Lu Fenghe doesn't have many friends, and they are all boys.

Maybe it's because I was always at home and didn't socialize since I was a child, and I didn't know how to communicate with girls at all.

After all, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, men and women are different.

Except for that... Little Cotton.

The two of them hadn't had any contact in these years. The unexpected reunion was the day he was slapped by his father and went out. The scene was embarrassing and funny.

To break the word today, he didn't ask that old-fashioned sentence, but asked her how she was doing in the past few years. It was obvious that she was not doing well.

In the middle school for a week, he never saw her smile.

Or is it that if you read too much, you will become dull.

That night, after all, she couldn't survive the twelfth floor opposite, and she was so sleepy at 2:30 in the morning that she had to admit defeat and go to sleep.

That man, what a night owl.

School starts on Monday, and there are two days left before the winter vacation.

The textbooks that Xia Zhuo left at school have been brought home one after another last week, and now only a few commonly used books are carried in the schoolbag, which is very light.

The temperature has cooled down recently. Before going out, she added a beige coat to the school uniform. Although this combination of school uniform and coat looks nondescript, it is not uncommon among students.

When Xia Zhuo entered the classroom, everyone in the class had already started their morning reading, and the person in front of her was still sleeping with the hat on her head.

Although she and Lu Fenghe added WeChat to each other, they didn't talk on the phone.

Like a robot lying quietly on a list.

Zhao Suizi also just arrived, and as soon as he sat down, he began to look forward to the end of get out of class, took out a book from his bag, and turned his head this way, "Xia Zhuo, what should we eat for self-study next morning, there is an early breakfast shop outside that seems to be newly opened .”

She wasn't picky about what to eat, and said casually, "Then go there."

Zhao Suizi: "Have you gone to the make-up class?"

"I've seen it." Xia Zhuo remembered Xia Jianjun asking her with a blushing face, "How much will I spend on supplementary classes?" She shook her head helplessly, "Let's forget it, I won't report it."

Although Xia Jianjun does not go to work, he is not short of money. He lives on the rent of those sixteen households every month.

Use the money to drink and play cards. If you are lucky, you will win money and buy two extra good cigarettes.

Every day he is neither a person nor a ghost, and he almost writes the three words "dumb" on his face.

Xia Zhuo's eyes unconsciously fell on the back of the boy at the front table. He was dressed in a pure black sweater, his face was buried in his arms, and he could only see the lower half of his face and the corner of his slightly pursed mouth.

This kind of self-abandonment behavior, to a certain extent, also belongs to the "dawdling" of the student days.

However, he is different from Xia Jianjun. Xia Jianjun will be like that in his life when Xia Jianjun is middle-aged. Lu Fenghe is seventeen or eighteen years old, and it is the most prosperous time in his life. It is always a pity to live like this.

Xia Zhuo happened to be sitting in this position, as if she wanted her to watch a young genius go downhill.

For a moment, she stared like this, distracted.

Until Zhao Suizi leaned against her with his arm and said in a low voice, "Old Yang is here, what are you thinking about?"

She quietly retracted her gaze, lowered her head, flipped through the two pages of the book in her hand, and whispered, "It's nothing."

It may be that the parallel class she is in is right next door to the Qingbei class, near Zhuzhechi. The learning atmosphere in the class has always been very good. When you come in, you can hear the sound of reading aloud.

When Yang Zhao entered the class, all the students in the class were sitting up straight at this moment, and the back of the head of the one in front of Xia Zhuo who was sleeping on the table without wearing a school uniform was particularly prominent at a glance.

And arrogant.

Yang Zhao knew that he was transferred from No. 4 High School, and his foundation was poor. Even if he got full marks in mathematics, it would not help. Yang Zhao sighed, and went over to wink at his deskmate, "Wake him up."

His deskmate is Gao Xiong, and he wears glasses, the lenses of which are almost as thick as a beer cap. He reaches out and touches him lightly, "Student, wake up."

Gao Xiong's movements were very light, and he didn't speak loudly when he said this, but the person he touched seemed to be frightened, and he shrank back obviously.

Lu Fenghe fell into a drowsy sleep, and after being woken up, he slowly sat up on his back, and then slowly took out a middle-speed back manual from the pile of books on the table and put it on the table.

The well-behaved behavior is not like a prickly person at all, it is very face-saving.

Yang Zhao took a look, nodded, and left with his hands behind his back in satisfaction.

Gao Xiong looked at the new classmate next to him and flipped a page, English morning self-study, he flipped a page of politics.

I don't know if it was because of the heating, the air was dry, Lu Fenghe felt a little dizzy when he woke up from sleep, and his mouth was dry.

The endorsement is also absent-minded and perfunctory, "Practice determines knowledge, knowledge has a counterproductive effect on practice, practice is the source of knowledge, and practice is the driving force for the development of knowledge..."

"The two factors of a commodity are use-value and value, and value consists of..."

"The measure of value and the means of circulation are the two basic functions of money..."

Xia Zhuo was reciting words silently, and he heard the third sentence without a sentence in his ears.

And then there is no more.

Looking up, the person in front had already fallen asleep again.

Xia Zhuo glanced at the back door of the classroom, only to see Yang Zhao's bear-like figure stepping out of the threshold with his hands behind his back.

Student Lu really didn't give him a second of face.

Gao Xiong witnessed this brother recited three points by heart, so he started to catch up on sleep again.

But he shouldn't care about this matter, the teacher doesn't say anything, and he doesn't disturb people's dreams.

Lu Fenghe slept until the end of morning self-study.

Chen Chaoyang walked around from behind and asked him to have breakfast. At this moment, half of the class left, making a lot of noise. Lu Fenghe actually woke up for a while. He sat up and closed the quick-return manual on the table, ready to followChen Chaoyang left.

Chen Chaoyang glanced at him unintentionally, then turned his head again, sat down on Gao Xiong's seat in a fuss, and looked at him nervously, "What's wrong with you, you won't have hypoglycemia again."

Xia Zhuo had just stood up and hadn't left yet, when he heard this, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

Lu Fenghe rested his arms on the edge of the table, lowered his eyes, his face was sickly white, and he was very listless.

Chen Chaoyang was frightened by his low blood sugar. In the third year of junior high school, no one reported in the sports meeting class, so Chen Chaoyang forced the two of them to run 3 kilometers.

Lu Fenghe didn't eat that morning, so he fell down on the ground in the middle of the 3,000-meter run.

At that time, the principal of the experiment was so frightened that he stood up from the rostrum all of a sudden, thinking that he had run away to death.

Zhao Suizi next to her pulled her wrist and raised her chin towards the back door, "Let's go."

Xia Zhuo looked away from him naturally, Chen Chaoyang was beside him, she didn't ask too many questions, she lowered her head and hurried away.

A second before she turned her head, someone seemed to look at her, and it was hot and direct again, without any concealment.

Xia Zhuo was dragged by Suizi to the new breakfast shop, which had quite a variety of varieties. After going around, she got a sandwich and yogurt, thought about it when paying the bill, and went back to get another bottle.

When she returned to the classroom, no one was at the front desk.

The red leather cover with the speedback manual was returned on the table, just as she looked at it when she left.

Xia Zhuo sat on the seat and slowly ate a sandwich, while Zhao Suizi held her mobile phone and concentrated on squatting around her idol in the Taobao store.

A few minutes later, Zhao Suizi put the phone away, took a sip of the yogurt viciously, and leaned back as if discouraged, "The inventory is too low every time, so it's gone? I didn't click in."

Xia Zhuo encouraged her, "Next time."

Zhao Suizi sighed again and said, "In the next life."

After the recess ended, until the preparation bell rang, the seat in front of Xia Zhuo was always vacant.

Xia Zhuo remembered Chen Chaoyang's words before he left and his uneasy expression, so he couldn't help but ask Gao Xiong, "Where did he go?"

Gao Xiong turned sideways and replied, "It seems that I'm not feeling well, so I asked for leave and left."

The position in front seems to have been cursed by someone. This position was originally a girl who asked for leave last week and hasn't come yet.

The new classmate sat here for a few days to make up his seat, and also asked for leave to go home.

The bottle of yogurt she bought was still quietly lying in the drawer, and now it seems that she can't give it out.

"Not hypoglycemia."

Lu Fenghe was standing at the school gate, and Ms. Song asked him if he had hypoglycemia at first sight.

He went to ask for leave because he wanted to go back to sleep, and he could walk by himself. Yang Zhao worried that if he let him go out like this, something would happen on the way, and he had to ask his parents to pick him up at the door.

So a simple "want to sleep", through Yang Zhao's mouth, quickly developed to Ms. Song mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people to drive to the school gate to pick him up.

He became a doctor after a long illness, and he knew it wasn't hypoglycemia, it should be that the cold that didn't heal quickly was getting serious again.

When Ms. Song listened to that bullshit Taoist priest, the whole family moved from the capital to Dong Jiang. It was as if the prophecy had come true. He seldom got sick after the first three and a half years.

Only got sick once in high school and was fine the next day.

Like this time, endless and repeated illnesses, it feels like it's happened in the last life for a long time.

At the gate of the attached middle school, Ms. Song asked him to get in the car, but refused to let him go back to sleep. As far as colds were concerned, he had been taking medicine on and off for almost two weeks, and he should have recovered, but this time it obviously didn't.

In the middle of the morning, he couldn't sleep well, but was taken directly to the hospital.

I never thought that the history is always surprisingly similar, and a lot of miscellaneous examinations were done, but the cause could not be found.

The sitting doctor placed his hands on the keyboard to type, and asked quietly, "How long has the low fever been?"

Ms. Song was anxious, so she said for him first, "Two weeks."

The doctor looked over, and Lu Fenghe said silently, "Three weeks."

In the first few days, he didn't take it seriously, he took it by himself, and then he started to take medicine when he felt really uncomfortable.

The doctor quickly typed a few words, and then asked, "How old are you, do you go to school?"

He replied, "Seventeen, third year in high school."

After the doctor carefully read the test sheets and asked a few simple questions.

Lu Fenghe turned around and went out, and successfully got a new diagnosis sheet in his hand.

Diagnosis results: Suspected of heavy study pressure, excessive fatigue, and malnutrition.

Every day he confuses the pressure of eating and sleeping so that he can have a fart.

quack.

Ms. Song would not feel at ease if she didn't stare at him for a checkup. Now that the process is over and the test results are all right, these few sentences about the diagnosis of fatigue seem to be written out of nowhere.

The problem is, no problem, there is no way to start.

Ms. Song was even more disturbed.

In the end, his mother asked him to stay here for a few bottles of medicine. During the injection, Lu Fenghe scanned the list of eye medicine, what kind of glucose and what kind of vitamins.

Ms. Song felt at ease when she was poked twice.

After a busy morning at the hospital, it was already past three in the afternoon when got home.

Ms. Song stopped the car and did not come up. Lu Fenghe entered the door and lay down lazily on the sofa. She was relaxed and tired. She took out her mobile phone with one hand, and the messages on the screen were all from the same person.

Chen Chaoyang: "Are you okay, brother?"

Chen Chaoyang: "What did the doctor say?"

Chen Chaoyang: "Respond to the message."

Chen Chaoyang: "Could it be that there is something wrong with the inspection?"

Chen Chaoyang: "Hey, don't scare me."

Chen Chaoyang: "This morning, it will not be the last time we meet."

He tapped his phone and replied.

L: "No shit, just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

Maybe it was the effect of the medicine, or maybe it was because he was already sleepy all morning and it got worse.

Before Chen Zhaoyang could reply after sending this message, he fell asleep again.

Lu Fenghe asked for leave in the morning, his things and schoolbags were all in the drawer, and he didn't take anything away.

After school in the evening, Chen Chaoyang took the initiative to come over to help him pack his things. There were only a few things in total, and they were light in his schoolbag.

There are two days left for the winter vacation. Judging by the battle, he probably won't come.

There were people around asking questions about homework, and some people suddenly couldn't find the papers and hurriedly rummaged through the desk pockets, but no one noticed Xia Zhuo's side.

She carried her schoolbag, held the strap of the schoolbag in one hand, and held the bottle of yogurt in the morning with the other. After a moment of hesitation, she stopped Chen Chaoyang before he left, "Chen Chaoyang, this one belongs to him too."

Chen Chaoyang was about to zip up his schoolbag, when he heard this, he took it, threw it in, and said carelessly, "Thank you."

There are only a few blank papers in his schoolbag, and the heaviest thing is probably this bottle of yogurt.

After Chen Zhaoyang packed his things, he took his schoolbag and left. It seemed that he would send it to his house.

Xia Zhuo came home from school as usual, the road was cold and windy, and the shadows cast by dry branches on the ground were intertwined and chaotic. She would always think of these few meetings in her mind. He always seemed to be sick, he seemed to be,He was still the sickly person who was in poor health back then.

At night, the community was sparsely populated, Xia Zhuo was thinking wildly for a while, and a man and a woman next to him were talking, but she didn't pay attention to it until a sentence slipped into her ears unexpectedly.

"Master, tell me the truth, can my son live past the age of eighteen?"

Xia Zhuo turned his head and glanced to the left, she seems to have seen this woman before.

That was the person who told Lu Fenghe to go back with his clothes in Tongzilou that day.

"Yes." The man pinched his hands and counted, with a good look, "but there are some things that need to be paid attention to."

The woman nodded, "Speak."

"Poverty, simplicity, the two characters can be broken. Eat five grains, avoid women's sex, only the southeast Fengshui supports people, longevity and relocation to the west..."

I don't know if it's true or not, but the half fairy squinted her eyes and said clearly.

Even if it's a fool, it looks like it's real.

Xia Zhuo half lowered his head and continued to move forward. Before he had gone far, he saw a thin strip of red paper on the ground. The small piece was wetted by frost, and the golden writing on it was even more obvious:

Lu Fenghe, male, seventeen, ninth day of May, Zishi.