My Lucky First Love Chapter 8

Only then did Alex suddenly realize that he had actually grabbed Ben's hand.

He quickly let go and said angrily: "fcuk! I can't use my sweaty hands? What's wrong with you? "

Luke murmured "hmm" in a noncommittal tone: "I haven't finished my cigarette yet, stay away from me." After saying that, he gently closed the small door of the bathroom again.

Alex yelled "fcuk!" outside: "Psycho."

He rubbed the sweat from his palms, and an inexplicable thought suddenly came to his mind - Ben's hands were so slippery.

He couldn't remember what it felt like the last time he held hands with someone. In fact, he had forgotten what his last girlfriend looked like. He only remembered that her eyes were big, but not as big as Ben's, and her hands didn't seem as tender as his, nor as white as Ben's...

Alex muttered to himself, he hated the smell of cigarettes, and returned to his bed. He lowered his head and smelled himself, and sure enough, there was a faint smell of cigarettes. Alex couldn't stand it, so he changed into pajamas and climbed into bed.

Luke had no addiction to smoking. He was satisfied after smoking one cigarette. After rinsing his mouth, he took off his watch, washed his hands, and went to bed.

Alex stayed in bed, so Luke didn't wait for him and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

He went to the classroom very early in the morning, but he was not the first one to arrive. The hard-working students in the class came as soon as the lock of the teaching building was opened at 6 o'clock. Luke had to read early, and the time of being late was counted from the beginning of the morning reading. If he didn't catch up with the morning reading, he would be considered late.

And Alex is late every day.

Today, Alex was no exception. He appeared from the back door with sleepy eyes when the first class was almost over.

He was not wearing a school uniform, but a black jacket, with his hands in his pockets. The physics teacher, known as Nun Miejue, saw him like this and said sarcastically, "Alex, why are you in the classroom when the get out of class is not over yet?"

"Pfft..." A classmate laughed out loud.

Alex stood at the back and glanced at Luke. He found that Luke didn't even look at him, so he looked towards the podium and said confidently, "I went to the school clinic. The clinic doesn't open until after 8 o'clock. I've been waiting there."

"Don't you want to go after class?"

"I can't wait."

Nun Miejue stared at him sternly: "Go out and come back after class."

Alex said "Oh" and put his hands in his trouser pockets nonchalantly: "Then I'll go get something."

He walked to his seat, took out a small transparent plastic bag that he had crumpled into a ball from his pocket, and threw it on Luke's desk.

He was also hungry, so he took a bottle of yogurt from the table and then paused.

Like looking for something.

Alex didn't seem to find what he wanted. He lowered his head and glanced at Luke, and found that he was pretending to be serious again today - Ben was playing with his mobile phone.

Alex flipped through the breakfast on the table again and searched carefully.

Nun Miejue saw that he hadn't left yet, and her eyebrows were already raised in anger: "Alex, you haven't found it yet?"

"Are you going to disrupt everyone's class?"

"Right away." Alex didn't even raise his head. He was sure that Luke didn't buy him buns today, so his face was extremely sour. Before he walked out of the classroom, he stretched out his leg and kicked his chair, making quite a noise. The students who were listening to the class attentively in front of him were startled. They turned around and looked at the big man who was usually quite kind.

Alex was filled with depression and walked out with a cold face.

When Nun Miejue heard the noise he made, she was about to scold him, but Alex walked too fast, and her curse just got stuck in her throat when Alex ran away.

Little ba5tard.

Luke didn't react at all. He held the pen in his hand and finally reached out to open the small bag that Alex had placed on his desk.

There was a tube of burn ointment, a box of Band-Aids, and a bottle of disinfectant spray inside.

Nun Miejue originally wanted Alex to stand outside as punishment.

As a result, after Alex went out, there was no one there, so he ran to the basketball court.

But this was only the first class in the morning, and who would skip class to play basketball except Alex? He was dribbling the ball back and forth on the basketball court, shooting three-pointers and slam dunks, and was sweating all over. He seemed to be tireless and was sweating profusely.

There were only ten minutes left before the get out of class was over. No one would come to the playground at this time, and no class had a physical education class as the second period. So in this entire huge playground, Alex was the only one sweating.

The playground is a bit far from the high school teaching building. To get there, you have to pass through two teaching buildings, bypass the gymnasium and a green belt of the school. It takes at least five or six minutes.

Luke had to rush to his next class, so he walked quickly. He walked to the path behind the gymnasium - where he could see the direction of the basketball court and there were dense shades of trees.

He stood there for a minute and then left.

Alex seemed to be preparing to take a break. He stopped dunking and the basketball bounced gently on the ground, drawing a beautiful arc. He looked in the direction of the school bell ringing in the teaching building, only to see a figure in school uniform walking away quickly behind the dense shade of the trees.

Alex felt that the back figure looked familiar, but he didn't care.

After Luke returned to the classroom, she didn't see Alex the whole day that Friday.

Students like him who come from other places usually stay in school to study on weekends. Some go to cram schools outside, and some go out to play on weekends.

Their No. 6 Middle School originally had one day of make-up classes on Saturdays, but later someone reported it and the school no longer provided make-up classes for students.

Some students were happy, but some felt cheated, especially parents, who complained: "Tutoring classes are so expensive now, starting at 300 yuan for a two-hour class. I don't know what the person who reported it was thinking! How much money did the school save us parents?"

Luke thought it was good to have no classes, so he went out early in the morning, checked the bus routes in the city, took the subway and then the bus to a care center for the disabled called Sunflower.

He had learned about this nursing home on the Internet before. There were a large number of disabled people living there, ranging from children of a few years old to elderly people in their sixties. There were about forty or fifty people living in the entire home. Some of them had their thighs amputated due to a railway accident in their early years and were sent here by their families. Some of them were mentally retarded since birth. Unlike ordinary people, they were abandoned by their families and sent to the nursing home.

These are a group of people abandoned by society.

Luke had called in advance and met the dean as soon as she arrived. She found out that the volunteer who called was such a young student, and a hint of disappointment appeared on the dean's face involuntarily.

"Student Ding, are you still studying?"

"Well, I don't have classes on the weekend, so I can come and help." Luke was carrying a large handbag. He looked around. The whole home did not look big. It was actually a shop in the community with a door facing outside and another door facing inside.

Luke entered the residential complex first and then rang the doorbell to come in, because when he called, the other party specifically told him: "We have locked the door outside, so you can't get out."

Hearing Luke's words, the dean forced a smile and said, "Thank you, I thank you on behalf of the children. You are such a good kid. By the way, classmate Ding, did you bring your ID and student ID? Please register first."

He followed the dean into the office, and the dean saw his student ID and said, "You are a student of No. 6 Middle School."

"yes."

"You must have very good grades, then," the dean said with a smile, "You are obviously a good student."

Luke said, "Director, do you have any information about the patients in the home? I want to know more about them."

"Yes." The dean pulled up the information on the computer, "You can look at it here. These materials cannot be passed on to others."

The so-called information refers to each patient's name, photo and doctor's diagnosis certificate.

Luke looked slowly while listening to the dean.

"Sunflower Home has been established for a long time, in 1995, and has moved three times and changed its name twice."

"Thanks to the support of some caring people in society and the government, we have been able to survive until now."

The dean spoke for a while, then looked at Luke with a gentle gaze and said, "Student Ding, there are not many children as loving as you now."

Luke had a trace of loneliness on her face, then smiled and said: "My family members are the same as them, so I really want to do something."

"Poor child," said the dean.

"But I don't have much money, so I can't do much for the home." He bent down and took out some stationery from the bag he brought with him. "I heard there are a lot of children here, so I brought some things they can use."

The dean was very happy to see these beautiful and exquisite stationery that were rarely seen on the market. He stood up and thanked him: "You are still a student, but you are so thoughtful..."

Luke said it should be.

His mother was a deaf-mute and had a congenital defect, but she had a stunningly beautiful face. Not long after she got together with Ding Zhaowen, she gave birth to Luke.

The union of a deaf-mute and a healthy person still has a certain chance of giving birth to a deaf-mute child. When Luke was born, she did not cry or shout. Ding Zhaowen ignored the child and went to see his wife first.

His wife was deaf and dumb and could not hear the child's crying. She was very anxious and used sign language to ask Ding Zhaowen how the child was.

The nurse pinched the child's but.t and Luke started crying.

Ding Zhaowen comforted his wife and said: "He cried and made a sound."

For some unknown reason, Ding Zhaowen was not very kind to the child. He was not harsh on him in life, but emotionally... he was not a good father.

When Luke was young, he would wonder if his father didn't like him because he had no flaws. This gradually became a kind of paranoia for him. He would get stuck in a dead end. Not long after he learned to smoke, he burned his hand for the first time.

The pain secretly relieved his stress. He looked at the rotten flesh with pleasure. He felt that he had a physical defect, and psychologically he would get a certain satisfaction and comfort in a perverse way.

But he controls himself very well and won't let anyone find out, nor will he do anything more excessive or terrible.

Luke worked as a volunteer in a home for the disabled for a day and took the subway back to school in the evening.

There was almost no one on campus on Saturday. Luke was hungry, so he sat opposite the school and ate a bowl of beef noodles.

The price of beef noodles outside the school is not much different from that in the school cafeteria, but the taste is better.

After he finished his noodles, he dragged his tired body towards school.

When he entered the school gate, he received a call from Ding Zhaowen.

Luke was walking in the quiet campus at night. Ding Zhaowen said on the phone: "The express has been sent to you. It will arrive tomorrow. I sent you a cotton quilt, a sweater and a down jacket. See if you need anything else. Daddy should send it to you."

Luke said it was not necessary.

Just like so many previous calls, the phone was hung up after only ten seconds.

After he returned to the dormitory, he wrote a math test paper on the live broadcast. Coincidentally, someone asked him to advertise and the other party quoted a price.

Luke hesitated for a moment and left his contact information.

On Monday morning, Alex came to class. He first glanced at the desks but didn't see Baozi.

He pulled the table open with a "swish" sound, making a loud noise, and his handsome face looked extremely smelly.

Luke supported her forehead with one hand, revealing the quartz watch on her hand.

Alex got furious when he saw this, and he suppressed his anger and slammed his desk: "Where are the medicines I bought for you?!"

Luke turned his head and glanced at him. Alex frowned, his face full of displeasure.

"I'm asking you!" Alex stared at his cheek and really wanted to pinch it hard, saying, "Ben, why are you so heartless? Am I too good to you?"

Luke still didn't say anything. He opened his watch with his right hand, revealing a band-aid that was tightly attached to his skin.

Alex's expression improved a little, but when he thought about Luke not buying him buns again and acting as if nothing had happened, he was still unhappy. He snorted and turned his head away without looking at him.