"Hmm … it sounds like it's true. I'm starting to believe it." Bai Qing thought about it and found that Zhang Heng's reasoning did make sense, and it was hard to refute it.
"Just listen to it," Zhang Heng said.
"If that's the case, Mr. He is so pitiful."
"Life … always has its own difficulties." Zhang Heng twirled the gel pen in his hand.
"This sounds old-fashioned, but you are right," Bai Qing sighed and rested her chin on the desk. "My father and my mother have been giving me a headache recently."
"Headache … What do you mean?" Zhang Heng's expression changed, and he pinched the spinning gel pen with his index and middle fingers.
"I've told you before, right? It's rare that my dad doesn't have many social engagements and comes home early. But last night, the two of them quarreled for a long time, and they didn't let me listen. Then at night, when I went to the bathroom, I saw my mom sitting alone in the living room, crying. Uh, she was sitting there, surrounded by darkness."
"Did you comfort her?"
"No, I escaped to my room," Bai Qing said.
"Ha." Zhang Heng snorted softly.
"Ever since I could remember, the two of them were always quarreling, mostly over trivial matters. I guess that's probably how they got along with each other. When my mother was young, there were a lot of people chasing after her, and she attended countless balls every day. But in the end, she probably wanted a stable life, so she married my father. But after she married him, she always felt that it was a waste. At that time, my father was just a small staff member who only focused on technical skills. He was a serious person, and he didn't have much of an emotional appeal.
"So my mother always told me that if it weren't for me, they would have divorced. When I grew older, they finally stopped quarreling. At that time, my father changed a lot. He began to learn how to socialize and socialize. Later, he quit his job and started his own company. When his business was on the right track, he rarely came home. So my mother began to suspect that he had a mistress … So, is this what marriage is like?"
"Well, some people's marriages are like this."
"That marriage is too frightening."
"You don't have to think about this kind of thing yet. A friend told me not to worry about things that haven't happened yet," Zhang Heng said.
"Aren't you guys curious about who you'll marry in the future?"
"It's useless to think about it now … You'll know when the time comes," Zhang Heng said.
"Eh ~ ~"
As they spoke, the bell rang. The teacher pushed open the door and walked into the classroom.
Bai Qing also straightened up from her seat. "Ah, did I say too much? I haven't even told my best friend about these things."
"You'll feel better if you tell me. And like I said, you can tell me if your father does anything unusual in the future," Zhang Heng said.
"So that you can continue to study the emotional motivation of the crime? Forget it. Although my parents quarrel, it's not to the extent of killing each other. " She then took out a biology textbook from her bag and opened it in front of her.
…
Zhang Heng could barely remember how he spent his time in high school. Whether it was the sycamore trees outside the window or the sound of people playing basketball in the playground, they were all unfamiliar to him.
Bai Qing, who was sitting beside him and listening attentively to the class, also had a vague memory.
Before the alien incident, although the two had a good relationship, they were just classmates. Bai Qing did not meet him at Wanda Plaza, nor did they eat at KFC together. Zhang Heng also did not hear Bai Qing talk about her family's situation.
After going to college, like other high school classmates, the two gradually stopped contacting each other. Everyone made new friends and formed a new circle, and many of them never saw each other again. Zhang Heng only remembered that the girl seemed to have been admitted to Fudan University.
Zhang Heng spent another day daydreaming. At the end of the last class, almost everyone in the class had left. Bai Qing's gel pen was still scribbling on the paper, and after a while, she finished another paper and handed it to Zhang Heng. Once she got into a state of study, she was like an efficient homework machine.
"Okay, this is the last one."
"Thank you." Zhang Heng took the homework and put it in his backpack. After thinking about it, he felt a little guilty. He had been copying Bai Qing's homework, and he even ate KFC for free. He took out his phone and looked at it. "Are you free on Friday night?"
"Huh?"
"I'll take you somewhere after school."
"Oh." Bai Qing nodded when she heard that. She did not know why she agreed to Zhang Heng's request so easily. Her mother had always taught her to keep a certain distance from boys and protect herself, especially not to go out alone with a boy at night. Perhaps it was because Zhang Heng had always given her a sense of reliability, and he had "saved" her once before, it was difficult for Bai Qing to put up her guard around him. Hence, she subconsciously agreed to his suggestion.
"Oh, by the way, you can bring your friend with you. I will also bring a friend." After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he realized that Bai Qing might be worried about going alone, so he added.
"Okay." Bai Qing carried her schoolbag and bit her lower lip. "Then … see you tomorrow." “
"Well, see you tomorrow."
After school, most students either went home to do their homework or hang out together. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, had to switch to work non-stop.
When he didn't find anything on the riverbank, he realized that there might be a problem with his direction. Perhaps he shouldn't focus on the three children anymore. Instead, he should try to focus on what they discovered or found. What made those creatures so eager to kill them? Maybe he could find some answers from their past lives.
Zhang Heng found the school of one of the victims in a news article that commemorated the victims. He tore a piece of paper from his exercise book and wrote down the name of the school. The primary school should have finished its classes by now. Fortunately, the name of the head teacher was still in the article. So, Zhang Heng took a taxi to the primary school.
At this time, most of the students had already left the school, but the elementary school was still unlocked. Zhang Heng lifted his foot and walked inside, but he was stopped by the guard before he could take two steps. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I booked the badminton court at 7: 00 pm. My friend has already gone in," Zhang Heng said with a straight face.
Many primary and junior high schools had indoor gymnasiums. In order to generate income, the indoor gymnasiums would be open to the public during non-school hours. Zhang Heng had already looked it up when he was in the car, and he had already prepared an excuse.
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