Scum attack, your father is here!

Chapter 8 "Dad?"

Qi Qingyun was a staunch materialist all his life. Apart from the fact that his faith was slightly shaken by the incident of rebirth, he had never believed in gods and ghosts in his life.

But the panic on Chu Queze's face was so real that Qi Qingyun also had some doubts about her own existence, subconsciously repeated:

"Me? Ghost?"

As soon as the words fell, the cold night wind rolled in along the outer window of the stairwell, just in time for the occasion. The night that just entered autumn was already a little chilly, and it also made Qi Qingyun's words a little misty, like a person in the mountains. As elusive as foggy blue, it makes people feel even more creepy.

Chu Queze's parents had already left the house, and Chu Queze was the only one left at home. He stared at Qi Qingyun's half-dark face cut by the light, and wanted to back away in fear, but he was afraid that his excessive movements would cause trouble. Overwhelmed by Qi Qingyun's vigilance, she froze on the spot wanting to cry but without tears, her wrist was shaking so fast that she wanted to polish the doorknob, her palm was dripping with sweat, and said in a weak voice:

"Uncle Qi, you go back, tomorrow I will burn a few more sticks of incense when I go to your cemetery to pay homage to you..."

"Squad leader, take a good look at who I am?" Qi Qingyun took two steps forward, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and let the light pour on his clear pupils like splashed ink, illuminating those overly ostentatious phoenix eyes.

Every part of the facial features of the person under the lamp is enough to amaze everyone. His long eyebrows are like willows, his eyes are full of stars, his face is smooth and fair, and his jaw line is clear and obvious. Ease.

Qi Yousui's current appearance is completely copied from Qi Qingyun's appearance, that is to say, Qi Qingyun's appearance at the moment is [-]% similar to Qi Yousui, which makes Chu Heze, who has always had a crush on Qi Yousui, see clearly At the moment of Qi Qingyun's appearance, she even forgot to be afraid, subconsciously held her breath, and couldn't help but look at Qi Yousui, and after a moment of hesitation, she couldn't help but expect Ai Ai and said:

"You, how do you know that I am the squad leader?"

"Because I helped you go to the classroom to carry books together at noon today."

Qi Qingyun said lightly: "I'm your classmate Qi Qingyun, not some Uncle Qi."

"........"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Queze couldn't help being stunned, and after struggling to digest the meaning of Qi Qingyun's words, he couldn't help but blushed, his whole body was like a steamed rabbit, wishing to cover his eyes with his ears and pretend that he didn't have himself:

"No, sorry, I recognized the wrong person..."

"It's okay." Qi Qingyun waved his hand, and didn't intend to ask too many questions. After all, although he didn't expect that his neighbor was his classmate, it didn't prevent him from seeking help from Chu Queze:

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Tell me." After figuring out Qi Qingyun's identity, Chu Queze opened the door to let Qi Qingyun come in from the wind, and thoughtfully found slippers, and put his head down at Qi Qingyun's feet. I am embarrassed to say:

"Come in first."

"Can I borrow your computer?" Qi Qingyun said thank you, and then went straight to the point.

"Computer?" Chu Queze was stunned for a moment, then nodded:

"of course can."

"Thank you." Qi Qingyun followed Chu Queze into the room, looked around the internal structure, and found that the room was neat and tidy, the quilt was also folded into squares and placed in the center of the bed, and the books on the bookcase were arranged in stacks , except for a large unorganized suitcase on the ground that looks a bit messy, all aspects of the place are quite satisfactory for an "ordinary high school student" setting.

"I was packing my luggage at the school tomorrow, so I didn't open the door in time." Chu Jueze explained the reason why he opened the door late just now, looking at Qi Qingyun, and smiled embarrassedly:

"Needless to say thank you, you helped me during the day, and I should help you now."

Qi Qingyun didn't refuse, walked to the computer desk and sat down, and all she saw was a desktop wallpaper of Qi Yousui wearing a birthday hat with a stinky face.

Qi Yousui still seemed a little unhappy about celebrating his birthday, the cake was still intact on the table, celebrating a birthday was like a torture for him, and he couldn't even do basic expression management.

"......"

"This..." Qi Qingyun took a close look at Qi Yousui, thinking that this guy looks quite similar to him, he hesitated for a moment, before he finished a complete sentence, Chu Ze's face turned red, he picked his fingers, and said in a low voice:

"Don't worry about that."

"I'm going out first, you check."

After finishing speaking, Chu Queze closed the door thoughtfully, leaving enough privacy for Qi Qingyun to use the computer.

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun paused, and didn't ask any more questions, just opened the browser and started searching for Zhong Xuejin's information.

However, no matter how Qi Qingyun entered the key words, Zhong Xuejin seemed to find no trace of him.

In the end, Qi Qingyun gave up directly searching for Zhong Xuejin's name, thought for a while, and started searching for her own information.

Sure enough, Qi Qingyun successfully found her related entries, and when she saw the Zhongyi Group, she clicked in, scrolled the mouse down, and successfully found the character relationship table.

However, Qi Qingyun's relationship table was also blank, and Zhong Xue, who should have belonged to the "wife" column, had disappeared.

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun was so angry that she didn't bring it up. She was so angry that she almost smashed the broken computer.

In anger, Qi Qingyun's mouse clicked somewhere unintentionally, and a page suddenly popped up under the column belonging to interpersonal relationships, and Zhong Xuejin's information appeared instantly, and the short few lines almost made him Qi Qingyun's heart stopped beating.

Zhong Xuejin, male.

A master's student at Columbia University and the youngest son of Zhong Zhichun, the richest man in Nangang.

The widow of Qi Qingyun, the president of Zhongyi Group.

He was 33 years old.

At the age of 33! ! !

The big six words crashed into Qi Qingyun's eyes so unexpectedly, like a heavy hammer, it hit Qi Qingyun's temple with a bang, making Qi Qingyun's ears buzz, and he felt his eyes darken. Almost fell to the ground in a whirl.

33? !How could Zhong Xue die at the age of 33? !

Qi Qingyun felt that his entire right arm began to tremble uncontrollably, almost unable to hold the mouse, forcing him to stand up and put his head against the cold wall, and tapped a few times to force himself to calm down , the brain was thinking quickly.

Assuming that Zhong Xue survived the year when she became pregnant and had a hard time giving birth, then he died in the eighth year after giving birth.

But how come? !

His family conditions are so good, unless he suffers from some extremely serious and incurable disease, he will die at a young age.

How did Zhong Yurong take care of him as an older brother?How could he have died so young?

Messy thoughts are like unreasonable balls of wool, piled up layer upon layer in her heart, making Qi Qingyun almost out of breath.

He touched his pocket irritably, and subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigarette, but suddenly remembered that he had quit smoking for many years because of Zhong Xue.

"......"

Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment, her throat and eyes were sore and uncomfortable, she was no longer in the mood to look at anything, she searched for some information hastily, and after she couldn't find any more information about Zhong Xuejin, she slowly turned off I deleted the page and absently cleared all my browsing history.

Before I knew it, the pointer had already pointed to twelve o'clock, it was late at night, and it was time to rest.

Chu Queze came in from the living room with a yawn, knocked on the door, his voice became hoarse due to sleepiness:

"Student Qi, have you found it?"

"Okay." Qi Qingyun glanced at the exhaustion that could not be concealed on Chu Queze's face, and slowly stood up from the chair, and after a moment of stunned thought of thanking:

".......thanks."

"It's okay." Tears welled up in the corners of Chu Jueze's sleepy eyes. After finishing his homework, he played games with Qi Yousui all night. Caring for students:

"Go to bed early too, good night."

"Good night."

Qi Qingyun exited Chu Queze's room and returned to her own room.

He sat on the bed blankly, feeling his brain buzzing, and picked up his phone after a while, wanting to ask Zhong Yurong for clarification, only to find that his phone was thrown by himself in a panic because of the black screen just now, and after bouncing twice on the bed When it hit the ground, it was completely broken, even the toughened screen was shattered and cracked into bright spider webs, which was horrible.

Qi Qingyun: "..."

With his forehead resting on his temples, he sighed helplessly for a long while, and the ending sound was as soft as a gust of wind, dissolving into the cold concoction beside the table:

"Yinyin, how did you die..."

The small room echoed Qi Qingyun's murmur to herself, and in the end, it actually revealed a little tenderness that only a lover would have when they were in a relationship. It was strange and inexplicable when matched with the word "dead".

It's a pity that Zhong Xue died a long time ago, and no one can tell Qi Qingyun the answer to this question.

In the end, Qi Qingyun drank the cold liquid medicine in the cup in a daze, thought while perfunctorily packing her luggage for tomorrow's boarding, finally, under the effect of the medicine, she slowly lay down and fell asleep.

The next day, Qi Qingyun, who was woken up on time by the alarm clock, was still in a low mood, so that when Liu Chengbi asked him to stand in the front row of the class and hold a sign, he didn't listen carefully because he was absent-minded, and even forgot to refuse.

Every Monday, Nangang organizes the students of the whole school to hold a speech under the national flag. Because the principal had something to do yesterday, the speech under the national flag was postponed to Tuesday.

When the morning reading bell rang for the second time, melodious music sounded from the playground. The students stopped what they were doing spontaneously. The sound of reading gradually weakened, and then returned to silence.

After a while, the squad leader Chu Queze stood up, holding a vocabulary book in his hand, and walked out of the classroom first.

After he made a movement first, the students in the class who were still racing against time to silently read the textbooks also stood up slowly when they saw this. The tables and chairs collided, you pushed and squeezed, and walked to the playground happily.

Qi Qingyun also walked out with the crowd, Zhong Xuejin followed closely behind him, dizzy from being squeezed by the crowd, her head kept hitting Qi Qingyun's back, dangling like a tumbler, His forehead was red.

Qi Qingyun was so impatiently squeezed by him, she clicked her tongue softly, wrapped her long arms around and directly fixed Zhong Xuejin into her arms, patted Zhong Xuejin's waist with her palm, and glanced at him condescendingly, The tone is very cold:

"Look at the road, don't keep bumping into me."

Through a layer of school uniform fabric, Qi Qingyun could clearly feel that the warm and cool Zhong Xuejin's body froze. Hearing this, she lowered her head obediently. Her overly long bangs covered her eyelashes, she couldn't see her expression clearly, and she didn't know who he was. Whether happy or unhappy, but always honest.

Seeing that he had stopped making trouble, Qi Qingyun didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and let him go when the crowd was open, thinking about last night's problems to herself, not noticing Zhong Xuejin's gloomy, almost paranoid eyes .

Most of the students in each class on the playground have already stood in a row, and the students who are at the head of each class of different age groups are holding up a sign, indicating that the students who have not yet assembled should find the organization as soon as possible.

Because Qi Qingjun is tall and slender, she is honored to be the unlucky guy who held up the sign. He held up the sign resignedly, and involuntarily glanced at the front of the rostrum. There was still a piece of paper in his hand, and he responded perfunctorily from time to time, obviously not taking the principal seriously.

He obviously didn't really want to read his self-criticism in front of everyone, not to mention apologizing to Qi Yousui and Zhong Xuejin face to face, so that when he took the microphone, his face was full of "I'm very unhappy", and his resentment would be separated. He fell on Qi Qingyun's face with three or four meters.

Qi Qingyun couldn't help but think of the kick he kicked Zhong Xuejin yesterday, and frowned unobtrusively, suddenly felt a little short of breath, coughed a few times, subconsciously pulled off the mask, and took a big breath of fresh air.

And just at this time, Qi Yousui had already started to read his self-criticism. When he casually and without sincerity read the sentence "Today I want to apologize to Qi Qingyun, who is my classmate", he subconsciously raised his eyebrows. He started to glance at Qi Qingyun who was standing in the front row of the class.

Looking at it, he unexpectedly met Qi Qingyun who was tearing off his mask: "..."

"........."

The word "classmate" that was supposed to come out of Qi Yousui's microphone was instantly silenced in his tightened throat, and the moment his eyes met Qi Qingyun's face, a pair of eyeballs almost bulged out. He opened his mouth in disbelief, but found that he couldn't make any sound. After a while, he exhaled in shock and shouted tremblingly:

"dad?"

"........"

"......"

The originally noisy and whispering playground, because of Qi Yousui's earth-shattering "Dad", suddenly became completely silent, leaving only the rustling tone of the autumn wind blowing the fallen leaves, and the wordless embarrassment penetrated into the limbs Skeletal, it makes the back tense and the scalp tingles.

The air seemed to be mixed with viscous glue, and it became heavy and stagnant, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

Countless eyes fell on the silent Qi Qingyun, heavy like a mountain, if it were someone else, they would almost bend their shoulders under such eyes.

However, there was no embarrassment or bewilderment on Qi Qingyun's face. After slowly reacting, she even directly looked at Shang Qi Yousui with a dull face, as if she saw a ghost moving her stiff and dazed face, and slowly raised the corners of her lips , raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and said:

"My dear son, why don't you call your father again?"