The police and police arrived soon after, and Hua Shichu went to take notes with the boy. Only then did he find out that his name was Song Zhiyao, he was 16 years old, his parents were dead, and his grandmother who depended on each other also passed away last month.
No wonder he was reduced to picking up trash for a living. This child was so miserable that even the uncles and aunts at the police station couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. They even wanted to donate money to him on the spot and send him to the hospital for treatment.
Song Zhiyao refused, and after taking notes, he limped away again, dragging his precious snakeskin bag with him.
Hua Shichu continued to follow him. Song Zhiyao could not pretend that he had not seen her this time. He looked at Hua Shichu indifferently and asked her, "Why are you following me?"
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to see where you live." Hua Shichu answered honestly.
Song Zhiyao frowned tightly, unable to understand her brain circuit: "What's the use of knowing where I live?"
"It's useless. I just want to know. Just think I'm bored." Hua Shichu said.
Song Zhiyao then ignored her. He had nothing anyway, so it didn't matter even if she knew his address.
Hua Shichu actually followed Song Zhiyao to his house, but when passing by the drugstore, she went in and bought a home medicine kit.
Song Zhiyao's home is in an old dilapidated building in a village in the city. It looks like the kind of building built in the 1970s and 1980s. It is narrow and dark.
Song Zhiyao climbed up to the third floor. Before he reached his door, he heard a surprised voice: "Song Zhiyao, are you finally back?"
It was a pudgy middle-aged man wearing glasses. When he saw the injuries on Song Zhiyao's face, he asked in shock: "Why are you injured? Who hit you? Tell the teacher, and the teacher will call the police for you!"
Hua Shichu suddenly understood that this man was Song Zhiyao's teacher.
"I've already reported it." Song Zhiyao shook his head and said, taking out the key and opening the door.
"Zhiyao, you can't do this now. Picking up garbage is really not a good way to make a living. You should go back to school. I begged the principal and he agreed to waive your tuition. As for living expenses, the teacher can first I'll lend it to you and return it to me when you make money later. Listen to the teacher, your current difficulties are only temporary. You have to study hard and you will have a good future in the future. You must never give up..." the male teacher kept chattering. He persuaded and spoke earnestly, hoping to persuade this extremely strong student.
Song Zhiyao was not moved by his words at all. His face was expressionless and he was only doing his own work in his hands, looking indifferent.
The teacher said so many words but saw that he was out of touch, anxious and angry. When he saw Hua Shichu coming in with a medicine box, he asked in surprise: "Who are you? Are you a relative of Song Zhiyao?"
"No, I am his companion who has gone through adversity with him." Hua Shichu said with a very kind smile. We have fought with gangsters together, so we have gone through adversity together, right?
The male teacher looked at Hua Shichu with suspicion. Although Hua Shichu's clothes had no logo, she knew they were not cheap just by looking at the material and style. Moreover, Hua Shichu also had red lips and white teeth. She was very beautiful. She was the kind of girl who was raised by a wealthy family. He couldn't see how Song Zhiyao could share any troubles with the girl.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in the male teacher's mind, and he asked in shock: "Is it because of you that Zhiyao was beaten like this?"
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was like this. Isn't it normal for boys to be heroes for beautiful girls? Although Song Zhiyao has a cold and lonely personality, he is also a young boy, so he should be like this, right?
When Hua Shichu heard what he said, her original favorable impression of him coming to persuade students to go back to school suddenly fell to the bottom. She sneered and said, "Don't slander me. Song Zhiyao was picked up by a gangster because he picked up trash and found his territory. The gangsters beat him up, and I was the one who saved him."
After hearing what she said, the male teacher quickly looked at Song Zhiyao and saw that he didn't refute. It was obvious that what he said was true. He immediately laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. On behalf of Song Zhiyao, I would like to thank you for saving him." .”
"No need." Hua Shichu said angrily, then pulled Song Zhiyao up and pressed him to wash his hands. Then he returned to the small living room and started to give him medicine.
The male teacher was surprised to see Song Zhiyao, who did not resist at all and was obedient, and could hardly keep up with him. He was Song Zhiyao's high school teacher and knew Song Zhiyao's character very well. Song Zhiyao was not an obedient and well-behaved child, but this beautiful A young girl can train him to be obedient. Can the male teacher not be surprised?
In fact, he thought wrong. Song Zhiyao didn't want to resist, he resisted. However, Hua Shichu had strange power. No matter how Song Zhiyao resisted, Hua Shichu could hold him down with just one hand. If the resistance was ineffective, Song Zhiyao learned to behave. , silently letting Hua Shichu play with it.
"This... girl, Song Zhiyao listens to you so much, can you persuade him to go back to study? I'm keeping his academic status for him. As long as he comes back, he can continue to study, don't worry about anything else." As soon as the teacher's mind changed, he came up with Hua Shichu's idea.
Hua Shichu looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "I'm not his guardian, there's no point in looking for me."
"But he listens to you! Girl, you must persuade him. He is very smart and has a high IQ. He used to spend three days fishing and two days drying nets when he went to class. He was busy taking care of the patients at home and did his homework. There is no way, but his test scores have always been at the top, which shows that he has a strong learning ability. Wouldn't it be a pity for such a smart kid to drop out of school? And now he has no patients at home to take care of. , if you can devote yourself to studying, you will definitely learn better. Little girl, can you bear that he will have no future?" The male teacher used his expertise and began to annoy Hua Shichu.
Hua Shichu was so nagging that his ears felt like buzzing flies, so she quickly interrupted him: "Stop! I will figure out whether to persuade him to go back to study, but if you bother me like this again, then I will Tell him not to go back."
When she said this, the male teacher immediately shut up, sighed, and left knowingly, but before leaving, he told Hua Shichu again and again to persuade Song Zhiyao to go back to study.
Hua Shichu helped Song Zhiyao apply medicine to the wounds on his face and neck, then took off his shirt and applied medicine to his back. Hua Shichu remembered those gangsters beating him in the back with iron rods. His back must have been badly injured, thanks to the fact that he had endured it without saying a word for so long.
Song Zhiyao was startled by Hua Shichu's actions. He quickly grabbed his clothes and said, "I will take the medicine myself for the injuries on my body."
"Oh? Then how do you apply medicine to the wound on your back? Let me see if you try?" Hua Shichu said with a half-smile.
Song Zhiyao was so embarrassed that his eyes wandered, and his hand gripping the hem of his clothes loosened.
