"Why doesn't your mother take you home?"

"I don't have a mother."

"Huh? Why don't you have a mom? We all have it. ”

Faced with the innocent questions of his childhood friends, the young Huang Xiaobei rubbed his nose.

"If you don't have a mother, you don't have a mother, you don't know it, you don't have to go to bed so early every day without a mother, you can watch TV as long as you want, you don't have to wash your hands often, your clothes are torn, you don't need to make up for it, just buy a new one, hehe, how good."

"Wow, you're so nice, you can do whatever you want."

Facing the envious eyes of his friends, Huang Xiaobei straightened his waist and smiled proudly.

"yes, I think I'm good, too."

A gentle call rang out from behind the children.

"Xiaobao has gone home for dinner."

"Xiao Lin is going to do his homework after eating."

"Ah, it's not good, mom is here, Xiaobei, let's play together tomorrow."

In the blink of an eye, the sand of the park was gone, leaving only rows of immature footprints.

The mothers held their children's dirty hands, complaining and helplessly saying, "What time is it, look at your dirty body." ”

All the children were taken home by their parents, and in the blink of an eye, only one child was left on the sand, which was still full of children playing.

The little boy was very beautiful, and his big eyes looked like a girl's.

Looking at the writhing bodies of his friends when they were taken away by their parents, and looking at the gentle looks on their parents' faces, the little boy squatted on the ground and watched quietly.

After looking at the direction of his house for a while, and making sure that no one would come to pick him up, the little boy stood up, put his dirty little hands in his pockets, lowered his head, and left.

In his mouth, he muttered quietly.

"yes, I think it's good, too."

A small figure, walking alone on the road, under the sunset, the immature back is sprinkled on the golden ground.

Huang Xiaobei looked at himself silently when he was a child.

Then he shook his head.

Nothing, really nothing, I don't care, I understand.

The eye house is very good to me, unimaginably good, and one person wants to carry the good of two people.

He was very tired, very tired, and sometimes I wondered if I had dragged him to death, and sometimes I even wondered if he would have lived a few more years without me.

Life, my life is like this, I can't blame anyone.

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"Hehe, let me tell you a joke, that is, there was such a person in the past, he ......"

"Hey, hey, aren't you annoying, this joke was told yesterday by Zhang Chong in the next class, what else are you talking about, it's not interesting at all."

"That's it, you'd better talk about something else interesting."

Huang Xiaobei lowered his head.

"I won't do anything else."

"Cut, boring."

Huang Xiaobei raised his head cheaply and smiled very badly.

"Then I'll tell you something else, it's very interesting, it's really interesting."

No one was paying attention to him, and a few people were just waving their hands in response.

Huang Xiaobei's eyes were a little lower, and then he smiled and came to the side of his classmates.

Huang Xiaobei looked at him with disdain.

It's so cheap, people don't want to deal with him at all, he still has to lick his face and go up, it's really ridiculous.

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"Come on, play games, play games, Xiaobei, are you still missing someone?"

Huang Xiaobei didn't say a word, rolled up his sleeves and said.

"Then I have to come, you don't know if I play this, it's definitely ......"

"Well, can you bring me one?"

More than a dozen eyes fell on Huang Xiaobei's body.

"Haha, the three good students must bring it, Xiaobei, you wait for the next round."

"Yes, yes."

Huang Xiaobei stood aside with a smile, and there was no loss between his eyebrows, only a silly smile.

Huang Xiaobei snorted coldly.

I knew what he was thinking, and although I felt uncomfortable, I was afraid of being excluded by everyone, so I didn't dare to be overly excited.

Even he felt that this was the treatment he deserved!

I'm such a bad person, if only everyone could play with me, wait a little longer, it's nothing.

The smile on Huang Xiaobei's face became even colder.

"Come on, play games, play games, Xiaobei, are you still missing someone?"

Huang Xiaobei patted his chest and said.

"Then I have to come, you don't know if I play this, that's definitely ......"

"Well, can you bring me one?"

This time, before others spoke, Huang Xiaobei was the first to come to the side of the three good students.

"Hey, hey, I said that I took the initiative to learn and learn with good students, hey, it's good to be a good student to play."

Can you be sincere in your insincere words? Hehe, you're really cheap.

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"Today I'm going to play guitar for everyone, a song for everyone in the sky."

Under the eyes of everyone, he thought he was playing well.

"Huh."

The first snickering sounded.

He played a wrong note, and a cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"Hehehe."

A second snickerer rang out.

He unconsciously stopped and smiled.

"Hahaha."

More laughter rang out.

He also stood on the stage and laughed.

Huang Xiaobei looked indifferently at the guy who was smiling humbly.

He just followed everyone's wishes so naturally, turned himself into a pure joke, and let himself stride forward on the funny road.

By the end, no one was talking anymore, everyone was laughing.

He carried his guitar and stood on the podium with a wooden voice, listening to the laughter, and laughing along with himself.

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This is him, this is the disgusting me I used to be.

Look at how cheap he is, look how disgusting he is.

I also want to pretend that I don't know anything, and go back to my uncle's house to hang out with him for the rest of my life, and I also want to forget the person who squatted in the corner in the past, but I can't forget it, even if Carl doesn't mention it, I will still remember him.

After my dad died, the man who would only crouch in the corner haunted me like a ghost.

Why can't I forget him? Why can't I forget about him and start life again?

Because of him, hateful!

Yes, hateful, he is really, very hateful.

I don't know when I started to see my former self not only naïve, but also disgusted.

I hate my past self so much, I hate him in the past so much that I can't even wait to beat him up myself!

But the more annoying I was, the more he appeared in front of me.....

Why bother him? Because he did it himself, because everything was completely his own doing!

He's just a piece of rubbish, just a piece of trash, just a joke!

Of course, I'm not, so I can annoy him, I can hate him! I hate to see him again!

But it didn't work, it didn't work, the guy who disgusted me, the guy who disgusted me, still appeared in front of me all the time.

Am I extreme? No, it should be said that he is extreme, it is that he is too extreme, I just ......

I don't know why I hate him and want to live according to his ideas, I don't know, I really ......

Huang Xiaobei hugged his knees and stared at his toes in a low voice, and suddenly, he raised his head slightly, as if he remembered something.

By the way, if memory serves, the man crouching in the corner seems to like to watch the door.

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Clutched on his knees, crouched in the corner, staring at the door.

Will someone knock on the door?

Well, a knock on the door? Who will it be? Daddy...... Forget, the eye house is gone.

Oh, I'm here to urge the property fee, well, the eyes are good, quite sympathetic, but why do I always feel that kind of look disgusting.

Forget it, it's nothing to urge the property fee, so can you talk to me a few more words? Don't say comforting words, the more you comfort me, the more you feel that you are hypocritical.

Say something else, such as whether you have eaten, whether you have slept, etc., don't say anything about mourning, take care, it's annoying.

Huang Xiaobei looked at his past self and laughed.

He's really hard to serve, he wants to do it and doesn't want to, it's just a collection of contradictions.

Looking at the door, expecting a knock, expecting comfort, but hating that comfort.

Why are you so hard to serve? You're really just on your own.

Yes, he is only suitable for himself, and the best ending for a guy like him is actually to die in loneliness, and only Dugu is with him before he dies.

How nice.

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I am also a collection of contradictions, disgusted with my past self, but involuntarily living according to his ideas.

A person dies of loneliness, and all that accompanies him before death is loneliness, how naïve.

I really hate my former self, but what should I do?

I don't know.