School grass is reborn to save me

Chapter 38 Accept my life and life)

"Classmate! You are Shu Yang? Thank you! Thank you so much for saving our family, Cen Qingyi!"

"Auntie, Cen Qing is over there, you can go there quickly."

Jiao Ting ran over and hugged her son into her arms.

After such a big incident happened, Jiao Ting asked the school for leave, and there will be a follow-up transcript that needs to be finalized. The police in charge of the case also said that they will understand the situation as soon as possible, but it will not affect the senior year of high school too much.

It is said that this incident broke out in the community, and the property management company was so punished that it almost didn't kneel down and allow the owner to throw rotten eggs.

Because nothing major has happened in these years, the owners turned a blind eye.But just in the past month, not only single female householders suffered burglary, but also high school students faced wanted criminals with knives alone at home.

In order to appease the anger of the owners, the property management company spent a lot of money to upgrade the security of the community.

The next day, it was said that more than a dozen households had replaced the latest security doors.

Cen Qingyun didn't want to go back to her room at all, and always felt that the smell and aura of that wanted criminal still remained in that bedroom.

Jiao Ting vaguely understood what Cen Qingyu was thinking, so she planned to pack some clothes and take him to the hotel.

Cen Weiqian also rushed back from other places. When he walked into the door of the neighbor's house opposite, he was slightly taken aback.

This room is very tidy, there is almost no "popularity" in the living room, and when the police said that a high school repeat student lived here alone, Cen Weiqian felt very strange.

The boy who opened the door for him was tall. The moment they looked at each other, Cen Weiqian had the illusion that he was not a 19-year-old student, but that he was tenacious and persistent.

"Hello, Uncle Cen."

Even this deep voice is not like a young man of this age.

But the other party saved his son.

"Hello. And... I don't know how to thank you for your kindness." Cen Weiqian said seriously.

"You're welcome. I don't have any slippers, so you can just come in."

Cen Weiqian followed Shu Yang, and found that this young man was tall and thin, but the lines of his exposed forearms were very tense, as if he deliberately suppressed his hormones and sense of strength. He was lowering his sense of existence, as if he was worried about scaring someone.

There was a small teapot on the coffee table, and there was a white peach oolong smell in the air that was completely opposite to Shu Yang's temperament, which just rightly relieved everyone's nervous mood.

"Uncle drinks tea." Shu Yang poured a cup for Cen Weiqian.

"Oh, thank you. Where's Ah Qing? Why didn't you see him?" Cen Weiqian asked.

Jiao Ting pointed in the direction of the bedroom, and whispered, "Your son Jiu occupies the magpie's nest and snores in his room!"

"Then... I'm really sorry! I let you take a risk to save him, and even occupied you..."

Shu Yang shook his head: "It's okay. It's a good thing he can fall asleep."

The husband and wife expressed their gratitude to Shu Yang again.

Cen Weiqian said guiltily: "I knew that before I received that project, I should have renovated the house in Yujing District. If I let you move there, maybe there will be no such thing!"

"It's my fault too. Ah Qing said two days ago that she was going to change the door... I heard from the police in charge of the case that the wanted criminal could come in because the lock on our door was actually outdated. It is possible to unlock our door."

"Then change the door first today." Cen Weiqian looked at the time, it was already past eight in the morning, "How about we wake Ah Qing up? Let Shu Yang lie down for a while."

"It's okay, let him sleep. A police officer will come to take notes in the afternoon. He can face it after resting. Or you can make something he likes to eat."

"Oh yes, Shu Yang, you wait too, I'll go and make you something to eat!"

"Well, don't worry, I'll watch him."

Cen Weiqian and Jiao Ting went back to the opposite side, and Jiao Ting shed tears while cooking.

"Even if the house in Yujing District is renovated non-stop, it will take two or three weeks to complete it. And you can't let the children go in to smoke formaldehyde as soon as the decoration is completed. If you want me to say, I live in a hotel near the school. Anyway, it's not I can't afford that money. Ah Qing can't sleep well every night, right?"

"When he wakes up, ask him what he thinks. Have you chatted with the kid named Shu Yang for a long time? I wonder why he doesn't even have an adult at home? Why don't his parents come when such a big thing happened? "Cen Weiqian asked while helping his wife wash the vegetables.

"He is Yangyang! He is the grandson of Professor Shu's family who lived here before! Your son has been looking forward to playing with him since he was a child, don't you remember?"

"Oh, that very beautiful child? Now he is... so tall?" How did Cen Weiqian remember that his son's heart was thinking of a beautiful young lady?

"When Professor Shu and his wife were here, they didn't see their daughter and son-in-law coming back to see them. I asked Shu Yang's parents, and he said that his father was abroad and his mother was busy with work. Doesn't Shu Yang want to live with them? Of course, these are all my guesses."

Cen Weiqian raised his glasses, which seemed to explain why the family was so deserted.

Shu Yang looked at the time, it was 08:30 in the morning, but in fact Cen Qinghui only slept for three or four hours.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door, with the curtains still drawn, a little morning light came in and fell on the bed, revealing a curled shape.

Cen Qinghui had half of her face sunk in the pillow, the quilt covered her mouth, and the tip of her nose was just outside the quilt.

His hands were placed by the side of his face, his fingers were slightly buttoning the quilt, and half of his feet were exposed outside the quilt.

Shu Yang sat on the chair next to him and pushed Cen Qinghui's feet into the quilt.

His insteps were very warm, and his toes were slightly pressed against his palms, giving Shu Yang the urge to clenched tightly and pull him into his arms.

Cen Qinghui's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he had actually woken up since Cen Weiqian knocked on the door.But he deliberately pretended to be asleep, because he had to leave here when he woke up, and he didn't want to leave here.

He didn't know how he fell asleep, it seemed that his mother was talking to Shu Yang on the sofa, and while talking, his eyelids were fighting and he fell asleep.

Jiao Ting didn't have the strength to move him into the bedroom, the only possibility was Shu Yang.

It's just how did Shu Yang hug him...couldn't it be in front of his mother?Or the one-handed hug that took him out of that room?

No matter which hug it is, it's embarrassing.

But when he realized that the whole room was full of the smell of Shu Yang, Cen Qingyu felt that he really wanted to stay in it all the time, wrapped in Shu Yang's quilt, and feel the breath of Shu Yang.

This bedroom should have been left by Professor Shu and his wife. There is no Simmons on the old-fashioned wooden bed, only a layer of latex mattress.The right side of the bed is against the wall, and the left side is a row of wardrobes.Next to the bed was a desk and a chair.

There are no papers on the desk, nor are there any reference books.

Cen Qinghui wondered if Shu Yang never studied.

On the corner of such a desk, there seemed to be a leather notebook, which Cen Qingyun couldn't see clearly without turning on the light.The pages on the side of the notebook are a little yellowed, and the cortex is also very old.I don't know if Professor Shu stayed behind.

Just as Cen Qingyu was about to take it over to have a look, Shu Yang came in, and he could only pretend to be asleep.

He originally thought that Shu Yang would wake him up, but he didn't expect Shu Yang to sit down on the chair next to him, as if he was still looking at him, making him dare not move, even breathing evenly.

When Shu Yang clasped his feet, Cen Qinghui didn't dare to breathe until the other party sent his feet into the quilt.

"Just pretend, I know you're awake." Shu Yang said in a very calm tone.

What?You know what kind of quilt do you cover when I wake up!

You are still watching there for so long, do you mean to see that I can't continue acting?

Cen Qingyun opened his eyes and looked at the other party.

"I'm sorry." Shu Yang said suddenly.

He couldn't see Shu Yang's expression, only the outline made him guess that Shu Yang was lowering his eyes.

"Ah? Sorry for what?" Cen Qinghui frowned.

"Scares you."

"You didn't know that a wanted criminal came to my house with a knife last night." Cen Qinghui got up, stretched out her fingers to stroke Shu Yang's frowning brows.

"I ran many laps downstairs at night, but I didn't find him."

"But you run at night to exercise, because you can't sleep because of insomnia, and not to meet the wanted criminal face to face. More importantly, it's past two o'clock in the morning, and you have already returned home. How did you find him?"

Cen Qingyun looked at Shu Yang, his eyebrows were lowered, he was really guilty.

"Some... are different from before..."

"What's different from before?" Cen Qing tilted his head, he didn't know what Shu Yang was struggling with, or what Shu Yang was trying to get into.

"It's nothing."

Shu Yang said to himself, this is probably the butterfly effect.Some small changes caused unexpected changes.

Cen Qinghui also lost sleepiness, sat on the side of the bed and asked, "Although you said that knowledge is power, how did you come here with a dictionary instead of a kitchen knife?"

"I don't have a kitchen knife at home." Shu Yang replied.

"Oh."

Very simple answer.

"You said in your message that the other party is holding a knife, but I don't think he's carrying a watermelon knife. The thickness and hardness of the dictionary are enough to resist his blade. And I don't need to fight him in close combat. When I see him, hit him with a dictionary. His head, either hit him blindly, or distract his attention."

Cen Qinghui nodded, "No wonder you asked me to bring a thicker book and hide it under the bed. This way, his knife can be blocked by the book."

"But this time we were really lucky." Shu Yang replied.

"Then are you sleepy now? Want to sleep?" Cen Qingyun asked.

Shu Yang was silent and did not answer.

"Why can't you sleep at night?" Cen Qingmei asked again.

If it was before, he would feel that this was Shu Yang's own business, and he shouldn't have inquired so much, but now they are close friends.

Cen Qinghui felt that she was asking this question now because she wanted Shu Yang to know that he cared about him.

"Because... while I was asleep, I lost my most important person."

Cen Qingyun's fingertips trembled slightly, he knew that he could no longer ask who that person was, but there was one thing he could do.

"Then you can sleep for a while now. Let me watch over you." Cen Qing said.

The boy's clear voice is gentle, inclusive, and even cautious in wanting to get close.

Shu Yang lowered his head, walked to the side of the bed, opened the quilt, and lay down.

Cen Qinghui leaned against the head of the bed and sat beside him.

It was Shu Yang who blocked the blade for him on the bus, it was Shu Yang who stopped himself at the entrance of the tunnel who almost picked up the music box, and it was Shu Yang who saved him in such a dangerous situation last night.

Now, he can finally do something for Shu Yang.

Listening to the sound of breathing, Shu Yang should have fallen asleep.

In school before, this guy always slept on his stomach, and now he can finally see him sleeping.

Shu Yang's nose is very high, and the shadow of eyelashes under the eyelids is like a halo of water seeping from the cracks in the rocks.The hair fell on the pillow, revealing a small half of the forehead, without the usual sense of distance, looking a little obedient.

Cen Qingyun wanted to touch his hair, but was afraid of waking him up, so she took her hand back.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and Cen Qinghui guessed that it was his parents.

Just as he turned sideways to get off the bed, Shu Yang's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist with such strength that he almost crushed his bones.

"hiss……"

As soon as Cen Qinghui turned her head, she realized that Shu Yang had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

"I thought you were fast asleep."

"I'm sorry." Shu Yang took his hand back.

I didn't expect Shu Yang to be so vigilant...or his nerves were tense all the time.He can wake up when the people around him move a little bit?

"There's a knock on the door. I guess it's my parents."

"Yeah." Shu Yang sat up.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'll open the door."

Cen Qinghui looked at Shu Yang's back, wondering if it was an illusion, Shu Yang opened the door to protect him.In case it is not parents who knock on the door, but some bad person, Shu Yang will stand in front of him.

"Shu Yang, Auntie and Uncle have finished the meal. If Ah Qing hasn't woken up, why don't you come over to eat first?" Jiao Ting asked.

"He's awake." Shu Yang turned his face sideways, "Cen Qinghui came out to eat."

"It's like calling your son by name." Cen Qinghui put on her school uniform and came out with slippers on.

Jiao Ting felt a little relieved when she heard that her son could still joke with his classmates.

Cen Qing was afraid that Shu Yang would not go to eat, so he specially pushed his shoulders from behind, "Use your righteousness to help me suppress my bad luck."

Shu Yang was half-pushed into the house by Cen Qinghui. Four or five dishes were placed on the dining table in the living room, including sweet and sour pork tenderloin that Cen Qinghui liked to eat, stir-fried beef with celery, and steamed shrimp with minced garlic.

"Wow, today's food is so rich that it feels like confinement." Cen Qinghui sighed, "Although I am full of blood, I haven't lost a single drop of blood."

Cen Weiqian finished the soup and gave the tip to Shu Yang, "Uncle and aunt don't know your taste, so just cook a little of everything."

"Thank you uncle."

Shu Yang didn't talk much, and it was embarrassing to forcefully find a topic. Cen Weiqian talked about the renovation of the new house.

"Ah Qing, I'm discussing with your mother to renovate the new house, why don't you stay in a hotel first?" Cen Weiqian asked.

Cen Qinghui bit the sweet and sour pork tenderloin in her mouth, but her heart paused.

In fact, he also thought that if he went back to that room, where he did the quizzes, ate snacks, and slept, would he always think of the wanted criminal's face.

Even at this moment, with both parents and Shu Yang around, Cen Qinghui was not so willing to walk into that room.

But if he moved away, he would have trouble with Shu Yang when he came home after school, and it was impossible for him to walk across to someone to teach him the questions he didn’t know how to do at night. Every day in class, he could only see Shu Yang sleeping on his stomach It looks like I can't say a few words.

"I'm not made of glass, I'll shatter if I drop it."

"Then what do you do?" Cen Weiqian asked with a smile.

"I'm made of plastic, not only won't it break, it won't degrade if I put it on the ground for hundreds of years." Cen Qinghui said seriously, "I think it's a small probability that the gangster broke into the house, unless you, Dad, are outside again. I got involved in peach blossom debts, and they want to find me for revenge."

"You brat, what nonsense are you talking about in front of Shu Yang?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. There's no danger in staying in a hotel? How many young girls have been raped in a hotel... Also, Yujing District is 15 bus stops away from my school, and I have to go out half an hour early to ride a bicycle We are in the third year of high school, and we often burn the lights to fight at night. For half an hour, it takes an hour to go back and forth. If we have this time, we might as well sleep well."

Jiao Ting said angrily: "I thought you would say that you would do a good job of doing the questions."

"And there is Shu Yang across from our house. Dad, do you know how good Shu Yang is? His score in the college entrance examination last year was ten points higher than yours. You, a top student, can retire honorably in front of him. I simulated The test is the question that Shu Yang bet on, with precise strikes, not a single question was wasted."

"You know how to praise others, but I haven't seen you bring food for others." Jiao Ting said while picking up a prawn for Shu Yang, "Try Shu Yang, this is Cen Qinghui's favorite food, I do not know you……"

In the next second, Cen Qingyun cut off the shrimp and put it into his mother's bowl, "Mom, he is allergic to seafood. His face finally became less red."

After finishing speaking, Cen Qinghui picked up several pieces of pork ribs and fried chicken in sauce for Shu Yang, "These are also my favorite."

"Yeah." Shu Yang nodded.

After eating, Cen Qinghui sat on the sofa and turned on his mobile phone. WeChat exploded. Everyone heard about his thrilling encounter last night.

Cen Qinghui first replied to Xia Zhi, Chen Shuo and Mu Ning. He didn't expect He Bin to call him and send him a WeChat message.

He Bin: 【Are you okay?Are you hurt?Where are you now? 】

Cen Qingyun smiled, and replied: [No injury, at home, parents are there.Thank you for your concern. 】

Then, he entered the group. It is estimated that the students have finished their meal at this moment, because he has not erupted, and everyone is still worried about him.

Cen Qingyun smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled, and sent a random red envelope to the group.

The chat in the group completely drowned out the red envelope, which made Cen Qinghui depressed.

Hey!These heartless people!One and two are so concerned about Laozi's appearance, but they don't even care about Laozi's red envelope!

Suddenly, WeChat vibrated, and Shu Yang received his red envelope first.

It was as if a switch had been turned on, and the information about receiving the red envelopes began to flash across the screen.

After a few seconds, everyone complained.

Zhai Ling: [What the hell are you doing!Only twenty cents and three cents!Enough for what! 】

Chen Shuo: [Stop talking, I only have three cents!This brother really can't handle it! 】

Li Chenxia: [Hee hee, I'm lucky, one yuan and two!Zai Zai, save it to buy milk tea for you! 】

……

Mu Ning: [How much money did you send in red envelopes?Why so little? 】

Cen Qinghui replied with a smile: [20 yuan is a huge sum. 】

Chen Shuo: [No way!Zai Zai, is your life worth 20 yuan? 】

Cen Qinghui: [It's my relationship with you, 20 yuan can't be more! 】

Lu Shan: 【Who is the one who receives the most? 】

Cen Qingyi looked at it and was also curious, who is the one who received the most?

Unexpectedly, it was Shu Yang who showed the most luck——13.14.

Everyone couldn't help but joke that this number is really auspicious.

Cen Qinghui put her face next to Shu Yang and said with a smile, "Brother Yang Yang."

"What?"

"You have accepted my 'one life'."

The corners of Shu Yang's lips raised slightly, "You owe me this."

"Huh? I owe you?"

"Deducted from the meal fee at Qianweiju last time."

Cen Qinghui sighed, "Shu Yang, you are like this..."

He almost blurted out "Zhu Gu Sheng", but when he thought that Shu Yang was alone, he immediately changed his words: "He's too good at living. I expect you to pick out a villa."

In the afternoon, police officers came to their home to find out the situation.

Accompanied by her parents, Cen Qinghui recalled everything that happened that night.

After watching the other party finish recording, Cen Qingyun asked the question he had been thinking about for a while: "I heard that gangster said that there is a policeman downstairs in my house, what does that mean?"

"A few days ago we received a call. A student said that he saw a man suspected of being a wanted criminal often appearing around his classmates. The student who reported the case mentioned your name and said that you often Alone at home. So we sent a colleague to follow you."

"The one with the scar on his face?" Cen Qinghui gestured on his cheek.

"Ah, it's him—Lin Weidong."

Cen Qingyi choked up for a moment, not embarrassed to say that she regarded that sorceress as a bad person.