Chapter 2 I love sunshine - Qin Yu (2)

I love sunshine - Qin Yu (2) Fan Bin, I'm not sure what his path is, he seems to be sticking to me and attached to me.I'd rather he stay away from me.In the past, he didn't play like a hard buddy with me like this. I think he is still good. Except for a little bit of rhetoric, he is like an upright citizen in everything else.Lately—right after getting caught cheating—he's been out of order, walking around me all day, making me feel like a plainclothes cop, and it's driving me crazy.As for boasting, Wang Haiyan and I have been together for such a long time that we no longer take it seriously. Not only is his level of boasting not as good as Wang Haiyan’s, but even his desire to talk is not as good as Wang Haiyan’s.But his stickiness is disgusting.If I had known this earlier, I would have refused to copy the answer to him casually.

God, he's coming over again!I found a truth - the more you want to avoid the person, the more you can't avoid him. If you are willing to do anything to avoid him, then he will fly around you like a fairy, Let you do nothing.Fan Bin is in such a stupid situation, I can even recite his posture - he can walk straight, but he has to take three steps to the left, stop for a while, take three more steps, and then continue Walked six steps towards me; when he stopped, he just stood on his two feet, and his head was still close to me. The part between his head and feet was like a spring, so soft that it was disgusting; then he He will suddenly pull out his hand (before he pulls out his hand, you don't even know he has hands, so it is called "drawing out his hand", just like the Japanese pull out a scimitar when he commits suicide by cutting open his stomach), draw a quarter circle in the air, He patted me on the top of the head or shoulders or back; at the same time, his facial features suddenly squeezed together into a surprising smile, and his expression was so completely connected with the movement of his hand that people thought his hand was A thing like a switch, and his facial features are the terminals driven by the large and small gears and belts in his body.When he had done all this, he shouted into my ear with great satisfaction:

"Looking for what? Looking for fish?" This is a lame joke he came up with, saying that my name, Qin Yu, reads like "Looking for Fish" in Shanghai dialect, so I always say that I am "Looking for Fish".He doesn't know that I hate fish the most.If he felt sorry for the punishment, he might as well not have been born at all.But I don't want to tell him that.As soon as I told him, he would pat some part of my body indifferently and say, "Come on, you are really weird." , Don’t say anything but nonsense, but he still wants to treat your words as nonsense, and treat you as a fool like him, that’s really suffocating.

I understand what he wants to do now.My unlucky day at school just ended and I ran to the carport to get my bike.I am very happy to go home alone, look at the billboards on the street, and forget about the punishment for a while, but he insisted on catching me and insisting on going home with me, and then, along the way, he babbled and scolded the school Every leader in the office, the bastard who complained (that bastard really should be scolded), the teacher and classmates-his ability to swear is so good that in the end he can scold the old man who guards the door and the old lady who cleans the toilet together , as if they were also responsible for the punishment.God knows, hasn't this been mentioned enough?If I had the strength, I would definitely throw him out—hold him by the collar and shake him forward, then let go, and watch him make a strange scream and reach the top floor of the Empire State Building, and all air tickets and passports will be exempted.

I guess not bad at all.As usual, after his fish joke, he moved closer to me and asked, "Going home?" I ignored him.I hate doing this the most. I know what you want to do, but you still have to ask me in a deadpan manner. To be honest, I hate doing this the most.I ignored him, but he didn't care. He happily ran over to push his car out, and when he came back to me, he said cheerfully, "I'll go home with you!" What's the matter, I'm not his long-legged sister who wants him to be so lifeless and useless.He knew a girl in the first year of high school who came to him last time. She has big eyes and narrow face. The most beautiful thing is her pair of thin and long legs. She is half a head taller than Fan Bin.We coaxed him and called her "little sister with long legs".

I jumped into the car angrily and rushed forward, and he followed.Liang Shouqian was passing by us and shouted in the car: "Fan Bin, why are you relying on Qin Yu again? Where's your long-legged sister?" Fan Bin grinned and shouted: "Qin Yu is my long-legged sister! " Bah, to hell with him!I really want to take him down.If I'm his bastard sister, I might as well crash into a tree and die.Besides, if that pretty girl really likes him, then she is either stupid or stupid.It's boring, it's boring. The school gate was so crowded that we had no choice but to follow the instructions on the wooden sign blocking the school gate: Get out of the car and push.I moved slowly, my eyes looked out casually - I saw Wang Haiyan discussing something vigorously with a girl five or six meters away from me; I also saw...

I also saw, among the crowd, a wisp of black hair quietly protecting her face, a pair of transparent eyes under long eyelashes, and a golden balloon dangling in front of my eyes—this noisy school gate, this noisy The chaotic world suddenly quieted down, Fan Bin was gone, Liang Shouqian was gone, Wang Haiyan was gone, and I heard my own breathing—Jiji! Gigi, the quiet girl in the reading room, the meaningless girl, the girl who doesn’t know me—my protector at the end of the world.She is right in front of my eyes. It's just a split second.A moment later, Gigi suddenly disappeared.In the past, I have never seen her anywhere, or heard of her, and today is the first time.And like a fantasy, she disappeared into the crowd in an instant without a trace.But, I did see her just now.She also walked as if she were still.

Fan Bin asked beside him: "Hey, hello, hello, what's the date today?" "May 28," I answered absently.This guy, even his days are confused. Speaking of my home--by the way, I don't really like to talk about my home, not because there's anything bad about it, but because there's nothing to say about it, hey, I'm about to get to that--it Not a big deal to say.I have never talked much about my family and my family members. Today I say it because it is impossible to tell my story clearly.I'm not good at telling stories, so I can't jump in and tell them.After all, I was unlucky to run into this kind of thing-in fact, I don't really want to say that I am "telling a story". My incident is not particularly exciting and tortuous. First of all, I am such a effeminate guy, and the incident I made My bad luck, I'd better call it "telling me about my bad luck."

I wasn't always unlucky growing up.If I hadn't had bad luck since the day I was born, I'd be famous by now, and I wouldn't be punished for cheating or anything.I have been unlucky since I was in high school—but I still have fifteen or so years of less unlucky time, so I don’t hold my breath when I say it, and by the way, I can introduce some people in my family—— See, I almost forgot about introducing my family, I'm always off topic, so I can't tell a story. In fact, people who see my name can probably guess what happened to my parents.My father's surname is Qin, my mother's surname is Yu, and they both call me Qin Yu in a convenient way.I think this name is at a lower-middle level, it sounds like a little girl, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings; with the light of this name, I now feel a little effeminate, which is quite annoying, if they called me Qin Dayu back then , or simply called Qin Ergou or something like a mountain person, then I must be promising now.

Speaking of my parents, they are the most silly pair of parents in the world.My father is a doctor and my mother is a nurse, and they always operate the knife together—my mother passes the knife, and my father performs the knife. Once they come and go, they get married.Their love sounds a bit bloody and terrifying.When I first got married, they didn’t want me because my father was participating in some kind of research, engaged in radioactive stuff, and was afraid of giving birth to a freak; I will give birth to imbecile children soon, and my father's Laoshizi study has already ended, so they gave birth to me in a hurry-I guess, my unlucky luck now has a lot to do with their haste when they gave birth to me.However, when I was born, it wasn't my father who performed the surgery. My father was a brain surgeon who was far away from my stomach.My mother still often complains that when I was born, my father was not there at all, and he was checking the ward upstairs.Dad said, it's just a floor away, how can it be considered absent?The mother retorted, bah, the floor on the other floor, you don't know if he died, it's better for the son, and there is only one floor between the mother and the belly.Dad laughed exaggeratedly, and said, if it weren't for your son, who would put you on the operating table?It's not like you haven't seen a baby before, are you still afraid?Mom has no words, so she can only talk about women's privilege, so go and see it.

I dare say, if it wasn't really impossible to have a baby, my father would really go to "see it alive".Dad has an obsession with surgery, reading medical books is like reading martial arts novels, and sometimes he will hide in the bathroom alone to pretend to be sick.My mother often said that he was not fart sick, or he was a little mentally ill.At home, my mother is actually more like a doctor, and will keep everything clean and hygienic.As for my father, he only spreads things outside. Sometimes he really gets sick and has diarrhea, and he still has to ask his mother for berberine, which is very useless. Therefore, my father is the most exemplary father, my mother is the most exemplary mother, and I used to be their most exemplary child.I went to kindergarten for four years, elementary school for six years, key middle school for three years, and high school for two years—if it wasn’t for the punishment, I would still be a model child.Alas, I suddenly discovered that my unlucky fifteen years were boring and dull, and there was nothing to say at all, they were all numbers.In addition to the numbers above that indicate the time, there are--my name is very difficult to write, so I learned it for four full days when I was five years old; A clean little boy who looks like a little girl; there are always a million times when my parents don’t come to pick me up from the kindergarten because they have surgery to do, and I happily walk back—I like going home alone since I was a child, so Fan Bin is always pestering me, which really makes me tired; I have "one bar" in the first grade, "two bars" in the second grade, and "three bars" from the third grade until I graduate from elementary school; In junior high school, all 30 girls in the class were willing to make friends with me. They said I was "good", but in fact I didn't like those crazy girls very much. They might have caused my bad luck; , everyone scored high in the exam, and I got 490 points in the exam, so everyone praised me for learning from my dad; my unlucky start and the end of being called "good" probably happened on the first day of high school , Meet Wang Haiyan. This is my fifteen years of smooth sailing.At this moment, my misfortune reached its climax.This orgasm was damned.I also almost forgot that this orgasm wasn't exactly at its peak - the school told me to report this to my parents, and I haven't said anything yet. I don't want to talk about it.Now I step into the house, close the door, change my slippers, see my mother walking around in the kitchen, and my father sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, I am ashamed to disturb their interest-you know, Mom always adds salt or something to the dishes in an amount that is least likely to cause cancer, and Dad always reads the marriage notices in the cracks of the newspaper (he simply regards this as a great joy in life, and occasionally reads it out loud for everyone to enjoy , I think he's quite content with his bloody love story) -- look at the serenity with which they're just going through life, disposing of this matter has nothing to do with our family. Punishment is my own business, there is no need for them to worry about it together, it is useless for them to worry about it, at most it will annoy me as much as Wang Haiyan.I am no longer a model child, but I hope they are still a model parent.Like Wang Haiyan—it’s a pity, I’m afraid I didn’t fly to her with her college admission letter—it’s just because she was worrying about me for nothing.I hope mom and dad don't do this, then I'm not in bad luck yet.Although they hurriedly brought up such an unlucky bastard like me, they couldn't be held responsible. My family, that's it, nothing to talk about.