Qingruo's New Year's money at this age is in his parents' pockets, and he asks for 100 yuan for selling cuteness.

spent three yuan to buy a bright red rose, and the remaining ninety-seven yuan took out a bunch of them from the cartoon bag and put them in the palm of Xu Nianyang's hand.

Coins of varying denominations are mixed with cookies, sweets, and chocolates.

She kept her head down, and the sun shone on the top of her black hair, and the light was dazzling.

Xu Nianyang's two hands were full, there was wind around him, so he held them a little tightly so that the things in his hands would not blow out.

Qingruo was still rummaging in his bag with his head down, and the last candy was buckled out of the corner and stuffed into his palm, and finally raised to see him smile brightly like summer.

Xu Nianyang was wearing Xu's father's old work clothes, with four large pockets on his chest, two on the top and two on the bottom.

Pulling open the fabric on the two pockets, the little hands grabbed the money and candy and put them on both sides, and the action was full of soft and glutinous small voices mixed with the friction of the wrapper, "Brother, the strawberry-flavored toffee is super delicious~"

It seems that I have a soft spot for strawberry-flavored things.

But he drank all her strawberry-flavored milk every week.

Of course he did it on purpose, but now he suddenly feels that he shouldn't be.

Xu Nianyang easily freed up one hand and grabbed her two little hands that were still tossing vigorously, which was cool.

He put everything back in his pocket, rubbed her hands, and tucked them into the small plush gloves hanging in front of her.

"Ruoruo, let's go to the park."

"Hmm." Qingruo looked at him and nodded, one hand was held by him through the glove, and his hand was in the cold wind.

Qingruo changed his position, took his arm, and stuffed his hand into his pocket, which was full of candy, and took out two by the way.

The hands with plush gloves were particularly bulky, and Qingruo didn't peel off the packaging shell twice, and she was so angry that she stared at her face.

Xu Nianyang kept looking at her, touched her hair, grabbed her fluffy fingers with both hands, and led her to tear open the wrapper.

Qingruo fed it directly to his mouth, swallowed his saliva, his eyes were bright and he couldn't hide that he wanted to be anxious, and his voice was polished with a sweet water sound, "Brother, ah~"

Xu Nianyang didn't open her mouth, put the candy in her palm, and put it under her mouth, she wanted to don't start, Xu Nianyang said softly, "I'll eat the next one." ”

The little girl didn't have time to answer, she had already bowed her head and pricked herself in his palm, the warm and humid breath rushed in, her little lips opened in his palm, and her tongue touched his palm when she rolled sugar.

The little girl raised her head with a smile, smashed her mouth and continued to peel the sugar. Xu Nianyang raised his hand to face the sunlight and looked at it, and a shiny one was printed on his palm line.

It seems that people have heard that this line is a lifeline.

Because of the Spring Festival, even the street trees on the street are decorated with joy, and the whole street is red territory as far as the eye can see.

Qingruo wears a red woolen hat, a red scarf, and pink gloves.

After the two of them walked for a while, she turned her head to look at Xu Nianyang.

Xu Nianyang pulled her to avoid the somewhat congested intersection, "What's wrong?" ”

The two of them had just crossed the red street light, and there were not many people on this road, Qingruo stopped, and Xu Nianyang also stopped and turned to look at her.

She was really stupid with gloves, she pulled the gloves and quickly took off the scarf around her neck, and the pigtails she was wearing were pulled back and forth, looking dull and cute.

Xu Nianyang frowned slightly, and the scarf with her body temperature had already wrapped around his neck.

She didn't know how to bring it, she pulled it to the front and tied it directly, and she didn't need to look at Xu Nianyang to know how strange it was.

Qingruo's eyes were full of starlight, he observed his masterpiece, and was satisfied, and nodded with a careless little appearance, "Well, my brother should also have a little red." ”

The roses she bought for three yuan were pinned to the small bag, and at this time she pulled it down and handed it over solemnly, "Brother, give it to you." ”

Xu Nianyang has grown a lot of meat recently, he is not as thin as he used to be, his face is angular, and his mold that has not yet opened is cold and handsome, and he always has an eerie coolness around him, unlike children of the same age, nor like an adult, he feels very disobedient, but he always brings out a gloomy aura.

Now she was surrounded by a scarf that had been messily circled, and she was still holding a rose in one hand, her hair was messy, and she frowned tightly and the shadow of her long eyelashes covered the love at the bottom of her eyes.

Just look at the shape, how stupid you look.

Xu Nianyang raised his hand to straighten her braids, put gloves on her, and put her folded collar up around her neck.

He took her hand and walked on, without saying a word, and the rose broke off the extra branches and put them in his pocket.

Xu Nianyang really didn't think about changing anything, his expectations had already been worn out in three years in prison, or not as early as the age of eighteen, maybe even earlier.

There's no need to dig deeper.

What is it like to be alive? Xu Nianyang doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know.

Beatings, it doesn't matter.

Hunger and cold, in fact, it doesn't matter.

Because in the end, the world will go to hell, and at the last moment, he stood on the top of the dilapidated world's tallest building, with zombies below him who couldn't see the edge, and then, the last bullet in the gun was given to himself, to the last human in the world.

The end of the human world, which had multiplied for thousands of years.

So even if it is reborn, it doesn't need any changes, as usual, and in the end, he is very satisfied with the result and likes it too.

The child was restless, and the little guy he was holding was bouncing around, his fingers rubbing against his palms with fluffy gloves, and his palms were itchy.

Xu Nianyang looked at her sideways, a little unable to imagine what it was like for her to die, or what it would be like to become a zombie.

He frowned, a chill spreading around him.

Qing Ruo was staring at a pet store, and when he turned around, he saw Xu Nianyang's gloomy appearance.

smiled sweetly and shook his hand, "Brother, you have a good look at the cute puppy." ”

Xu Nianyang followed the direction of her finger to look over, in fact, there was no difference, this world in his eyes except for her was a boundless black, buildings, people, animals, plants, all black, like after the end of the world, and like before the world was born.

"Well, it's cute." Xu Nianyang nodded, a soft smile was hooked on the corner of his mouth, and the gloomy aura was instantly moistened like jade.

Qingruo held his arm, half of his body hung on him, and Balabala's soft little voice was chattering to him, "I really want to raise a puppy, but my mother said no, the puppy stinks, the house will stink, and the cake that Qingruo likes will also become stinky." ”

"Stinky?" Xu Nianyang's cold voice was very soft, looking at the small animals in the pet store not far away, smelly? If you like cakes, but you don't like stinky ones.

Xu Nianyang graduated from junior high school, and the Xu family did not let him continue to study in high school, and found him a part-time job in a factory in the suburbs.

It is said that it is a zero-hour worker, but in fact, it is the same as the daily work content of a full-time worker, but because he is young, he cannot sign a labor contract, and can only be counted as a zero-hour worker.

The factory promised to pay an extra 200 yuan a month, but the factory was not responsible for any casualties.

The Xu family agreed.

There is a worker's dormitory in the factory, Xu Nianyang has a bed of cotton wool, a quilt, a pillow, three sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes are all household belongings, and the water cup is a small thermos cup that Qingruo gave him to bring to school, with Y printed on it.

The factory is on the eastern outskirts, an hour's walk to Xu's house.

Go to work at 8 o'clock in the morning and leave work at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, with an hour's rest in between, and the factory provides three meals, which can be full but not eaten well.

He walked for an hour every night to the downstairs of Qingruo's family community, where Qingruo was doing her homework, and sometimes her parents were at home at night, except for weekends, and she was not allowed to go out. Qingruo found a small bamboo basket, wrapped the used scotch tape around the wool, and put it down from the window of the room.

Qingruo's house is on the third floor, and the line needed is not long or short, and a note is placed in a small basket, writing a simple sentence or drawing a very simple pattern, plus a candy or a fruit at home.

Two hours back and forth every day, Xu Nianyang has been gone for four years.

Xu Nianyang is now a head taller than Qingruo.

He wears a black sweater on the inside and a thin black jacket with large lapels on the outside.

It was just October, and the climate in K City was quite mild, but the wind was a little strong in the morning and evening, and Yu Xu Nianyang himself could wear only a single piece, but Qingruo wanted to talk about it when he saw it, so he added a coat.

It was all bought by Qingruo, Xu Nianyang stood at the gate of the community and waited for her, bored and thought about his small dormitory, from the slippers that entered the door, to the toothbrush and toothpaste, either she bought it or two people bought it together, everything has her mark.

The little girl who is already in junior high school has her hair almost to her waist, and the school does not allow her to wear her hair, so she wears a ponytail when she goes to school, and now she puts it down and has a small bulging mark next to her neck, with bright eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth.

The figure was in a trance, and Xu Nianyang seemed to have seen her smile.

She seemed to have always been like this, from the first time she saw him, looking at him in that dirty and narrow alley, she was already looking at him with a smile on her face.

Sure enough, the smile is good-looking and seductive, and the eyes will bite people's hearts.

"Brother~"

"Hmm." Xu Nianyang nodded slightly, waited for her to come closer, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "Is your homework done?" ”

Qingruo made a bitter face, rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away, and walked forward without answering him.

Through the two layers of sleeves, Xu Nianyang's arm dropped slightly, but he didn't feel the body temperature in her palm, and then took a big stride to her side and took her little hand, "Don't be angry." ”

He just said casually that Qingruo would not be angry with him because of such a thing, or that as long as she didn't hurt herself, no matter what happened, she wouldn't be angry with him.

He doesn't need to prove it, he just knows.

The little girl grinned and hooked her fingers with him, and her arms had already climbed over to hold him, half of her body weight pressed against his side, and told him interesting things about this week's school along the way.

Xu Nianyang listened carefully, and from time to time he would ask questions about his interests, and Qingruo would either answer him, or impatiently ignore his questions and continue to talk.

"Ruoruo, my biological father has come to me and wants me to go home with him." Xu Nianyang waited for her to finish speaking before speaking, his footsteps did not stop, and his tone did not change much.

Qingruo exclaimed a little, was stunned for a long time and didn't answer, his hand was held by his body and instinctively followed him forward.

"Brother, do you want to go back?"

Qingruo stopped and turned to ask him.

**

This world,

I only believe in you.

- [Black Box]