Dim street lamps, the sun is setting in the west, the park benches are a little cool, and a few dead yellow leaves are falling leisurely.

"What do you think now?" asked Jianyan.

For a long time, just as Jian Yan felt that the other party would avoid the question, "Ahh

"I'd better find a rich wife!" There was helplessness in his voice, accompanied by a wry smile, "I really can't even support myself." ”

"Hold on and persevere! Maybe there will be a turnaround!"

"The turning point of bullshit, the taste of being pressed by others is really uncomfortable, I really want to be a hundred. With his hands propped up on the sides of the bench and his head resting on it, he let out a cloudy breath into the sky.

"If you can't do it, let's go! I'm still short of people here. Simply proposed.

"Besides, it's my dream no matter how I say it....."

........

"You'll tell me again?" the roaring voice changed its original lovely tone.

........

There were bursts of screams for a long time, followed by the high-decibel crying sound peculiar to children.

Outside the corridor, the teacher seemed to be teaching the child again, and then there was an angry shout, "disobey the !!" The sound was a bit like a ferocious, but it was not so strong, and Jian Yan thought to himself who was sitting in the seat and preparing for class, but when he turned his head and saw that the fierce did not seem to be in the seat, could it be?

After class, "What are you doing hitting him?" Jian Zhen sat on the high steps, leaning on his feet in the air, and asked inexplicably.

"And I said I was wearing a girl's dress! I beat him! It's been a few weeks. The anger did not subside.

"That's it, and there's no less piece of meat. ”

"That's what I said, but I'm upset to hear it, so I'll beat him!"

"Okay!"

In short, I have never figured out whether people are destined to follow a path from birth, or whether they have been promoted by various circumstances, and maybe there are still people who have seen and read, and people they have touched have added a fire, which has caused a tragedy more than 20 years later.

.......

Recently, the murderer has a new move, just like the murderer who can't understand what is in his head.

"I'm going to have a half-head hairstyle!"

"Half a head?" Jian Yan was incredulous after hearing it.

"It's the kind of half-headed!" Fierce tried his best to depict the half-headed hairstyle, but the words didn't make sense.

It was another burst of laughter when it was heard by the people around him.

"Would this man have survived if he had half a head?" A girl who heard Jian Yan's conversation between the two couldn't help but giggle and turn into a flower.

"Who told you you can't live!" said a little red face, "Go, go, slide the slide!

"Half a head?" In short, the imaginary and girl in his mind is also a general situation.

"After school, I'll take you to see what 'half a head' is!" Desperately trying to make Jian Yan understand what the half head in his head was, he ran home immediately after seeing that he looked good.

Not only did the murderer initiate the nerves, but even the corpse initiated the same nerves, and even said: "My uncle is invulnerable, the knife can't be chopped to death, the fire can't burn, and he once went to the sea to catch sharks......"

Compared with the terrifying tone of the murderer, the corpse's remarks actually aroused the admiration of the surrounding children, and their eyes showed a look of admiration, and even said that he wanted to see the uncle in the mouth of the corpse.

makes the corpse seem to have become the existence of the child king among the children, and if you don't accept it, let my uncle teach you a lesson.

After school, when Jian Yan found the murderer, he found him squatting at the door of his house, sitting on a small bench, playing with bead-like things with his small hands, shedding small tears, and chanting words in his mouth: one is one, two is two.... One up, four up, five ...... Five retreats, one return, five ....... It looks really pitiful.

"What is this?" asked Jian Yan curiously, the square, plastic frame, a total of edges fixed with yellow tape, there are nine bells, the bell is crossed by a beam, two beads on the beam, each bead is counted five, and the beam is five baht, each bead is counted one, but it seems that it was broken by the force of violence before, and it was once broken apart, and it was reassembled by piecework and reassembly.

"Abacus!" Seeing Jian Yan, he immediately stopped crying, but said with a bitter face.

"No!" Jian Yan said, shaking his head.

"My dad said that I still need to use it in elementary school, let me go to school now!"

"How did you fight?" Jian Yan looked curiously at the murderous little hand fiddling with the abacus.

"If you have a formula, add from one to one hundred, and if you calculate it correctly, it is five zero five zero. That's the number if you get it right!" the murderer pointed to the abacus in his hand.

"Oh, I won't tell you, I'm all wrong!" the murderer paused, patted his head and said with great annoyance, picked up the abacus with both hands, shook it up and down, and suddenly made a crackling sound, washed it again, and started from the beginning......

"You didn't mean to show me that half of the head. ”

"Don't mention it, the teacher's told my dad that I'm going to fight here, and I must kill her when I grow up!"

"Your cat is the same as my cat!" Jian Yan touched the rustic catroad rubbing under his feet.

"My grandfather's family gave it to me, and my uncle's family also has one. ”