Jiang Futing looked at him, the expression on his face was obviously that he didn't believe it at all. His feet were tied together with him. If he was really sprained, wouldn't he be able to feel it at all? Seeing that the other party didn't want to say anything, he didn't bother to ask more questions.

There were not many games in the morning. After the team qualifiers for each event, it was already lunch time. The already lively campus became even more noisy because of the activities.

Jiang Futing's popularity is already very high, but after what happened this morning, it immediately became a hot topic at this sports meeting.

In addition to frequently attracting attention, more and more people are curious to inquire about Bai Tang around him. The more powerful people directly uncovered the information that he was the one who rescued people with Jiang Futing last time.

"These people use these gossips to focus on their studies. Then Fengze High School is no longer a city key, but a national key." Bai Tang couldn't help but admire him as he listened to the chatter of students in the distance.

Jiang Futing took him into the garden where he often walked, and introduced it slowly: "It's quiet here."

Bai Tang admired the scenery on the side. The inside of the garden was not like the outside. The snow that had not melted away in time was not swept away. It was pressed on the dry branches. At a glance, it was a vast expanse of white, pure and peaceful.

The air was filled with the sober and refreshing smell of earth, and a slight chill continued to penetrate through the coat and seep into the skin.

The tip of Jiang Futing's nose was a little red from the cold. He turned along a few roads paved with stone steps and passed through the pavilion, where he often came to meditate during his lunch break.

"Why is the construction of Fengze High School so much better than that of Fengze University!" Bai Tang looked at the carefully tended flowers and trees along the way and shouted unwillingly.

"Are you from Fengze University?" Jiang Futing turned around and looked at the other party with a resentful expression on his face and asked.

"That's right." Bai Tang said nonchalantly and sat down with Jiang Futing, "I went to school much earlier than you."

"The school is also developing." Jiang Futing said calmly. It was like a small world that had abandoned the noise outside. Very few students came, and it was finally a lot quieter. Even the breathing of the people around him could be heard clearly.

heard.

"That's true. When I was in school, Fengze High School was just a normal high school, and it wasn't as powerful as being number one in the city." Bai Tang leaned on the chair, one leg invisibly pressed on the knee of the other leg.

, it’s the same lazy attitude as before.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, he seemed to be recalling something, and unconsciously indulged in his somewhat vicissitudes of emotions, just like Jiang Futing did when he first saw him in the dormitory.

Jiang Futing touched his pocket and took out a small handful of very delicately packaged candies.

"Given it to the girl who chases you?" Bai Tang was not polite and stretched out his hand to pick it up in his palm. When his fingertips touched Jiang Futing's palm, it felt like he was scratching an itch.

"Not yet?" Jiang Futing endured the strange feeling in his hand and urged with a frown.

"Immediately, immediately!" Bai Tang read almost every small print on the packaging bag, and then reluctantly grabbed a light green package, which seemed to be mint flavored.

He skillfully opened the bag and threw it into his mouth.

Jiang Futing waited for him to eat, then took the discarded packaging tape from his hand, held it in his hand, and waited to throw it away when he went out to find the trash can.

"Do you know what magical tricks girls used to give candies to boys when we were in school?" Bai Tang looked at the bag in his hand, deliberately showing a mysterious look on his face.

"What?" Jiang Futing asked following his interest.

"They will secretly collect these bags

Get up and confess to that boy at the end of the semester." Bai Tang recalled these interesting things in school and said with interest, "Don't you think these girls are exaggeratedly similar to the perverted uncle who collects girls' personal belongings?

?"

Jiang Futing's palm, which was holding the wrapping paper, felt a little hot due to Bai Tang's probing gaze from time to time.

Perverted uncle?

"What a mess." He couldn't understand what these girls were thinking at all, so he said calmly. For a moment, he wondered if this was another story that popped up in Bai Tang's mind, deliberately teasing him.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Bai Tang was about to continue talking nonsense when the sound of rustling footsteps on the grass suddenly came from behind the bushes not far away.

The somewhat familiar figure was hiding behind the bushes as if it were sneaky, moving very carefully, followed by a woman wearing a mask.

"Isn't this the parent who was late this morning?" Bai Tang tilted his head and got closer to Jiang Futing, curious to see the person in front of him clearly.

Jiang Futing's eyes were staring there at the same time. The expression on Yang Linsheng's face was not very good since he walked in. He seemed to be telling the woman something with suppressed anger, but he was reluctant to vent it to her.

The woman seemed a little aggrieved and grabbed Yang Linsheng's hand, but her son threw it away angrily.

"Is this a quarrel?" Bai Tang's surprised voice sounded from beside Jiang Futing as he watched the show.

Then he felt the person next to him move. When he turned his head, Bai Tang was digging into his pocket and took out a very old bronze mirror.

Do you carry all these things with you?

"What are you doing?" Jiang Futing asked in confusion as he watched his fingers draw patterns that he couldn't understand on the mirror.

Bai Tang finished the last stroke in one breath, "Aren't you curious about what they are talking about?"

"I'm not curious." Jiang Futing said calmly.

With the ripples spreading, the surface of the bronze mirror faintly revealed a picture that was exactly the same as the real thing in front of you.

"If you're not curious, don't look at it." Bai Tang tilted the mirror toward him to prevent him from looking at him. His serious look made him look vulgar.

Jiang Futing leaned back on his chair with no interest at all and didn't even look at it. However, he couldn't cover up the sound broadcast live in the mirror. His indifferent eyes stared at the distant picture and directly combined with the sound in his ears.

At this moment, Yang Linsheng had regained some sense and stopped venting his anger on his mother. His face was still red from suppressing it. He did not dare to look his mother in the eyes and said fiercely: "If you can't survive, just divorce the old man."

Yeah, it’s not like I won’t support you in the future, you just can’t live without that damn ghost!”

"Then he is your father after all. Are you willing to let it go? Besides, you are right at the critical moment of the college entrance examination. Mom is also afraid of affecting your exam." The woman lowered her attitude and persuaded her nicely; "You can tell me everything when you go home.

Stop talking and just pretend you don’t know anything.”

"Mom! Aren't you tired? Even if you are tired, I will be tired for you!" Yang Linsheng's eyes were red, and his usual high-spiritedness was like a wrapped illusion. He roared in pain at the woman in front of him: "You always only know how to endure!

Endure! Endure! How long are you going to endure until the day he beats you to death?"

"Do you think you are doing me a favor by insisting on not getting divorced?" He asked sternly, his voice trembling, "Our life will be better without him!"

Yang Linsheng looked at his mother's pain and couldn't let go, and laughed at himself. It was just an excuse for him to stay away from her for his own good.

She would always be stupid and wishful thinking towards the devil, holding on to impossible hope. She always thought that she could arouse the man's sympathy by holding her own.

But that man is a devil. How can a devil have any sympathy?

The woman felt guilty and wanted to hold his hand, but Yang Linsheng avoided him without hesitation. The woman sobbed sadly: "I just want you to have a complete family, I don't want you to be like those children with single parents.

"

"Why should I come to such a complete home?" Yang Linsheng still smiled sarcastically, his eyes full of hatred for the devil in his memory: "This disgusting environment is worse than those orphans."

He met his mother's anxious and distressed eyes, and continued viciously and sharply: "Mom, there has never been love in this family, only cowardice and hatred."

Those words were like stabbing a knife into the woman's already riddled heart. Tears burst out of the woman's eyes when she heard these words, and she hit Yang Linsheng's chest in a broken state, "Mom, you are not allowed to say this! You are not allowed to say this! I will

If you want to live a good life, I just think that you are like other people's children, why is it so difficult!"

She howled until she was out of breath and asked over and over again: "Why is it so difficult!"

I don’t know who I was asking this question to. Maybe it’s me who has been escaping from reality, or maybe it’s my son who has been with me in the swamp since he was born...

The calm exterior that she had carefully guarded was torn apart bloody by her son's own hands, revealing the devastation that had been festering for a long time.

Only then did Yang Linsheng hold her hand with some emotion. He could no longer cover up his distress for his mother, and said dryly: "Mom, go and divorce that person."

His tone was calm, resolute and resolute.

The woman's face was a little dull, and she suddenly stopped moving.

The word divorce was filled with all the pain and sadness in the past twenty years. It was the man who had been with her for half her life, and the man who had tortured her for half her life.

Those daily injuries and familiar faces were like nightmares that had long been ingrained in her mind and taken deep roots in her heart.

All life has become a habit over a long period of time, whether it is short-term happiness or pain, if you really get divorced, it will be like cutting yourself in half.

The woman looked at her son with dull eyes. All the strength in her body had been lost. She trembled and murmured: "After the divorce, where can I go? Where else can I go?"

Yang Linsheng sighed feebly and looked at the clean blue sky.

The young man's unruly eyes were full of struggle, then sadness, and finally only compromise.

He closed his eyes tightly and made a difficult decision. He clenched his fists tightly and used all his strength to speak slowly: "I won't tell."

The woman then breathed a sigh of relief as if she was receiving amnesty, and hugged her indifferent son tightly: "I'm sorry, Lin Sheng! It's my mother who is so useless that she can't even protect her own son! It's my mother who is useless!"

Yang Linsheng's nose felt sore at her deep self-blame. In the end, he couldn't resist his soft-heartedness. He patted his mother's back and whispered caringly: "Did he hit hard this time? Have you gone to the hospital?"

The woman felt it was a bit embarrassing to cry like this in front of her son. She wiped her tears and said with an ugly smile: "Mom is fine. If she really goes to the hospital, he will scream and cause trouble for me again."
Chapter completed!