Lu Heming's home is in the west of the city, quite far from the school.

His previous grades were pretty good, so he was admitted to the current high school.

But don't know if it's because I've degenerated after went to high school, and grades are now at the bottom.

Jiang Ji took the address and asked from door to door, and finally found Lu Heming's house in the unfinished building.

Before he had time to go upstairs, he heard the sound of a woman screaming upstairs.

Jiang Ji's footsteps stopped, and he heard the neighbor next door lament: "What kind of crime did that kid from the Lu family do to have such a father and mother."

The woman who was knitting with her nodded and sighed: "That boy is not stupid, he knows how to go out and hide. If you want me to say that his mother is sober for a while, and crazy for a while, his father beats people when he is drunk.Just don't come back, it's better to move out alone than to stay here."

Hearing that Lu Heming had gone out to hide, Jiang already breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't really want to go upstairs to face Lu Heming's family situation.

Besides, although Lu Heming seems quite casual, he has self-esteem in his bones. If he goes up and encounters some bad scenes, it will really hurt Lu Heming's face.

Thinking of this, he moved his feet and went over to politely ask Lu Heming where he was going.

The women knew at a glance that he was a student sent to see how Lu Heming was doing. This was not the first time he had come, but the previous two times he had been scared away.

They looked at each other and pointed in a certain direction.

Someone couldn't help saying: "Little handsome guy, please persuade Xiaolu more, he is still young, he can't spend his whole life in this family."

Jiang was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "I know."

After finishing speaking, he thanked them again, and went to look for Lu Heming.

Finally, found Lu Heming next to the trash can.

The boy was wearing the clothes he wore yesterday, his hair was messy, his eyes were closed and he didn't know if he was asleep or not.

Jiang Ji walked quietly, but there was inevitably a lot of rubbish beside the trash can, and he stepped on the plastic without noticing, making a small sound.

Although the voice was small, it was enough to startle the boy with his eyes closed.

Lu Heming opened his eyes warily.

When he saw Jiang Ji, he was obviously taken aback, stood up reflexively, and smiled: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ji groaned: "Take Lao Huang's order, come to see if you are alive or dead."

Lu Heming didn't seem to expect that he would tell the truth without hesitation, he was taken aback for a moment, patted his shoulder, and was rather proud: "How is it? Look at it, I'm still alive, and I'm alive and well."

Jiang Ji snorted, walked over, and chose a place far away from the garbage dump.

"It's not a good place to sit, sit next to the garbage dump, you're really not afraid of those flies getting into your nostrils." He patted the seat next to him, motioning for Lu Heming to come over.

Lu Heming hesitated for a moment, walked over, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It doesn't matter where you sit, and I'm not so stupid to let flies drill into my nose."

After finishing speaking, he gave Jiang Ji a weird look: "You sound like someone who has experienced it, so you won't be tricked, right?"

Embarrassment flashed across Jiang Ji's face, and then he smiled and said, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak.

Lu Heming clicked his tongue: "I can't tell, my little deskmate."

Jiang no longer wanted to talk about this topic with him, but seeing that Lu Heming was still fine, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you come to school today?" He got down to business.

Lu Heming yawned: "I don't want to go. I haven't slept comfortably in the open air in the classroom. Lao Huang has bad breath. Every time he stands next to me in class, the smell is overwhelming."

Jiang already agreed with this point, and he was very glad that he sat inside instead of beside the aisle.

"Your home..." He asked hesitantly.

Lu Heming shrugged helplessly: "It's still the same. My mother used to be awake for a long time, but now it's a little shorter."

Jiang already had some doubts: "Why didn't you send him to the hospital? Wouldn't it be easy to hurt people if this continues."

Lu Heming groaned, with a dazed look on his face: "I locked her up at home and sent her to the hospital. She will beg me as soon as she wakes up. I can't just leave her there alone."

"And the family has no money for her to stay in the hospital." He was a little distressed: "I didn't want to go to school, I wanted to go out and find some work, but my mother would drag me to school as soon as she woke up.Go ahead, she will make trouble, and she will not stop making trouble for three days and three nights."

According to Lu Heming, his mother is not completely crazy, but she is only awake for a short time, but she is a little bit rational, she is like a normal person, she can go out to buy groceries, she can talk about his grades, like a normal mother.

But as soon as he gets sick, he will recognize the wrong person when he is slightly stimulated. Last time, he was recognized as his father, and he smashed the bowl to kill him.

His mother fell ill last night, so that now he shuts his mother at home, does not let her out, confiscated all sharp weapons, and tied her to the sofa. He couldn't stay alone, so he went to sleep next to the garbage dumpwith.

And his father, the gambler who owed his bills, got drunk and didn't know where to play wild.

He has not been back for several days.

Speaking of this, Lu Heming's eyebrows stretched slightly, and he smiled a little: "Maybe he died in some unknown corner, divided by rats and ants."

Jiang already didn't know how to comfort him, he just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your mother loves you."

Lu Heming raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Jiang Ji said, "Unfortunately, I haven't even seen my mother."

He met the young man's surprised gaze, and said indifferently, "I am an orphan, but I have a very good grandma. She is sick now, but I am still working hard for her and myself."

He stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and stretched his waist: "So Lu Heming, why don't you give your mother a good grade in the exam while she is still awake, and let her see youCan stand out."

The reason for saying this is entirely because it is impossible for Lu Heming to go out to work.

After all, in the plot, he had to repeat it, probably because of the pressure of that Aunt Lu whom he had never met.

I just don't know what the final outcome of Lu and Ming will be.

But according to his ingenuity, it is not impossible to get into a good university.

Jiang already envied this kind of natural brain.

not to him...

Oh yes, he's just a cannon fodder supporting role, it's normal that his brain is not very good.

If it works too well, I guess it will be the role of anti-killing the protagonist, turning himself into a serf and singing.

For a while, Jiang felt that this reason made him feel very relieved.

Lu Heming was stunned for a while before he smiled and said, "You are the first to say that to me."

Jiang no longer took it seriously: "There will be many more in the future."

Normal people should persuade him to read more.

In this society, although reading is not the only way out, it is the best way out.

Lu Heming shook his head when he heard the words: "There will be no one."

Jiang Ji let out an ah, somewhat at a loss: "What do you mean?"

Lu Heming smiled, stood up and rubbed Jiang Ji's head: "Okay, thank you for coming to comfort my little classmate today, you go back quickly, if you don't go back, it will be late, I can't keep you here.”

Jiang Ji's hair was messed up, he stroked it, and checked the time, it was indeed getting late.

Before leaving, he left a phone number for Lu Heming and said, "Call me this number if you have anything to do. I usually don't turn off my mobile phone."

Lu Heming took his note dumbfounded, and under Jiang Ji's gaze, he stuffed it very preciously into his chest pocket: "Understood, I won't drop it."

Jiang was already amused by him, and raised his hand at him: "Okay, I'll go first, if you really can't make it through, you can apply to Lao Huang to see if there is any odd job for you in the school."

As he said that, he added: "If you don't mind, I also have a job to recruit temporary workers."

Lu Heming patted his head: "I know, I know, let's go."

So just like that, he stood where he was, his eyes following the boy's figure, until he disappeared from his sight along with the setting sun shining from the side of the street.

Lu Heming bowed his head, his fingers tightly clutching the note given by the boy.

He lied to Jiang Ji.

He didn't put the note in his pocket.

He felt that it was safer to hold it in the palm of his hand.

will not be lost.

When we got home, it was already dark.

Jiang had already taken out the key, poked it into the keyhole, and opened the door to enter the house.

The layout of one bedroom and one living room is not too big, but it is more than enough for him to live alone.

He hadn't had dinner yet, and Jiang had already ordered a takeaway extravagantly.

While eating, had a video with Grandma Jiang.

The old man's body and bones have become much stronger recently, and he seems to be in high spirits.

However, another month of chemotherapy is due, and I am afraid that I will be weak again.

She was playing cards with the little sister in the next bed, and her eyes narrowed when she smiled.

Grandma Jiang couldn't help nagging: "Xiao Jiang, are you going to have a National Day holiday over there? When are you coming back? I miss you."

Although she kept telling Jiang Ji not to come back, the old lady still missed her grandson.

Jiang couldn't help his eyes turning red, and said in a buzzing voice, "It should be let go. I'll check when the time comes, maybe there will be no tickets."

Grandma Jiang sighed in disappointment: "If you can't buy it, forget it, just watch it on the phone."

Jiang already lowered his head and hummed.

He also wanted to go back, back to grandma.

But he can't go back.

He didn't dare to tell Grandma Jiang, so he could only eat a big mouthful of rice alone, suppressing the sourness.

Fearing that the old lady would find out that something was wrong, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

Inevitably, he ate too much for dinner, so Jiang already threw away the food box and went for a walk in the nearby park to digest his food.

There were not many people walking, the street lights were dim, and the moon in the sky was flickering. He found a chair and sat down, wanting to enjoy the cool breeze.

Before Jiang could breathe out, there was a sudden pain in the back of his head, and before he could even react, he fell into pitch darkness.

The second before he closed his eyes and lost consciousness, Jiang Ji had only one thought.

Is he going to kill early?

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