The semester of high school is almost over, but so far, Wu Ci and I have not spoken a word, because from time to time, there is a shadow about Cen Li.

For example, he no longer eats some hamburgers and fries, he should eat chopped pepper fish heads, he no longer wears some strange accessories, he no longer sprays cologne, and uses the most natural fragrance, and it is also the lemon that Cen Oak used to love. That's right, I'm so obsessed with the smell that reminds me of Quercus sinensis, and when I close my eyes and see the darkness in front of me, it's the security I need.

However, he is a witch, not Cen Li.

Besides, I know exactly what he looks like. The near-perfect appearance of the witch word resembles a ceramic doll in the window, flawless and impeccable. Ke Cen oak, complete Chinese. The appearance of the two is completely different, and it is impossible to overlap. So, this is my sobering agent.

Perhaps, as Wu Ci once said, I just didn't resist him, and I didn't think about the next step. Besides, the person I had been waiting for all this time had not yet returned.

The first year of high school is completed, and the next two months of summer vacation are coming.

I didn't want to stay at home, I said this to my mother, and she asked me where I wanted to go, and I said, Yunnan.

A week later, I got on the train to Yunnan, and I was alone. The scenery along the way was stunning, and the mood was much better. I'm here not for the only purpose of playing, but because I want to see Cen Li's grandmother. After Cen Li left, my grandmother insisted on going back to her hometown, and my mother and I persuaded her many times, but to no avail.

I took another five hours by car from Dali and finally arrived at my destination. It is a small cottage tucked away between mountains and rivers, and it is also a local scenic spot.

By the time I found the inn, it was already dark.

It's been going around like this for a month. I stayed in Yunnan for a month, probably because my grandmother said that Cen Li had returned. How happy I was to hear this! But the grandmother said that she had bad eyes and didn't see her appearance clearly, but the boy said that he was Cen Li. He would come every day to talk to my grandmother, talk about my childhood, and mention me.

But one day, on the way to my grandmother's house, I saw a boy who was carrying a travel bag, a peaked cap, a red plaid shirt, and canvas shoes. I strode after him, but I disturbed him. He ran away without looking back. But I just broke down and sat on the ground and cried, was it useless? That's obviously Cen Li, right? Why run away? I cried because of this, but it wasn't because it hurt, it was because my heart hurt.

He, doesn't he want me anymore?

yes, he just doesn't want me anymore. That's what I thought to myself.

So, I stayed here for a month, halfway through the vacation.

But never, I saw him a second time.

What's even more speechless is that the witch word actually came, and when he came, he came, and he stuck to me all day long, saying that he wanted me to be his tour guide.

The guy opened the room next door to me and cheekily greeted me, "We're neighbors." “

I endured the pain and limped back to my room. I wondered if he didn't ask me how my foot hurt. However, since he didn't ask, I didn't need to talk about it.

Now the only thing I want to do is hurry home, but I have to wait until my feet are healed. Otherwise, Mom will be worried.

However, providence always goes against people's wishes, and my mother called me and said, "Cen Li's mother is back." “

waited for three years, but waited for Wu Qiaoqiao, I don't know whether it was joy or sadness, she forcibly took Cen Li away, and now she is back, what about Cen Li? Mom said that it was only his mom who was alone. But I packed my bags and went back immediately, without calling a witch word, of course.

She's still like that, not much changed from three years ago, bewitching and coquettish. Large, exaggerated sunglasses cover most of his face.

She sat on my couch and I limped over.

She got straight to the point, "What about my son?" She lifted her chin and looked condescending. Didn't you take it away three years ago? Aunt? "Are you pretending not to know, or are you really not knowing?" She took out a photo from her bag and threw it on the coffee table, pointed to the photo and asked, "Don't know?" “

How could it not be recognized? It's a witch word! Is he Wu Qiaoqiao's son? And what about Cen Quercus? "To tell you the truth, I only have one son, named Wu Ci, who was called Cen Li three years ago," she frowned, "This kid is not sensible, and he finally let him go to work after plastic surgery, and he even secretly hid money to return to China, which is really underestimating him." “

I don't know how I listened to the rest of the story, but I was on the verge of a breakdown.

Plastic surgery, insults, beatings, captivity, playthings

No one knows how he survived when he was only fourteen years old, but how can Wu Qiaoqiao do this? In three years, three years, he has changed from a pure teenager to a plaything in the eyes of others, a plaything that others only possess, he is a man, but he has to deal with different men every day

What is my mood at this time?

I'm starting to worry about Wu Ci, will he be caught back by Wu Qiaoqiao? Insulted again? I don't want that, I'm going to him, I'm going to hold on to him.