Pu Shaohan did not have a "father" in his memory, and he never knew the meaning of this word, he had only seen other people's "fathers" in books, which were cold and full of ink, and he didn't like them at all.

"It doesn't matter if you have a father or not." He usually thinks like this, and he also knows that he is just deceiving himself by thinking like this.

"Mom, do I have a dad? Where did he go? Five-year-old Pu Shaohan pulled the corner of his mother's clothes, looking at the unique bright moon in the night sky, there was no mist, no extra stars, shivering quietly, and his heart was cold.

"Where did he go?" Mother also wanted to know the answer, but she didn't know, and she didn't want to know, even if she already had the answer in her heart.

The mother endured the sourness that flashed in her heart, smiled and stroked Pu Shaohan's round little head, "He went to a far away place, a place we don't know, and it is said that the moon seen there is reflected in the blue sea." ”

"He's going to come back someday, someday he will." The mother stared at the lonely moon, her smile had frozen, and she caressed Pu Shaohan's hand but did not stop for a moment.

"It's weird." Pu Shaohan noticed his mother's abnormal behavior, but he knew that his mother must have some special reason and was unwilling to talk to him, and he also had a faint premonition that contrary to his mother, his father would not come back.

He held the book and blocked half of the moon, "dazzling." ”

Perhaps it was the influence of his family that caused him to be extremely sensitive, so that he did not easily trust others and did not know how to make friends, making him an outlier among his peers. Splashing water on his face, throwing rotten eggs, pointing at his nose and calling him a "mongrel", he didn't hide, he didn't resist, he just blocked his ears and shrunk into a ball in place, let them scold and beat him.

This situation went on for a long time, and my mother, of course, knew that for the first time, she had raised her slap to the twelve-year-old.

"Why don't you fight back?" His mother forced him to raise his head to face his anxious eyes, and he covered half of his face, closed his mouth, and did not speak.

"Do you want to talk about it?" When his mother saw that he did not open his mouth, she picked up the broom and was about to snatch the door out.

"Don't! I say! Pu Shaohan dragged his mother's arm and pulled it in, crying hysterically while dragging: "Let me fight back?" Does it work for me to return my hand? The fat man I beat last time told almost all the children on the street where they lived, that he was beaten by a white-covered mongrel, told them not to come near me, said that my disease was terminally ill and contagious, and that people with terminal illnesses were crazy, but I had to pass through their street every day after school, and they blocked me and didn't let me pass, forcing me to go home only by detouring to the cemetery! Say you care about me, but you don't know anything! Every day you can only work work work work, don't you know how to heal diseases? Why can't I be cured? I had never seen my father, and my mother was like a stranger who cared about anything but food and clothing! Why, why, why should I live? ”

Pu Shaohan said the longest sentence he had ever said in more than ten years as if he was crazy, crying mixed with a slightly hoarse voice, I don't know whether he was tired or tired, he sat on the ground weakly, motionless.

"Boom!" The broom was thrown aside by his mother, and that night, his mother held Pu Shaohan tightly in her arms, and both of them cried for a long time and were speechless all night.

After that, his mother took him to move, and he never forgot the memory of the day before the move, not because he finally had to get rid of the disgusting stinky little ghosts, but because he had met a girl.

I love the night and the flowers that bloom at night. For him, sunlight is like poison, and if I don't take care of it, I can suffer from irreversible diseases, and I prefer quiet nights to the noise of the day.

The cool evening breeze blows through a flower garden full of nightshade, bringing a refreshing fragrance, which is a kind of peaceful, unrestrained calmness, and all the uneasiness seems to disappear with the wind and the fragrance of flowers.

I enjoyed being alone until the night before the move, when a pair of immature hands slapped me on the shoulder, that I first felt the meaning of "friendship", and that night, I talked to someone other than my mother for the first time.

"I've been watching you for a long time, you come to this flower garden almost every night to see the flowers, it's just a plain little flower, what's there to see?" The girl pouted, fiddling with the stems of the nightshade.

"I like it not because it's good-looking, but because of its habits, calm, peaceful, and indisputable."

The girl was silent for a long time, half loud, before she said indignantly: "Cut, what's so good about that?" It's not that I don't want to fight with others, it's that I can't, just like me. She glanced at her legs and walked in front of me, her staggering steps that made me quickly aware of the abnormality.

"It's ugly," the girl laughed at herself.

"I'm sorry." I realized something was wrong and immediately apologized to her, but she didn't seem to care much and asked me, "Your skin is also caused by some kind of disease, right?" ”

My face changed, and I suddenly remembered that I shouldn't have lost my temper with a stranger, and I held back my dissatisfaction, and reluctantly replied, "Yes." ”

"You care?" The girl winked playfully at me. "Actually, some things are good to get used to, why do people have to live as others expect?"

"Of course I know, but I can't." I looked into her starry eyes, and perhaps, I was the only one who couldn't adjust to the light.

"Shall we work together? Actually, I also decided to come out alone after a long struggle, and before that, I didn't want to touch anyone, and I didn't want to see the light. The girl paused for a moment and continued to chatter: "But I think I have to come out once today anyway, and tomorrow I will have to move, and I will never see those people again, which is good." ”

I wondered, "It's the first time we've met, why are you saying so much to me?" ”

"Maybe it's because I empathize, I can't help but say so much."

The girl didn't tell Pu Shaohan that she actually saw those bastards bullying him a few days ago, but because of her cowardice, she didn't dare to step forward. It is precisely for this reason that the girl does not want to look directly into Pu Shaohan's eyes.

"Why don't we formally introduce each other tonight?"

Although I was a little resistant in my heart, in view of the fact that this girl did not have any attitude of rejecting me, she took the initiative to talk to me, and I said my name with a hint of "thanks".

"My name is Pu Shaohan."

"My name is Wei Zhen."

Since then, he has never seen Wei Zi again, after a long time, the original strong obsession has become an occasional miss that touches the scene, he has not forgotten her, but her face has become more and more blurred in his memory. He knew that there would be more encounters in the future, and in order to prevent himself from forgetting those precious memories, he decided to write them down with a pen, which is the original intention of his novel.

In the beginning, he put a lot of thought into it, he took a lot of references to the personalities of the people he cherished the most, and in order to make the characters he wrote more realistic, he even added himself, so that when the fictional characters were combined with the fictional scenes, a real, emotionally infused story came to life.

But as his studies intensified, the number of times he started writing gradually decreased, until he forgot it, and he didn't know where the manuscript had been collected, and no one would remember it except for the characters in the story.

Pu Shaohan felt guilty for them, he owed them an ending, but it was okay to do so, at least they no longer belonged to anyone.

"Hey, Brother Pu, what do you want?" Shiraishi slapped me so hard that I almost threw off the mooncake I was holding.

I'm still a little confused, "Oh oh, no, I thought about something." I took a bite of the mooncake and tried to hide my panic.

Shiraishi raised a subtle smile, what was I thinking, how could he not know? When I finally got the information about my father's disappearance from my mother, I told Shiraishi as soon as possible.

But I don't know anything about his family, but looking at his face, I always have a sense of déjà vu, maybe I saw him somewhere before high school.

"Don't think so much about sad things, look at the sky."

"The moon is beautiful." He looked at the sky and overlapped the mooncake with the moon.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew with the familiar scent of flowers, but it made me shiver with cold.

For a moment, my heart seemed to be empty, was it a reminder of who I had lost?

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