It looked like something that fell from that half-fairy's body.

Xia Zhuo bent down to pick up the note, and then turned around, the man and woman who spoke just now were gone.

She glanced at the note, then at the empty intersection behind, and finally put the note in her pocket.

Lu Fenghe slept so deeply in the afternoon that he was woken up by Chen Chaoyang's knock on the door.

Ms. Song was not in the room, so he slept alone on the sofa from afternoon to night.

Standing at the door, Chen Chaoyang was carrying his schoolbag, and glanced at the people in the room. His hair was a bit messy, with a tuft of hair sticking out on the right side. He looked sleepy as if he had just woken up, but his complexion was much better than in the morning.

Chen Chaoyang closed the door and took a step inside, "Lu, are you okay? What did the doctor say?"

Lu Fenghe took his schoolbag, turned and walked to the sofa, "It's nothing, just a cold."

No fault was found in the inspection, and he didn't know what to say.

Chen Chaoyang followed, a little worried, "You have been cold for so long this time, and you haven't been so sick for a long time."

Lu Fenghe was leaning on the sofa, sitting with his legs open, slouching, not taking it seriously at all, and still in a mood to tease, "It can't be that the Taoist priest's prophecy four years ago will be fulfilled. My brother and I are still together."If you don't live to be eighteen, you'll have to die."

"Bah, bah, don't talk nonsense." Chen Chaoyang patted him, "It's unlucky."

Lu Fenghe's schoolbag was padded behind him, and his waist suddenly felt tight, he pulled it out and squeezed it, "What is this?"

As he spoke, he unzipped the zipper casually, picked it up, and saw that it was a bottle of yogurt.

"Isn't it yours?" Chen Chaoyang recalled, "When I helped you pack your things, the squad leader gave it to me and said it was yours."

Lu Fenghe remembered the appearance of that little cotton, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, and he didn't say no, and responded in a neutral manner.

Ms. Song didn't know where she had gone. He hadn't eaten all day, so he was really hungry.

Now took the bottle of yogurt, unceremoniously opened the lid and took a sip, it was not bad.

The cell phone that had been neglected by the side all the time suddenly shook suddenly, and he took it over to look at it.

Ms. Song: "Are you at home? I have found a master, and I will meet you later."

Mom is asking God for divination again.

Lu Fenghe nodded with his fingertips, saying something perfunctory.

L: "Another day, I feel bad today, I can't get up."

At this time, it is more effective to say so, otherwise Ms. Song may come up with some tricks to get him to go down.

He held the bottle of yogurt loosely, put the phone down, leaned back on the sofa again, tilted his head slightly, his body was boneless, and his voice was dry and hoarse, "Four years are almost here, I might have to leave again."

Chen Zhaoyang didn't react, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." He pulled his lower lip helplessly, "It depends on where the Taoist is this time."

In this matter, he has completely laid flat, and he has no intention of struggling at all.

Chen Chaoyang, who is also a staunch materialist, was also confused by his two sentences, "Is it really so mysterious?"

Lu Fenghe rested his arms beside him, and turned his head to look at him leisurely, "It's fake."

Knowing it was fake, why did you still leave?

Chen Chaoyang frowned and thought hard. After thinking for a while, he felt like a dead end.

Lu Fenghe is his best friend, they are not together in high school, but he always comes to play with Lu Fenghe, although Lu Fenghe sometimes talks very viciously, but he has no bad intentions, he treats others generously and sincerely, and is very charming.

Chen Zhaoyang knew that four years ago, because of the Taoist's words, Lu Fenghe's entire family, including grandparents, moved from the capital to Dong Jiang from Beijing.

It's just that the one in the family would rather believe in something than nothing, and want him to live.

Lu Fenghe's life has always been a common second-generation routine. His family doesn't ask for grades, he likes to go to school, and he likes to read books. Anyway, sitting and eating is enough for him to finish his life. All he wants is for him to grow up healthy.Just be upright.

It wasn't until Lu Fenghe knew about his brother's existence two years ago that he felt that he had been acting as a white-moonlight/muse stand-in for so many years, awkward and twisted, secretly trying to distinguish himself from Lu Chuanxing.

The family has no ancestral foundation, and they used to live in a difficult situation. It was after Lu Chuanxing's death that the family was catching up with the first batch of e-commerce companies, and the Jiangnan clothing business suddenly prospered.Tears from the white-haired man to the black-haired man, this made them double all the love and superior material life that they hadn't had time to give, and compensate Lu Fenghe with revenge.

If they treat him badly, ignore them, ignore them, Lu Fenghe can leave without any psychological burden, and never look back, but he enjoys the unique material conditions in this home and the family doubles.Love.

Four years is almost here. According to the Taoist priest at that time, he should move every four years and graduate from high school, and he should leave again.

He is seventeen years old this year, his parents are already 58, and they have two sons successively. That is the 36 years they spent in it.

Been in it half my life.

A Taoist priest prophesied that the whole family would move, and everything revolved around him. Whenever he looked at Ms. Song's white hair on the sideburns, even if he didn't want to, he couldn't say no.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, in the third year of high school, others enjoy their future in the middle of the night, chatting with friends about the ideal city and where they want to go to university.

Only he can't see anything, can't see the future, can't see the future, and can't even decide where to live, let alone where to go to school.

At that time, it will all depend on the Taoist priest opening his mouth.

Guide to the south, point to the north.

Afterwards, he may be farming with his back to the sky facing the loess, or he may be raising chickens.

It mainly depends on which job can "eliminate disasters and save lives".

Even Tongzilou and the attached middle school are geomantic treasures suitable for "raising popularity" calculated last month by temporary divination.

He is like a migratory bird migrating for a period of four years, and also like a canary with no worries about food and clothing.

It doesn't matter to dawdle in this world every day.

Some people say Lu Fenghe, what are you still dissatisfied with? The family is complete, the material is superior, the family loves and loves you, and revolves around you.Can't ask for it.

But everything has a price, and the doubled love invisibly makes him shoulder the mission of two people, one is his own, and the other is his dead brother Lu Chuanxing.

Chen Chaoyang sighed, not knowing what to say, and patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "Don't think too much, your brother is your brother, you are you, don't take everything on yourself."

But most of the time, Lu refused to admit it.

"Don't be hypocritical." Lu Fenghe lazily raised his eyelids and looked at him with a heartless look, "I have nothing to worry about."

Chen Chaoyang knew that he didn't want to talk about it, so he changed the subject wisely, "I brought back all the school things for you, will you go back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

Lu Fenghe said casually, "I won't go, it's boring."

There are only two days left before the holiday, and besides, he didn't go there to study.

Ms. Song gave him a good reason for transferring to the attached high school.

The theory of Fengshui nourishing people.

What a nonsense.

For the remaining two days before the winter vacation, he really didn't come back.

However, after only a week, the figure at the front table who started to sleep as soon as the hoodie buttoned up suddenly stopped coming, and Xia Zhuo was still a little uncomfortable.

The test papers before leaving school had been handed out one after another, and Lu Fenghe's copy of Chen Chaoyang helped him pack it up neatly, interpreting the word "tiezi" to the extreme.

Winter vacation, deep winter.

Not at school, she probably won't see him again for a long time.

The last time was Monday morning after self-study. She saw him propping his arms on the edge of the table, with his head half-lowered, with a pale face and a listless look.

It was nothing at first, but when he thought of the moment when she turned and walked away, the boy raised his head and looked at her with burning eyes.

She suddenly realized later, did he have something to say at that time?

Do you have something to say to her?

Like a paper boat that suddenly fell into the lake, it swayed a few times in a panic before stabilizing the boat and continuing to move forward.

The more you think about it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

It was obviously just an illness, but it seemed to be the last sight in the story before leaving.

And she became the heroine who made regrets at will.

After thinking about it, Xia Zhuo finally clicked on WeChat, pretending to be the class monitor to ask questions knowingly, condolences to his classmates, and politely said, "Student Lu, before the holiday, three new papers for history and two papers for mathematics were sent out. Did Chen Chaoyang give you all?"

The news shakes.

In the small garden of the community, Lu Fenghe was sitting on a bench with his legs open, basking in the sun, watching the old man in front of him show off a gorgeous dance in front of the fitness equipment.

He had just picked up the cat from the pet hospital, and beside him, Chen Chaoyang was holding the cat, asking the cat's son to recognize him as a godfather.

Lu Fenghe took out his mobile phone, glanced over it eloquently, and then landed on the unfamiliar and polite address at the beginning of this passage.

Classmate Lu.

The author has something to say:

Lu Fenghe: Oh, Chen Chaoyang has a name, and I am classmate Lu.

Xia Zhuo:???