An An, who had been silent, nodded desperately at this time.

"Yes, they don't want An'an, An'an is hungry, An'an doesn't want to live on the streets alone."

Liang Fanxin saw An An's extremely frightened appearance, and she was unconsciously moved, she slowly squatted down and carefully comforted An An: "An An, don't be afraid. ”

"If you have a problem with the police, why do you want to bring it back to your home?" Lu Yifan still had an extremely cold expression on his face.

"But she's so pitiful."

An An on the side heard what Gan Yifan said, and her mind was not good, no matter what, she had to find a way to stay by Liang Fanxin and Lu Yifan's side, this is her own task, she has to complete everything she says, but she must not let Lu Yifan hand herself directly into the hands of the police, otherwise everything will be in vain.

She set her eyes on Liang Fanxin, she knew that as long as she caught Liang Fanxin, everything would not be a problem.

So, she burst into tears.

"Big sister, I really don't have a place to go, can you not hand me over to the police? I don't want to go to the orphanage, I just want to be with my sister, and I'll tell my sister a lot of stories, sister, please......"

When Liang Fanxin saw it, he hurriedly lowered his body to appease.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, Big Sister won't hand you over to the police."

She looked at Lu Yifan: "This is the first time I'm begging you, please keep her, can you?" ”

"Yes," Lu Yifan looked at her, "but it's best not to trust other people's words, even if it's a little girl." ”

"You're too vigilant."

Liang Fanxin blinked his eyes and looked at Lu Yifan.

"Then stay." Finally heard what she wanted to hear from his mouth, and Liang Fanxin was suddenly as happy as a child.

She happily grabbed Lu Yifan.

Lu Yifan pulled a little smile on his face, and his tone softened at the same time, but when his gaze inadvertently fixed on the young An An.

He frowned suddenly.

He is not so easy to deceive as Liang Fanxin, this innocent and romantic child on the surface hides too many things in his heart, which is no longer understandable to ordinary people.

An An said, "Thank you, uncle. ”

Lu Yifan did not speak.

——

Few people know her name, but many remember her white shirt. You will often see her in the cafeteria, on the cafeteria road, in the library, on the library road, in the teaching building and other places. A person, dressed in white and snowy, with a simple ponytail, holding a copy of "You Are the April Day in the World" or "The Ordinary World", moves slowly, you may have seen her many times, but you may not notice her presence in the crowd again, she is not beautiful and unassuming.

She likes to pick up those bits and pieces of beautiful words, and likes the kind of indifferent life that has passed away, but she went to a polytechnic school, where there are many future high-tech elites who are quick in thinking, skilled in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and unwilling to be eliminated by society. doesn't like to dress up, lonely like her, not arrogant, not boring, not complaining. The roommates laughed at her for being conservative and not open, she just smiled, not because she didn't understand, but because she understood it too well. She didn't know how other girls were trying to please the young counselor with just an 800 yuan scholarship, an honor and a certificate of merit for a good student.

She loves the old, likes to reminisce, innocent, precocious, safe, her heart lives in a pure old time, old people, old things, old time, that graduation photo, that yellowed diary, that leaf bookmark sandwiched in the primary school Chinese textbook, she carefully treasures. Others say that nostalgia is not good, when a person is immersed in the beauty of memories, and the reality is diametrically opposed. What a painful thing it must be. But for her, nostalgia is a way to purify the soul, quietly blooming and withering, even if the reality is turbulent, the heart is like Bodhi, where is the dust?

Later, when she was about to graduate from undergraduate and had the last four months to go, she fell in love for the first time in her life, and met another young man in a white shirt, wearing Sven's glasses, who spoke neither fast nor slow, and always had a faint smile on his face. An encounter with a graduation thesis opened the prelude to the story, and they met, knew and fell in love with each other in an ordinary way. Although after graduation, she chose to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and he went to the bustling Shanghai, however, every night 'go to bed early and don't think about it' warm text message reminders, every month from Shanghai sent warm letters, three years have not stopped.

Mo Yaya raised her head and saw that it was Wu Lao, and she slowly got up.

"Wu Lao."

"Keep reading your book! I don't affect you. Wu Lao smiled slightly.

She is still extremely patient with Mo Yaya, after all, she still needs her help in the future.

"Elder Wu, can my daughter come back safely?"

She asked An An.

"Don't worry, An An is so clever, she will be safe." Wu Lao said with a smile.

If you knew me in the past, you would forgive me now.

Mo Yaya sighed softly, many things can't go back to the past.

How long has it been?

After the evening self-study, the night enveloped the whole campus, and the faint light of the street lamps was like the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale when she struck the match.

Darkness always gives people infinite fear, and the pitifully small light in the distance seems so insignificant when it is swallowed up by the darkness little by little. The October winds bring a little coolness, but they go deep into the bones.

The light pouring down from the teaching building paved a straight road, and the students followed the route of the glimmer light, in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, and walked step by step in the direction of the dormitory.

Everyone is afraid of the dark, but Mo Yaya is an exception, the darkness is like two children who depend on each other, they are far away from the noise of the mortal world, hiding in the deep corners, comforting each other.

She was immersed in darkness, as if she was receiving a grand bath, and she was refreshed like never before.

Just an hour ago, she saw the boy she liked go back to the classroom holding hands with other girls, and at that moment, she felt that her world had completely collapsed and she was unconscious.

The boy she likes has a very beautiful name, called Su Muran, Su of Suzhou, Mu of Jiamu, and Ran Jingran.

Su Muran is a math genius in the liberal arts class, he has never scored 120 points in every math test, he likes to sleep in class, he cocks his legs after class and counts his toes while doing homework, his head turns very fast, and most of the answers he calculates are correct. Smart and good-looking boys are always surrounded by girls competing for courtesy, Su Muran has a lot of rumored girlfriends, Mo Yaya thought, if one day Su Muran's rumored girlfriend is Xiao Moyaya, how good it would be!

But just a few months ago, her wish really came true. Xinxin, the eldest sister in the dormitory, told him that Su Muran had written her name on her QQ signature. After self-study that night, Su Muran personally asked for her QQ.

She fell in love since then, although Su Muran never confessed, but she knew that he liked herself, and every time he updated his signature, she stayed in front of the computer, this feeling was so real and warm.

Mo Yaya is 17 years old and has never been in a relationship, because no boy likes a lonely and pretentious girl like her, and her friends are pitiful.

She didn't want to do this either, no one ever knew the bitterness in her heart.

After being admitted to Moying High School, Mo Yaya was more silent than before, and wanted to focus on her studies wholeheartedly, studying until one o'clock in the evening, and finally fell asleep in a hazy way, and was woken up by a nightmare not long after she fell asleep, and so on and so forth. I can't sleep well, I don't sleep enough, I don't have enough sleep, I am listless, and I am under a lot of pressure to study, so she often can't help but have conflicts with her classmates at every turn, and some things are really uncomfortable after holding it in my heart for a long time.

She was afraid that the days would go on forever.

There were small raindrops floating in the sky, dripping like tears, and like homeless street children, wandering around, with no one to rely on. Since ancient times, rain has always been a symbol of sorrow, a representative of love, she stretched out her palm in the dark, and the coolness suddenly rushed to her heart.

Not far away, a caring boy ran up to take the girl into his arms and held an umbrella together, so reluctantly.

Mo Yaya smiled bitterly, letting a craze hit her eyes, it turned out that she was a child that no one wanted from beginning to end.

From the day she was sensible, she knew the true meaning of the words "single-parent family", and her mother often said, Mo Yaya, you have to remember that you only have one relative from your mother, and your father died a long, long time ago.

She nodded vigorously, but when she grew up a little, she heard people around her talking about her mother when she was young, she was her father's little lover in the dark, and later gave birth to her.

Mo Yaya went to ask her mother, is what they said true?

Mom was knitting a men's sweater, and when she heard this, she raised her hand and slapped her.

"Who raised you, you will believe whatever others say!"

She didn't dare to ask her mother again, but no children were willing to play with her, and every place she walked by in a wrinkled flower dress, other naughty children threw clods at her, calling her a mongrel.

Mom wants to go to work to make money, she is alone, when she is bullied by other children, she cries, she runs, once she builds blocks at home, several children in the neighborhood don't know where to get out, led by an older child snatched her blocks, and made a triumphant grimace at her.

Mo Yaya watched in amazement as they tossed her beloved toy blocks around, and in a hurry, she knelt down at the door and slammed her head against the door, knocking out blood.

Later, Fat Tiger appears, a distant relative of the neighbor's kids, and he gives her back the blocks they snatched.

He said, little girl, you have to remember that others rob you and scold you, and the more you don't fight back, the more they will intensify, so you must learn to protect yourself like a baby hedgehog.

Mo Yaya remembered his words, that is, from that time on, she learned to fight, who was timid and cowardly.

When I was in the fifth grade, the teacher asked me in class what the word "junior" meant, and one of my classmates raised his hand and replied that he knew.

"Little Three...... Xiao San is like Mo Yaya's mother. ”

Shortly after class, she stopped the boy who had just been talking in class, and without saying a word, she raised a chair and threw it at his head.