Purple Yawu

Chapter 36 The Shadow Man 03

The tug-of-war competition came as scheduled.

Seeing that class 15 is about to start, everyone in the class is full of energy, and everyone is doing their best to cheer for the players, except Jiao Feng.

Lu Fengqian noticed that Jiao Feng's hand was always in his pocket, as if he was holding something like an amulet tightly.

He Ming leaned over: "What are you looking at?"

Lu Fengqian curled his lips, and turned to the other half of the playground: "See, there is a beautiful woman over there."

He Ming's face was full of black lines, and he made a gesture to pinch Lu Fengqian's waist, but the other side dodged and failed to control his balance.

He Ming stretched out his hand to embrace him back, and said angrily, "Your eyes are on the back of your head, they flash so fast!"

Lu Fengqian smiled innocently: "People make mistakes."

He Ming: "I think you made a mistake."

"Tsk, who are you scolding!"

Before He Ming could reply, Du Lele, the squad leader, came and shouted:

"Both of you, come on stage!"

He Ming was going to get the gloves, but a female classmate ran over and hurriedly said, "Squad leader, Zhang Zhiqiang hurt his hand and can't pull it out."

There was a commotion behind.

Du Lele looked confused: "Didn't he be fine just now?"

Female classmate: "The one cut by Jiao Feng with a knife has already been sent to the infirmary."

Lu Fengqian frowned at the sound, Jiao Feng was usually honest, how could he suddenly make such a move?

Du Lele pinched Shan Gen: "It's all right, don't worry, I'll go."

The homeroom teacher was an old fox who was not surprised, so he calmed down the episode very quickly.

All the players put on their gloves, a whistle sounded, and the game started.

He Ming felt a huge pulling force at this moment.

He leaned back, moaning and pulling back step by step according to the tune, but he seemed to be standing still.

Sure enough, after a while, Class [-] couldn't hold on anymore, and the marking point was dragged into the red line bit by bit by the opponent.

The game seemed to be over before it even started.

There was a burst of cheers on the other side, elated.

The class teacher gave a thumbs up and smiled a little forcedly: "It's okay, just do your best."

The atmosphere in the class dropped to freezing point.

I don't know which classmate said in a low voice: "The opposite person is tall and burly, and Jiao Feng even scratched Zhang Zhiqiang. How can this compare?"

A few people followed suit: "That's right, this Jiao Feng, just relying on his background to join our class, is always so neurotic, really annoying."

"That's right, you said that she is not good-looking, with a look of mine, where does she have the confidence?"

……

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't be overheard by Lao Chen."

When Lu Fengqian returned to class, he found that Jiao Feng had already left, so he should have been driven home.

He felt empty around him, so he patted Fangyan at the front table, and said, "Hey, I think my deskmate is usually quite honest, what's going on today?"

Fang Yan speaks in a soft voice, inexplicably a little whiny, perhaps the type that many boys like:

"It seems that Zhang Zhiqiang provoked her first, but Jiao Feng is usually a little... I can't tell. Last time, she cried for two nights for no reason."

Fang Yan: "I also heard that she was not called Jiao Feng before, nor was her surname Jiao. It was she who insisted on changing the name."

Lu Fengqian pursed his lips and nodded, like a mushroom whose head was hammered by water drops.

The next day, Jiao Feng came back.

All the students in the class were like sunflowers withered in the sun, with their heads hanging down, pretending not to see it.

Lu Fengqian found a class that was extremely noisy, leaned on the table and asked Jiao Feng:

"Yesterday, Zhang Zhiqiang made you unhappy?"

Jiao Feng looked at the other party in astonishment, as if he didn't expect anyone to care about her: "Yes."

Lu Fengqian's eyes were gentle:

"Can you talk to me?"

Jiao Feng clasped his stomach on the table, and said softly: "He said I... look like a dead person, without energy."

Lu Fengqian was silent for a few seconds, and decided to change the subject:

"Well, I heard that your name was not Jiao Feng before?"

The opponent may have been poked at a painful point, his hands were shaking non-stop, and the spikes all over his body stood up.

Lu Fengqian reacted quickly:

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that."

Jiao Feng: "It's okay."

For the sake of cliche, Lu Fengqian decided to reveal his sincerity first:

"Would you like to hear me tell a story?"

After all, telling the truth to a dying person is definitely not a loss.

The other party nodded, not daring to look at him.

Lu Fengqian: "The protagonist of the story is a boy. He lives in a boring and ridiculous era. The invisible smoke of gunpowder permeates his life every day, seeping into the bones and blood of this generation."

"The boy's mother is a mathematician, virtuous and beautiful, extremely intelligent, and his father... is an officer."

"One day, the internal information of the military department was leaked, and this father became the biggest suspect. He was desperate. In order to survive, he did not hesitate to frame his wife, threatening that she stole secrets through him."

Lu Fengqian sneered and didn't describe any more details.

"At the end of the story, the boy's father shot and killed his wife with his own hands."

"In front of his children."

Lu Fengqian couldn't help recalling the scene of that day, as if someone forcibly cut the photo of the memory across his skull and stuffed it into his mind:

Brains and blood, boys and tears.

Jiao Feng turned to look at him, with indistinct emotions flashing in those swollen eyes:

"Is that little boy you?"

He shook his head with a wry smile, gritted his teeth and replied:

"No."

Jiao Feng finally showed a heartfelt smile: "Thank you for talking to me."

Even though her face is full of youthful marks, the girl shows her teeth and smiles with tears, which is really beautiful.

Lu Fengqian: "No, thank you for talking with me."

Class bell, get out of class bell.

At night, Lu Fengqian saw a letter on the table.He read it from the beginning to the end, and the wild fonts were full of humble suffering.

The letter ends with:

"From: the dead Han Rufeng."

Lu Fengqian closed his eyes and knew who wrote it without guessing.