The Ultimate Student in the City

Although Li Zedao had a few holes in his head, his clothes were not only hospital gowns, but also covered with shocking bloodstains, but this doctor is not the kind of gossip, so he didn't continue to dig into this matter. He continued to ask, but said: "The patient is estimated to be able to wake up at night, and after a good rest for two days, it is probably fine."

"Thank you." He Xiaoyu nodded and said.

After the doctor left the ward, He Xiaoyu sat down on a chair in front of the ward, and looked at Li Zedao's face that couldn't bear to look straight. There was a feeling of irritation in the physical and mental fatigue, even if it was not. He Xiaoyu wanted to kick him a few feet because the other party was lying there now.

First, her majesty as a teacher was severely stepped on the ground by this strange student in her opinion; secondly, she was scared to death by the student when she went to that kind of ghost place; I met two more hooligans who planned to give her this super beauty a tyrannical bow; finally the crisis was resolved, but Li Zedao fainted again, so that she had to work hard to fix him. Come to this hospital.

He Xiaoyu was deeply moved by his kindness, and at the same time, he felt that he...I better go back and change clothes. When dragging Li Zedao into the car, his clothes were dirty. There is still a class in the afternoon. Can't go to class in such dirty clothes?

He Xiaoyu would not do something that would damage his sweet image!

Thinking, He Xiaoyu glanced at Li Zedao, and shook his head helplessly, then got up and walked out of the ward to the nurse station and found the nurse on duty. The patient in the ward was troubled by the passport, and then he left the hospital and went back to change clothes. Up.

What He Xiaoyu didn't know was that shortly after she left the hospital, Li Zedao's body, whose eyes were tightly closed, trembled violently as if struck by lightning.

"Dad, don't go...don't go..."

Li Zedao exclaimed and sat up from the hospital bed, gasping for breath, his pale face was covered with wet sticky sweat stains.

He lifted his head slightly, and his flushed, scared eyes scanned the surroundings, only to realize that he was in the ward again, but why did he come to the hospital again? He vaguely remembered that he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door, thinking that it was his father who came back, but when he ran to open the door, he was standing outside the door by the host, He Xiaoyu... to be precise, He Xiaoyu, who was terribly scared.

After that, he only felt that he was in pain. For a while, his body seemed to be thrown into a fire, and for a while it seemed to be thrown in an ice cellar. It kept getting cold and changing, and then he didn't know anything.

Teacher He sent himself to the hospital?

As for just now, I had a dream.

In the dream, his father, Li Dahai, ignored his pleading to keep him, and went further and further, and finally only a very vague back was left. He wanted to catch up, but his body seemed to be rusty, completely unable to move. .

Is it just a dream?

Li Zedao only felt that he had a splitting headache, as if someone was poking his skull again and again with an awl. This kind of pain made him a little crazy but he had to bite his teeth and endure desperately, even more random. Rubbing his messy hair, even the infusion needle that had been pierced into his arm fell off because of his struggle.

After a while, Li Zedao stopped, and then he cried.

He raised his face, trying to pour the tears that came immediately back into his eye sockets, but as if he had raised it, he rushed out.

"Father is gone?" Li Zedao asked himself silently with tears.

Then silently answered his own question: "Yes, my father is gone, he is not coming back, he can't come back, you said I have grown up, I should rely on myself, but... I don't want to grow up, I am When the school is bullied, I want your comfort, and when I fail the exam, I want your encouragement..."

With that said, Li Zedao's already scarred heart seemed to be stabbed into it suddenly by a sharp sword, and the pain almost suffocated him.

It suddenly occurred to him that since childhood, he seemed to have been comforted and encouraged by his father Li Dahai countless times.

It was common for him to be bullied at school. Not only did his classmates bully him, but even the teachers who were usually kind and looked at him wearing colored glasses when they were facing him alone, and even acted on him.

As for the exam, let alone, the only time I didn't take the last one was because the student who was supposed to be the second-to-last student suffered from enteritis before the exam and did not take the test. Two subjects did not get a zero score.

In the eyes of the teacher, he is an idiot who drags the class back, either treating him as a thorn in his eyes or ignoring him; in the eyes of his classmates, he is the weird flower who bullies if he wants to bully, and he is an absolutely competent green leaf, whether it is Whoever stops in front of him, IQ will always inexplicably improve a lot.

But even so, his father Li Dahai has never been disappointed in him. Every time he comes home, he always gives him a kind smile.

Li Zedao suddenly felt that his performance was indistinguishable from a pile of shit, but why didn't his father ever blame himself? On the contrary, he is full of confidence in himself and full of tolerance for himself. This... is the father's love?

Li Zedao had more tears, and his voice was extremely hoarse, muttering to himself: "Father is gone, no one will tolerate you here, no one will encourage you anymore, no one will comfort you here..."

"Li Zedao, from now on, only you are left as trash... trash? No, I don't want to be trash anymore... I am not a trash..."

Li Zedao clenched his fists tightly, got out of the hospital bed, wearing such a blood-stained gown, barefoot, blood stained on his face and red eyes, he walked out of the ward into the corridor like a neuropathy.

"Sir, you..." Seeing Li Zedao coming out, the little nurse pushing a car subconsciously said.

Li Zedao turned his head.

The little nurse's face turned pale suddenly, and she took a few steps back, and there was no way to continue the following words.

The little nurse's little heart is beating like this, this guy...well, at first glance, there is a problem with his brain, what if he gets anxious.

Li Zedao glanced at her, did not speak, but turned around, headed straight forward, and strode forward.

...

It is still the small room rented by Li Dahai, and it is still the pieces of old furniture and the so-called furnishings that are dirty and old-fashioned, but it has no longer the warmth of the past, but it has a cold feeling. It's like being in hell.

The bowl of braised pork was still quietly placed on the small table, next to it was a wad of hundred yuan bills and a square white jade with thumbs long and short.

Li Zedao's gaze slowly moved down from the desktop, and there was a pile of paper scraps on the ground.

Slowly walked to the front, squatted down, picked up the confetti bit by bit with a serious look, put it on the table, then sat down on a small chair, reached out and grabbed it. A piece of braised pork in the bowl was put into his mouth and chewed gently.

The braised pork was very fragrant, but Li Zedao did not taste it. Instead, he had a very bitter feeling. I don’t know when the tears slipped down and flowed down his face, and finally flowed into his mouth and followed his mouth. The braised pork inside is mixed together.

My father is no longer there, so I will be alone...

Thinking, Li Zedao’s tears were getting more and more, and his mouth was filled with meat. In the end, his physical strength seemed to be drained. The whole person lay directly on the floor, looking at the ceiling with blank eyes, his mind Countless pictures flashed quickly in it.

"Huh..." For a long time, Li Zedao exhaled fiercely, then wiped away his tears fiercely and muttered to himself: "Dad, don't worry, I will be fine, I will be fine. ..."

Speaking of Li Zedao, he got up from the ground, then walked into the small bathroom and stripped all the medical gowns on his body, and removed the bandage on his head. Turn on the faucet, take a basin of cold water, hold it high, and pour it down on his head...

When Li Zedao came to the door of the classroom, the first physics class in the afternoon was drawing to a close.

Teacher Zhao Ping, who teaches physics, glanced at Li Zedao, who interrupted his impassioned speech by slanting his eyes and yelling "report", and the extreme disgust in his eyes flashed by.

For this kind of almost brain-disabled student, all you can do is this kind of thing. Either beat him badly, ignore it, or get mad from internal injuries alive.

The eyes of many students in the class also fell on Li Zedao, and even some people were still wondering, did Li Zedao not come to class? When did this happen?

Zhao Ping naturally didn't dare to do anything to Li Zedao, so he had to ignore him.

Just as he was about to pretend that he didn't hear Li Zedao shouting the report and then continue to lecture, the get out of class bell rang loudly, and that kind of natural bell rang throughout the teaching building.

"Class is over." Zhao Ping said, sweeping the class, then glanced back at Li Zedao, who was standing there like a javelin, waved his hand to indicate that he could come in.

Li Zedao walked in slowly. As he walked into the aisle of tables and chairs, he clearly heard Zhao Ping, who was cleaning up the textbooks on the table, saying a disgusting word: "Fool! Waste! Rubbish!"

Then Zhao Ping coughed slightly, as if to cover up his insult.

Li Zedao's step forward suddenly stagnated, his fists were slightly squeezed, and then he relaxed again quickly, but his body became even more straight, and he continued to walk forward and came to the seat in the back row.