Zheng Jiujiu and Gu Yingqi became friends.
This was about the same probability as Han Dong, who bought a lottery ticket every afternoon after work, finally winning ten yuan.Therefore, Gu Yingqi couldn't quite tell whether Han Dong was just unlucky or he was just incredibly lucky.
In any case, he ultimately attributed it all to—having used up all his bad luck before the age of twenty, leaving only good fortune.
When he would unconsciously whistle on his bike ride home from work every day, and when he would suddenly burst into silly laughter while eating in the company cafeteria, Han Dong felt he was somewhat dangerous.
Although Gu Yingqi was already working and Zheng Jiujiu was a university student, both long past the age of youthful naiveté, it seemed Gu Yingqi had forgotten that in the profound Chinese language, besides "youthful naiveté," there was another idiom: "overestimating one's abilities."
Otherwise, how could he have so readily agreed when Zheng Jiujiu invited him to her solo piano recital at the university under the guise of friendship?
"Fine, go ahead, but why get into a fight in the small auditorium?
And of course, why pick on a PE student?
Even if that PE student's demand for a bear hug after jumping onto the stage to give Zheng Jiujiu flowers was excessive, and even if Gu Yingqi, sitting in the front row, could clearly see Zheng Jiujiu's disgust and her pushing the boy, didn't he, a "street thug" since childhood, know how to consider the difference in strength?
So, when he rushed forward and shoved the PE student away, he was indeed knocked out.
In the dimly lit auditorium filled with cheers and whistles, the spotlight shone directly on Gu Yingqi, who was struggling to defend himself. Although Zheng Jiujiu kept shouting "Stop fighting!", that despicable guy still kicked Yingqi in the butt twice in front of hundreds of people to humiliate him."
As the PE student walked off the stage, he shamelessly raised his arm, begging for applause like a victorious gladiator in a movie.
This enraged Gu Yingqi. He struggled to his feet from under the spotlight, roared, and charged at the PE student, pulling him off the stage with him.
The stage was actually less than a meter high.
But the boy he pulled off the stage had his left leg strike the sharp corner of one of the spotlights. Blood gushed out instantly. By the time people calmed down and called the police and emergency services, it was too late. The boy, curled up and groaning on the ground, could no longer get up.
When Zheng Jiujiu arrived and saw the long trail of blood covering Yingqi's face, she burst into tears.
As Gu Yingqi and the PE student were taken away by the doctor, he said his only words, his last, to the tearful Zheng Jiujiu: "Don't tell my grandma. Just say your dad sent me on a business trip."
No further words were needed; Grandpa Zheng would take care of Grandma.
The flashing lights of the ambulance illuminated Zheng Jiujiu's face. She repeatedly apologized to Gu Yingqi, saying that if she hadn't invited him, none of this would have happened.
However, Gu Yingqi, lying on his back on the stretcher, only smiled.
Actually, when the doctor shoved him into the ambulance, he reached out his hand, but unfortunately, he didn't touch Zheng Jiujiu's fingertips.
He struggled to lift his head and saw through the rear window that Zheng Jiujiu was chasing after the ambulance, stopping under a banyan tree at an intersection, stomping her foot angrily, squatting down, and crying. The closed car door separated the two of them into two different worlds.
That day, what saddened Gu Yingqi the most was that Zheng Jiujiu played so many beautiful pieces at the concert, but he couldn't name a single one of them.
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