Wait for Dawn

Qu Baicheng liked many things, except studying. He had hired all kinds of tutors at home, but his grades were still poor. In his senior year of high school, his family kicked him out of Liangxin No. 1 Middle School, a small fourth-tier town thousands of miles away from the imperial capital. His family told him harshly that there were no idiots in the Qu family who couldn't get a bachelor's degree. If they couldn't get a bachelor's degree, they shouldn't come back. Of course, Qu Baicheng ignored it and just changed places. It didn't matter. What he liked would not turn into learning. On the first day of school, his trendy clothes were out of place among the yellow and white school uniforms. The old teacher on the podium was mumbling sleepy physics spells, but was interrupted by a crisp "report". Not only was the teacher not angry, he even said with a smile, "Nianqiu, are you back? Go back and sit down." He was curious about who had such an honor. He raised his eyes and looked over. At first glance, he felt that this man was really handsome, not like he came from such a small place. He just looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he looked like. He was straight and clear, and he looked like a good student in the eyes of the teacher, who was obedient and well-disciplined. He walked slowly and steadily step by step until he sat down next to him. Occasionally I saw him reading the two "Divine Comedy" and "The Bible" during recess, and I thought to myself that this person is really pretending. Later, I discovered that he was not at all as serious and well-behaved as he appeared. He had so many secrets about him. He smoked, got tattoos, and fought. Qu Baicheng thought Gu Nianqiu was really interesting, and it would be good to spend his senior year at Liangxin No. 1 Middle School. Gu Nianqiu's life was trapped in the summer when he was six years old. His birth was not blessed, and he was even an evil breed that should not have been born. He was a speck of mud in the quagmire. He didn't want to live, but he occasionally thought about whether that woman had successfully escaped from the mountains when he was six years old, and whether she had returned to her home at No. 12 Lixin Garden, the second suburb of the imperial capital. Purpose: Don't despair, salvation will come