Yang Xuesong sat behind the counter of the bookstore to catch up with the papers.

Although he had already graduated, he still had friends who were in college, and because his friends were too busy, he helped write his thesis so that his friends would not be able to graduate. After graduation, they can continue their careers.

Although they are not in the same major, they have the same knowledge and do not need much innovation, he writes very smoothly, typing on the keyboard. It was Sunday evening, and no one came in to disturb him.

Oh, someone's coming.

The bookstore's sensor system rang and a perfunctory voice sounded: "Welcome."

Yang Xuesong raised his eyelids, originally not planning to entertain them, but heard the more standard Chinese: "Cedar?" He

finally raised his head from the computer and looked at the man under the lamp in front of the door. Seeing Anthony, who was half an acquaintance, he raised his eyebrows: "Did you go to learn Chinese?" "

No, I just learned your name." The pronunciation of Chinese is too strange, and the tongue is knotted.

Yang Xuesong smiled and looked behind him: "Is this your child?"

Anthony turned around and pulled Nolan, who was a little socially phobic, to his side: "No, this is my student, Schmidt."

Yang Xuesong: "Do you need me to help you find books?"

"You don't need to, I'll take him around, you can be busy."

Anthony has been here a few times, and although Yang Xuesong has a strange habit of changing the order of the bookshelves from time to time, he still has a good idea of the furnishings inside. He walked his students through the shelves one by one, deliberately staying in front of the shelves of dangerous chemicals for a little longer.

Sure enough, Nolan's eyes were drawn to several books made with improvised explosives.

"Nolan, you choose a favorite book yourself, I bought it for you as a gift... Nolan Schmidt, are you listening to me?" the

boy snapped back to his senses, and after a few words, he hurriedly followed.

Anthony watched his reaction with satisfaction, and felt that the way he looked at himself was a little strange. Although

Anthony doesn't like to be dependent on a child like this, it's easier to affect him, isn't it?

-

Clark slipped into the bathroom, couldn't contain the smile on his face, and took out his phone to text his good brother.

Tonight was a perfect time, there were no accidents in the Met, and the only small brawl was stopped by the patrol police in time, and Superman didn't need to make an appearance.

Clark also played well, carefully bringing out some superhuman qualities, talking to Louise about many things, and even sharing cute deeds from the farm. It was clear that Louise enjoyed chatting with him.

The restaurant was selected from more than a dozen restaurants that he and Anthony searched online together. Obviously, it lived up to their expectations, and although it was a little more expensive, it was really delicious and comfortable for dating.

Clark felt that Louise seemed to have a crush on him as well, and he was eager to tell Anthony the good news immediately. But he waited a minute and didn't wait for Anthony to reply, and went out. He's going to go to the cinema with Louise.

He walked down the street with the goddess with joy, trying to find a new topic. But Louise spoke first: "Clark, how are you and your neighbor?"

Clark almost thought that Louise had found out that Anthony was his love advisor, and was a little nervous: "Ah, oh, he, Anthony is very good, we sometimes go out for walks together or something, I mean, I would like to have a cat or a puppy with him..."

Clark looked at her teasing smile, a little dazed. What exactly does Louise mean?

-

Yang Xuesong wrote a line in his notebook. Although he is accustomed to using computers, he still chooses to record some important things on paper in traditional Chinese characters for the sake of safety.

Anthony Pate walked a hair from the counter. -

Nolan returns home with a new, unopened book. My parents haven't come home yet. He had confessed to his teacher that his parents and his uncle's family had gone camping.

At that time, the teacher didn't say anything, just patted his hand.

Nolan doesn't really like physical contact, but he likes Anthony's hands. Anthony's hands are not the "wide and warm" hands of adult men in the novel, but they are hypothermic and somewhat rough, probably caused by long-term experimentation and writing and typing. But that's what reassures him.

Maybe he wore a filter. Maybe he's just like those girls who are madly pursuing Justin Bieber, and he adores Pate, no, Mr. Anthony. Today the teacher allowed him to call him Anthony.

But Nolan doesn't feel like he's wrong. He wished that Mr. Anthony was his father.

Teenagers were rebellious and opposed to patriarchy, but Nolan still looked up to his approved father like a three-year-old.

Nolan carefully used a nail clipper to cut open the plastic cover and open the book. Perhaps influenced by Anthony, he chose Osamu Dazai's book anyway.

"Girls Apprentice".

Perhaps, he really wanted to take a copy of the chemistry guide, but he was afraid to see the teacher's suspicious eyes, so he didn't go back to the bookshelf at all.

Nolan walked into his room, sat down on the steps of the bunk bed, put the book on his lap, and opened it almost reverently.

Under the gaze of Philippe Schmidt on the opposite wall, the teenager began to read.

The author who deceived the crowd. Irresponsible husband. A female reader who was brutally bullied, a housewife who carried a heavy burden.

There is so much unhappiness in the world, and there is no hope for change.

Nolan closed the book and placed it next to his pillow along with Disqualification. He stood on the ground and could easily see the top bunk. It was now empty, revealing the wooden pattern on the bed board.

The upper bunk was supposed to be his place, but because Philip was too small, he had to sleep in the lower bunk. It's not that the Mitt family doesn't have a room where he can sleep alone, but his parents don't want to take care of Philip, so they let Nolan share a room with him. It wasn't until Philip's death that he moved back to his own bunk.

Does Nolan hate Philip?

Although Philip is only five years old and has no subjective malice towards his brother, no one can stand to be constantly woken up by a child in the middle of the night to accompany him to the toilet. If Philip wets the bed, the blame is his.

And because Philip doesn't understand anything, he will follow his parents and say that Nolan is a fool and not good at talking. Nolan knew that Philip didn't understand the true meaning of the words, but he was just angry about it.

Before Philip could articulate himself, he secretly spanked his ass and even pinched him. By the time Philip would sue, he wouldn't even have a chance to vent his anger.

Now Philip is dead, also a victim of his parents.

Originally, people had a strange attitude towards the dead, and subconsciously thought that it was not good to say too badly when people died. Moreover, when a person dies, he stops making mistakes, and his merits ferment in the meeting, and he appears to be more and more deified.

Most importantly, Philip and Nolan are united. He is no longer an accomplice of the ignorant Schmidts, but a weakling like Nolan.

"Perhaps, I'll help you avenge it by the way.

Nolan muttered to himself to the picture on the wall.

He didn't have his own computer, but his father's room had a desktop. That's usually not for him, unless the school really asks for it.

Nolan usually goes to the school library to borrow a computer, but that's not suitable for searching for sensitive things.

He walked to the other end of the hallway, grabbed the doorknob and pushed it, and unsurprisingly, the door was locked. He had already prepared to climb into the attic, climbed out of the small attic window, and climbed down the pipe.

Nolan isn't good at sports, but he seems to be confident about climbing walls since the last time he sneaked up on the wall and slipped out with his teacher (yes, automatically ignoring Kent and Custer).

The skinny boy managed to climb down the pipe to the windowsill, took out the wire and pried open the latch in the window, and jumped in.

The computer had a password, but Nolan had already found it through the Filip census. Mr. Schmidt estimated that it was difficult to guess that Philip, who always sued Nolan, would actually help Nolan remember the boot code. How does he understand that children always don't hold grudges, and a piece of candy is bought.

Nolan quickly found what he needed, grabbed a random piece of A4 paper from under his desk and began copying it.

More than once, the strong-blooded teenager thought about poisoning or something, and the simplest thing was to put sleeping pills and then mix acidic and alkaline toilet cleaners in a closed bathroom, and he could send everyone in his family to hell.

However, he has been staying at home lately and has been listening to a lot of news. The people in Gotham next door always liked explosions, which made him think deeply: does explosions have any special meaning?

Now, he thinks, explosions are indeed very ritualistic.

There is a ceremonial explosion, and the requirements for the location and the participants are very high.

Place... What is the most ceremonial place? Today's bookstore, that day's café? No, it's the school's laboratory. But it's hard to bring your parents over ... Settle for the next best thing, at the café.

Participants... Parents are sure, and themselves, for the reunion of a family of four, let's bring a photo of Philip.

The most ceremonial people... Anthony Pate.

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