Zhong Ping was locked in his room when he was completely awake and could move his hands and feet freely.
It's not quite accurate to say it was his own room, because he shared a room with his younger brother when he was a child.
This room was 99% similar to the layout when he left, allowing him to instantly recall every detail that happened in this room when he lived with Qi. This also meant that after he left,
Qi didn't live here anymore.
Qi's certificates were posted all over the wall. He was a good student and a year group honoree. The only traces of himself were probably "Zhongjia Qi bastard" carved on the leg of the table as a child... He went to the desk to check.
It turned out that those words were really still engraved there, and no one found it to smooth out those scratches. In addition to that sentence, there were also some strange words such as "We must win next time" and "6 o'clock in the morning."
Zhong Ping couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior when he was a child. When he saw the name Zhong Jiaqi, he couldn't help but remember that he not only abandoned this family, but also removed the middle character representing seniority in his name... Zhong Ping, Zhong Jiaping, read
Which one sounds catchy, but he prefers the Zhong Ping who represents the ordinary, after all, he has no gang connections!
The bed is still the wooden bunk bed from long ago, and the surface of the wood still has a smooth luster, indicating that this room has been cleaned. The curtains are lighter in color than in memory, probably due to too much washing.
At that time, because of his willfulness, he changed the curtains to long ones like those in the master bedroom, with a lot of Doraemon painted on them.
In the middle of the face-to-face desk are the homework books from the textbooks they used when they were in school together, a pen holder that he refused to share, and a crude handheld console with a cyan screen that could only play Tetris and small tanks at that time.
He pulled out his chair and sat in front of the table with a nostalgic attitude, and the memories of his childhood that he had almost forgotten flooded into his mind.
It seems that the younger brother is still sitting across from him, clutching his handheld device belonging to Zhong Ping like a devil, telling him that as long as he surpasses his brother in this exam, the younger brother will let him play the handheld device.
No matter at school or at home, Qi would stare at him all day long and not let him make friends with his classmates or talk to the maid casually. Qi had been aggressive since he was a child, but he couldn't control him. He was obviously his older brother...
But he couldn't show off his brother's airs no matter what.
She even told him fiercely that he must not grow taller than him, otherwise he would tell his mother that Zhong Ping would give all the dishes he didn’t like to his brother to eat at school. But before they broke up, the two of them had always been average.
He is taller, and no one is one centimeter longer than anyone else.
It didn’t seem to be a very good memory. Zhong Ping lay on the table dejectedly. He silently suspected that his mother sent him away not because of some underworld organization, but because he was too bullied, and she was afraid that he would die before inheriting the underworld.
Bullied to death...
Then why do you want to bring him back now!? He needs courage but not courage, and he needs strength but not body! Do you want him to come back and stew it?! Even if he stews it, he would think it is too oily!
Just when he was dejected, the housekeeper, Uncle Lei, opened the door and walked in. With a smile on his face, he said: "Good news, your brother is finally back today. You can meet in the afternoon..."
Zhong Ping continued to be dejected. He was bullied so badly when he was a child. When he grows up, he may have to chop off his hands and feet. But now that he has been captured, what can he do! He struggled a little while chopping off his hands and feet.
Interesting?......
Uncle Lei sighed and said: "You two should stop arguing. You were arguing when you were young and you are still arguing now? It's too inappropriate..."
Zhong Ping was caught, so he could only cry sadly and continue to show off his strength: "I'm not the one causing the trouble at all... Can't you just let me go! Even if I'm the one making the trouble, you'll be happy and quiet..."
Uncle Lei continued to sigh: "Master, look, your son Xiaoping said he is not making trouble now... ugh..."
Zhong Ping was surprised when he heard this: "Why are you talking like this, as if my dad is dead...My dad is dead?! No? What about my mom?...Wait, you have to make it clear..."
Uncle Lei raised his hand to stop Zhong Ping's random thoughts: "I believe the master is still alive."
But these words make people think even more wildly! Zhong Ping quickly asked: "What happened to them?" Then he continued to mutter, "Speaking of which, if nothing happens, why don't I be the boss and give you something like my last words...
...Oh my brain..."
Uncle Lei nodded: "Before the master and his wife disappeared, the master indeed told me those three things. So you must not disappoint his expectations and stay at home to help Xiao Qi."
So where is the entry point? Zhong Ping felt like he was digging his own grave. He organized his words and continued to reply sincerely: "I really can't do anything... So if you keep me, you are leaving a waste, okay... So...
Let me go back, I'm sure..."
Speaking of this, Zhong Ping suddenly thought that if he was allowed to go back, he would definitely go back to the kindergarten. When he thought about going back to the kindergarten, he would think of something like a weapons arsenal buried in the kindergarten... He could really pretend that nothing happened there.
Are you taking the children to play with the weapons?
So he temporarily changed the topic and asked mindlessly: "First of all, take away the weapons in our kindergarten... How many weapons arsenals do we have? No, no, I don't care about this. Just take away the one in the kindergarten...
"
Uncle Lei paused for a moment and then asked something strange: "Then you have to remember, we have two libraries in this province, one is the kindergarten where you are, and the other is the Municipal Third Hospital. Of course there are also hospitals in other provinces, v. The society is very huge.
Organization, you must also remember this. Back then, the master, your father, united his four closest friends at the time..."
"Don't tell me! Don't tell me! I still have to teach! How can you listen to this..." Zhong Ping covered his ears weakly, shouting and running around in the room.
Uncle Lei held Zhong Ping's shoulders seriously: "You are a descendant of the Zhong family! How can you not listen! After all, this is your housework, but don't worry, I will help you..."
Zhong Ping had the same urge to roll around on the floor like a child who didn't buy a toy. He no longer had any language in his mind, so he just acted like a child: "I don't care! I don't care about anything! Put your weapons in the arsenal."
Leave! I have to teach children! I don’t want to be with Qi! I..."
Uncle Lei sighed deeply, and interrupted Zhong Ping's childish tantrum. He took a few steps back and said, "I'll let Xiao Qi tell you when he comes back. As expected, family matters have to be handled by the family."
Before Zhong Ping could protest, Uncle Lei locked Zhong Ping again in the house where he lived from childhood to middle school.