I Was Once a Legend

"Are you going to take leave home?" In the classroom, the girl in the blue and white school uniform asked Cui Zuojing.

"Well, it's time for leave. My mother asked me to go back and give me a birthday." Cui Zuojing recorded the assignments written by the representatives of various subjects on the blackboard on the small book, and sorted out the books and test papers to be done. At this time, just after the first class in the afternoon, the students left the classroom together, or went to the cafeteria, or went to the street in front of the school to solve dinner.

The key high schools in the northern provinces of education are always so busy. They leave class at six o'clock, leaving them with only 40 minutes for dinner. The English listening is broadcast on time at 6:40. After listening, it is three evening self-study, It is not until 9:30 in the evening.

Cui Zuojing has already asked the teacher for leave. For the good students with excellent grades, any teacher will always give more tolerance and preference.

"Do I still need to bring you breakfast tomorrow morning?" Chen Murphy stood up and was going to have dinner. She was a very thin girl. Her large school uniform was empty. Her long black hair was so thick that her skin was so pale that she was even unhealthy. Her lips The blood was very pale, and the slender wrists exposed at the cuffs seemed to break when touched.

She is also the teacher's favorite student. When choosing seats based on grades, the top two naturally occupy the two best positions in the class and become the same table.

Unlike Cui Zuojing, she lived on campus and just passed the canteen every day from the dormitory to the class. It was convenient to buy food. So after a few months passed, the two were familiar with each other, and she helped Cui Zuojing to buy food.

"Bring it, it's still the same." Cui Zuojing pulled the schoolbag out and accidentally brought out an envelope from the hole.

Chen Mofei was surprised, and said with a smile: "Someone else sends you a letter?"

Cui Zuojing looked over and over again, hurriedly put the envelope into the schoolbag, stood up to give Chen Murphy a place to let her go out, and threw the schoolbag on his shoulder, saying, "Who knows, I will go first."

The girl patted his arm and said in a happy tone: "Happy birthday!"

Cui Zuojing extended his hand with a smile: "It's not enough to say happy birthday, what about my gift?"

"You are thinking about fart eating." Chen Murphy gave him a white eye and went to the cafeteria to eat.

On the way downstairs, I said goodbye to my classmates who came back to buy food. Cui Zuojing was caught among the many students entering and leaving the school. His home was not far from the school. It only took 15 minutes to walk the path.

This time it was the same. He walked back to the alleyway as usual for countless days, except that he was alone with a group of students in the same community. Today, he is the only one.

The street lamp in the alley illuminates the road with due diligence. The dark corners seem to be dormant with unimaginable dangers. The sound of footsteps echoes, is reflected by the wall, and the sound of traffic in the distance merges into the ears. A black cat flew quickly from the front It took only two seconds to appear and disappear.

Cui Zuojing felt inexplicably chilly, as if someone was staring at him in the shadows, the sharp knife reflected the gleaming light, calling for the desire to drink blood.

He stepped up and walked through the alley that had been walked countless times.

On the main road, it made people feel more at ease. There were many people who came out for a walk after dinner. Cui Zuojing relaxed and found that there was a cold sweat on his back.

What are you nervous about? Now the society ruled by law is very safe. He shrugged his shoulders and walked toward the house.

The key turns to open the door lock, Cui Zuojing pushes the door open, leans his head against the wall and changes his shoes with one hand, the sentence that repeats every day naturally says: "I'm back."

"It's ready soon, let's wait for a while." Cui Zuojing responded with a mum's voice and the squeal of cooking in the kitchen, and put the school bag on the bed in his bedroom. Thinking of the envelope that didn't know why it appeared in the hole in his table, he sat at the edge of the bed and opened the bag, tore it, and an invitation letter fell out.

Dear Mr. Cui Zuojing:

Please hold this invitation letter to go to ████ on May 16, I will be waiting for you here.

Invited by: ██

Both the place name and the name of the inviter are blacked out, and May 16th is today.

"What the hell." Cui Zuojing thought of the mischief, mumbled the invitation letter back into the envelope, threw it into the drawer and ignored it, and walked out of the bedroom.

The sister who was in elementary school was doing homework in the study, and when he heard him go to the living room, he immediately jumped off the stool.

Several dishes have been served on the table, and the cake box tied with red ribbons is placed in the middle. On the balcony, my dad lies on the window and smokes, and the smog smoke drifts outside with the evening breeze.

"Don't smoke!" Cui Zuojing shouted, "Strangle all the smokers!"

"Stinky kid." Dad scolded with a smile, and put out the cigarette butts on the wall outside the window, closing the window with a smell of smoke.

This is an uncommon night and Cui Zuojing's sixteenth birthday.

The child always couldn't hide her thoughts. The younger sister wanted to move the cake box to see what it looked like. Cui Zuojing turned on the TV, untied the red ribbon, opened the box, and fulfilled her wish.

News of the serial murderer’s escape from prison was broadcast on TV, and after seeing the photos on the wanted order, Cui Zuojing breathed and suffocated his cold sweat. The fear was like a torrential flood that drowned the world and drowned him mercilessly.

He didn't know why he was so afraid, obviously... this has nothing to do with him?

Dad snorted and said, "How can anyone escape from prison? It's too scary, Azuo, I'll pick you up in the next few days and I'll pick you up, don't go back."

Cui Zuo Jingqiang calmed his mind, um, picked up the remote control to change channels.

The children’s channel played the sister’s favorite cartoon, and the topic was taken over. Cui Zuojing was relieved silently. He looked at the cake on the table and his mood slowly relaxed again.

He is only sixteen years old, and there are still many good times in the future, and murderers or something... It is impossible that he happened to be met by him?

And four hours ago, a thousand kilometers away.

The young Dong Zheng took the Cayenne's co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and drove his father, while his stepmother, Su Daijun, sat in the back row with Dong Zheng's carry-on luggage in the backpack beside him.

They had just participated in the family activities organized by Dong Linhai School and now headed to Hongqiao Airport. 16-year-old Dong Zheng will take a two-hour flight to study in the United States.

Dong Zheng put on headphones and opened the glove box to find something to drink, but he saw an envelope.

"What is this?" He picked up the envelope and asked Dong Yi.

Dong Yi, who was driving, glanced and said, "I don't know, look?"

Dong Zheng opened the envelope and an invitation-style hard paper fell out, but only a few numbers were written on it.

Dear Sir:

Invite people:

The young Dong Zheng frowned, threw the thing back and threw it into the glove box.

"What is it?" Dong Yi asked.

Dong Zheng took a soda bottle: "A piece of paper without writing anything."

"In the past two days, my dad and I really couldn't find time to accompany you. One person needs to be more careful. If you need anything, go to your uncle Wu." Su Daijun inspected the inner pocket of Dong Zheng's packaging money and took all the change. The coins and coins were sorted into different categories, and said, "I brought you two thousand dollars, which should be enough for a while. We will go to see you there in the past."

"Okay." Dong Zheng promised, his face is not mature and stable at this age, "rest assured, I am no longer a child."

Eight-year-old Dong Linhai didn't go to see him, because the three people in the car knew that Xiao Linhai couldn't bear his closest brother and would absolutely cry at the airport.

Dong Linhai, who was taken home by the babysitter, went upstairs and went back to his bedroom. He sat at the table and pulled out a pencil case from his schoolbag. The tattered textbooks and workbooks rolled up in the lower right corner were ready to write homework.

A piece of hard paper was clipped in his textbook. Xiao Linhai twisted his brow and tried to recognize the words above: "Dear Mr. Kongkong Colon, why ask someone to colon?"

He did not know what it was, folded the cardboard in half from the middle, and folded a plane.

"Hangzhi, the 15-bed patient will have a liver transplant tomorrow. Come and listen to the pre-operative meeting." Internship tutor and deputy chief physician of thoracic surgery shouted the young graduate student in the office at the door.

"Hey, here!" Lin Hangzhi immediately put down his pen and followed.

"We want to transplant one-fifth of the father's left liver, and the current indicators of both of them are very good." The deputy chief physician explained that as the chief surgeon of this transplant operation, he will be responsible for the main operation of this operation. The patient was born Later jaundice persisted and became more severe. Later, he was diagnosed with liver failure. In order to save the child, his father chose to transplant part of his liver to his son.

Lin Hangzhi remembered every sentence of his tutor seriously. A graduate student was not qualified to go to the operating table, but the preoperative meeting was already an important lecture for him.

The pre-operative meeting lasted for two hours. Lin Hangzhi was sitting in the corner of the long table. The book was densely packed, and there were still rounds. He returned to the office to get the rounds, but he found that there were more envelopes on the table.

He didn't write a word on the envelope. He asked a circle and didn't know who it was for. After hesitating, he had to open it himself.

A mess...an invitation?

Lin Hangzhi threw it into the trash bin.

Xia Qiongyun was so troubled that she finally got rid of the paparazzi like dog skin plaster, and finally arrived at the booked hotel.

As the daughter of Heavenly King, there are always unruly paparazzi who want to spy on some of her private life. If you catch the breaking news, you can make a headline report the next day.

Xia Qiongyun took off his coat and threw it at the foot of the bed, lying on the bed exhausted, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and sighed for a long time.

The envelope appeared silently out of nowhere in the door of her room.

No one took this strange invitation to heart.

Cui Zuojing spent his sixteenth birthday at home. At night he finished his homework, turned off the lamp and lay on the bed, looking at the half-round moon outside the window, and suddenly felt a kind of unreality.

It's like...he shouldn't have experienced this.

......It's really idle, what do you not experience these experiences, to be an Iron Man to save the world? He doesn't have that much money either.

Cui Zuojing rolled over and closed his eyes to sleep.

Cui Zuojing belongs to an absolutely difficult household to get up. When he hurried up the stairs and stepped into the classroom, the bell of early self-study rang at six thirty, he took his breath out and took out the English book. It's on the table.

The head teacher hadn't come yet, the head teacher downstairs was catching up late, the students all took out the textbooks, but no one endorsed it for a while, everyone was whispering and discussing.

"Have you heard? Someone was killed last night." The boy at the back table gave him the same table.

"Ah? Really?"

Cui Zuojing was also attracted by the **** news. He and Chen Murphy turned their heads together, so the four people gathered together to form a table.

"Really, it's a tramp. It was near my house. It was only found early this morning. The police came a lot. Didn't a murderer escape from prison yesterday? He must have done it."

"Ah? That's too terrifying. You have to pay attention to safety this time. How could there be prisoners escape?"

"Who knows."

"..."

The head teacher came seriously late, "Be quiet."

The class quickly calmed down.

"Speaking of a very important thing, we received a notice that a serial murderer had escaped from prison. He killed a homeless man on Kunshan Road last night. Recently, everyone has to pick up and drop off when going to school. , Everyone must pay attention..."

Cui Zuojing listened quietly, and that kind of unrealism struck again.

The rising sun, the dense green leaves of the treetops, the chirping birds, a row of textbooks piled up on the table, these morning reading Chinese and English tasks on the blackboard...all this is clearly his Face every day.

He frowned, but soon the feeling disappeared.