In the drizzle, Alan saw the boy crouching down and said to him, "Well, are you hungry? Let's go have a meal, shall we?"

Su Xiaoqi still regards this qiē as the main line of a novel and story, and she doesn't realize that she has intervened in the real world in front of her.

There was a misty drizzle in the air, and the boy looked at the gloomy gray sky above the alley, not knowing where he was going or where he was going. That place is not his home, never go back, never!

He was licking his pain when he heard a small footstep as a girl with black hair and eyes in a purple dress approached. She looks like the kind of little girl who lives in a glass house and is loved by her parents. The girl stopped, kept looking at him, and did not take her eyes off.

Alan had received a lot of staring, but it was the first time he had been stared at like this by a child who was no older than himself.

"Genius!" he had long been accustomed to such a title, accustomed to the ignorance of the girls mixed with a hint of affection, and when he wrote on the blackboard the answers to complex math problems that no one had solved, the audience burst into applause.

The little boy who solved the math problem on the blackboard was beaten to the ground by the tall boys as he passed by the playground. To them he was an anomaly, not of the same kind, and there was always something in this man that made them feel that the boy was different from them.

This happened not only at school, but also at home, and the boy's blonde appearance and temperament were out of place in the neighborhood, as if he should have grown up in a splendid palace rather than begging for a living in the slums, and his adoptive father hated the child's difference, and often beat him for no reason when drunk.

The boy has a keen insight into people's hearts, and later he realizes the problems that this difference brings, deliberately dyes his blonde hair, hides his eyes, skips school, and hangs out with a gangster boy on the street who likes to fight. He used to be an excellent and eye-catching, with all A+ grades when he entered the school, and he received full scholarships from two schools, and now, when he leaves school, his transcripts are all F......

Anyway, he wasn't going to go back to that town.

He sensed that his background was a mystery, but he didn't have the strength to find out about it at the moment.

As he lay in the corner and thought with his eyes closed, he heard a small sound of footsteps approaching. A little girl appeared in front of him, she looked at him in confusion, seemed to hesitate for a long time, made up her mind, and then came to his side. She crouched down and asked, "Well, are you hungry?"

"Shall we go have a meal?" she said.

He looked at her a little playfully, and then asked curiously, "Are you rich?"

Her expression was stunned for a moment, and it suddenly dawned on her, "This ...... It doesn't seem to be. ”

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, don't you know the world?

However, the girl quickly broke his perception, and as if she had taken the initiative to take responsibility, she worked with him in a fast-food restaurant, and she also got a job in a boarding house.

It seems that she is still hiding her wisdom, the boy looked up and thought, but sometimes his mind seemed to wander away from this world. She said that he was her brother when she met people, and it seemed that she wanted to take herself under her wing-

However, he didn't mind taking advantage of her innocence.

Alan rarely spoke to anyone, but the exchange with Su Xiaoqi broke the previous silence, he knew that Su Xiaoqi's English name was Alice, and he also knew that she had given himself a Chinese name Su Xiaoqi.

He wanted to leave this town and go to the mussel fishing boat at sea, but when he saw Su Xiaoqi accompanying him, he didn't know why he didn't move, so he still stayed in this town-

["Trick"-05]——:

Through the window of the ship, you can't see the other side. Surrounded by the vast sea, it seems that the ethereal and vast singing voice belongs only to the singing voice of the mythical creature Siren, singing loudly through the layers of mist, and the wave that unites the sea and the sky is full of charming traps.

The boy stood in the fierce sea breeze, his dark hair flying. He had a book on his chest, flipping through it gently.

"It's really unlucky to go to sea in this kind of weather!" said a middle-aged man's voice. "Left-handed?" said the guests passing by on the deck paused for a moment, because of the boy's left-handed posture that was contrary to ordinary people.

"No! it doesn't matter to me left or right. "The boy's left hand is as flexible as his right hand.

The wind and waves were stronger, and the boy put down the book in his hand, got up in silence and walked to the deck. The man just now was also on the deck, and his act of covering his forehead tightly represented the physique of the VIP VIP on the ship.

The boy was too young and had a strange appearance from most of the crew and the man had no trouble recognizing the child, "It's windy—" he shook his head at the boy, "Go back!" he turned and walked back into the cabin.

The boy, whose white athletic coat was twisted and messy by the storm, stood on the deck and began to work, crouching down to pick up the sea mussels in the net, when suddenly a young crew member stepped forward and slapped the boy in the face.

"Dumb man who can't speak!"

"Hahaho......" Several crew members on the side laughed uncontrollably, and their bodies looked crazy with the frequency of trembling. The arrogant and raging rain hit the center of the boy's eyes, and there was a blank spot in front of him.

Instinctively, he stepped back, his unbalanced arm slammed into the railing by a sudden violent shake of the ship. "Click!" the loose screws snapped off, and the hull swung toward an extreme tilt.

The boy felt the railing behind him suddenly disappear, and the waves wrapped their arms around the young body, swallowing him into the raging waters.

"Someone has fallen into the sea—— grab —— be careful!

The bitter sea water poured ferociously into his stomach, and he struggled instinctively, and the boy's upper body was swallowed in the next moment by the sea that swept past. The arm that had lost its focus slammed into the railing next to the boat on the side of the next wave.

His vision was cut off by the rain and he finally grabbed it, the rope...... When the boy was lying on the deck, a tall red-haired young man squeezed into the middle and leaned over and asked, "Alan, why did you fall?

"Locke......" his eyes began to blur as his lower lip fluttered.

The boy woke up in a jolt in the cabin, dark clouds outside the window were gathering, and the rain was pouring down densely with thunder.

I don't know anything about the future, he thought......

Teenagers like to look forward to the future, don't they? But I don't, I don't.

I said to God, "Leave it to you, and if you want me to die, I will die, and if I live, I will live." I personally don't have any opinions!

My best friend, Locke, looked into my soul with a sharp gaze, and asked coldly: "Alan, do you want to taste all the pains of life......

The boy looked up and glanced at the girl on the bed, it was an accident that he met the child.

Su Xiaoqi leaned her head on the pillow, and she began to carefully recall the storyline in "Strange", which is a story that integrates gangsters, police and bandits, business groups, and scientists of the previous generation, with a little bit of reasoning elements, in fact, when she wrote this novel, her thinking was not so rigorous and complete.

But the world has become apparently a system of its own, and even some authors have completed it perfectly, even where they did not conceive of the whole.

In this unknown, real world like the past, in the vast crowd like the sea, everyone's life story is so complete.

It's just that all the scenes in the story will flash in her mind.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Su Xiaoqi touched her heartstrings when she first met him - it was the darkest and confused and painful period of the protagonist's life.