The rain stopped, and Yang Jingran left the eaves without people.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and ended chatting with strangers.

He returned home, a home that had been empty a moment before.

Yang Jingran's home is very cold, there is no heating, there are two bedrooms and one living room, and the toilet is shared with others.

Yang Jingran doesn't like to turn on the lights, even though there is only monotonous darkness in the house that he hates.

However, the lights were turned on anyway.

Because someone is back.

The room lit up, and a man appeared behind Yang Jingran, who was standing in the living room with his hands down.

"It's back. The man spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

He expertly put down the bag in his hand and went into the kitchen to take care of the dishes, chopsticks, pots and pans that no one had washed.

"Dad, how long has Mom been gone?" Yang Jingran hated the fact that after turning on the lights, this was an incomplete home without a mother.

The man visibly paused for a second, and then there was a busy "jingle clang" sound.

Isn't this a topic that my son doesn't want to bring up?

"Dad, how long has Mom been gone?"

After asking again, there was finally an answer.

"It's been almost a year. ”

It's been almost a year, how careless is it to say such vague words? Forget about her? You father.

Yang Jingran is already a student in the second semester of his sophomore year of high school. Tomorrow is the day of the new semester parent-teacher conference.

I really don't want to talk to you at all. Yang Jingran suppressed the nameless fire in his heart and returned to his bedroom, his own world. The man heard the unpleasant screeching sound of the door closing, stopped what he was doing, wiped his hands, and walked out of the kitchen.

He opened the black plastic bag, and inside was a cake, small, but delicate.

Today is Yang Jingran's birthday, his 17th birthday.

Yang Jingran clicked on QQ and saw an unknown birthday wish, and then he quickly clicked into his data wall, changed the birthday at will, and then turned off his mobile phone.

Who will remember my birthday? He closed his eyes and lay on the bed that was so cold that it calmed him down.

He thought of his father, who never forgot his birthday every year. Birthday gifts may not be as good as others, but they can always make Yang Jingran feel satisfied and excited.

Last year, he gave away a pair of MP3s and headphones.

The year before last, he gave away a mobile phone.

……

Yang Jingran remembers the past clearly, he treasures the gifts of every year, and the things he doesn't use are put in the box he carefully prepared.

But now, he seems to be full of malice towards his father. But at this time, Yang Jingran seemed to be thinking about something, as if he was asleep.

The man was standing at the door, this was the first time he had bought a cake for his son, and in the past, when his son wanted to eat cake, the child's mother had done it.

He has a bad memory, forgetting what he has given his son, and the material and teachings seem to have dissipated and forgotten in the rush of life. Is it the man's fault that the son has become withdrawn now? Do you want to ask an obscure, taciturn father?

In the evening, the sunset is hardly revealed, and the edge of the gloomy sky is blurred by the brilliant evening red, and the separation between black and red is very striking.

Yang Jingran was still lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and turned on his mobile phone.

The man dropped his knocking hand and took out his phone.

Yang Jingran found his phone number, which was remarked as "father".

Rainy days, school days, high school sophomore groups.

Yang Jingran remembers that he also met a stranger on a rainy day - Vogelim Kafig.

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: I think you know my condition very well!

Yang Jingran didn't plan to leave the classroom after school at noon, and sat alone by the window in a daze. He wanted to wait for less, leave with peace of mind, and spend his time alone with peace of mind.

What can one person do?

Can be in a daze, can walk without purpose, without restraint, without warm greetings, without noisy crowds.

VogelimKafig: It's raining outside, did you think of meeting me for the first time?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: Hmm.

VogelimKafig: I don't really know you at all, okay?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: Thank you for your willingness to talk to me.

VogelimKafig: Uh, isn't the vicious dog finally barking "mmmmmm"?

VogelimKafig: Actually, I've always felt that you're not as bad as they say you are.

Vicious dogs that don't like cats: yes?

VogelimKafig: Do you also consider yourself a bad person?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: not bad, but a wicked person.

VogelimKafig: Wicked, reasonable, cold, and sometimes very poisonous.

VogelimKafig: Isn't it a strange breed of wicked people, sullen and evil?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: believe it or not I'll strip you naked, VogelimKafig.

VogelimKafig: Do you know what my name means?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: Hmm.

VogelimKafig: Well, don't say it.

VogelimKafig: Why don't you want to have a good relationship with your classmates?

VogelimKafig: You were very easy-going when you first started, and I heard you were a nice person.

VogelimKafig: Just heard.

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: Oh, you want to stay away from the crowd.

VogelimKafig: Is it your desire not to explain what kind of person you are and then isolate yourself?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: Hmm.

VogelimKafig: Hey, why did you hit Pan Yihao last time?

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: This, he asked for himself.

VogelimKafig：？？？

"Neuropathy. ”

Yang Jingran saw clearly the person blocking him - Pan Yihao in his class. The other party's face didn't look good, and there was a look of eagerness to understand when he looked at Yang Jingran.

Pan Yihao was immersed in his emotions, and after the two confronted each other for a few seconds, he noticed the "dangerous elements" in front of him. ”

Will he be the same as himself? Without the permission and support of his parents, no, Yang Jingran is definitely not as good as himself, at least he hasn't given up on himself. Well, it must be like that.

"Hey, Yang Jingran, how was the summer vacation?" Pan Yihao stood up straight, his tone too kind.

"Oh, not good. Yang Jingran didn't know why, but he actually felt like he wanted to pity the other party. He was not as impatient as usual, and looked at each other without changing his face.

Pan Yihao licked his dry lips and rolled his eyes to think about what to say. Then he pursed his lips again and said, "If it's okay, how about a fight?"

Yang Jingran is no stranger to fighting, he shot yesterday because of the conflict between Brother Hai and others, and now there is still a line of bruises on his elbows.

"Okay. In a calm tone, he said something that shocked the other party.

Pan Yihao also didn't expect his nonsensical statement to be agreed. He couldn't understand Yang Jingran, this dangerous person.

"Why are you sitting here? Do you think about something alone?" Yang Jingran was not in a hurry, and said a few words rarely.

"It's sunny, it's just cool here. Pan Yihao rolled up his sleeves, propped his hand on the escalator at the staircase, and his eyes began to roam.

Yang Jingran thought silently alone, unconsciously thinking that this would make him a pitiful person.

"Find a way to live without letting yourself fall, even if you're depressed right now. ”

This kind of words came out of Yang Jingran's mouth, which made Pan Yihao's wandering thoughts return. He didn't dare to look at Yang Jingran, let alone see the nervousness on his face.

"Let's fight! I'm not going to be depressed!" Pan Yihao walked quickly to the sun, and the hot sun seemed to subside his restless heart and cold feeling.

What kind of person is this, Pan Yihao doesn't understand, he seems to be a little afraid of Yang Jingran, that is Xiaoyu's confusion and ignorance when he sees the abyss. But he felt that Yang Jingran was very much like himself, very similar, very similar!

VogelimKafig: What a vicious dog with a bear!

VogelimKafig: Pan Yihao looks strong, but he didn't expect to like to be beaten.

Vicious dogs who don't like cats: Heh! People are not bears.

VogelimKafig: Are you the only one who is a vicious dog?

Vicious dogs that don't like cats: Crows!

VogelimKafig: Me?

Vicious dogs that don't like cats: very self-aware.

After school, Yang Jingran was accustomed to walking alone, ignoring the strange gazes around him, and occasionally putting his eyes on his mobile phone.

He received a new text message on his phone.

Father: I'm not going home today, so I'll buy my own food and cook it. There was a hundred dollars on the table at home.

Familiar tone.

Yang Jingran didn't plan to go home, he put his mobile phone in his pocket.

When he first got out of school, a group of people surrounded him, but Yang Jingran had a normal face.

They were all Fang Hao's brothers, and Fang Hao also came over.

"I heard that you provoked Brother Hai, you kid is not small!"

Although Fang Hao's words were arrogant, his tone was more of the snub of others' comments. Because he didn't dare to show his face to Yang Jingran's ruthlessness.

"Brother Hai is here, waiting for you. ”

Not long after Yang Jingran walked out of the school, he saw the unruly man.

"Yangzi, I heard that you beat your own brother. "Brother Hai is very righteous, especially hates fighting in the nest. His cold tone was even more angry.

"Brother Hai, it's my hand, I can't get used to it. ”

"Hmph, I understand that you don't like good people who follow the rules, but it's another thing for you to ignore the friendship between brothers. ”

Yang Jingran knew that the other party was angry. Brother Hai had slightly messy curly hair, took off his glasses, and walked over step by step.

Yang Jingran was not stunned on the spot, seeing that the other party was about to get angry, he propped back one foot, raised one hand, and waited for him.

Brother Hai swooped out, waved his fist, and hit Yang Jingran's chest. Yang Jingran's brows tightened, and he also used his other hand, and he also shook his fist at each other.

The two sides were entangled for more than a dozen rounds before stopping.

"Why? Is it because I took a few pictures of you?"

"Brother Hai!" Yang Jingran saw that the other party's mood had stabilized, and rubbed his injured chest, and the other party was merciless at all.

Yang Jingran continued.

"Just because of him, hit the. ”

The speed of speech was too fast, and Fang Hao and the others who were watching couldn't help but burst into laughter, and mocked: "Yang Jingran, don't talk dirty! ”

"Just because he hit his mother!?"

"Why, just because he hit the!"

Two people beat and scolded at the intersection.

Passers-by laugh without knowing it, and get angry at each other's understanding.