Chapter 15

Hearing Qi Mingyu's questioning, Qi Ji didn't react violently.

He scooped a spoonful of meatball soup and poured the soup over the rice, his voice flat: "You don't have to worry about this, I've been working for so long and I have a salary."

Qi Mingyu was completely irritated by this familiar ignoring attitude.

He clenched his fists and raised his voice abruptly: "What kind of work can you do to pay 50,000 yuan for me while paying 20 million in debt?!"

There was a brief moment of silence in the house.

Qi Mingyu still didn't get the answer he wanted.

Qi Ji simply shut up and ignored him, lowered his head and ate the meatballs.

"Please speak?!"

Seeing that Qi Ji still had no intention of opening his mouth, Qi Mingyu raised his hand angrily and wanted to throw his chopsticks.

Qi Ji glanced at him: "If you don't eat enough, your stomach will growl at night."

Qi Mingyu's breath was being held in his chest, and the choking made his heart hurt, and he couldn't find an outlet.

After so many years, how could he not know Qi Ji's temper. If Qi Ji didn't want to say it, he wouldn't speak even if he was scorched by the fire.

The atmosphere became extremely dull for a while.

After a while, Qi Ji finished eating the meatballs, which looked like some delicious delicacy, and finally was willing to speak.

"The most important thing for you now is to study, the rest don't have to worry about it."

"I'm already working, and you know that Xinghai's pay is good. I can make money if I'm busy. Just leave these things to me. Don't be distracted, and finish your senior year."

"I have something to read."

Qi Mingyu laughed angrily.

"I have already obtained the qualifications for walking, and I can go out and work for a year this year..."

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room was already wrong.

With a "snack", the one who really threw the chopsticks out was Qi Ji. He shot very quickly, showing no mercy at all, his palm directly caught the numb tendon on Qi Mingyu's leg, his thin white fingers pinched the point of the big hamstring, and the moment he twisted his wrist, Qi Mingyu shivered in pain.

The restrained big leg struggled subconsciously, and his knees slammed on the dining table again, and with a bang, the tableware and chopsticks on the table were shaken.

Qi Ji did not take back his hand.

"You have 80 years of time to work after graduation, but how many high school seniors can you have in your life?"

His voice was as cold as ice: "If you dare to say such a bastard again, I will break your leg."

Qi Mingyu was so sore that the cold sweat broke down instantly, but he was tight. He gritted his teeth and didn't cry out of pain. Emotions that had been accumulated for a long time completely broke through the line of defense of reason. Qi Mingyu stared at Qi Ji, his eyes reddened.

"But I don't want you to spend so much money for me at all!"

He panted, and his voice changed.

"If it wasn't for me to move back to S City to go to high school, my parents wouldn't..."

The hoarse end of the voice was fighting, and Qi Mingyu still didn't finish the sentence.

But the content of the second half of the sentence was well known to both of them.

Qi Ji lowered his eyes silently, staring at his slightly curled hand.

His complexion was as pale as paper, frighteningly white. The cyan blood vessels under the skin are meandering and weak, like a little force on the back of the hand, can directly cut off the blood vessels.

The room was silent for a long time, Qi Ji got up, bent down, and retrieved his chopsticks.

He sat back, picked up the bowl and continued to cook the rice, without making any movement from beginning to end.

There was only the sound of Qi Mingyu's rapid breathing that had not calmed down in the room.

Qi Ji finished his meal in silence, put away his own dishes, and got up to go to the kitchen to rinse.

Before leaving, he left a sentence in a calm tone.

"If it hadn't been with me for the college entrance examination and my family couldn't move to S City, they wouldn't have been deceived in their hometown to help people guarantee that they would be deceived. If they went bankrupt, they would still be able to make money by running from early to late."

After Qi Zhi finished speaking, he left.

But the scars that were uncovered did not stop hurting because of the end of the conversation.

Qi Ji didn't understand, how could Qi Mingyu think it was his fault?

Qi Mingyu was not responsible for the whole thing from the beginning to the end.

Qi Mingyu thought so, just blamed himself.

Qi Zhi is different.

He is the real culprit.

Qi Ji's household registration is in his hometown, but Qi Mingyu, who is three years younger than him, has a household registration in S city. At that time, City S was still in the stage of absorbing resources from the outside world. The official issued a new regulation. If you buy a house locally, you can get a place for a local newborn hukou. Qi Mingyu was born at that time.

The development momentum of the S city is extremely rapid, and the regulation of the free account for buying a house was stopped within two years. But this does not affect Qi Mingyu's household registration. Everyone thinks that this is because the Qi family's parents are lucky and make a lot of money.

Only Qi Ji was still at home, counting the days every day, waiting for her parents to come back to reunite.

Later, when Qi Ji was a little older, and his parents had established a firm foothold in S City, they planned to take their eldest son to S City to go to school together. However, the tightening of the policy and the new regulations issued by the S city were like a bolt from the blue for the Qi family.

——S City began to strictly check the household registration of students, and non-local household registrations are not allowed to take the high school and college entrance examinations in S City.

If you don't take the high school entrance examination, you can't study in the local high school. The college entrance examination in S city is an independent proposition, and it is not the same test paper as your hometown. Qi Ji had no books to read, so Qi's father had to take him back to his hometown. It was not until Qi Ji was admitted to F University in S City that their family was able to reunite in S City again.

However, in the last year of living in their hometown, Qi's parents were deceived by their fellow villagers and forced to owe a large amount of debt.

They sold almost all their property, but they still had to travel long distances to make money to pay off debts.

Qi Ji has been thinking about what would have happened if he had left his hometown for the college entrance examination a year earlier.

He thought that his skull was bloody and painful like a steel needle pierced through it, and he couldn't think of a worse ending than now.

Since that day, Qi Mingyu has never asked Qi about the source of the money he sent.

A few days later, Qi Ji received a call from the head teacher, Mr. Yang, saying that all the formalities and documents had been completed, and they would be ready to leave in two weeks.

Qi Ji thanked the teacher solemnly, and finally put this matter down in his heart.

But his own condition is not very good.

In order to make money and pay off debts, Qi Ji worked during the day and worked part-time jobs at night. Technology companies are not places where you can fish in troubled waters and wait to die. Besides, Qi Ji is still a design post, and overtime is commonplace.

In order not to delay the arrival time of part-time work, Qi Ji had to finish the work in excess of schedule during the day, so that he could rush over after get off work.

After the part-time job got off work, it was almost dawn, and it didn't take long for him to go back to work in the company.

Even if Qi Ji is young, he is not iron-clad.

Moreover, in the past two years, he had caused himself a disease early on.

Physical exhaustion is one aspect, and on the other hand, Qi Ji's mental state has also been affected by bringing up the debts of his parents again.

He bought another big pack of cigarettes, avoiding people to chew and sober himself. But nicotine can only be an illusory placebo at best. After the numbness is over, the emptiness of reality makes people colder.

Moreover, Qi Ji had vaguely noticed that someone was staring at him several times on the way to and from get off work.

That kind of gaze is not friendly, but Qi Ji has never been able to find the source of the gaze. This feeling of being watched is really hard to ignore, which makes Qi Ji feel uncomfortable commuting to and from get off work these days.

It didn't take long for him to prepare mentally, and within a few days, Qi Ji received a call.

When he saw the caller ID, Qi Ji couldn't help frowning.

The call was from Brother Qian.

Brother Qian is the boxer manager of the boxing arena and the one who introduced Qi Ji to the Huating Club for short-term work. The finals have ended, Qi Ji said that he will not continue to participate in the competition, and their contact should have ended here, but the call was picked up, and Brother Qian asked Qi Ji to come back to participate in the exhibition competition as soon as he opened his mouth.

Qi Ji directly refused: "No, I don't have time. I said at the time that I would not participate again."

"You said it, but the boxing stadium didn't agree." Brother Qian still had that rogue face, he sneered, "Champion, do you really think this is playing a house? Think about the money you won, here There is no rule of leaving after a round."

Qi Ji squeezed the bridge of his nose irritably.

He really didn't want to mess with it any more.

Brother Qian spat heavily, cleared his throat, and changed his tone: "It's alright, it's done this time, right?"

He said it as if he had suffered a big loss and had to compromise: "You have to come to an official conclusion, don't you? You can't come and leave if you want, or will the boxing business still be done? In the future, other things will happen. Boxers are not good either."

"At the end of this time, I will break up with you in one shot, and then I promise I will never contact you again!"

Qi Ji didn't let go.

He thought of Manager Wang of Huating Club, the six men who surrounded him in the alley by the side door, and the inexplicable sight around him these days.

It can't be that simple.

But Brother Qian's patience has always been lacking.

Seeing that Qi Ji refused to eat, Brother Qian sneered and showed his trump card.

This time it was fatal.

He even said with a smile: "Z011, you have a younger brother, right?"

Qi Ji's heart tightened suddenly, and the eardrums were scratched by the hoarse voice on the phone.

"you……"

"I tell you, it's useless for you to move him out of his household registration."

Brother Qian smiled.

"Qi Mingyu, isn't it? Male, 17 years old, a senior in the first middle school in S City. Yo, if you can enter the first middle school, you are still a good student."

With Brother Qian's voice, the phone suddenly vibrated twice.

A text message popped up from the top of the screen, showing two photos.

One is the morning market in the early morning. In the cluttered background, Qi Mingyu in a school uniform is standing in front of the stall picking vegetables.

The other is the entrance of a middle school. Among the students in the street, Qi Mingyu, tall and thin, with brown hair, is still conspicuous.

In the second photo, behind Qi Mingyu and his classmates, a huge electronic screen is shining brightly.

18:10, Wednesday.

Just five minutes before the call was answered.

Brother Qian smacked his lips exaggeratedly: "Look, this one is different, even the school uniforms look better than others."

Qi Ji clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Instead, his tone dropped, as if he had lost his strength, and his voice squeezed out word by word from between his lips and teeth.

"Don't touch my brother."