In his long student days, he had experienced countless embarrassing and embarrassing moments, but there was no moment more than the scene in front of him, especially after hearing Fuxiang's words.

She looked at Yan Mu with eyes that were almost pleading, and then said, "I volunteered." ”

All the sounds around him were gone, and it was so silent that it seemed like he was alone. Yan Mu saw Mo Lang stretch out his hand and pat him on the shoulder, and the greedy lips closed one by one as if nothing happened, as if he had said something.

He couldn't hear.

Yan Wei only remembered that he smashed a bag of cash in his hand on Mo Lang, pounced on him furiously, and hit him in the face with a fist. A group of people rushed up to stop him, but the strength of the strange man was surprisingly great, and his beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and they were about to drip red.

"Moran, fuck you!"

He has never had such a huge hatred as at this moment, he hates Xiangguo, he hates Fuxiang, he hates the group of bastards in front of him, but he always hates himself the most.

Moran sneered and quietly straightened his clothes. He especially likes to wear suits now, after all, he has also begun to take the route of a businessman, so he must pay attention to his image.

He said, "Boy, what are you angry about?" It was your sister who took the initiative to come to me, hoping that the arrears could be paid back after a period of grace. If you're that capable, don't let her worry. ”

This sentence seemed to wake up the stranger with cold water, and he turned his head to look at Fuxiang. The girl stood alone, her snow-white skin exposed in the air, like a white light, piercing him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

Yan Shu gritted his teeth, "People like you won't end well!" ”

Mo Lang had heard too many similar words, and he smiled with a greasy face, "Hahaha, then what do you want, what can you do?" It's quite pitiful for you to have a scumbag father like Yan Xiangguo, but that's also your life. ”

He asked his men to pick up the money scattered all over the place, and waved for the siblings to go.

Fu Xiang quietly walked over to the corner of his unfamiliar clothes, he tried his best to restrain his emotions, turned around and strode away. Along the way, he didn't say a word to Fuxiang, until he walked into the house, and the emotions he had endured for a long time broke out.

"How many times have I told you, don't do that kind of thing again! I'll figure out a way about money, why don't you listen?! ”

Fu Xiang raised her face, her eyes shining, "You're going to be cheap, right?" ”

"Say it again!"

"I said, you just like to be by men?!"

Yan Qian raised his hand and slapped her, blurting out, "." ”

This was the first time he had beaten Fuxiang since he was a child, and she fell to the ground in a flash, knocking over the cabinet at the door. A muffled sound echoed in the small room. Her long hair was messily draped over Fuxiang's shoulders, and she turned her head, tears silently rolling down her face.

There have been many times when Yan Wei wanted to choke her neck and choke her breath. In this way, he no longer has to endure the obscene tone of the boys at school talking about her body, no longer has to recall that nightmare night again and again, and no longer has to do his best to continue to run this well-baked life.

If Fuxiang died, he would not have to live, and all suffering would be over.

But at this moment, he looked at the girl sitting at his feet, she was still beautiful and clear, as light and charming as a warm and soft bird. She is his most important relative, his sister who depends on each other. Whatever she did, he had to forgive her, because he was the least qualified person in the world to accuse her.

Yan Shu swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty and squatted down. He reached out slightly, trying to brush away the stray hair that was covering Fuxiang's forehead, but Fuxiang resistantly avoided it.

Yan Shu's hand was still in mid-air, and he whispered, "I'm sorry sister, I'm sorry." ”

He heard her sobbing, slowly, thinly, dripping into the air. Yan Wei hugged Fuxiang tightly in her arms, and the dusty light blurred the outline of her face, making her look like a ghost.

Fu Xiang said, "Strange, what should we do next?" ”

Yan Mu closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, he heard his emotionless voice, "Unless Yan Xiangguo is dead." ”

Unless the man died, they would never want to live a good life.

The weather in July is unpredictable, with the sun scorching one moment and a light rain the next. Yan Qian didn't go to school in the past few days, and he often sat in a daze in the nearby McDonald's, and he sat all day.

The door was pushed open, and a damp smell of grass poured in. Yuan Ziwen put away his umbrella and sat hand in hand at a position not far away. Yan looked at the girl with light steps intently, and the heart that had been cool for a long time began to beat again.

Just like all girls in love, her facial expression is quite rich, and the light in her pupils smoothly reflects her deep affection for Anjialu, and she expresses happiness uncontrollably. And the boy with curly hair, a little baby fat, and a particularly gentle smile listened to her nagging quietly, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of satisfied and spoiled looks.

Perhaps, this is what a fifteen-year-old should look like.

For the first time, the stranger was invaded by a sense of loneliness.

As they left, Yuan Ziwen noticed the school uniform on Yan Mu's body. She walked over, smiled and said, "Classmate, you're also from D middle school, right?" Didn't you bring an umbrella? ”

Yan Wei did not look up and did not respond.

Yuan Ziwen put the umbrella in his hand in front of him and kindly reminded, "Go home quickly, I heard that there is a heavy rain tonight." ”

It wasn't until they had been gone for a long time that Yan Wei raised his eyes to look out the window, and the colorful umbrellas reflected each other, but she could no longer be found.

Yan Shu gently held the handle of the umbrella, like holding the hand of the original seed warm.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and there was a mist of smoke and rain all around. Yan Shu held an umbrella and ran home quickly, and when he arrived downstairs, he inadvertently looked up and saw that the window of the house was black and hollow.

Didn't my sister come back?

He opened the door and was about to turn on the light when suddenly the sound of Fuxiang sounded in the darkness.

"Stranger, you're back."

"Sister, why don't you turn on the lights at home?" As he spoke, he went to look for the switch, but Fuxiang suddenly screamed.

"Don't turn on the lights!"

Yan Mu was startled by her sudden shout, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" ”

Fuxiang seemed to be sitting near the couch, her voice hoarse, but her tone was flat and undulating.

She said: "I remember when I was a kid we used to quarrel, and my dad always said that you were a boy and wanted to let me. But whenever there are only two of us, he will say to me that this strange child is very stubborn, and he will not show joy and sorrow on his face, and his character will suffer sooner or later. So as a sister, I must guard him by his side, remind him, and guide him. ”

Fuxiang laughed self-deprecatingly, "I've never been a competent sister, and I'm still a who makes you feel ashamed." But now, I've finally done something that will make you feel safe. ”

The blood pulsed strongly and rapidly in the unfamiliar veins, and every word in Fu Xiang's mouth became completely unfamiliar, and it slammed into his temples like nails.

Yan Wei finally found the switch, and he pressed it down tremblingly.

The room is filled with light for a moment, and what is in front of you is clear. But the unfamiliar vision became blurred, because the red of the sky was pouring up from all directions, and Fu Xiang was sitting in a messy body of blood. She was like a water lily blooming in the moonlight, smiling to pieces.

She said: "Strange, Yan Xiangguo died, I killed him...... Our nightmare is over. ”

The world was turned upside down in an instant, and as soon as Yan Shu's hand was loosened, the umbrella of the * slid down and fell into the blood that spread to his feet.

No, nightmares never wake up.

What happened later was a scene that Yan Shu never wanted to think about in his life.

He grabbed the fragrance that was still abrupt, and admonished sharply, "Listen, Yan Xiangguo didn't come back tonight, and you haven't seen him either!" If someone asks, they say that this man has been gone for a long time, do you know? ”

Fu Xiang shook her head in confusion, "Shouldn't you call the police?" ”

Yan Yu's eyes were red, and his hands clasped Fu Xiang's shoulders hard, almost crushing her bones. He said, "Sister, you change your clothes and take a hot shower, and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Yan Wei doesn't have a driver's license, but he can drive a long time ago. An old car that his family had bought in the early years had been parked downstairs, and he tried it, but luckily it was still starting.

The rain was so heavy that you couldn't see anything, the wipers were useless to turn on the maximum, there was white water everywhere, and the car seemed to be driving in the stormy waves. The wind was stronger, billboards or neon signs on both sides of the street were blown down, and heavy objects were constantly falling to the ground. Yan unfamiliar made it difficult to identify the road, and drove the car to the barren mountains in the suburbs.

He has seen a lot of burial scenes in movies, but he never imagined that this scene would really happen to him. It wasn't until the rain stopped and the wind died down that he buried the last handful of dirt.

Yan Shu fell to the ground exhausted, his clothes soaked through the cold rain, and he could vaguely smell the lingering smell of blood.

The first rays of the morning sun shone on him, piercing his pupils without a trace of brilliance. In the blink of an eye, tears began to fall, and his face was wet.

Then, he began to get scared.

Yan Xiangguo has no relatives, and he is also elusive on weekdays, so no one questions his whereabouts. Fu Xiang has been in a state of flux, waking up and falling asleep, and the cycle repeats.

There was a knock at the door, and the strange words suddenly froze, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. He adjusted his mood, cautiously opened the door, and saw that it was Cheng Yaoming standing outside the door.

I haven't seen him for a few days, Cheng Yaoming is thinner and paler than before, he was already a little nervous, and now even his eyes are strange.

He said, "Strange words, you haven't been to school for a long time, has something happened?" ”

Yan Wei frowned, his heart was extremely anxious, he waved his hand and was about to close the door, but was stopped by Cheng Yaoming. Only then did he find that his bare forearms were full of scars on the outside of his school uniform, which was shocking.

"They're bullying you again?"

Cheng Yaoming nodded, that time Yan Wei and the squid head fought in a dashing manner, and afterwards the squid head wanted to retaliate but couldn't see Yan Shu, so he took Cheng Yaoming out of anger.

"You know what? I was looking forward to the holidays every day and I didn't want to come to school at all. But they threatened me not to tell my parents, otherwise I would not be able to stay in school any longer. I've changed schools several times, and each time it's been like this, even if I talk to the homeroom teacher, it's useless. ”

Cheng Yaoming muttered to himself, completely ignoring the strange and impatient look, "I have always been alone, and no classmate has ever been willing to talk to me, except for you." You are my only friend, is there anything I can do to help you? ”

The first time Yan Wei heard the word "friend", he was not happy at all, because he didn't need it at all.

Cheng Yaoming continued: "I think we are somewhat similar, maybe I can understand your ......"

"What are you kidding?" Yan Wei finally couldn't hold his breath, he looked at the boy in front of him who was only promising and useless, and couldn't help but show a mocking smile.

"I've never considered you a friend, and I don't feel like I'm anything like you! Did you come here to tell me this to gain my sympathy? You are bullied because you are cowardly, they beat you, you can also fight back, you don't save yourself, who can help you? Also, please don't come to me again! ”

Cheng Yaoming was stunned.

After Yan Wei finished speaking, he regretted it a little, but it was too late. Cheng Yaoming smiled awkwardly, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he said, "You're right...... You're right......"

He turned and walked forward slowly, his thin body crumbling from the damp wind. Suddenly, he turned back and said, "Anyway, thank you, strange words." ”

Yan looked at his back in a daze, remembering that Yaoming, a former Chinese course, had written an essay called "The Brightest Star".

"I have a friend who is very talented in costume design, but he doesn't think so. I hope he can find his way in life on the road ahead, and by that time, he will definitely be the brightest star in the crowd! I wish I could see this day. ”

Yan Shu's heart ached fiercely, and an unprecedented sense of foreboding came to him. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly put on his shoes and chased him out.

Today is the anniversary of D Middle School, and the students have gathered on the playground to participate in the activities. Yan Strange ran all the way to the school, and saw that the school was already in chaos.

After Cheng Yaoming left Yan Wei's home, he bought a knife at the hardware and grocery store, and he came to school as usual, standing at the end of the line as usual, being bullied by the squid head and the boys as usual.

Only this time, he took out his newly bought knife and stabbed one of the boys in the stomach.

When the blood flowed down, Cheng Yaoming's expression was very calm, as if he had just cut a piece of watermelon casually. The classmates screamed in surprise and fled in all directions, Cheng Yaoming raised his head and looked around, and suddenly smiled.

The strange words are right, I don't save myself, who can save me? When I was bullied, didn't you also watch the show with a cold eye? All are not innocent!

He wielded a blood-stained knife, like a beast cornered at the end of the road, headless and brainless in search of prey, stabbing several classmates one after another.

When Yan Shu rushed over, Cheng Yaoming was raising his knife to stab the original seed Wen who didn't have time to dodge!

"Raw Seed Temperature!" He heard a twisted roar, coming from his own throat.

At this moment, a figure stood in front of Yuan Ziwen, enveloping her like an impenetrable net. Cheng Yaoming's feet slipped, his hand deviated slightly, and stabbed into Anjialu's arm, the boy gritted his teeth, and still used his body to protect the original seed temperature.

The teachers rushed over and finally restrained the crazy Cheng Yaoming.

Yuan Ziwen shouted Anjialu's name in panic, covering his bleeding wound tightly with his hand. She couldn't help but burst into tears, "Why are you blocking it, you think you're a Transformer!" ”

When Cheng Yaoming was pressed to the ground, his eyes looked through the layers of people, and he seemed to see Yan Shu standing in the distance. Yan Shu didn't dare to look at his eyes at all, turned around and ran.

Later, he watched the news and learned that one person was killed and seven were injured in the murder. And that day Cheng Yaoming came to him, in fact, he mustered the greatest courage in his life, he regarded Yan Wei as the last swimming ring of the drowning person, but who knew that he was the last straw that crushed the camel.

In the dim light, Yan looked at the photo of Cheng Yaoming who was mosaiced in the news, and cried uncontrollably.

Because of his words, Fuxiang sent Yan Xiangguo to a dead end, and because of his words, Cheng Yaoming's entire life was subverted. If he could turn back the clock, he wouldn't have said those irresponsible words anyway.

The door opened, and Fuxiang's voice came, "Strange, are you crying?" ”

He hurriedly wiped his face, "I'm fine." ”

As soon as Yan Meng turned his head, he was completely stunned. Fuxiang actually stood there without a trace, she tilted her head and laughed stupidly, her curved eyes flashed with tired and sleepy crystals.

Yan Mu picked up the blanket and ran over to wrap her whole person, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to school. By the way, I cooked and waited for my dad and mom to come back and eat, they just went to the movies together, and they should be back soon. ”

Fu Xiang said seriously: "Do you see the beautiful clothes I was wearing just now?" You made it new to me. ”

Yan Shu's tears suddenly burst the embankment, and his lips trembled, "Sister, don't be like this, you should be sober!" ”

"Don't cry, strange, with my sister here, no one can hurt you."

Fu Xiang smiled softly and peacefully, and did not forget to touch the cheeks of the stranger.

The clock hanging on the wall is ringing, and it's four o'clock in the morning.

What a strange moment, waking up in my sleep, scared people away. Dawn is coming, and the darkness is still so heavy. Yan looked out the window at the dark night where there was no light, and felt that tomorrow might never come again. 166 Reading Network