When he was a freshman in high school, he was in a school with me, my school was a junior high school, when he came to our school, the girls in our class were about to boil, he wore black that day, exactly the same as when I first met him, he cut his hair a little shorter, and came over without taking anything, the boys around him were either holding books or carrying big school bags, he was the only one, holding a basketball to the class report, I remember he came to our class to find me, caused an uproar, he told me that he was coming to my house for dinner tonight, I said okay。

He was wearing a luxury watch for his age, and in the afternoon I went to their high school to wait for him, and I met a girl talking to him, and he stood there with a cold face, and tilted his face to the side, and I saw an unlit cigarette pinned to his ear, and he listened impatiently to the girl, and I stood there like a voyeur.

My intuition tells me that the male god I have been thinking about since I was a child may be snatched away.

I stood there and didn't hear anything, but I saw the girl leaving gracefully, the girl I knew, she played the piano beautifully, and she always showed up in the best and most striking way at school performances.

When he came over, he suddenly saw me and asked me why I was here, and I asked him who that girl was.

He tilted his head to look at me and said I had something to ask the kid about.

I don't like it when he says I'm a kid because there's only a year difference between us. But I have to say that I was really lively at that time, and I was not afraid of heaven and earth.

When he eats, it is very different from his house, my house seems to have a warmer atmosphere, he buries his head in eating, not as slow and methodical as when he was a child, he praises my mother's craftsmanship is so good that it is better than all the meals he has eaten, after eating he and my father sit on the sofa watching basketball games, I was sitting in the living room, still burying my head in writing disgusting math problems.

He swung up to me, leaned over and asked me, "You don't know this kind of question, are you a pig?" I looked back at him, he was very close to me, close enough to see the pores on his face, but his skin was really good. He had a faint scent on him, very similar to the smell of the pretty aunt I remember when I was a child.

I told my mom that I was going downstairs to buy something and a bag of sanitary napkins. He followed me and said that he was going too, which made me very embarrassed and didn't know how to tell him, he cleared his throat and said that he was going to buy cigarettes, I asked him why he smoked and when he started, he was very impatient and glared back at me: "Qiao Shiwen, you are too much." "He didn't go to the commissary with me, he just went home.

After some time, he disappeared. I frantically called him, messaged him and asked where he was, I searched all the places he could be, called his best friend, people all over the world were looking for him, but it turned out to be desperate.

I know that the little prince, who has always been superior, will not accept such a thing, and I can understand that it is not difficult. No one can watch their home be sealed overnight, see their father being taken away by the police, his bespectacled-framed uncle standing in his house, and his mother, the elegant and kind beautiful aunt in my eyes, died in a car accident on the way back and forth with his father.

Overnight, the all-powerful little prince I remember fell from the clouds to the bottom.

The next time I saw him was at his mother's funeral, my mother took me over, he didn't look at me with his eyes, but he was dressed very well, his hair was neatly combed, he was dressed in black, he stood there expressionlessly, his delicate face was still unwavering, I wanted to see pain in his eyes, but there was nothing.

After the matter was dealt with, I went to him, I asked him why he was smoking, why he didn't shed tears, he grabbed my neck with one hand, put the other hand in his trouser pocket and walked forward, I was powerless to resist, I felt like I was going to suffocate in the next second, but he didn't stop, just answered my question slowly: "Don't pester me in the future, I can smoke if I want, and it's been a long time, don't look for me again, the person I hate the most is you." ”

He felt at that moment that he had lost his family, lost his sense of superiority, lost what his father had given him earlier than others, and today it was all gone, and it was the destruction of his life.

I saw all his ugliness at that moment, thinking that I had seen everything, but in fact he was not, he was more cruel than I imagined, more stubborn, and even terrifying.