Lin Zhaosheng looked back, his face full of surprise.
"Before Yue'er died, she left something to you."
Feng Ming sighed: "You wait here, I will get it for you."
After saying that, Feng Ming didn't care whether Lin Zhaosheng stayed or left, he turned around and walked towards the house.
Not long after, her figure reappeared in the garden, with one more thing in her hand than when she left.
A small wooden box.
"You go."
After handing the box to Lin Zhaosheng, Feng Ming issued an eviction order.
From now on, they should never see each other again, and they will never have contact with each other until death.
"This is……"
Lin Zhaosheng was about to ask what was inside, but Feng Ming closed the courtyard door with a bang.
Looking at the closed door, Lin Zhaosheng shook his head helplessly.
Too.
Have anything to ask?
What is inside? You can tell by just opening it and taking a look.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhaosheng gently opened the wooden box in his hand, and then he saw the blood-stained letter.
Slowly taking out the letter, Lin Zhaosheng burst into tears when he saw the contents.
[I love you, even though I have only seen you once, I want to stay with you all the time, but I have to leave...]
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks in large clusters.
"ah……"
Lin Zhaosheng burst into tears and wanted to shout, but he seemed to have aphasia. No matter how he shouted, all he could make was a hoarse whine.
He was thinking about how helpless and desperate Qiu Yue was when she wrote this letter.
He hated himself so much!
Why aren't you by Qiu Yue's side?
He hated why he had to transfer to Sanwei University!
If he hadn't transferred to another school, how could Qiu Yue rush to Sanwei University with a big belly?
Lin Zhaosheng randomly found an open space and sat down on it without having time to care whether the ground was dirty or not.
At this moment, the grief in his heart was beyond words. In the face of this grief, any words in the world were pale and powerless.
He was mad with hate!
My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.
If God stood in front of him now and offered to exchange his life for Qiu Yue's, he would definitely agree without hesitation.
Although nothing in the letter was talking about him, Lin Zhaosheng no longer cared.
The handwriting on this letter is obviously not Qiu Yue's.
That bloody handprint belongs to Qiu Yue.
This letter was probably written by a doctor or nurse, and it should be Qiu Yue's last words before he died.
The time at that time must have been very short, so short that Qiu Yue could not leave any more words.
For the next time, Lin Zhaosheng just sat blankly in the open space in front of the door, his eyes always falling on the letter.
The distance was very strong at noon in August, but Lin Zhaosheng didn't notice it at all.
He seemed to have forgotten the stinging pain on his body. No matter how painful it was from being exposed to the sun, it could not offset his heartache.
After a while, the old professor next door was getting ready to go out. When he closed the door, he saw a person sitting at the door of Feng's house next door.
The old professor looked up at the scorching sun above his head, and then looked at Lin Zhaosheng without any shade.
What happened to this child?
Isn't it hot?
At this time, Lin Zhaosheng was soaked all over his body, as if he had been caught in a heavy rain, with sweat dripping down his temples and hair on his forehead.
Even though he was sweating like rain, Lin Zhaosheng still didn't make any move. He was like a clay sculpture, just sitting there quietly.
After hesitating for a moment, the old professor sighed slightly, and then he walked towards Lin Zhaosheng.
The weather is so hot, Lin Zhaosheng cannot be allowed to sit in the sun all the time. If it lasts for a long time, it will kill him.
Dehydration, heatstroke, and heat stroke can range from hospitalization to death.
"Xiao Lin?"
"Xiao Lin?"
The old professor called twice gently, but found that Lin Zhaosheng had no response, so he couldn't help but leaned over and gave Lin Zhaosheng a gentle push.
"Xiao Lin."
If Lin Zhaosheng felt something, he raised his head and took a look.
Seeing the numbness in Lin Zhaosheng's eyes, the old professor was surprised.
What happened to this child?
What kind of blow did you receive to have such a look in your eyes?
The old professor glanced at the door of Feng's house without leaving any trace, and then sighed silently in his heart.
What a crime!
How did the genius who was famous throughout the school become what he is today?
What happened in the middle?
Regarding Lin Zhaosheng's situation, the old professor had heard a little bit about it, but it was only from hearsay and had no specific understanding.
At that time, he felt regretful for a long time.
In fact, he didn't really believe in the plagiarism of papers. Xiao Lin was a real mathematical genius.
Is plagiarism necessary?
Totally unnecessary!
But he and Xiao Lin are not in a teacher-student relationship, so there is absolutely no need to make such a fuss.
After all, Feng Ming is not a nobody, and the relationship between Feng Ming and Xiao Lin is very complicated.
Why go to this muddy water?
If you really take part, you might not be able to please him, and you might end up causing a lot of trouble.
There are too many situations like this in academia.
It is nothing new for tutors to appropriate students' achievements.
Sue the instructor for plagiarism?
How can a poor student with no background have the capital to litigate with others?
"Xiao Lin, the weather is so hot, you can't sit like this, something will happen."
The old professor looked at Lin Zhaosheng with pity: "Get up and find a cooler place to stay."
As he spoke, the old professor paused slightly and sighed.
"In this world, there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome. As you walk, you will find that the road is already at your feet."
Although he didn't know what Xiaolin was going through, the old professor still said a few more words.
Maybe it's because I've become a lot more emotional as I get older.
Lin Zhaosheng still had a blank look on his face, looking at the old professor with dull eyes. If you look carefully, you can find that he is not actually looking at the old professor. His eyes are scattered and have no intersection.
Looking at the old professor, it was just a subconscious reaction.
"well."
The old professor shook his head helplessly. It was obvious that Xiao Lin didn't listen.
If it had been him when he was young, he would probably have walked away, but now that he is older, his heart has softened.
Just leave like this, he can't sit down.
If something wrong happens to Xiaolin, even if it is not his fault, he will feel uneasy.
After thinking for a while, the old professor took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call to the security office at the door.
With Xiao Lin acting like this, I'm afraid he'll have to find someone to take him away.
The old professor was old and naturally couldn't lift it, so he had to ask the security office at the door to send someone.
After a while, the security captain on duty came to the scene with two young men.
"Professor Tang, are you talking about him?"
The security captain greeted the old professor eagerly, and then looked at Lin Zhaosheng, who was sitting blankly.
"Um."
Professor Tang nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you, please carry him to..."
"Forget it, take it to my house."
"Hello!"
The security captain nodded repeatedly, then waved his hand, and the two young men stepped forward and lifted Lin Zhaosheng up, one on the left and the other on the right.