Excuse me, "Mr. Zhuo, it's really dark." Is there a source for this sentence? Whether it's novels or movie lines or radio or something.

1

Mr. Zhuo, the president, has been suffering from severe insomnia for many years.

Yoga, Chinese medicine, massage, aromatherapy ... I have tried my best, but I just can't. People rely more and more on sleeping pills. At this rate, the president suspects that he will die suddenly.

But the president has a way to sleep, and that is to sleep with someone in his arms.

2

The president asked his assistant to send him a job: recruiting sleeping partners. .....

The next day, the police came to the door, and the assistant had to change his title: personal caregiver, male only,/kloc-over 0/8 years old, quiet, healthy, good personal hygiene habits and good sleep quality.

The assistants are all recruited.

Ricky was wearing a gray sweater and a pair of semi-old jeans on the day of the interview. He is tall and thin, with fine eyes, and he is in a good mood.

PRESIDENT: Are you a part-time student?

Qi: .....

President: I don't need a full-time job. I just need to sleep with me every night, really. Don't misunderstand me.

Qi: .....

PRESIDENT: Are you dumb?

Ricky nodded. He is a mute.

three

Xiao Qi is a college student in the nearby Academy of Fine Arts. Seeing that the recruitment said that he could work part-time, he decided to give it a try.

He has always wanted to find a part-time job. Learning art is a very expensive job, but when he was a child, he lost his voice because of an accidental vocal cord tear, so he couldn't be a waiter in a fast food restaurant like other students.

This recruitment for finding someone to sleep has been turned into a joke in the school part-time group. A group of people were laughing there, only Xiao Qi wrote down his contact information and handed in his resume.

Mr. Zhuo, the president, likes Qi, which completely meets his requirements-quiet.

In fact, even if he can talk, it is estimated that the child is quite quiet. Xiao Qi studied Chinese painting, and fewer and fewer students chose Chinese painting in the Academy of Fine Arts every year. After all, it is not easy to find a job, because he should be calm and durable.

On the first day of "going to work", Qi arrived at the president's house on time at ten o'clock in the evening. The assistant told him not to worry. The president has a dinner party tonight and may come back in the early hours of the morning.

While waiting on the sofa, he looked at the apartment. The hardcover apartments in high-grade residential areas have a solemn atmosphere. This person lives alone, has no family, has a high degree of self-discipline, and everything at home is neatly arranged.

At three o'clock in the morning, Mr Zhuo came back and saw Xiao Qi looking at a Chinese painting in the guest's bag. He was so absorbed that he didn't even hear the door open.

Qi pointed to the traditional Chinese painting and pointed to himself, his hands folded.

Mr. Zhuo: You mean, your teacher painted this?

Ricky nodded and smiled for the first time.

four

This dry landscape painting was painted by Professor Chu of the Academy of Fine Arts. Qi is a close disciple of Professor Chu, a mentor and relative.

Mr. Zhuo doesn't understand art, and the painting was sent by the client, which is estimated to be valuable.

Entering the bedroom, Qi was a little nervous and took a long bath. Mr. Zhuo said, I can't sleep until you fall asleep.

He tried to put himself to sleep. Many people around me feel a little strange.

Strange, at first I was covered in hair, but later I decided that this man just held himself and couldn't do anything else, so he gradually relaxed.

Qi always falls asleep easily.

His world is quiet and simple. He was born in a small town and was bullied by a group of older children. He ran away and fell from nowhere. The world was dark, and he lost his voice when he woke up.

The older children finally stopped bullying him, but no one played with him, so he broke a willow branch and drew on the mud according to the photos in the magazine. A footprint or a rain will ruin his painting, but he doesn't care, just keeps painting.

Finally, a man came to see him, watched him draw, and squatted down to watch him draw.

It was a middle-aged and old man with a picture frame on his back and his face flushed with sun. He just looked and looked until Ricky finished painting.

He applauded: awesome.

Then he asked, "By the way, little friend, how can I get to Qijia?" ?

-This person is Professor Chu.

The next morning, Mr Zhuo woke up early. They went to the living room for breakfast, and the assistant and Qi settled the daily salary: Manager Zhuo is very good, don't be afraid, remember the confidentiality agreement. ....

Qi nodded and confirmed that he had received the money. Then he rode his bike to the department store and bought a cashmere scarf. Today is the weekend. After buying a scarf, he returned to Professor Chu's home.

Qi is not a child adopted by the professor. At that time, Professor Chu went to his hometown to sketch, and his hometown had distant relatives, surnamed Qi, who stayed for one night.

When he left, Xiao Qi's parents said that all the adults had gone out to work. Could you please ask the professor to take the children to the city to help take care of them for a while?

Professor Chu agreed. As a result, Qi's parents never returned.

As usual, the old man painted and practiced calligraphy in the study room before lunch. Look, Qi is back, and Professor Chu welcomes him with a smile. Come on, wash your hands and get ready for lunch. Today, I made chestnut chicken.

He went to help the teacher set the table. For so many years, Professor Chu lived with him and felt like a father and son.

Oh, why buy such an expensive scarf? Seeing the gift the child bought him, the old man waved his hand again and again and kept the money for his own work. Don't buy me this or that.

I just want to be filial to my teacher. Ricky took a sip of hot soup and giggled.

six

Mr. Zhuo is waiting for Qi today. Because the students of the Academy of Fine Arts go to other places to sketch, the bus will not return to the city until 10 in the evening.

The young man didn't even have time to put the picture frame, so he took it to Mr. Zhuo's house and bowed to apologize when he entered the door. The president seldom went to bed early one day, so he waited until twelve o'clock.

Mr. Zhuo complained: Really, today's college students have no contract spirit and time concept at all. You will suffer if you leave society like this, you know? Forget it, you've had enough. .....

Ricky bowed his head and was scolded honestly.

Forget it. Forget it. Mr. Zhuo also felt that he should not be angry with the children, lying in bed: the company has been in some trouble recently ... you don't understand what I told you, no, you don't. .....

This company started from a small factory and grew bigger and bigger. Mr. Zhuo is nostalgic, and the workers who worked hard with him have a good life, but other executives in the company are not happy. A group of workers are still old workers with little technical value, and they are not allowed to do any work. Why do they have to pay such a high salary?

Mr Zhuo is forty years old this year. He is so absorbed in his work that he is afraid of the public.

The company's profits are not good, and other partners' opinions are getting bigger and bigger.

He hugged Ricky and sighed. As a result, when the neck was warm, the other party held him and patted him like a child.

Only by holding a person can Mr. Zhuo sleep well.

It sounds like a good-looking rich man should have no difficulty in finding someone who is willing to be praised, but Mr. Zhuo doesn't want to find someone for this.

He just wants someone to sleep with. He just sleeps and doesn't need anything else. He can completely relax in such a simple relationship.

It's not like I haven't looked. Women are definitely not good, and he doesn't want to embarrass each other. For men, at first everyone just sleeps, but later, the other party's request is not so simple.

Qi is simple.

seven

I woke up a little twisted the next day. There is an ornament covered with black cloth on the wall of the bedroom. Probably because of the wind of the air conditioner, the black cloth slipped and the things behind it were startled.

Don't be afraid, this is an old shotgun. Mr. Zhuo covered the cloth again. I grew up in a mountain village, and I was going hunting in the mountains at that time.

Okay ... Qi reached out carefully and touched the shotgun. Mr. Zhuo suddenly took the gun down and pulled the trigger on him.

He flinched in fear.

Mr. Zhuo smiled and said, What are you afraid of? It's an old gun with no bullets in it.

He patted the gun. Even if you let me hunt now, I don't think I can hit it. Sitting in the office for a long time, my blood is almost gone.

Mr. Zhuo's assistant is his old classmate, called assistant, which is actually equal to the second-in-command of the company. Qi is going back to school. He will give the child a ride.

Assistant: How is Mr. Zhuo?

Ricky nodded. This man is a little serious, but he is a good man.

When the bus arrived at the school gate, two boys in ball uniforms passed by with basketball between them. When they saw Xiao Qi get off the bus, they waved to him: Xiao Qi!

This is Ricky's monitor.

Professor Chu is the mainstay of the Academy of Fine Arts. Almost everyone in the school knows that there is a mute in the American Communication Department, who is a closed disciple of the professor.

The counselor specially brought the monitor to meet him, because Xiao Qi lives outside every night, and the college is worried that he will be bullied in the dormitory. In order to deepen communication with this student, the school also requires counselors to learn sign language.

Qi: No, I got a part-time job and stayed at a friend's house in the city at night.

Counselor: If you are not used to living here, just say, as the dean said last time, there is a dormitory for international students that can give you a single room.

Ricky shook his head, not wanting to disturb everyone.

eight

After class, Professor Chu returned to his office in the college, with a bronze nameplate hanging outside, which is Chu's studio in the Academy of Fine Arts of XX University.

The studio is decorated simply, and all sides are covered with paintings. People buy it every day, but Professor Chu doesn't sell it. His wife died and they had no children. He said that his studio and paintings should be left to a child who really likes Chinese painting.

Everyone knows who this child refers to.

The master and apprentice continued their unfinished painting in the studio, which painted red berries at dawn. This winter has passed, and Xiao Qi will prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination in the second half of the semester.

The first choice is insurance research, but it doesn't matter if you take the exam yourself.

Professor Chu is naturally biased towards baby students: don't worry, draw well, and don't fall behind in professional courses and cultural classes.

Richie is grinding ink for the teacher and nodding blankly.

Professor Chu gestured with his left hand: No matter who opposes it, I can't let you suffer.

The finger on his right hand was lost in a criticism in those years. Many artists committed suicide or collapsed. Professor Chu just gritted his teeth and carried on painting with his left hand. This old man is Qi's most powerful protective cover, and nothing can hurt children except him.

At this moment, the monitor came to the studio and invited Xiao Qi to dinner: Hello, Professor Chu!

The old man patted the students on the back kindly: Go ahead and have fun with your classmates.

In the evening, Qi arrived at Mr. Zhuo's house on time, but there were guests in the house, which sounded like a quarrel.

The quarrel soon ended. Several middle-aged men came out of his house in angry suits and got on the bus at the door.

It's nothing. Mr. Zhuo sat on the sofa and rubbed his temples. Several other directors of the company are a little emotional.

Ricky walked over carefully and patted him on the shoulder.

Mr. Zhuo was stunned and suddenly became angry: a person is working with you when you are most bitter and tired. When you are rich, should you be kind to them?

Ricky nodded.

Mr. Zhuo: Then how did they sweep those old workers out of the house? ! At that time, the factory was still a fart and was in danger. Those brothers will continue to help you for a month, even if they don't get paid this month. What's wrong with paying people every month now? How can you do such a dog-eat-dog thing? !

Mr. Zhuo's eyes are red. Take a deep breath. He remembers that when he was a child, he went hunting in the mountain village with adults. No matter how fierce the bear was, he was not afraid. Bears can eat people, but people can't. But he took these people, but there was nothing he could do.

Mr. Zhuo sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette.

Mr. Zhuo: What do you do when you can't sleep?

Qi made a gesture of drawing.

There are both paper and pen. On ordinary printing paper, Xiao Qi began to draw Mr Zhuo to smoke. Seeing the way he paints, Mr. Zhuo thought, this man is really nice, the world is cold, and there is nothing in his mind except painting.

Teacher Zhuo: Have you considered studying Chinese painting and how to find a job after graduation?

Qi wrote on the paper: He will stay in Master's studio and continue to paint.

Oh, there was a backer. Mr. Zhuo thought, it's good for such a soft and clean child to stay in a pure white ivory tower, just like a fairy tale.

Ricky sneezed, and the smoke covered the young man's clear and delicate eyebrows.

Mr. Zhuo quickly put out his cigarette.

China New Year is coming. After the daily salary is paid, Mr Zhuo sees Xiao Qi looking at the balance in his mobile phone.

When the assistant saw him go downstairs, he asked Mr. Zhuo how to spend his annual leave for the New Year.

On weekends or national holidays, Mr. Zhuo gives Xiao Qi a holiday and takes some sleeping pills to cope with it. He asked Xiao Qi: It's the Spring Festival. What can I give your master?

Qi wrote, still thinking.

Mr. Zhuo looked at the sky outside. In the winter morning, the sky is blue, as if it were painted.

Mr. Zhuo said, let's go to the shopping center together. I reimbursed the gift you bought for Master.

The young man didn't go shopping at first sight, but when he entered the resplendent shopping center, he dared not leave after him.

Nothing. Mr. Zhuo said, look, is it men's wear or skin care products?

Qi is like a hamster, holding a high-grade toothbrush, toothpaste and hand cream. ......

Mr. Zhuo: Are you going to the supermarket? Where can I get such a gift?

But this is how Qi gave things to Professor Chu since he was a child: a pen, an ink, a pair of slippers and a scarf ... No matter what he gave, the old man was very happy.

10

Just like shopping in a supermarket, Xiao Qi happily returned to the teacher's house with a bag of daily necessities. Mr. Zhuo was seldom at leisure, so he followed him. Seeing him happy, I think this group of people is ridiculous. Gifts are also divided into true feelings and entertainment. If they are really close, who cares what you give them?

Passing an exhibition hall by the roadside, Mr. Zhuo looked at two figures on the glass. The sunshine falls on Qi, giving young people transparent light inspiration, and everything about him is dying.

He stopped once, pulled a distance and stopped again. ......

Mr. Zhuo knows that he is old, and the heavy footsteps will crush the light footsteps in front.

Someone called Qi's name by the roadside. He is also a male college student. Ricky waved to him, then sighed on the glass and wrote the word "monitor" for Mr. Zhuo.

It turned out to be classmates.

Mr. Zhuo waved his hand: You go and play. My company has work to do. I have to go first.

I heard that the boss of the place where Xiao Qi works gave him a New Year present. Professor Chu was a little surprised: that's too embarrassing. I'll invite others to dinner another day.

Ricky nodded and took the professor's blood pressure. In the afternoon, a relative of Professor Chu came to see me, which was another compliment. He wanted the professor to send him some paintings and let him sell them.

You see, you don't have children ... relatives glanced at the silent Qi beside them: My family has always wanted to do handicraft business, his client.

As soon as I heard your name, I paid special attention. .....

The professor said, I think it over. Studio and painting are reserved for Qi. You don't know and don't like painting, so you can't take this course.

The professor invited his relatives to leave. The woman gave Ricky a hard look when she left.

It's cloudy outside. I'm afraid it's going to snow. The professor looked up and said, sometimes I think it's not night. Why is it so dark? It was dark everywhere, and there was no light.

He touched Qi's head, touched the child's anxiety and gave a reassuring smile: However, it's all right. Go ahead for one night at most, and it will light up. The master will go with you.

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Qi foolishly sent a short message to Mr. Zhuo: Hello, the teacher said thank you and wanted to invite you to dinner.

Mr. Zhuo received the text message, crying and laughing: Then I will be free tomorrow.

Qi ran to the teacher happily and signed it: teacher! He is free tomorrow!

Professor Zhu is making shredded eel in an apron. Hearing this, he patted the student on the back of the head: silly boy, on the eve of tomorrow, people won't have a home, will they? How can you come to dinner?

Oh, Xiao Qi sent a short message with a flat mouth: Hello, the teacher said that tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and you can't come to dinner. .....

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a new message came.

Mr. Zhuo: Give me the address. I will come tomorrow.

It snowed heavily on New Year's Eve. At six o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Professor Qihe is waiting to prepare a table of dishes. Professor Chu greeted the guests to sit down: it's too late to entertain them now. Thank you for taking care of my students.

When the yellow rice wine was heated, three fresh potatoes in the small casserole brayed the boiling gas beep, which immediately dispelled the chill of winter night.

Mr. Zhuo looked at the warmth in the room, paused, then took off his suit jacket, shook off the broken snow and sat down.

Two adults had a few drinks. The professor took Mr. Zhuo's hand and told him to take good care of Qi, saying that the child was kind, inexperienced and old, and others were not worried, just thinking of the child.

The professor was drunk and vague: when I went ... I was really worried, really. .....

Mr. Zhuo looked into Qi's eyes. The child doesn't quite understand why the professor is worried about being alone in the world, but his eyes are red.

Mr. Zhuo said, nothing. I will take care of him.

On New Year's Eve, Mr. Zhuo stayed at Professor Chu's house. After drinking, it snowed heavily and I couldn't drive back. Ricky made the bed and the two of them crowded together.

The room is full of paintings and ink, and copybooks and picture books are piled up everywhere, making this space seem very narrow.

In the small room, he held the young man as if remembering his childhood. Several children huddled in a dilapidated mountain village. My mother died in childbirth, and my father didn't know how to take care of several children and disappeared.

The newborn sister is crying, and he feeds her rice soup. But my sister couldn't drink it, and cried all night, with a slight voice. Young Mr. Zhuo slept with her. When she got up the next day, her sister couldn't move.

At the age of three, my brother had a fever, vomited and died in his sleep.

Mr. Zhuo had a nightmare, dreaming that his siblings left one by one, and there was nothing he could do.

He never dares to sleep alone.

12

Xiao Qi started school, and began to attend classes every day, and went to sleep at Mr. Zhuo's house at night.

The monitor especially likes to ask him about Mr. Zhuo: Tell me about it. If I go to Japan for further study next year, I won't have a chance to listen.

The whole class basically has a cognition, and Qi is sure to keep the research because of Professor Chu.

Qi also thinks, I'm sure I can go to graduate school because I'm good at my homework.

The child sometimes doesn't know what to say about him.

One Saturday morning, Mr. Zhuo drove him directly back to Professor Zhu's home. Ricky opened the door, only to see the professor fall to the ground, unconscious.

After being sent to the hospital, Mr. Zhuo found a doctor to register for them. Professor Chu woke up slightly, his mouth was askew and he didn't know what to say.

The doctor said it was a serious cerebral hemorrhage, and it is still unknown whether it can be carried over.

Qi slept in the hospital to nurse the teacher and prayed that he would wake up. Maybe I heard his inner voice. At noon the next day, the old man woke up.

Professor Chu said, Qi? Qi, are you there? I feel much better. ......

Ricky leaned over and nodded tearfully. When he woke up, he felt much more relaxed.

Professor Chu: I saw you in my dream. I think I'm leaving. How can this child ... Qi, in fact, people are terrible. I don't know how they treated you when I was gone one day, and whether it was bad for you. .....

The old man held his hand, and his mutilated right hand was covered with wrinkles and ink marks.

The old man said, Qi, I'm sorry, the teacher is really old, and the teacher has no strength. I'll accompany you through the darkness again.

Professor Chu's hand was loosened and slipped, just like a brush, and his last concern was loosened.

Professor Chu's family are all relatives and chattering. Qi was pushed into the corner, and he saw fewer and fewer pictures on the wall every day.

When the artist died, the price of his works soared, and even the unfinished semi-finished products on his desk were taken away by relatives. On the day of the memorial service, two male relatives blocked the door and refused to let him in. He saw several people open Professor Chu's wardrobe: Hey, this scarf and coat are high-end goods. Take it back to your son.

The scarf that Xiao Qi bought for the professor was worn around the neck of a relative. This scene made him suddenly feel queasy and ran out to squat on the ground and retch.

13

During Qi's absence, Mr. Zhuo also thought about finding someone else to sleep with.

He did find one, but he found himself unable to sleep. The man pestered him to tell the story of shotgun, and then there was a series of flattery that made people tremble behind their backs. He let the man go.

You help me contact Qi. He told his assistant that I couldn't sleep without him.

Only then did I know that Ricky was having a funeral.

But Mr. Zhuo has no time to talk to him. The board of directors formally attacked and demanded that the preferential treatment for old employees be revised. What those people say is also reasonable: every year, a group of employees are classified as old employees, but no one has ever been deleted from this list. Lao Zhuo, there were only 50 five years ago. We don't mind that. There are 130 now. If you insist, everyone will have to fight.

Mr. Zhuo looked at these respectable people and suddenly figured it out. What are you pestering these people for? Let's get things settled here quickly. Let's go and help.

He agreed to resign from the board of directors, and his shares and company property were divided by the board of directors as compensation. As a price, he asked the lawyer to be fair, and the company could not return the shares to this group of old employees.

His villa and car were also returned to the company and left home clean.

In front of Professor Zhu's house, Qi was beaten. He wanted to get his picture frame back, but he was kicked out by others: these things are the relics of Chu family and celebrities, so don't move those crooked thoughts!

A man suddenly rushed over and kicked him away.

Mr. Zhuo had an old gun in his hand, which scared away all the monsters. He held Qi's back: What do you want? I see.

Professor Chu's house was also occupied by relatives. But it doesn't matter, he took Ricky back to his other private house. It's not big, but at least it can be settled.

Ricky sat on the bed, staring blankly at the black and white photos of Professor Chu. He has a baby in his arms, and the young man is very thin.

It's okay. Mr. Zhuo said, I am here. I'll go with you.

14

Back at school, Ricky ate a punishment. Because Professor Chu did not go back to school for leave during his death, the counselor issued a warning.

He was punished and walked back to the dormitory. The monitor stopped him: Qi, you haven't paid your tuition this semester.

Tuition?

Ricky remembered, and suddenly he was embarrassed. Fortunately, Mr. Zhuo paid him enough salary and tuition before.

In order to save money, he retired his dormitory and went to school every day. The new residence is not far from the university, just get up early.

Mr Zhuo takes him to class by motorcycle every day: bear with it, want to start a new company, and when he gets the investment, he will have the money to buy a car.

Ricky grabbed him and shook his head. In fact, there is nothing to bear, whether it is a motorcycle or a car, he is not flat.

This sensitive little animal has felt that its world is falling apart.

Mr. Zhuo stopped the car and held him carefully: Don't be afraid. I'll hold it for you.

Yes, don't be afraid. He thought.

He will continue to study, continue to work in the teacher's studio, go to Japan to study and become a painter. .....

If you are afraid, you can't go on. You can't be afraid.

Suddenly there was a flash next to it. Trembling all over, he saw a man turn and run away

Mr Zhuo scolded: mental derangement.

However, Ricky felt that the figure of the man was familiar, like a monitor.

Qi insomnia. For the first time in many years, he lost sleep.

Mr. Zhuo slept with him in his arms, while he lay in bed with his eyes open, remembering that he had raised a small goldfish before. This fish is different. It is pure white and has no pattern.

The professor said, you can't let it live.

Everything that is pure white is too clean to survive in this world.

In Ricky's nightmare, the bodies of fish float.

15

On Monday, something happened in the college.

A photo was put in the public computer of the library, and the self-study classroom and the teacher's office were stuffed with the same photo. Ricky sat behind a man's motorcycle and helped each other; The two embraced on the side of the road, seemingly intimate.

The teacher called him to the dean's office, and the dean struck the table: Do you know how serious this matter is? Professor Chu should be ashamed of you if he knew what was going on under the spring! How indecent!

Qi doesn't know what indecent is. He tried to explain in sign language: Mr. Zhuo and I are just friends.

What a mess! I have no idea! The dean asked the counselor to take people away: If you still care about Professor Chu's face, you should quit school yourself!

Why did I drop out of school?

He moved his lips and uttered a silent question.

In the afternoon, the class's research list will be announced. Ricky's not up there.

Why? He went to ask the counselor: my grades and conditions are in line, why can't I?

The consultant avoided his eyes: that is ... all the students were elected fairly. You know something about this ... yourself.

Qi: I don't know

The counselor made a ha ha, turned to other colleagues and said: Today's children, really, gee. ......

Qi: Even if I am not friends with Mr. Zhuo, will it affect my graduate school? Can you tell me a clear reason for failing the list?

The counselor is impatient: Are you polite to the teacher? Get out!

Qi's insomnia is getting worse and worse.

Mr. Zhuo looked into his clear eyes in the moonlight: Did something very sad happen to you?

The children sat up, then picked up a pen and paper and wrote down what happened these days: why did they do this?

Mr. Zhuo looked at the content and said nothing.

Qi repeated three words: Why?

Mr. Zhuo shook his head: Because there is a beast in this world that looks like a man.

16

Mr. Zhuo will go to other places to talk about cooperation, about a week. Qi didn't go to school again.

It rained on Friday. He was worried about the painting in the teacher's office, so he wanted to see it. In this world, this is one of the few places to reassure him.

Suddenly, the door opened. Counselors go ahead: Dean Li and Teacher Zhou, come in, come in ... Hey? What are you doing here?

Followed by a large number of people, there are several deans and several school sponsors. Seeing him here, the counselor's expression dropped.

The dean waved his hand and motioned the student to get rid of him quickly: I'm sorry, Miss Zhou. Maybe it's a student who comes to do cleaning. Here are all Professor Chu's original works, and they are all unpublished private masterpieces. Several other teachers came to make an evaluation before. .....

Miss Zhou: Well, I know about it. It must be only high, not low.

Qi's back was so cold that he wrote on a piece of paper: no.

Xu shot!

The counselor grabbed the paper and tore it: get out!

He explained in sign language that this is the teacher's studio and he entrusted it to me. He said that these works, like his children, should be well protected.

What children are not children, and the studio is in the Academy of Fine Arts, which are the assets of the school! The counselor dragged him out: you fart!

Mr. Zhuo is back. Qi is at home and looks depressed.

He wrote on the paper: I didn't keep the teacher's studio.

Mr. Zhuo smiled: I didn't keep the company either. In this world, many things can only be released and then started again.

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Ricky smiled, crumpled up the paper and threw it away.

What cannot be saved may not be saved after all.

Can't live.

That night, it was quiet in the middle of the night, and he felt that everyone around him sat up.

Everybody's awake.

Mr. Zhuo doesn't know if this is one of his dreams. Because he heard Ricky.

Qi said, Mr. Zhuo, it is so dark.

Mr. Zhuo said, don't be afraid.

Ricky looked at him and shouted with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid, I don't have the strength to persist until dawn."

17

The dazzling sunlight falls into the eyes from outside the curtain. Mr. Zhuo woke up. It was a dream.

Ricky's not with him.

Even when people are away, he still sleeps peacefully. Mr. Zhuo has a feeling that maybe his insomnia is gone.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and a thin figure hung in the air, as quiet as after his death.

There is a stranger standing outside the classroom door. He asked the students, who is the monitor of your class?

"Monitor, someone is looking for you."

A tall boy stood up: Who is it?

A gunshot answered him.

Another student was caught by him: take me to see your counselor.

The counselor quickly received the news and came to the classroom from the office. Student: This is ... It's blue. .....

Mr. Zhuo was expressionless, aiming at the man's head and pulling the trigger.

He found Professor Chu's studio, where the dean and several others were discussing the valuation of painting. Mr Zhuo asked who was the dean of Xiao Qi.

A slightly fat middle-aged man was pushed to the front by the crowd in a panic.

Mr. Zhuo put down his gun first, then took out his lighter, burned the photos in the office and walked back to the door. The dean just breathed a sigh of relief when a gunshot exploded a flaming flower on his head.

Mr Zhuo threw away his old shotgun and left.

-Pour him lemon tea.