable enemy. His tone was filled with disdain, "This Band-Aid is ugly! I originally wanted the one with the bear pattern."
Traditional medical band-aids are pure brown in color. They can’t be said to be beautiful, but they are definitely not ugly either. At most, they are just ordinary.
“There are only pink flying pigs left.”
"Then let's have a pink one." Kan Zhao looked a little unhappy, but he still mercifully decided to agree reluctantly.
Lin Qingxu ignored him and tore off the white isolation paper. "The pink flying pig is on display at the merchandise counter. Now I only have this ugly one at home."
She held Kan Zhao's face with both hands and placed a bandage on the wound. Then she held his hand to prevent him from touching it and whispered a warning: "Don't tear it off."
Kan Zhao said "Oh" reluctantly.
Lin Qingxu ignored him. As the bandage application drew to a close, she simply cleaned up the remaining medical waste on the small table, put away the medicine box, and stood up to put it back where it was.
Kan Zhao rolled left and right on her bed, stretched his limbs, and lay like a crab, domineering and occupying her entire bed.
Lin Qingxu doesn't have any mysophobia, really.
But the summer air was hot and sticky. The thought of Kan Zhao, perhaps covered in dust and sweat from outside, tossing and turning on her bed...
"Have you showered?" she asked.
"Of course." Kan Zhao tossed and turned on the bed a few more times, protesting in a very complaining manner, "If I don't wash, you won't let me get on your bed."
Afraid that Lin Qingxu wouldn't believe him, he said, "Smell it. It's the same brand of shampoo you use, but mine has a grapefruit scent." He stretched out his hand towards Lin Qingxu.
It was as if she could smell it from a distance of several meters.
"You're going to die, and you let the wound get wet."
Kan Zhao repeated Lin Qingxu's tyranny: "You won't let me sleep in the bed without a shower... and I've been sweating all day, so I'm sticky."
He didn't dare to get angry but dared to say: "Are you still Lin Xiaoxiao? Why are you so fierce today?"
"no."
"Then who are you? Get off Lin Xiaoxiao quickly."
"You're possessed by dynamite. Dynamite tells you to go back to where you came from."
Kan Zhao didn't listen and rolled around on her bed a few more times in protest. He suddenly paused, sniffed again, and then confirmed: "Lin Xiaoxiao, did you change the shower gel? The smell of the quilt has changed."
"I forgot to buy a new one after I used it up, so I opened the sample bottle I had at home...Are you a puppy? Sniffing everywhere." He poked Kan Zhao's face with his fingertips, "Go back to your place and sleep."
"No." The man's voice was still hoarse, like a drake that hadn't spoken in a long time. "Kan Zhenzhong took my air conditioner remote control. My room is about to explode with heat. My mom didn't speak up for me this time."
"Who told you to keep making Uncle Kan and the others angry..."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Although Lin Qingxu may have known the answer long ago, he still repeated: "Kan Zhao, why are you fighting again?"
The other party's voice sounded muffled after a few seconds: "Because he deserves a beating."
Kan Zhao lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, seemingly unconcerned. "Look at it from a positive perspective, I'm actually a good person who does good things."
"Good people and good deeds?"
"Hmm. He's bound to get beaten up if he continues like that. I'll let him experience the dangers of society first."
The result is that the enemy is injured by 800 and our own is injured by 1,000.
"...But that's his business, isn't it? He's the one who should pay the price in the end, not you. I don't think this outcome is worth it."
"I think it's worth it."
"He doesn't deserve this."
"It's not for him."
Lin Qingxu was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Actually, I don't care what he says about me... Maybe when I was a kid, I would have felt bad because of this, but now those words mean nothing to me."
He emphasized again: "Really."
Kan Zhao said in a muffled voice: "But I care."
He also emphasized: "I think it's worth it."
Kan Zhao's eyes were bright and his eyelashes were long. When he uttered the word "worth it", two shallow dimples were unconsciously revealed.
Lin Qingxu looked away.
The conversation seemed to end a bit unpleasantly.
It seemed like a long time had passed before Lin Qingxu heard Kan Zhao calling her name.
"Um?"
"Which high school do you want to go to?"
"Nanhua, right?"
…
There was another long silence after that.
The air inside the house turned into a colloid, and the chirping of cicadas outside also melted into the darkness.
The clock on the wall ticked.
The young man seemed extremely tired and fell asleep after a while.
Lin Qingxu gently pulled the thin blanket over him.
——
"Qingxu, you and Kan Zhao are both in the third year of junior high school. You should keep some distance."
Her mother told her this a few days ago.
But wait a little longer.
Not everyone can be Icarus.
Even with selfish motives, I couldn't break free from the glow that I longed for even after my wings melted away, like him.
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