In the grove in the playground behind Yali Middle School, the teenager huddled on the ground amid splashes of dirt, enduring the wanton trampling of the students around him.

The boy's name is Song Yuan, and his parents were history teachers at Yali Middle School, and he went abroad to study when Song Yuan was in high school.

In the past three years, it can almost be said that there has been no news.

It's very hard to live without parents, I don't know when the other students in the class know that Song Yuan's parents are not around, and the bad boys in the class will laugh at Song Yuan from time to time during recess or after school, "There is a mother, but there is no mother." And every time Song Yuan went crazy, he would rush up and fight with the other party, even if his head was broken and bleeding, even if the other party had far more people than himself.

The head teacher, who was a colleague of Song Yuan's parents, would teach the bad boys in the class to be cautious every time he was in the class, and at the same time privately warned Song Yuan to be sensible, after all, Yali Middle School is not like other ordinary middle schools in the city, the students here are either rich or expensive, and he is a teacher who has no power and no power after all.

Every morning when going to school, there will always be countless luxury cars pouring into the already crowded narrow school gate, one by one gorgeously dressed students get out of their parents' luxury cars, before entering the school gate, they will always stop in front of the school gate, like a group of competing male peacocks in courtship to show their unique hormones, by the way despise their classmates whose family background is not as good as their own.

And their parents' eyes are full of pride and pride.

This group of students is like a food chain, the big fish eat the small fish, the small fish eat the shrimp, and the shrimp prefers Song Yuan.

These shrimps generally come from middle-class families, and their parents have struggled all their lives to become an official in the city, or relatives of a wealthy family, but they are not enough but their vanity is bursting, and after those top and young people are calling and drinking, playing with Song Yuan has become their outlet.

As long as he doesn't say that, he will beat and scold Song Yuan and never resist.

Xu was tired of it, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Song Yuan struggled to stand up, patted the dust on his body, walked out of the school gate casually under the slightly distressed gaze of the security guard, turned around and walked into the old family building.

This family building was an accessory to the school when it was first built, and at that time it was still popular to divide the room system, because my parents were both teachers at the school, so I was fortunate to get a suite.

As the teachers who lived here made money and moved out, there were fewer and fewer residents in the family building, and the school was unwilling to provide funds for maintenance, and the family building gradually fell into disrepair.

Due to disrepair, water leaks and power outages are common, and there is an indescribable weirdness in the distance of the ivy-covered building.

Song Yuan stood in front of the rusty security door, removed the advertisement on the door, took out the key and inserted it into the lock hole, and slowly turned it.

The sound of the deadbolt turning was like a gear that had not been lubricated for a long time, and every time it turned it was a little difficult, Song Yuan reached out and pressed the door panel, and the anti-theft door made a "crunch" sound.

The door opened, the sun set in his face, and he was greeted by the living room full of cardboard boxes, all the things his parents had mailed for three years.

Song Yuan received the first box a month after his parents left the country, which contained some stones and a letter, and the only contact between his parents and him in the past three years was these letters, and the address of each letter was abroad, but the location was different each time.

At first, Song Yuan would be very careful to put the cardboard boxes in his room, thinking that the cardboard boxes were his parents, so that his parents would always be by his side, but gradually there were more and more boxes, and Song Yuan's house was quickly filled with cardboard boxes, and finally he simply threw them all in the living room.

This home now seems like a garbage dump, and I feel like the garbage generated by my parents' love, and I discard it at will.

Song Yuan bought a world map two and a half years ago and hung it on the wall of the house, and every time his parents wrote the address with a red pen, his parents traveled all over the five continents.

Parents seem to be very busy, so busy that they don't even have time to make a phone call, but they always send back a cardboard box on time every month, and occasionally find envelopes in the cardboard box, which are full of words encouraging Song Yuan to study hard.

It's ridiculous.

Every time I send a letter, I always start with "I'm very busy with your mother, I don't have time to rush back to take care of you", and end with something like "Don't embarrass me and your mother", which is tired of watching.

Every parent has the extravagant hope that their son will become a dragon and their daughter will become a phoenix, and they will let their children embark on a life path they expect according to their own plans, but they ignore what their children themselves want.

What Song Yuan wants most is probably to find a deep mountain and old forest with beautiful mountains and rivers, and then die quietly.

With a grin, Song Yuan came to the bathroom, looked at his bruised face through the mirror, Song Yuan turned on the faucet and gently washed off the dirty mud on it, and then picked up a towel to wipe it gently.

As for these injuries, Song Yuan never paid attention to them.

Song Yuan has been injured countless times since he was a child, from breaking his knee to breaking his arm, but no matter how serious the injury is, he will always heal after sleeping.

It's like a piece of memory metal, no matter how much you bend and fold or even compress it, it will be restored.

Song Yuan was very curious about this, and even used a fruit knife to make a deep cut in his arm, as for the pain, he was already numb. When I woke up the next day, I couldn't even see the wound except that my face was a little pale.

If other people were other people, they would have already shown off their differences, but Song Yuan would not. Because he knows very well that after showing off, he will be greeted with more unscrupulous beatings and scolding.

Of course, not all of his classmates would do this to him, and outside of school, he also had a few good friends.

Most of his friends are from bad backgrounds, many of them are children of ordinary families, they go to ordinary high schools, live ordinary lives, they are very envious of Song Yuan can go to the most famous Yali Middle School in the city, and Song Yuan is very envious of their freedom to go up the mountain to pick grass and hunt rabbits, and envy their comfort in going down to the river to catch fish and swim.

After simply cleaning up, Song Yuan climbed up to the rooftop along the road crossing left by installing the solar water heater.

Whenever after school, Song Yuan would always climb to the rooftop of his house and watch the sun set, watch the flow of people coming and going on the street, and watch the shining neon gradually decrease.

This rooftop belonged to Song Yuan alone, and he had countless fantasies here.

He once fantasized that he was actually a rich kid who was sent to experience, maybe when he was out of school, there would be a luxury car that far exceeded all the students in the school parked at the school gate, and when he walked out of the school gate, the car door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper bowed slightly to him, and said to himself, young master, you have worked hard, and the master said that he misses you, please come with me.

He also fantasized that when he was wandering on the street, a sloppy beggar would jump out and tell him that in fact, you are a highly talented martial arts wizard, and I have a lot of cheats here, as long as you have great achievements, you can beat the invincible opponents all over the world.

But what he fantasized about the most was that his parents would suddenly appear behind him and gently call his name.

But fantasy is fantasy after all.

"Song Yuan!

The rough voice downstairs pulled Song Yuan's thoughts back.

Song Yuan looked down and saw a man wearing orange short-sleeved shirts printed with the "Postal" pattern standing in front of the family building with his head tilted, carrying a dark green backpack behind him.

Song Yuan responded and turned around and went downstairs.

"Yo, what's wrong with you?" the courier brother glanced at Song Yuan, "Why did your face fall into a big cat?"

"On the way back, I was chased by a dog, and I accidentally fell and ate. Song Yuan scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"If you are bitten by a dog, you can go to the hospital to get a rabies vaccine, and now there are a lot of bacteria in the mouths of stray dogs," the courier brother said with a smile, he pointed to the cardboard box on the side, and quickly opened the bill, "Just a box, from the United States, you sign for it." ”

Song Yuan took the pen and signed his name.

The courier brother collected the documents and didn't leave in a hurry, this was his last order today.

"There's something I've wanted to ask you for three years," the courier boy hesitated for a few seconds and said, "What the hell is in this box? ”

"Just a few stones, mailed by my parents, who were history teachers. Song Yuan told the truth, the courier brother in front of him sent him a cardboard box for three years, and the two were very familiar with each other, so there was no need to hide it.

The courier brother obviously didn't believe it, shouldn't studying stones be the job of geologists?

"Are there scissors?" Seeing that the courier brother didn't believe it, Song Yuan simply opened it in front of the courier brother, and his parents wouldn't mail anything else anyway.

"Yes, wait for me to find out. ”

The delivery boy turned around and stepped into the special tricycle sprayed with the pattern of "Tong Sifang" and found a pair of scissors.

Song Yuan took the scissors and cut them along the seal of the cardboard box, and the first thing that was revealed was still a few stones.

Song Yuan took out one of the stones from it and shook it in front of the courier brother, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"What are your parents doing when they are idle and sending stones home?" the courier boy touched his head puzzled, "This kind of stone seems to be all over the street, and I don't see anything rare!"

"I didn't know that they didn't say what the stones were for, so I piled them up in the living room of my home. ”

Song Yuan removed the stone in the cardboard box and found an envelope in the cardboard box, compared to the previous letter sent by his parents, this envelope seemed to contain more than just letters.

The envelope was opened, and a plane ticket was dropped, along with a passport, a photograph, and a crown folded out of paper, the innermost part of which was a piece of stationery.

"Happy birthday, my dear son.

Your mother and I are sorry not to be with you during your most important childhood, because we do have very important things to attend to. But your mother and I have always believed that a brief separation is for future reunions.

We discussed your eighteenth birthday a long time ago, and when this side is over, we will immediately return to China to spend the most important birthday of your life, but as soon as we finished working here, we had to rush to the next location non-stop, and we have complained about the impersonal practices above, but with little success, so we can only say to you, sorry.

Although the plans are not changing, we have prepared a passport and a plane ticket for you to the city we are going through, and if we can make it in time, we can celebrate your birthday abroad, which is the best way that your mother and I can think of at the moment.

Finally, I want to say that Mom and Dad love you, son.

Song Tianlin, Su Ru. ”

It turns out that today is my birthday!

Song Yuan was silent, wiped his tears without a pittle, hugged the letter into his arms, and held it tightly to his heart.

"Happy birthday!" The courier brother patted Song Yuan's shoulder with a smile.

Song Yuan stood up, grinned, and smiled, "Thank you." ”

"We've known each other for three years, and I just knew that today was your birthday, and I didn't prepare anything for you in advance...... You wait!" The courier brother rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the tricycle, and took out a suitcase with the logo of the "Tong Sifang" express company, "You said that it is not a coincidence, a few days ago I participated in the company's lottery, and today the finance said that I won a suitcase, and I just sent it down today, I see that you are going to go abroad, so I will give it to you as a birthday gift." ”

"Actually, you don't need ......"

"I guess I'm going to pick up my child first after school early today. The courier boy waved his hand and stepped on the tricycle to walk out of the family building.

He watched the figure of the courier brother gradually moving away, and his heart was warm.

Back home, Song Yuan stood in front of the mirror, with a crown on his head, looking a little funny.

The radio on the table came with the sound of "rustling" electricity, "Welcome to today's world radio, today is November 18, 2007, the ninth ...... of the tenth lunar month"