Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

"But Chu Zhang does not want to forget, because, in this world, he is the only one who still remembers that man. If he also forgot, that man would look like he never existed at all.

　　The man said that if he died one day, there was only one thing in the world that could prove his existence, and that was Chu Zhang, who had half of his blood.

　　Chu Zhang stood in front of the window in a daze.

　　The rain crackled on the window and the playground was white.

　　The afternoon was still clear and sunny, but as the bell rang, watching leaden clouds pushing through from the southeast, the sky darkened in a matter of minutes. Followed by a thunderstorm, thousands of tons of water fell towards the earth, as if the reservoir in the sky had opened its floodgates.

　　The soccer field was rutted and the turf was torn to pieces. Originally, private cars were not allowed to enter the campus, but with such treacherous weather, parents were worried about their children being drenched, and a few people forced the iron gates open and all the cars poured in in a flurry. Half an hour ago, the playground was bustling like a fair, with cars parked all over the place, emergency lights flashing in dazzling yellow, and everyone honking their horns and shouting their children's names. In the pouring rain, students couldn't find their cars and were wandering around like flies.

　　Now that everyone was picked up, the school building and playground were empty, and the sky-blue flag of "Shilan Middle School" was shaking sharply in the storm.

　　It was like the end of the song.

　　He was the only one left in the classroom, the lights were white, and it was as dark as the night outside. This is the kind of day you should go home early.

　　He took out his cell phone and dialed the number, put it on speakerphone, put it on the table, and watched it in silence.

　　The phone beeped a few times and then picked up, "Zhang, it's raining there too, right? We'll have a cup of coffee and wait for the rain to subside before we leave, so you can get a car and hurry home, or call your father to send a car to pick you up. Good boy, mommy gives me a crisp "boop" sound that came from the receiver, and then the phone hung up.

　　Chu Zhang put away the phone, from the beginning to the end he did not say a word. He was not prepared to say anything, he dialed the phone just to tell his mother that he was fine, let her not worry, the play continue to play.

　　The so-called adults are sometimes very stupid. When the child reached out to comfort her, she thought you were asking for food.

　　There is no car outside to call, so heavy rain, taxi drivers do not want to do business, are and early to drive home. Jiu Guang commercial building over there is no car, the school side is the same, but mom can not think. Grandmother said mother said is a "hairy girl", no heart. Chu Zhang also does not want to call "Dad", "Dad" is a very busy person, will and to remember to send a car to pick up the stepson such ton trivial matters on a rainy day. But as long as you call to remind, "Dad" will send a driver to come. "Dad" is good quality, responsible, educated man, who loves his beautiful mother, who is a dancer, and is also good to him, often saying, "Zhang, if you need anything, just say it, I am your father, I will do my duty to you. "

　　A rich "father" doing his duty to him, sounds very good.

　　But Chu Zhang felt that he did not need it.

　　The door of the classroom was open, and the cold wind was filled with rain, so cold that it stung the bones. Chu Zhang wrapped his hoodie tightly, copied his hands in his pockets, and continued to dwell.

　　"Chu Zhang? Let's go together, the rain will not stop, the weather forecast said it is a typhoon, the weather bureau issued a warning! The girl probes in and says. She had long, crisp hair, with a silver Hello Kitty hairpin pinned to the tip, her delicate face slightly flushed, her eyes downcast and not daring to look directly at him.

　　"Do you recognize me? My name is Liu Miao Miao ......" the girl did not get an answer, her voice is getting smaller and smaller, mosquitoes buzzing.

　　In fact, Chu Zihang knew Miao Miao Liu. Liu Miao Miao is one level younger than him, very famous in Shilan Middle School, the second year passed the piano grade 10, every year the gala has her solo, Chu Zhang flight very few boys secretly for Liu Miao Miao fight, Chu Zhang want not to know her also can not help.

　　"I'm doing duty today, I'll leave later." Chu Zhang nodded his head in greeting.

　　"Oh ...... then I'll go first." Liu Miao Miao said in a thin voice and shrunk her head back.

　　Across the window, Chu Zhang saw the driver of Liu Miao Miao's house open a huge black umbrella over Liu Miao Miao's head, Liu Miao Miao took off the strappy sandals on her feet, and the driver squatted down to help her change into rain boots. Liu Miao Miao hid under the umbrella and cautiously walked towards the black BMW with the "angel eyes" headlights in the rain.

　　"Hey, hey! Liu Miao Miao Liu Miao Miao! You can give me a ride!" A junior boy shouted at Liu Miao Miao from the eaves.

　　"Lu Mingfei, you can go by yourself! My house is not in the same direction as yours!" Liu Miao Miao didn't even turn her head back.

　　Chu Zhang's home and Liu Miao Miao's home are not in the same direction either.

　　The lower-grade boy crouched under the eaves, watching the BMW glide silently into the rain, tail lights flashing, engine roaring in high pitch, and off he went. He stood up, his neck crooked, his head drooping, and walked slowly away along the eaves. Chu Zhang looked at his back and suddenly thought maybe he could give him a ride. But the boy a shrunken head, wrapped his head with his coat, like a dog leaping into the rain. Run fast, before Chu Zhang had time to shout at him, he had already snapped away.

　　Branch-shaped lightning flashed out in the clouds, and a boom burst in the ears. The rain got even heavier. Miao Miao Liu was right, this was no ordinary rain, it was a typhoon. Chu Zhang suddenly wanted someone to pick him up, otherwise, he would have had to run in the cold rain snapping like that lower-grade kid. He fished out his phone and typed in a text message, "It's raining hard, can you come to pick me up?" He read it once, made sure the tone was correct and sent it.

　　He spent the next few dozen seconds counting his heartbeat, dong ...... dong ...... dong ......

　　"Okay, okay, no problem! Wait at school, I'll be there in a minute!" Text message reply, that person's tone is always so fastidious.

　　The actual text messages were deleted by Chu Zhang, and it was not good for "dad" to see. He picked up the bucket at his feet and threw the whole bucket of water on the blackboard. The water is flowing down, he copied the board eraser and wipe it up hard.

　　The third time to rub, outside came a low horn sound. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

　　That is a pure black sedan, the front of the triangular box, two "M" overlap for the mountain shape. A Maybach 62.