"We are not promising in the future." The director of the sleek entrepreneurship and innovation department said while walking. The students gave him a nickname called "Fat Intestine". When Xu Xilin was about to apply for the school's entrepreneurship project, his counselor and senior sister told him to "answer" Fat Intestine. Xu Xilin listened and it was smooth all the way afterwards.

Now it seems that Xu Xilin is not good at all, but just has a low threshold for fat intestines.

Feichang took him to the person in charge of the education supermarket to sign a contract. After walking a few steps, he had to breathe heavily, and was still muttering: "The world outside will still be left for you to go out in the future. I will pick up such students every year, and I feel that you are different from other students. They are smart, sensible, and have a good brain. You counselor... That little girl, I will praise you once when I see me... Oh, Teacher Wang is here!"

Not far away was a middle-aged man, who was said to be the general manager of the campus education supermarket in six dormitories.

"This is the student I told you," Feichao patted Xu Xilin's back with his hand, and pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "This is your Teacher Wang."

For the first time in his life, Xu Xilin knew what it felt like to "I can't laugh, but I can't laugh." For a second, he really wanted to imitate Dou Xun, and scratched his claws when he didn't like anyone.

If a convenience store is a "teacher" he is considered?

Feichan added calmly: "Teacher Wang is also an old man in our school. He is the younger brother of Vice Principal Wang. His wife also works in our school, and is in the Academic Affairs Office. Next time, if you have any courses that you can't arrange and want to apply for free listening and exams, just tell Teacher Wang, and you don't have to go through so many application procedures."

Xu Xilin: "Hello, teacher."

Teacher Wang smiled at him with a reserved smile and praised condescendingly: "Children are different nowadays, they have ideas than when we were younger."

Then the two middle-aged men exchanged cigarettes with each other familiarly, and talked about middle-aged and elderly men in front of Xu Xilin as if no one was around. On average, they said something to Xu Xilin for five minutes, indicating that they still remember such a person.

Xu Xilin had a meal with them with wax and was full of wine. His fat face had turned red into Harbin red sausages. Then Teacher Wang took out the "cooperation agreement" he had not signed for several days.

He took a pen from the table like correcting student homework, waved to Xu Xilin, and directly scribbling on the agreement: "Student, I have read this agreement. The overall situation is pretty good, but many places are not professional, so I suggest you take it back and modify it... For example, this is not appropriate, 'Party A shall not grant authorization within the scope of this agreement to a third party without the consent of Party B'. This requirement is really unceremonious, it is suspected of overbearing terms - do you know that there is a concept called 'apparent unfair terms' in the law?"

Fei Chan burped: "Oh, he is not from the law school."

"Oh! Then it's great to make this agreement like this." Teacher Wang smiled "tolerantly". Those who don't know the truth probably still think that he is a law professor. He made great efforts to change the cooperation agreement. Finally, he said to Xu Xilin with unsatisfactory intentions, "Next time, please be careful to adjust the font to imitate Song. Many official documents are written in this way, and they will look much more professional - in this way, you can take it home first and change the sentences and other words, pay attention to the writing style, tomorrow afternoon... it will be delivered to the office after two o'clock, and I'll take a look."

Feichang laughed beside him: "Teacher Wang is willing to teach you, learn more from him, and you must not miss the opportunity."

Xu Xilin thought that if Xu was here, he would definitely throw "apparently unfair" and "writing style" on the face of this arrogant person.

However, even though he was about to crush the water cup in the hotel, Xu Xilin agreed in his mouth: "Okay."

Because Xu Jin also told him something - if you don't want to pretend, don't pretend, but since you're pretending, you have to pretend to be the end. Don't be timid at the beginning, but later it makes people see that you are swallowing your anger and full of resentment.

Xu Xilin gritted his teeth and put his grandson to the bottom, scraped his internal organs and squeezed out: "Thank you, teacher."

After returning home with an unrecognizable agreement, Xu Xilin stood at the doorstep, raised his hand three times in a row and put it down. The door handle that could be seen reflects his blue face. Xu Xilin caught a glimpse after the light, put down his hands in his pocket, stood stiffly at the door for a while - there were only old grandmother and Dou Xun at home, and he didn't want to take this face home.

Xu Xilin touched his pocket casually and touched the bicycle key. He simply threw his schoolbag to his shoulder, jumped onto the bicycle, and rode out aimlessly.

Xu Xilin is better than his peers and is good at dealing with things, but he is still not considered a "equivalent" in the traditional sense.

Because he was just a child before, no one took him seriously, and no one was serious about him. In his twenty years of life, he rarely met people who were full of malicious intentions towards him, and his friends were all friends. Xu Xilin was willing to take care of their different temperaments and reconcile small conflicts that were neither light nor serious.

But that doesn't mean he will compromise, nor does it mean that he can do "You can't beat me to death, we will still do business next time" - most young people with high spirits are not good.

This is the first time that Xu Xilin has touched the rule of knocking off his front teeth and swallowing his stomach. He is forced to compromise for the first time.

He thought that those who are competing for administrative insurance for graduate school in the school, those who are flattering their teachers, reduce their heads and have to look at the other person's family conditions first... are already very philanthropic things.

Now I understand that even if the students are philosophical, they are very naive and simple philosophical.

Xu Xilin rode faster and faster as if he was venting, and the bicycle turned into a hot wheel under his feet. Suddenly, an off-road vehicle that was driving fast at the corner just turned around. Xu Xilin hurriedly pulled the brakes to death. Even so, he still couldn't dodge. The handlebar was hung on the other party's reflector. The bicycle that was transformed by the racing bike was originally light, so he threw it out. Xu Xilin's elbow hit the wall and rubbed a piece of meat off.

The owner stopped and cursed: "Have you delayed taking off? You are reincarnated for death!"

Xu Xilin almost stood up, and half of his body was numb.

The owner reached out and wiped the patent leather scraped off the car door, cursed and took off the bicycle hanging on the reflector and threw it aside: "I'm unlucky!"

Then he drove away.

He did not mention how much the paint cost once, or how much the reflector would cost to knock out a dollar - because the owner himself knew that he should be courteous to non-motor vehicles and pedestrians, and driving express in the alley was his responsibility.

Everyone knows that pedestrians should be polite, and everyone knows that they should compete fairly, but no one follows them. The crooked handlebars and inflexible pedals taught Xu Xilin something - you can bully others by relying on your power.

It would be great if this world could be as happy as the world of Jin Daxia. The young man who had just started writing a sword was floating, reading the twenty-four bridges at night, grinding tea, walking on the mountains and rivers, and taking on unfair things, it would be enough to have a red city, and there was no need to bow to anyone, nor did he have to bow his head because of anyone.

Xu Xilin walked home at dusk at the supermarket and bought vegetables, milk and a bottle of soy sauce for a week at home, as if he was wearing a livelihood.

Dou Xun was stir-frying rice at home, and Xu Xilin asked without any color when he entered the door: "Do you still have eggs? I've bought a new one."

Dou Xun: "I used the last two."

Xu Xilin responded, poured himself a glass of cold milk, poured it into the refrigerator, swallowed it with great grievances, turned around and returned to his daily life.

He pulled out a spoon and dug a spoon in Dou Xun's pot, and screamed in a scorching manner.

Dou Xun learned to cook for three years, but without any improvement, he learned to stir-fry rice - golden egg fried rice, Yangzhou fried rice, curry fried rice. He could all cook like the New Oriental classroom example. Dou Xun used his personal experience to prove that "a thousand tricks are worse than one trick." Every time his grandmother remembers it, she would say to Xu Xilin: "If you make something delicious, just let Xiao Xun stir-fry some rice."

"No salt was added..." Dou Xun looked up and saw his embarrassed look, "What did you do?"

Xu Xilin turned around and brought him a salt pot, avoided his gaze, and said as if nothing had happened: "I fell on the electric pole."

Dou Xun frowned and took the salt jar: "You can fall like this even when riding a bicycle. Look, you don't drive in the future."

"If you don't open it, you won't make any money anyway. It's not enough to transport a lot of toilet paper for them." Xu Xilin said as he hurried away, afraid that he would continue to talk about this topic with Dou Xun and then reveal the discomfort that he had finally suppressed.

He ran through the living room like a gust of wind, and complained to Grandma Xu, but he didn't dare to stop. He rushed upstairs in three steps and prevented his family from noticed something strange.

Xu Xilin went back to the house to replace the dirty clothes, cleaned the wounds himself, and applied iodine to the top.

A thin layer of gray fell on Xu Jin's photo, and Xu Xilin's eyelids did not raise his eyelids, as if the photo frame had become an ordinary decoration on the table. Then his eyes slowly turned red under Xu Jin's gaze. When tears were about to fall, Dou Xun packed up the kitchen and went upstairs. When Xu Xilin heard the sound, he quickly raised his head and tried his best to take back his tears.

"Give it to me." Dou Xun took the cotton swab from his hand, his eyes fell on his face, and twisted his chin as if he was startled, and asked carefully, "Does this hurt?"

For a moment, Xu Xilin wanted to hug him, poured out all the words in his stomach, and said, "I don't want to do it anymore. This world is so fucked by idiots. I don't want to play with them anymore." But when the words came to his mouth, he sucked hard and swallowed them back into his stomach.

What are you talking about this to Dou Xun? Can he know what to do?

So Xu Xilin deliberately grinned and said, "I accidentally wiped too much, it hurts to poke it."

"You're so stupid, you'll be over." Dou Xun couldn't help but follow his words and imagined it, as if he was stabbed by a large mass of iodine. He shuddered for a moment and complained unhappily, "The brain is already like this, and the cerebellum is still shrinking..."

Xu Xilin was sucking the cold air exaggeratedly, and said with a smile: "In two years, it will be so dementia that it will not recognize people. Maybe you hold your thigh and call me son, why don't you call me 'Dad' in advance first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray parrot downstairs suddenly let out a long chirping, and then the doorbell rang, and grandma slowly stood up and opened the door: "Xiao Xun, your father is here."

Dou Xun: "..."

Xu Xilin made a face and took the small medicine bottle from him: "Look at my crow's mouth, I've attracted your real father, go quickly."

Dou Junliang's face was like he had just broken a child, and his irritability was almost overflowing from his small part of his head, probably because he was concerned about the old man. He kept calm and looked at Dou Xun gloomyly, and waved to him with a deep face: "Dou Xun comes here, I'll say a few words to you."

Dou Junliang never stood up straight in front of his son. For so many years, Dou Xun has never shook his face, but today it turned around.

Grandma Xu looked at his face and said with some concern: "It's time to have supper. If you have something to do, just talk slowly."

"Oh, there's something wrong with our hometown," Dou Junliang put his hands in his pockets, looked down at his toes, "What, aunt, I'll take him away now, don't delay your meal."

When Xu Xilin heard Dou Junliang urged Dou Xun, he sorted out his arms in a few seconds, put down his sleeves and said hello: "Uncle."

As soon as he showed up, Dou Junliang's eyes instantly climbed up the stairs and nailed to him like a cone. Xu Xilin had a puzzled moment, and a ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

I saw Dou Junliang nodding at him stiffly: "Well-Dou Xun, hurry up."

Dou Junliang drove the car directly into the community, and the chain was not locked. The car door was wide open and threw it at the door of Xu's house. He walked out like a big stroll, and pushed Dou Xun roughly when he got in the car.

Before Dou Xun could sit firmly, he had already stepped on the accelerator and stepped on the car. Dou Xun was almost thrown out by inertia and grabbed the handrail above his head, feeling that Dou Junliang had taken the wrong medicine.

Dou Junliang didn't know who he was angry with, so he didn't say anything all the way, drove the car into a near-ground rocket, flew back to his home, braked sternly in the garage, and the car screamed, as if he was about to remove a layer of skin from the ground.

Then Dou Junliang let out a long breath, his tongue moved in his mouth, leaning against the back of the seat, his voice changed a little: "Dou Xun, I'll ask you something, tell me the truth."

Dou Xun grabbed the handrail all the way and got her wrist veins bulged. He saw Dou Junliang getting angry, but was also infected by the driver's irritability. He didn't say anything and thought to himself: "Why?"

Dou Junliang was used to his non-violent and uncooperative attitude, and did not go around the corner. He simply threw a straight ball on Dou Xun's face: "What's wrong with you and that boy from the Xu family?"

Dou Xun: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, and was a little confused by Dou Junliang's question. He didn't know what Dou Junliang deliberately took him out of the Xu family and asked such a sentence without any end, so he naturally didn't know what to answer.

Dou Junliang slammed the steering wheel hard, and the car whistled "beep--" for a long time.

"I'm asking you, are you a mute?" Dou Junliang shouted in anger, grabbed a kraft paper bag from the side, and smashed Dou Xun's body with a head-on look.

Dou Xun had never regarded him as a serious father. He instinctively raised his elbow to block it, and immediately wanted to strike back.

However, the kraft paper bag hit his hard and strong arm, and a dozen snowflakes fell from the unsealed bag. There was a very clear picture that fell on his thigh. It was when Xu Xilin just got his driver's license and wanted to take him out for a ride. He was about to get in the car. Xu Xilin pulled the car door next to him, putting one hand on the roof of the car to prevent him from slamming his head. This action was originally very similar to a hotel doorman, but Xu Xilin had a gentle smile on his face that was not wrong, and the meaning of care was almost revealed on paper.

The remaining dozen photos were all taken secretly. Whether they were armed or fighting, they were all like other boys, and there was nothing strange about it. Then Dou Xun saw a strange photo - the photo was taken of the Xu family's main entrance, just a straight house, nothing strange about it.

But the person who took the photo seemed to be afraid that others would not be able to see it, so he used a fountain pen to zip a small circle on the photo.

It was a half-open and half-closed window on the second floor. Just after passing by, it was so bright that the afterglow was like a mirror, and the angle just reflected the two entangled figures in the house.

"What is this? Dou Xun, tell me what is this!" Dou Junliang's temples were thundering wildly, "You..."

He was full of dirty words and wanted to curse. When he remembered that this was his son, he almost swallowed it back. He was choked up by himself. Dou Junliang glared at Dou Xun with red eyes for a while, and said depressedly and toughly: "You move back... I'll find you a house closer to your school. If you get your graduation certificate here, I'll send you abroad."

After Dou Xun sensitively heard the word "moving back", Dou Junliang changed his words temporarily. Something happened between him and Xu Xilin was suddenly exposed. Dou Xun was shocked and was a little guilty, but when he heard this sentence, he burned his guilt completely. He said rebelliously: "Do you care about me?"

Dou Junliang: "...what did you say?"

Dou Xun turned his head and sneered, throwing the photo aside: "I said - do you care about me? What's wrong with me? I'm a homosexual? I was born with a mother or not, that's it."

Dou Junliang almost made him stumble.

Dou Xun glanced at him, opened the car door and got out of the car. Dou Junliang was so angry that he chased him out and grabbed Dou Xun's shirt, and slapped him up: "You fucking..."

The man's hand was so strong that he left no room for nothing. Dou Xun's ears buzzed, and the tip of his teeth cut a hole in his mouth, and the smell of blood suddenly surged up.

Dou Junliang saw that the child was like an angry beast. He had just grown up, with sharp claws and a look of poisonous fire and fierce light that he had never recognized relatives. Dou Junliang subconsciously let go and took a step back - thinking that Dou Xun was going to fight back.
Chapter completed!