 but he suddenly came over at one o’clock this afternoon. Luo Zhengyin saw that Yang Duole’s face was white and his walking was wobbly, so she thought he was having health problems again and was so anxious that she almost called the emergency number, but was stopped by Yang Duole.
Luo Zhengyin asked anxiously for a long time, but Yang Duole only kept silent, his face was bloodless, and after a while, he suddenly asked her.
Luo Zhengyin didn’t expect Yang Duole to ask this question. The birth of Yang Duole more than sixteen years ago was a memory that she and the two elders of the Fang family did not want to mention. At that time, she fell into postpartum depression as it hadn’t been long since she gave birth and was unable to follow the two elders of Fang family and Yang Zhengming to go to the place where Fang Sui last lived.
Fang Zuqing’s character was old-fashioned and conservative. What happened to his daughter was not only a grief for him, but also a secret. For so many years, the family had not been revealed, and she did not dare to go to that sad place.
“Qingshui County…” Yang Duole muttered with hollow eyes.
“Lele, what’s wrong with you?” Luo Zhengyin looked at Yang Duole worriedly, she had never seen this child, whom she loved the most, looked so desperate.
Yang Duole didn’t answer her and locked himself into the room. She tried to persuade him several times outside the door but to no avail, so she had to call Lin Qinhe. In the past, when Yang Duole lost his temper, Lin Qinhe was the most useful to come forward.
Lin Qinhe frowned and walked upstairs in silence.
Lin Qinhe thought he would have to wait for a while, but Yang Duole quickly opened the door. The room didn’t have the lights on, only the faint light from the movie. Yang Duole looked straight at him and did not say anything, his pupils did not have a bit of luster.
Lin Qinhe walked straight in and glanced at the movie on the projection screen. It was a very depressing movie at a first glance. It was not the type Yang Duole liked to watch before.
He was never as patient as Luo Zhengyin in coaxing people.
Yang Duole hugged his legs and stared at the movie on the screen, still not saying anything.
Lin Qinhe glanced at the movie again. The screen showed a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sleeping on a dark green bed. He seemed to be having nightmares, frowning and clutching the quilt, whispering in his sleep, and the soundtrack made people feel a little uneasy.
The teenager in the movie suddenly woke up from his nightmare with a big gasp and opened his bloodshot eyes in the heavy sound effects.
Lin Qinhe frowned and looked at Yang Duole’s lackluster eyes. This question was somewhat absurd when asked by Yang Duole. He replied in an indifferent tone.
Yang Duole looked at Lin Qinhe quickly, and a bit of anger and hatred appeared in his dark eyes. 
The phone in Lin Qinhe’s pocket vibrated as he finished speaking and he quickly took it out to see that it was Su Yun’s WeChat message.
Lin Qinhe pressed off the screen of the phone and stood up slowly. He wrinkled his brows deeply and his face sank. He stared at the person in front of him who was obviously not in a normal state of mind and said nothing.
He had long discovered that Lin Qinhe and Tao Xi’s relationship was getting closer and closer. The closeness was a little abnormal. Before he was just uncomfortable in his heart, and only today did he know.
That person deliberately came to Wenhua No. 1 High School and approached him and Lin Qinhe, just to take everything from him step by step!
He didn’t want to believe that vulgar man who claimed to be his father, but the facts seemed too hard for him not to believe it. This nightmare that accompanied him since childhood was waking up.
Came from Qingshui Town, looked very similar to Fang Sui, had the same talent for painting, and more importantly.
When he saw him for the first time, he showed strong hostility toward him!
He must be coming to get back at himself and steal everything from him, he must be.
Luo Zhengyin, who had been outside the door, could not help but walk in when he heard Yang Duole’s hysterical sound. Seeing Yang Duole’s chest violently rising and falling with tears on his face, she hurriedly walked over and gently patted his back, gently soothed a few words, and winked at Lin Qinhe.
The tone of voice was almost cold.
Yang Duole buried himself in Luo Zhengyin’s shoulder and cried bitterly. Luo Zhengyin hurriedly turned her head to comfort.
Lin Qinhe looked at these two people in front of him, took a deep breath and directly turned around and walked towards the door, as if he was trying to escape from some confined space that was suffocating him.
“I don’t want to pick it up.” Yang Duole choked.
“Fine, fine, don’t answer it, I’ll hang up for you.” Luo Zhengyin brought the phone over and saw that it wasn’t the call from the two elders of the Fang family, but Guan Fanyun, the lover of Yang Zhengming.
Yang Zhengming had countless lovers over the years. Guan Fanyun had been relatively stable in the past two years. The last time she came to the school to give Yang Duole a gift, Yang Duole was so angry that he took time off work and went home and did not eat.
Luo Zhengyin thought it was this woman again that made Yang Duole emotional today. She wanted to find a chance to talk to Yang Zhengming to make Guan Fanyun stop harassing Yang Dole.
Behind was a series of animal emoticons, cats, dogs, chickens, ducks and geese who were happily jumping around, looking very awkward.
Lin Qinhe looked at the animated pictures, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. He glanced at the time, just after the second period of night study, so he called directly.
“Wait for me, I will leave the classroom immediately.” After the phone was connected, came Tao Xi’s urgent voice, as well as the sound of footsteps and the fading classroom noise.
Lin Qinhe lay back leisurely on the recliner, looking at the fuzzy moon in the sky and listening to Tao Xi planning their future.
He found that Tao Xi almost never mentioned his family and past, except for the sick sister, in Tao Xi’s heart, it seemed like there was only a bright future, and him.
“What do you think of my plan?” Tao Xi paused and asked nervously.
“If we have time, of course we can go to more places, but I think you might be very busy with your work by then.” Tao Xi said.
Tao Xi said, “You left too suddenly today, I’ll make sure to give it to you tomorrow!” He said as he walked towards the classroom, muttering in a low voice.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qinhe opened WeChat again and only then remembered that Su Yun had sent him a message earlier. It was Su Yun’s additional information about applying for school.
He forwarded all the information to Tao Xi, then clicked on Su Yun’s dialog box again. He originally wanted Su Yun to help him buy back the painting Tao Xi had just sold, but after thinking about it, he gave it up.
There would be many people like him in the future who would buy Tao Xi’s paintings and treasure them.
Lin Qinhe got up from the recliner, went back to the room and turned on the light. He opened the locked box in the bookcase and took out a booklet inside.
This was all the cartoons Tao Xi had drawn for him so far, all of it were carefully bound by him according to the date.
When he opened the comic book, it was like opening a copy of “One Thousand and One Nights” that belonged only to him.
In fact, he had no interest in stories and comics since he was a child, but he remembered when he was very young, he also expected Luo Zhengyin to tell him bedtime stories, just like she told Yang Duole stories in his room every night.
Lin Qinhe looked down at the first page of the comic book, the first comic Tao Xi drew for him.
Pull out your horn-rimmed glasses and dog-eared paperbacks, and join the glitterati this Saturday, September 27, for the inaugural New York City Lit Crawl, organized by the San Francisco-based organization Litquake.
It starts at 6:30 p.m. on the Lower East Side with drinks and a number of readings. If you feel like throwing a few back with the literary elite, check out *The New Yorker'*s Ben Greenman at Happy Ending (302 Broome St.). Then head north to the East Village for four events around 7:15 p.m. Don't miss the Paragraph members' reading at KGB bar