Are new planets so easy to spot?

Cheng Ji couldn't help but look up and examine the future astronomer, seeing the confidence and joy in her eyebrows when she talked about the planets, which was quite vivid.

"The physics exchange will be next weekend, I will go on Friday, and I will go for three days with a train ticket at 3 p.m."

Cheng Ji lowered his head and continued to write and draw on the paper, he drew a circle with the first stroke, and drew a halo with the second stroke: "What did you tell me about?" ”

Lin Hemiao said honestly: "Report the itinerary." ”

She was too defenseless against him.

Cheng Ji stopped: "Why are you so unvigilant." His tone suddenly became serious, "Don't tell any strange people of the opposite sex about your whereabouts, you have to remember that there are many jackals, tigers and leopards in this world, especially men, who like to bite a simple and deceitful little girl like you." ”

Lin Hemiao didn't seem to understand, and only said: "I'm not easy to deceive." ”

Cheng Ji stretched out his legs, leaned back in the chair, and the pen turned between his fingers: "How did the scar on your hand come from?" ”

He didn't say anything before and after, and asked inexplicably.

Lin Hemiao looked at his wrist: "I don't remember, I had it when I was very young." ”

Syllable!

The pen in Cheng Ji's hand fell on the table, and he licked his teeth: "It was bitten by a wolf." ”

The scar on her right wrist was so shallow that it was no longer visible, but it was actually a tooth mark.

Not easy to deceive?

If she can't deceive, can she have that scar on her hand?

"Let's go back." Cheng Ji didn't care that her eyes were full of doubts, and directly issued an eviction order, "Go back and study hard." ”

Lin Hemiao stood for a few seconds: "Goodbye, Cheng Ji." ”

She said goodbye and went downstairs.

Cheng Ji picked up the pen again, looked down at the drawings, and was stunned, what did you draw? How does it look like a planet, he looked at it carefully for a while, and tore the paper.

The phone that was placed aside rang, caller ID: 1988.

That's the name of the bar.

Cheng Ji answered the phone, with a woman's delicate voice in his ears, and the heavy metal music of the bar: "Isn't it Bundy?" Why haven't you come yet? ”

He remembered, he had just made an appointment with someone.

"I'm not going."

The woman was coquettish on the phone: "I've put on all my makeup, come out." ”

Cheng Ji touched the flame-like black tattoo behind his ear: "Miss, I have a life suggestion that I want to listen to?" ”

"What life advice?"

He said in a cynical tone: "Girls should study more and play less with people like me." ”

"What kind of person are you?"

He thought for a moment and summed it up in one sentence: "The kind of person who made an appointment with you but couldn't remember your last name or anything." ”

“……”

It was almost dark outside the house, there were no colorful neon lights on Huaqiao Street, only two rows of light-controlled street lamps along the street, one person under the lamp, two shadows, one street lamp, and one sunset.

Rongguanguan ate dumplings and crab roe xiaolongbao for dinner, and his brother took him to eat in the store, and he ate a basket of dumplings and a drawer of xiaolongbao alone.

"Have you eaten enough?"

Rong Guanguan touched his stomach and was very satisfied: "I'm full." ”

Rong Li took out two napkins for him, drank the remaining small half bottle of beer, and he pulled out his chair and got up: "I'll go to check out, you sit here and don't move." ”

"Good~"

There are a lot of customers in the shop, and the owner and the proprietress are busy.

Outside the store, there was a boy sitting not far from the door, he was sitting on the ground, he couldn't see his height, he looked like he was about seven or eight years old, his clothes didn't fit, like an adult's coat, very dirty, very shabby, it was almost winter, he was still wearing sandals, and his legs were turned out at strange angles.

He was a street kid with leg problems and begging on the streets.

"Auntie, it's okay, give some money, two pieces of money is fine."

The middle-aged woman who passed by glanced at him in disgust and quickened her pace.

The boy moved on the ground and extended his hand to another young girl: "Sister, it's okay, give me some money." His hands were skinny, because he had to crawl on the ground, his nails were dirty, and his palms were broken, "Sister, I haven't eaten for a day." ”

The young girl seemed to be in a hurry to get home and had no patience: "I don't have change. ”

He hurriedly said: "It's okay to scan the code." ”

The girl was instantly upset and looked at him with disdain: "Liar, you? ”

He anxiously defended: "I'm not a liar. ”

But the girl didn't believe it: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you can learn what to pretend to be lame and cheat money." ”

Passers-by listened and pointed their fingers.

The begging boy lowered his head, his hands trembling as he propped himself on the ground.

It is cold in late autumn, and people's hearts are also cold, what can be done, there are tourists in Xiangyun Town in all seasons, there are many children who sell bootlegged cigarettes with bags on their backs, and there are also many children who sit on the ground and stretch out their hands to ask for money.

Rong Li finished settling the account: "Rong Guanguan, let's go." ”

Rong Guanguan climbed down from the stool: "Brother, what did you pack?" ”

"Dumplings, for you to be breakfast tomorrow."

"Oh."

There were many customers coming and going in the store, and it was crowded, and Rong Li took him out with a packing box in one hand and Rong Guanguan's hat in the other.

"Brother," as soon as they went out, the begging boy stretched out his hand to Rong Li and rubbed his palm, "give me some money, please." ”

Rong Li glanced at him, withdrew his gaze, and then left with Rong Guanguan as if nothing had happened.

Rong Guan Guan kept turning back.

"Brother, that little brother is so pitiful."

Rong Li's tone was indifferent and ethereal, as if coming from afar: "It has nothing to do with us." ”

Rong Guanguan frowned, his expression was very worried: "His leg is also injured." ”

"I said," Rong Li raised his voice, "it has nothing to do with us. ”

Rong Guanguan was taught by Su Min to be very kind, even if he had seen the darkness, his eyes were still full of light. He grabbed Rong Li's sleeve and shook it gently: "Brother, can't you give him a little money?" ”

Rong Li suddenly stopped, looked up, and looked across the street.

On the stall of the noodle shop opposite sat a middle-aged man, who was staring at the begging child, looking irritated and dissatisfied.

Rong Li didn't look back, didn't look at the kid, his eyes were frosty, and he was cold: "If his goal today is two hundred, after reaching the amount, tomorrow's goal will become four hundred, do you think what he needs is money?" ”

Rong Guanguan was confused: "Brother, what are you talking about?" I don't understand. ”

Rong Li stood in place, his eyes empty.

The winter of that year was very cold, and before the wax moon, there was a heavy snow of goose feathers, and a thick layer of snow white covered the dirty garbage dump.

Cardboard boxes and household garbage were piled up in a crowded container, and there was a small open space in the middle, and there were three children on the ground, the older one was in his teens, and the younger one was only five or six years old.

The five- or six-year-old boy was holding a bowl full of five-cents coins, and he shuddered his hands as he handed the money to the man who was picking his teeth next to him.

The man was in his forties, tall and strong, and he glanced at the coins in the bowl: "Why is it so little?" ”

Still a girl, dirty and unrecognizable, she said timidly, "I...... I'm not lazy. ”

The man didn't say a word, and kicked up: "Continue for me tomorrow, if you can't meet my standards, see if I don't kill you!" The girl curled up on the ground, whimpering in pain, and the man scolded him for a long time before he poured the coins into a red plastic bag, turned to the other child and asked, "What about yours?" ”

It's a teenage boy.

He sat on the ground and couldn't move below his knees. He took out all the money that was hidden in his clothes and put it on the ground, ten pieces and twenty pieces.

The man was satisfied: "Not bad." He took a steamed bun from the table and threw it to him, "Continue to work hard tomorrow, and at least give me at least five hundred yuan to come back, you know?" ”

The boy didn't say a word, staring at the steamed bun on the ground.

The man slapped him directly: "Did you hear that?" ”

He raised his head, his eyes numb: "I heard it." ”

The man let him go, bent over to pick up the money, and as he picked it up, he stretched out a fat hand and dragged the girl who was huddled behind the table and missing an arm.

"Take out yours."

The girl couldn't walk either, squirming on the ground, trembling with fear: "No, no." ”

"No?" The man pinched her chin, "People don't want to give money, it seems that you are not pitiful enough to cut off a hand again?" ”

The children were all trembling, but the boy who had reached the standard was still expressionless, and he had a pair of beautiful almond eyes, but there was no light in them.

It was ten-year-old Rong Li.