"Your dad is going on a business trip next week, parent-teacher meeting..."

Fei Lan stood in the living room, holding a glass of water in his hand, looking at the woman coming out of the kitchen, "Where did I get the parents?"

Jiang Hui had long been used to Fei Lan like this. She tied a strand of hair hanging down her cheeks and said gently, "You can go and tell your father that this is a matter between you father and son."

Fei Lan lowered his eyelids.

He took a sip of the water in the cup and suddenly laughed.

"Aunt Jiang, Ye Lingwei fell on the playground this afternoon. Do you know what he called me?" Fei Lan said softly, knowing exactly where the pain point of the woman in front of him was.

"He called me brother." Fei Lan said lightly, without any floating emotions, "just like when I was a child."

Jiang Hui, a woman, doesn’t love her or even doesn’t love herself much. What she wants is love that lasts forever, moving the world and sworns to the world.

The only person Fei Lan knew that he could expose the cracks in Jiang Hui's mask was Ye Lingwei.

Her son hurts, and she hurts.

Jiang Hui stood next to the dining table. The lilies on the dining table were changed by my aunt in the morning. The thick and white petals were particularly suitable for Jiang Hui's face.

Fei Lan laughed.

Didn't say anything.

As early as when she chose Fei Qiang, she should have expected this embarrassing situation. The child who called her Aunt Jiang when she was a child still called her Aunt Jiang politely, but the tone and expression between the lines were completely different, as if it was a great sarcasm and ridicule.

But she never regretted it, even now.

She reached out to fiddle with the tableware on the dining table and said softly, "What does that have to do with me?"

Life and death are both fate, and she cannot control it.

Fei Lan was indifferent, but in fact he was indifferent to these people.

Whether it is Jiang Hui, Fei Qiang, or anyone else.

When Ye Lingwei hooked his fingers, he looked down at the boy's soft and beautiful neck. He didn't know where the sweat beads rolled down from the side of his neck. The boy's fingers in his palm were slender and soft.

Even when he was a child, Ye Lingwei never took the initiative to get close to him. It was amazing to be able to call him brother timidly.

Fei Lan listened to the boy's unbearable moan, and a pain that came from nowhere was grasped by the heart. He felt as if he was suffering from the other person's heart disease, and he felt extremely happy.

Just like now, neither of them will have a good time.

Just die here...

It is natural for public viewing.

Fei Lan lowered his eyes and slowly let go of his fingers. Ye Lingwei's fingers were about to slide down from his palm.

"elder brother."

The other party shouted softly.

Fei Lan didn't have time to think too much, and his movements were even one step faster than his brain. He held Ye Lingwei's hand and squatted in front of him.

"elder brother."

He held Ye Lingwei's hand tightly, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and calm, as if there was no terrible movement of the wind and grass, "Don't scream, I'm not your brother."

After sending the person to the infirmary, he stayed alone outside the corridor for a long time. It was a stupid act to take off his anger, but the dark thoughts and impulses just now still occupied all his thinking like crazy.

He called his brother, and he had been since he was a child, regardless of others, at least Ye Lingwei was innocent.

When Fei Lan was a child, he was still very careful about Ye Lingwei's health. He was like a pitiful little animal. When he called him brother for the first time, Fei Lan thought this was a very good thing.

Fragile and fragile. Fei Lan likes such a younger brother. Only he knows how to maintain such a beautiful and fragile porcelain.

Only he is qualified to destroy.

The parent meeting for senior high school students will be held as scheduled.

Ye Lingwei only rested at home for one day, and the next day he went to class as usual. As soon as he went there, he saw Gao Linhao lying on the table and howling with all his might.

"Why is there such a parent-teacher meeting in the world?"

"Can I spend money outside to hire someone?" Gao Linhao said suddenly, and then immediately became depressed, "But I don't have money."

Ye Lingwei sat down, "Parents' Meeting?"

"Didn't you ask for leave?" Gao Linhao got used to talking to Ye Lingwei for a while. Ye Lingwei was not here yesterday afternoon, so he had no one to talk to him. It was also very boring to chat with Brother Lan.

Brother Lan ignored him.

"Actually it's okay." Ye Lingwei said lightly.

His heart disease was discovered later, not a serious type that cannot even be carried out in daily activities. As long as the operation goes smoothly, he still has a high chance of recovering.

Gao Linhao didn't understand this very much, but when he saw Ye Lingwei's face was good, he felt relieved and started to whine.

"Did you forget? There are no parent meetings every year? I always choose this kind of parent meeting when I just upgraded and finished the exam. Last time I held a parent meeting, Pokémon didn't know what he said to my mother. Just on the playground, my ears were almost twisted off by my mother."

"Actually, I think we can't judge heroes by their grades, right? I don't want to take the exam for the National Taiwan University, I want to be a little boy selling flowers."

Gao Linhao began to dance and describe the flower-selling career plan he planned for him to Ye Lingwei, and Ye Lingwei listened with relish.

Gao Linhao and his friends always think that he is bullshit. When they arrive at Ye Lingwei, the other party listens so seriously that Gao Linhao is almost moved and crying.

"But some of the flowers have to be imported."

Gao Linhao nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"And flowers need to be cultivated. Even if you are wholesale from the market, you need to know how flowers are maintained and how they can maintain them to maintain the longest shelf life." Ye Lingwei said slowly.

"Besides, if your business is exported, you must not deal with foreigners. You still have to use English when dealing with them, right?"

"Yes!" Gao Linhao slapped the table, feeling that Ye Lingwei said very well!

“…”

Gao Linhao finished speaking and asked Ye Lingwei, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Ye Lingwei thought for a while and said, "Draw."

"Drawing?" Gao Linhao was confused. Why didn't he go to the specialty class for painting? The division of No. 3 Middle School is very simple. One point in liberal arts and science, one point in arts and sports, and then it's gone.

Besides, Gao Linhao has never seen Ye Lingwei paint.

Ye Lingwei has the talent for painting, but he has never considered this aspect. When he first started learning liberal arts, he was only good at liberal arts, so he couldn't say he liked it much.

A few days ago, I accidentally found a thick stack of drawing papers placed in the drawer under the desk. On it were some cute comic strips. Although the original body was taciturn, its imagination was extremely rich.

In fact, it’s okay to try something new.

"It's so difficult to draw. My mother thought I was stupid and couldn't help it. She also said that the special talent was to take a shortcut, and asked me to go too. I can go to the fucking shortcut, and no road is a shortcut." Gao Linhao complained in his mouth.

Ye Lingwei touched Gao Linhao's head with comfort. This was the only person in this book who made Ye Lingwei feel real and cute.

During the 40-minute break at noon, Ye Lingwei did not ask his aunt to deliver the meal, so he bought a bread in the supermarket, and after eating it, he prepared to go to the bathroom and then go back to the classroom.

There were not many people in the corridor, it was hot at noon and had a lot of homework. Except for those who came out to the bathroom like Ye Lingwei, they could not meet anything else.

When I arrived at the bathroom door, I saw a striking yellow sign standing at the door. Ye Lingwei went downstairs, and the special team's territory was located downstairs.

The bathroom was quiet and quiet. Ye Lingwei washed his hands before he heard the depressing whimpering sound coming from a compartment.

In this situation, people feel a little frizzy on their backs.

“…”

Ye Lingwei rolled up his sleeves and knocked on the door panel of the compartment, "What's wrong with classmate?"

As he asked, the door slowly opened and was not locked at all.

There was a boy squatting inside, his hair was messy, and he had two buttons on his white school uniform, he was not wearing pants, and his face was covered with tears.

Ye Lingwei was startled at first, and then asked, "Why don't you lock the door?"

The boy grew very softly, and he was covered in tears and snot, which was not ugly, nor did he feel that he was bullied.

He curled up with a humiliation, "They won't let me lock the door."

them?

Ye Lingwei just thought for a few seconds and knew who the boys meant, exactly the same as the Class 7 where they were before, and they were happy to bully others.

"Don't worry about me, take the door and leave quickly," the boy whispered, "I just need to stay here until after school, and it will be fine."

Ye Lingwei curled the corners of his mouth and changed the topic, "What's your name?"

Chen Yiming lowered his head and hugged his knees, "Chen Yiming."

"Chen Yiming..." Ye Lingwei called him.

"It's only ten o'clock now, and we'll finish class at 9 o'clock in the evening." Ye Lingwei said helplessly.

"You're just waiting here." Ye Lingwei was moody and his emotions were changing, which almost made Chen Yiming unable to react and could not withstand it.

When Ye Lingwei left, a little bit of anger emanated from his eyebrows and eyes. It was not that he was a bad intention, but that he could empathize with it, because the original body had experienced similar embarrassment and insults.

Chen Yiming tried to call Ye Lingwei. He knew Ye Lingwei, a boy who was so beautiful that he was a little eye-catching. He was transferred to Class 1. He used to be bullied, but he had never heard of it now.

It’s useless like myself, so what else can I do? Chen Yiming smiled bitterly, smiling helplessly.
To be continued...