"Zishan," Aunt Ping raised her head and looked at the fool with a kind face, "How are you doing? Are you feeling better? Does the wound still hurt?"
Wound?
Qin Yin and Wen Ling exchanged looks.
Sure enough, I matched what the security guy said. According to the security guy, the fool was beaten by a group a few days ago and was hospitalized. According to common sense, the fool should have injuries on his body.
"But...where is the injury?" Qin Yin put his face next to the fool, widened his eyes and looked hard, "This face is clean, not even a pimple...could it be that when those people beat the fool?
Only slapped on the body, not on the face?"
Wen Ling also said she couldn't understand it. After all, when she was beaten before, her face was the hardest hit area.
"How big of an injury is this? It's healed soon." The fool twisted his left wrist as if to express something, "Thank you, auntie, the pig's trotter soup you cooked is so delicious. I'll be fine as soon as I drink it."
Qin Yin and Wen Ling had never seen a fool show such an obedient and flattering expression, and they all froze in place with grins on their faces.
"Oh my god, who is this person who smiles like a flower?" Qin Yin hugged his arms and looked up and down at the fool in surprise, "Except for looking like a fool, he looks nothing like him!"
"... Wen Ling, I was just joking. Of course I know this is a fool," Qin Yin pointed at the fool helplessly, "I was thinking, how could such a sunny person become like that when he met us?
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But... normal people wouldn't meet you either.
Wen Ling thought for a while and said, "Experience."
The two fell silent.
Fool is an orphan and has had no parents since he was a child. He regards Aunt Ping, who has been taking care of him since childhood, as his mother. Fool, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, does not feel sorry for himself. He is optimistic, lively and laughs often.
But just one year later, when he met Qin Yin and Taoist Master on the way to find the boundary monument, he had turned into a thorny wild cocklebur. He didn't trust anyone, refused to communicate, and refused to talk.
"That means he was lucky enough to meet us," Qin Yin said, "Wen Ling, you have never seen that fool's bad temper when he first got together with us... Do you know how good Bao Mu's temper is?
Well, Baomu was angry several times at that time, and Xiaolan. When Xiaolan wanted to join the gang, this guy refused to let him go. He always doubted Xiaolan's identity. What problems can she have with a little girl?
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"If you like it, I'll cook it for you tomorrow, as long as your wrist can heal quickly," Aunt Ping interrupted Qin Yin's complaint session, "How are your studies lately? Are you having any difficulties?"
When he mentioned studying, a grimace appeared on the fool's face. He hesitated and said, "Well... because my hands are not healed yet, so... my study status is not very good."
"How's your Taekwondo training going?" Aunt Ping continued to smile with her eyes narrowed.
"I will be promoted to a higher rank soon." Upon hearing about Taekwondo, the fool became interested, "I have been practicing these days and have made great progress. I..."
He looked into Aunt Ping's eyes and immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap.
Your wrist is injured, it only affects your study, not your boxing.
Besides, you injured your left wrist.
"I...I was wrong," the fool immediately lowered his head and apologized, "I will definitely study and do my homework well tomorrow."
"Good guy, this is too obedient," Qin Yin shook his head and said in disbelief, "Others have their edges smoothed out by life, but he is better, his edges have been smoothed out by life, and he is still the kind of person who pricks people everywhere.
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Wen Ling couldn't bear to listen anymore and softly defended the fool, "A good person."
"The fool is better now. It's because of us." Qin Yin patted his chest. "It's because of our gentleness and kindness that influenced him."
Wen Ling blinked his eyes, thinking that Dao Zhang and Bao Mu might be really gentle and kind, but you and the fool must have had many fights.
Aunt Ping was amused by the fool's appearance. She stretched out her hand and wanted to pat the fool's head. After thinking about it, she just patted the fool's shoulder.
"You are already a big kid, and you will take the college entrance examination in a few years. Zishan, I know you are smart, but you also have to study hard." Aunt Ping's voice was long and soft, like a gust of wind, "I and I
Uncle is still waiting for your admission notice."
The fool's face was red. He didn't dare to raise his eyes and look directly at Aunt Ping. He only nodded heavily, "Yeah."
"Zishan, you should have heard about...what's going on outside recently," Aunt Ping said, "If there's nothing important, don't go out at night, okay?"
"I...I won't go out," the fool pursed his lips, "Auntie, please pay attention to your safety."
"Okay," Aunt Ping reached out to grab the door handle, "then Aunt Ping is gone, so you should go to bed early."
"Good night, Aunt Ping."
"Oh, don't close the door..."
Qin Yin, who had been watching the excitement, almost forgot to enter the house. She pulled Wen Ling and jumped into the house from beside the fool.
The fool wondered where the gust of wind came from and closed the door. He listened to Aunt Ping's footsteps and walked to the next room. He stood at the door and sighed deeply.
Qin Yin and Wen Ling stood in the center of the room, looking curiously at the furnishings in the room.
Is this where fools grow up?
This room is about the same size as the double room just now, but there is only one single bed in the room. There is a large desk next to the bed. The desk is filled with various things, but there are not many books.
"I take back what I said about his good grades," Qin Yin said. "It seems that the reason why the teacher placed the fool next to the podium to listen to the class is simply because he doesn't study."
As a result, not only did he not study, he didn't even hear the school bell.
The fool shuffled his steps, moved to the chair dejectedly, looked at the chair, and then lay directly on his back on the bed.
"Well...study," the fool looked at the ceiling and muttered, "Take the college entrance examination..."
"Ha," Qin Yin came to the bedside and looked down at the fool's face with Wen Ling, "Why are you so stupid... Oh my god! You scared me..."
The fool sat up suddenly and almost hit Qin Yin and Wenling's chins. He clenched his fists and waved in the air, "Study! I want to learn!"
After successfully brainwashing himself, the fool pulled away the chair, sat down on it, took out a few books from his schoolbag, opened the books, and quickly entered a reading state.
However, within a few minutes of reading, he couldn't sit still.
He kept looking at his watch and then at the dark night outside the window.
Outside the window is the back wall of the compound. The wall is not high, and ivy is climbing and growing on it.
Within a few seconds, in the dark night outside the window, there was a distant... whistle?
The fool's back suddenly straightened.
There was another whistle.
Another sound.
There were three beeps in total and no more.
The fool gritted his teeth, stood up, walked to the window, and gently opened the back window.