Near the end of the term, the leave that Bai Zhijing had asked for should be cancelled, Shang Chu gave him a month to think about it, and now the time has come.
"Dad, Dad, I've made up my mind." At the dinner table, Bai Zhijing stuffed a mouthful of white rice into his mouth, "I'm definitely going to go to school, and now I need a diploma for everything, and I can't hold a junior high school diploma." It’s embarrassing for you to go out with your graduation certificate.”
"That's a good idea," Shang Chu heard what he hadn't finished, and then asked, "And then?"
"And then," Bai Zhijing pursed his lips unconsciously, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't want to go back to No. [-] Middle School, I want to transfer to another school, you can give me the whole private school."
He was clearly mentally prepared, but for some reason, he still felt unsure of himself when he said this, as if he had done something wrong.
"Okay," Shang Chu put down his chopsticks with a smile, "that's just right, anyway, people say you are an ignorant idiot from a rich family, so I'll go and find out which private middle school in the capital has the most rich people tomorrow. You send it in too, it would be great if you join them, or a group of dudes, don't look down on anyone."
Bai Zhijing paused with his fingertips and licked his dry lips: "I didn't mean that..."
"It doesn't mean what does it mean?" Shang Chu slowly suppressed the smile on his face, staring at Bai Zhijing.
Bai Aize also put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said solemnly: "Jing'er, make it clear."
"I don't know how to say it," Bai Zhi Jingshen breathed out, "They always say me, I... I can't hold it anymore, Dad, why should I be bullied like this, I really . . . what a fucking fuck!"
Bai Zhijing said a simple sentence intermittently, he really didn't want to recall those scenes, he couldn't recall their faces when they said "Jing Feifei was killed by you".Bai Zhijing said that it is true that he feels like vomiting when he thinks of school, it is not some exaggerated rhetorical technique, it is indeed an irrepressible physiological reaction.
Just want to vomit.
"Bai Zhijing, do you feel that you are particularly wronged?" Shang Chu snorted coldly, "Feel that the whole world is sorry for you?"
Bai Zhijing lowered his head and said nothing, he knew that Shang Chu was really angry.
His two fathers have always given him the greatest freedom. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t study well, it doesn’t matter if he is too playful, and it doesn’t matter if he cries a lot when he is a teenager. He can do anything, but he cannot escape.
Bai Zhijing knew that he had an ostrich mentality, so he buried his head in the sand, as if he could avoid the raging sandstorm outside.
Shang Chu gave him a month, the intention was to let him pull his head out of the sand, but he didn't expect that instead of regaining the courage to face the storm, he decided to escape from this area completely and go to another place. To survive in a comfortable and comfortable environment.
"Where is this? Just tell me that you can't hold it anymore." Shangchu stared at Bai Zhijing with eagle-like eyes, "If there is anything you can't hold on, you just fucking stand up Go to class with a dignified chest, who can do anything to you? When I was in school, if I was like you, I couldn’t even survive this, and now there will be no you at all!"
"Father, but I'm not you," Bai Zhijing stared at a braised lion's head on the plate in front of him, and said in a low voice, "At that time, you swore to grow up quickly, swore to become No. The first Omega to be admitted to the police academy, but I am not as powerful as you, nor do I have such great ideals as you; I am not talking about competing for No. 1, I am thankful if I do not become the last; With that earth-shattering rebellious spirit, I finally met a teacher who encouraged me to believe in me, and I was very happy; Feifei will be together forever, just like we used to..."
Shang Chu didn't expect Bai Zhijing to say these words, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
Bai Zhijing slowly raised his head, the tails of his eyes were slightly red, and his eyelashes were slightly moist.
"But these are all gone, the teacher I respect is gone, and the friend I like is gone." Bai Zhijing looked a little dazed, "I can't sleep well at night, and now I think I can do it without taking medicine." Get a good night's sleep, the kind where you can see the dawn when you open your eyes..."
take medicine? What kind of medicine is this silly boy taking?
Shang Chu and Bai Aize glanced at each other, both of them felt nervous, and asked with a frown, "Jing'er, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"A little bit." Bai Zhijing wiped the corners of his eyes heavily with the back of his hand, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth, "Nothing else, just quite nauseous."
The next morning, Bai Aize went to No. [-] Middle School to suspend Bai Zhijing, and drove his son to the best private psychological clinic in the capital.
For such a long time, they haven't noticed anything strange about Bai Zhijing. He was originally such an optimistic kid, the kind that would make him happy all day long by giving him a popsicle.
But now, the silly boy seems to have gotten into a dead end. He behaved in the same way during the day, and he was still careless and heartless, so that even the closest people around him didn't notice. They kept their eyes open and couldn't sleep all night.
In fact, Bai Zhijing's problem is not serious, far from the level of mental disorder, but he still comes to the clinic regularly for treatment under Bai Aize's request.
Bai Zhijing doesn't reject psychiatrists, in his opinion, seeing a doctor is just sitting and listening to music and chatting, and the psychiatrist is gentle and gentle, and his voice is nice, so he quite likes coming here.
After another half a month like this, Grandpa suddenly suffered from respiratory failure in the middle of the night, so he went into the operating room and almost couldn't get out.
The doctor handed over the notice of critical illness and asked who is the family member, come and sign it quickly.
"I am." Xu Xu said in a deep voice.
Compared with Ying Yingzi, who was curled up on the wooden bench and lost his mind, Xu Xu seemed very calm, and he could even calmly tell the doctor which medicines he was allergic to.
The doctor seemed to have never seen such a rational family member in the face of life and death, and looked at Xu Xu with some surprise.
Bai Zhijing was almost deceived by Xu Xu's calm appearance.
He quickly glanced at the notice, lifted the cap of the pen, and wrote the first stroke of the word "Ying" in the signature place, but he couldn't make a point.
It was only then that Bai Zhijing realized that Xu Xu's hand holding the pen was trembling slightly, and his fingertips pressed hard on the pen holder, showing a frightening bluish-white color.
He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the promise was also so fragile...
Since Grandpa was hospitalized, Xu Xu didn't even show any difference from before. He didn't even have a moment of pretending to be strong, as if this matter was no big deal, just like the sun rising and setting, it is a natural law. The most normal thing to do.
He seems to have made all these preparations long ago, no matter the result is good or bad, he can accept it calmly.
It wasn't until the moment when he saw the veins bulging on the back of Xu Xu's hand that Bai Zhijing realized that Xu Xu also had a flesh and blood body like him, Xu Xu was not some invulnerable steel giant.
"Are you still signing?" the doctor asked, he thought that the calm young man in front of him who refused to write was probably about to give up the critically ill old man in the operating room.
Bai Zhi took a deep breath: "Sign it, we will sign it."
He walked to Xu Xu, held Xu Xu's wrist, and wrote his name on the cold notice with Xu Xu.
Promise is a good handwriting, and his strokes are always vigorous, but this time he even wrote his own name crookedly.
After guarding the door of the operating room with the red light on for most of the night, the red light indicating "in operation" finally went out, and two doctors opened the door and walked out.
Bai Zhijing's heart hangs in his throat, afraid of hearing the words that often appear in TV dramas - "Sorry, we did our best."
"The operation went well and the patient is out of danger."
Xu Xu was obviously relieved, Bai Zhijing took Xu Xu's hand and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."
At this moment, Ying Yingzi who had been shrinking in the corner suddenly uttered a cry.
Bai Zhijing and Xu followed the sound and found that Ying Yingzi was covered in cold sweat, clutching her stomach, with a depressed and painful expression.