Introduction: A seventeen-year-old teenager whose mother died early, whose father often disappeared, and suffered from depression, and a perennial family scolding, classmate bullying, and words were unfavorable

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A seventeen-year-old teenager whose mother died early, whose father often disappeared, and who suffered from depression, had an unexpected encounter with a small stutterer who accompanied his family for many years to scold, bully and speak unfavorably. In daily life, they gradually become each other's only friends, and then wiped out a spark of love, but the confusing life, doomed to not let them continue to maintain a plain life, with the past surfaced, the feelings of the two male protagonists are quietly changing... Mysterious life, life without a place to live, two insecure teenagers. With the disappearance and murder of the two fathers, what kind of future will there be for Yan Hang and the kind Chu yi who do not say goodbye? When they meet again many years later, where will the two go? ...

Wonderful trial reading: "This is the room where I live now, and the visual measurement is no more than eight square meters." Yan Hang sat in a swivel chair holding his mobile phone, his toes clicked on the ground, and the chair spun around in place.

-Better than the original, it is a bit messy, so many days have not been cleaned up

Someone on the screen said.

"Hibernation hasn't woken up yet," Yan Hang yawned, "too lazy to move." ”

- Will you still see that kid today?

Someone asked again.

"That kid... I don't know," Yan Hang looked at the living room, "go to the window and wait." ”

- Hope not to be bullied again today, heartache

Yan Hang didn't say a word, got up and slowly slipped to the living room window and stood.

This is his 17 years of life, following his father for an unknown number of moves, and living in an unknown number of houses.

This time it was the first floor, facing a small street, very clean, stronger than the house behind the previous market, at least there was no strange smell.

Except the time after school is a bit noisy.

The neighborhood is very large, and there are many children of all sizes who pass through this road after school.

Yan Hang pushed open the window and sat down on the windowsill.

It was still a little cold, and the wind that blew in was cool, and it was as if I had a mint candy.

This window sill he likes, there is no anti-theft net, the cabinet with radiator is connected to the window sill, which can be regarded as a pseudo bay window, and it is very comfortable to lean on the sun in the afternoon.

The kid you want to see hasn't passed yet.

But it should be almost over, he will pass by a little later than other students every day, I don't know if it is to stagger the time to go home with his classmates, or to be stopped at school.

Yan Hang put his mobile phone on the windowsill and rushed outside, did not look at the screen, and did not make a sound again.

After only two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a school bag back and forth in their hands.

Yan Hang picked up his mobile phone and pointed it at the other side: "Come, let's see what kind of performance these dead branches and leaves of the motherland will perform today." ”

Behind these few students who threw their school bags, followed by a slightly shorter person, there were several brushes on the screen - today seems to be safe?

"There is no peace."

He was pushed over.

The window sill here can see the outside of the street about a hundred meters range, before this to the school section of the road is not clear what the situation is, but this hundred meters is the last section of these small miscellaneous pieces before they go home, generally here is like a high | tide before the good play is going to end.

The protagonist staggered two steps and glanced back.

Maybe it was just an unconscious action, but it was indeed the first action in the past few days that he could be called a "resistance" side by side.

Then a few boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.

Yan Hang sighed.

The heavy followed by another boy, who kicked him in the leg.

According to this trend, it is estimated that one person and one foot are walking.

Several stall owners selling snacks next to them couldn't see it, and two people shouted a few times.

But to no avail, a few boys viciously pushed back.

After watching for so many days, Yan Hang almost understood that this child would not resist, I don't know if it was an illusion, he even acted very calm, as if he had isolated himself from another world, could not hear, could not see, and did not feel.

But for the little miscellaneous people, this reaction is the most annoying, with Yan Hang's experience, they will not stop until he has a reaction.

Just as he walked and kicked to the opposite side, a boy took a glass of water from his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.

A very thick cup actually broke in response.

"It's a bit over today." Yan Hang said a word, his foot lightly pedaled, and jumped off the window sill.

-Is Brother Tian going to take a shot?

-Pay attention to safety, or don't call the police

There were several brushes on the screen, and Yan Hang put his hand in his pocket and touched it, only a mask, not even a key.

"I don't know," he said, "I can't look at it anymore, it's too sad." ”

After crossing the street, Yan Hang saw the protagonist's face for the first time in several days.

Not an illusion, the expression on his face was calm.

Very calm.

It was so calm that people felt extremely uncomfortable, and it was impossible to say whether it was sadness or anything else, after all, Yan Hang only had a primary school diploma and could not find the right adjective.

Half of the broken cup did not land on the ground, and when the rope on the water cup was hooked to the boy's finger, he raised his hand and prepared to throw half of the cup into the protagonist's face again, Yan Hang whistled.

Quite loud, in addition to running in a daze, Yan Hang's best hand is probably the whistle.

Dad likes to whistle, in order to find a partner for himself, Yan Hang has not yet been in elementary school was trained to be able to follow him in a duet, the two sit on the side of the road every day to play to the little girl who passes by.

The whistle drew the attention of several little miscellaneous people and turned to look at him.

Yan Hang walked over without speaking, put his mobile phone on the pile of unused bricks under the roadside tree, facing the live broadcast scene, and then took out a mask and put it on, he had never shown his face for such a long time, and he had to keep the tradition.

The screen was very lively, but he didn't have time to look, and several small miscellaneous pieces had already turned around, and two of them had already walked towards him.

"Sick?" A boy asked a question and stared at him.

"From today on," Yan Hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me." ”