After lunch, Ai Liang returned to the classroom for a lunch break. Looking back at the classroom during the lunch break, there were obviously many more empty seats.
It seems that there are many parents who are willing to spend money on their children. A good high school is the beginning of a higher education. Those who have the conditions will not let their children lose at the starting line.
Ma Yu and Fang Xiaoxiao took advantage of lunch time to pack up and go home.
Ai Liang lowered his head and checked his desk. Unlike other people's desks that were piled with textbooks and reference books, his desk had no textbooks either on the top or inside the desk, only test papers that the teacher occasionally assigned.
Textbooks and other things have been brought home in batches long ago, and the books on the desk are just a few random books bought from Xu Zhihai, which are used for daily self-study.
Ai Liang grabbed the book and the test papers that he had talked about and went to the trash can in the corridor and threw them all in.
The books he picked up had no meaning after reading them. He couldn't keep these rags as collections, right? As for the test papers, they were even more meaningless. They would just throw them away after talking about them.
While Ai Liang was dealing with the items on the desk, Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue were also packing things.
Fortunately for Yue Qihua, she and Ai Liang had almost nothing to bring, so they just stuffed the comics and power bank into their schoolbags and were done.
Yang Xingyue was a little miserable. She not only had textbooks and test papers issued by the school, but also a lot of tutoring books recommended to her by Ai Liang. In the end, she borrowed Yue Qihua's schoolbag to move all these things. The two big bags added up to less
Said it weighed twenty or thirty pounds.
"Ai Liang, come here to help me. Who asked you to buy so many reference books for Xingyue? It's made me suffer now." Yue Qihua was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder and she didn't look like she was suffering at all.
However, Ai Liang still stepped forward, took the schoolbag, carried it on his shoulders, and walked side by side with Yang Xingyue.
"Thanks."
Yang Xingyue looked at Ai Liang with a sweet smile: "Um, are Ai Liang free this afternoon? I would like to ask you to give me some questions."
Yang Xingyue was extremely shy every time she invited Ai Liang.
"My dad is very busy recently, so no one in the family has to worry." Yang Xingyue added, thinking that Ai Liang had refused her dad's treat two days ago to avoid embarrassment.
Ai Liang was already in his thirties in his two lifetimes. This was strange to hear. He looked at Yang Xingyue with strange eyes. When did this shy little white rabbit become so bold?
The person involved was still waiting expectantly for Ai Liang's answer.
Considering the differences between men and women, he didn't want to get too involved with Director Yang's daughter, so he refused: "Sorry, I have something to do in the afternoon."
Yang Xingyue was not disappointed and continued to ask: "What about tomorrow? My dad has been away from home for a while. There are so many tutoring books. It is very tiring to carry a bag weighing more than ten kilograms to the bookstore and library."
Is this girl possessed by a ghost?
Ai Liang turned his attention to Yue Qihua: 'What's wrong with her?'
As if she understood Ai Liang's meaning, Yue Qihua sighed and said, "Xingyue, before you speak, think through your head and think about what you just said."
Yang Xingyue looked confused. Didn't she just ask Ai Liang to tutor her as usual?
After being silent for a long time, Yang Xingyue's face suddenly turned red, and she felt like she could fry an egg even if she put it in it.
"I, I, Ai Liang, that's not what I meant."
After trying to understand what she had just said, Yang Xingyue suddenly turned into mosquito-repellent eyes, hurriedly explaining, and all the words coming out of her mouth were vague words that she could not understand at all.
Yue Qihua looked at Yang Xingyue's incoherent expression and had to explain for her: "Uncle Yang is on a business trip, so Xingyue is living in my house now. She wants to invite you to come to my house to give her tutoring. That's probably what she means."
Yang Xingyue nodded crazily at the side: "Huahua's parents are not at home and there is only a nanny who is responsible for cleaning. It hurts. What are you doing!"
"I told you not to speak in such a misleading way!" Yue Qihua retracted her knife.
Ai Liang didn't say anything. It was not convenient for him to talk at this time. He just slowed down his steps and silently followed the two of them.
Although the two of them are wearing school uniforms, their beautiful appearance cannot be covered by a piece of clothing. The rustic school uniforms are also worn by them to give them a fashion show temperament. They are very eye-catching along the way and people turn their heads frequently. Who is not beautiful and young?
Like it.
Ai Liang, on the other hand, wore a peaked hat with the brim lowered to cover his appearance and followed behind them in a low-key manner, keeping a distance of two to three meters and refusing to walk side by side with them.
The two of them have long been used to this, and they both know that Ai Liang doesn't want to attract attention.
At the bus stop, Ai Liang put his schoolbag on the bench: "I have something else to do next, so I can only send it here."
Urgent matter? After thinking about it, the only thing I could think of was a summons from the police.
Thinking of this, Yang Xingyue asked worriedly: "Is it still a matter with the police?"
Having been in the same class for three years, Ai Liang has never been so busy as in the past few days. She has to run around almost every day. She has become accustomed to Ai Liang being by her side when studying. Now that he leaves for a while from time to time, Yang Xingyue feels a little better in her heart.
lonely.
In the past, Yang Xingyue's father was also like this. At first he could still find time to spend time with his daughter, but later he became busier and busier with work and came home less and less often, so much so that he could only foster her in Yue Qihua's home.
She is about to graduate. This kind of relationship makes Yang Xingyue very uneasy. Will Ai Liang be like her father and the relationship between the two will gradually drift away?
Ai Liang used her mobile phone to call Didi nearby, and while waiting for Didi, she replied: "No, the police have finished the work. As long as there are no accidents, they don't need me as a witness."
"Then what are you going to do this afternoon?"
Yang Xingyue wanted to know about Ai Liang's afternoon schedule.
"Attend Gao Jiajia's funeral."
Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue looked at each other, this topic was not easy to answer.
"Can we go together? After all, we are half acquaintances." Yang Xingyue was silent for a while and suggested that we go together.
Although they are not friends, they can still talk to each other because of Fang Xiaoxiao.
"Gao Jiajia's father only invited me. It would be rude to come uninvited."
"It's just you and Gao Jiajia's father?" Yue Qihua's expression was a little serious, "I remember that he wanted to do something to you last Friday. Will he blame you for Gao Jiajia's death? After all."
Although these words are cold and ruthless, they are very reasonable.
Yue Qihua, who had seen the scene where Gao Fuye went crazy, didn't mind using the greatest malice to speculate on the real estate boss's intentions.
"I'm just attending a funeral." Ai Liang shook his head without explaining.
Gao Fuye's crazy appearance on Friday is indeed misleading, but it was just an impulsive act of being unable to accept the loss of his daughter.
I can't say that he is a good person, but he is definitely a good father. Ai Liang had already confirmed this when he went to his house.
"Oh, don't carry your schoolbag when attending the funeral. I'll hold the schoolbag for you. Anyway, it won't take much time for two people to mourn. After it's over, you can come directly to my house to tutor Xingyue's homework. First, ask if there is anything shameful in the bag.
Bar?"
Yue Qihua took off Ai Liang's schoolbag.
"I'd better carry it myself."
Just at this time, a taxi also came over. Yue Qihua pushed Ai Liang away without giving him a chance to defend himself: "That's it, remember to come and pick up your schoolbag in the afternoon."
Ai Liang looked at Yue Qihua who was holding her schoolbag and was helpless, so she could only agree to her.
Looking at the taxi going away, Yang Xingyue was a little confused: "Huahua, there is no need to force Ai Liang to come over."
Yue Qihua stared at Yang Xingyue for a long time before saying slowly: "Who do you think I am doing this for? Ai Liang doesn't like to talk to others. If you are shy anymore, there will be no chance for both of you in this life."
"You're not thinking that there are still three years left in high school, are you? In the new environment, are you sure that no one will attack Ai Liang first? Others are not as thin-skinned as you."
Yang Xingyue lowered her head and was speechless by Yue Qihua. She knew all these things but she didn't want to think about them.
"Not to mention anything else, your current grades are no problem for you to enter the experimental middle school, but the key classes are still a bit reluctant. If you don't let Ai Liang give you a good make-up lesson in the last month, you will perform abnormally. We are not in the same class, and there will be someone chasing Ai in the class.
You can't even stop Ryo."
Yue Qihua's expression was serious and serious. These were the facts before her and she did not want to see Yang Xingyue continue to be naive.
Yang Xingyue murmured in a low voice: "Ai Liang still has you Huahua by his side."
Hearing Yang Xingyue's muttering, Yue Qihua was so frightened that she almost lost her balance. She pretended to be calm and said: "Are you going after Ai Liang or am I going after Ai Liang? You can deal with your love rival on your own!"
After saying that, she hit Yang Xingyue on the head with a knife.
"Got it."
After Yue Qihua lectured her, Yang Xingyue drooped her head and looked depressed.
Ai Liang, who was riding in a taxi, had no idea about the conversation between the two little girls. He had now arrived at the entrance of the funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city. The driver did not want to stay in such a place for a long time for fear of getting bad luck. He waited for Ai Liang to get off the car and left quickly.
Already.
Ai Liang quickly arrived at the condolence hall under the leadership of the staff. When he entered the building, he was immediately greeted by a cold air. The air-conditioning system here was colder than household air conditioners. The condolence hall is very large, and even the sound of slight footsteps would be heard.
The echo in the hall made people's hair stand on end. Gao Fuye was sitting alone on a chair at this time.
Just as Ai Liang was about to walk over, the staff suddenly stopped him: "That man hasn't eaten for a day. If you are a relative of the deceased, you'd better persuade him first."
The staff didn't say anything big, maybe because they had seen it too much, and their expressions didn't change much. They just asked Ai Liang to persuade Gao Fuye to go to dinner.
Ai Liang did not make any guarantee, but simply replied: "I understand."
Gao Fuye's love for Gao Jiajia moved him, but that was all. After the condolence was over, there was no relationship between the two.
Helping him catch the murderer was regarded as a return gift for Ai Liang to feel the warmth of family. Whether Gao Fuye would marry and have a child next or take revenge for Gao Jiajia, Wang Zi's family had nothing to do with Ai Liang.
Ai Liang walked up to Gao Fuye and shouted: "Uncle Gao."
"You're here."
Gao Fuye calmly raised his head and looked at Ai Liang. He saw Ai Liang when he just entered the door, but he was in no mood to go over and greet him.
"Um."
"Thank you for coming here. After you finish mourning, Jiajia will be cremated."
"I see."
Ai Liang stopped talking nonsense and came to the portrait, bowed, and stood silently for a while.
In addition to flowers, there was a dead recording pen placed in front of the portrait. Ai Liang knew very well what was recorded in it. Gao Fuye had already guessed what he wanted to use it for when he requested it.
After a few minutes of silence, Ai Liang walked towards the door of the condolence hall without looking back and planned to leave. At this time, Gao Fuye's voice came from behind: "Please wait a moment."
Ai Liang turned around and looked at Gao Fuye without speaking, as if asking, 'Is there anything else?'
Gao Fuye handed over a bank card, and a note on the back said a series of numbers that should be the password.
Looking at Ai Liang's confused eyes, Gao Fuye explained: "I said before that I will give one million to whoever can find the murderer."
"People are caught by the police, you should donate money to them."
Ai Liang was unmoved and had no intention of accepting the card.
"I've already expressed it over there. This is a little thank you for Jiajia and a little apology on Friday morning."
Gao Fuye forcefully stuffed the card into Ai Liang's pocket, with no reason to refuse except that the amount was large.
When Ai Liang was thinking about how to reply to Gao Fuye, the sound of slightly heavy footsteps came from the door of the hall.
The person who came this time was unexpected, it was Wang Zi's father Wang Qiang.
The moment Gao Fuye saw Wang Qiang, his expression changed. He ran up to Wang Qiang in three steps and then raised his hand and punched him in the head.
When he reacted, Gao Fuye had already pushed Wang Qiang to the ground and was riding on top of him. He punched him in the head with his fists and punched his temples, clearly intending to kill Wang Qiang.
Gao Fuye, who had not eaten for a day, became extremely strong under the stimulation of anger. It was Ai Liang who came over to hold him up and rescued Wang Qiang.
He originally didn't want to take care of it, but there were cameras in the condolence hall, so it was inconvenient to just stand by and watch.
"You still have the nerve to come see me!" Gao Fuye collapsed to the ground panting. The explosion just now exhausted his little physical strength. Despite this, he still glared at Wang Qiang fiercely.
Wang Qiang did not resist from beginning to end. He covered his head and got up from the ground and said, "If I can get you to sign a letter of understanding, then you can beat me to death."
Gao Fuye sneered: "Haha, I won't sign even if I die!"
Wang Qiang plopped down and knelt down in front of Gao Fuye and cried bitterly: "I know my son made a mistake, but he is also my only son! You should be able to understand my feelings. If you are angry with me, even if you want to beat me to death today,
Never fight back!"
Gao Fuye roared: "He is your only son, so Jiajia is not my only daughter?!"
Seeing that he was so weak, Wang Qiang also raised his head and glared at Gao Fuye: "Boss Gao, I just want to save my son's sentence by two years. If you don't agree to such a simple request, don't blame me for being a loser!"
Gao Fuye gritted his teeth and said word by word: "A fish is dead and a net is broken, a fish is dead and a net is broken! My only daughter is gone and I still care about other things?! Want to get a two-year sentence less? I'll just find someone to kill that little beast!"
"
Gao Fuye's tone sounded like a life-threatening evil spirit who wanted to peel off Wang Zi's skin and convulse him and devour him alive.
"Gao Fuye! If you really dare to do this, I will never end it with you! Don't forget three years ago."
In desperation, Wang Qiang lost his mind and almost revealed the trump card he used against Gao Fuye. Fortunately, he reacted halfway through and there was a bystander.
"Haha, it's not over? Of course it's not over! Don't forget who owns the land in your supermarket. Do you want to report me? Please do so. Don't forget, you are not innocent either!"
After saying that, Gao Fuye returned to his chair. The staff who came after hearing the news learned what happened from Ai Liang and left with Wang Qiang.