Looking at the stop sign in D City, it seems as if it was all just a dream.

Six years ago, an immature child, also here, stepped on the train to the north, when the train slowly started, watching the city outside the window gradually drifting away, the child couldn't hold back anymore, sobbing, this city that gave birth to him and raised him, the place that carried all his memories, is now slowly disappearing in front of his eyes, this go, I don't know if I can come back, whether I can see these friends again.

The child watched the scenery change outside the window, passing by one city after another, until he reached his destination.

Cold, this is the child's first impression of the city, the sky is full of snowflakes, the people around are taking pictures, laughing happily, and the snowman on the ground is also so happy. People in the south rarely see snow, yearn for snow, and hope for snowball fights, but when this scene really appears in front of them, the child does not have that sense of freshness and happiness, but shivering with cold, and his teeth keep chattering.

The child meets his new family, his new "father". He was a tall, burly man, with a stubble on his face, and he seemed so friendly, so enthusiastic, and always shushing for warmth.

Looking at this strange room, strange people, the child ran outside the house like crazy, crying as he ran, and the child had only one thought in his heart, to go home. I don't know how long I ran, and the child is exhausted. He was already in the wilderness, but instead of being afraid, he felt a sense of relief and freedom.

The man still found the child, his face finally changed, not friendly, not enthusiastic, and scolded "You keep running, aren't you very good at running, the door is there, if you want to get out, get out immediately", the child was silent, and could only stand stupidly. The child's mother finally couldn't stand it anymore, and quarreled with the man, and then this kind of thing became the norm, they quarreled every day, threw things, and even started to move, the child watched all this silently, and the young heart slowly changed.

The man has a boy born to his ex-wife, and the boy is two or three years younger than the child, but he can bully him for no reason, and even beat him, the child does not resist, and has endured it, the man just often says to the child, "He is still young, you let him more". That's all, the child is slowly getting used to this kind of life, what kind of life is this, who can understand! No one can confide in.

The man is a painter, a half-hung artist, with the character of an artist convulsive, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, violence, the child can only think of these, and the child can't understand how the mother likes this man, so the child's psychology slowly begins to dislike the mother and everything.

A year later, after a big quarrel, the mother finally took the child out of this dirty place and went to seek refuge with the child's uncle, the vice principal of a key middle school.

At his uncle's house, the child finally experienced a trace of the taste of home, the warmth of home, and finally found that he could still feel happy.

In school, due to cultural differences and the fact that the child is a foreigner, everyone hates him and is reluctant to talk to him.

How could the child have imagined that the lively and cute child in D City is not as good as a dog now.

The child is slowly growing up, becoming a teenager, in addition to height and weight, more is the growth of the soul, the child has experienced too much at an age when he should not have experienced many things, the child feels that he has thoroughly seen through human nature, seen through the so-called society, and slowly he hides his heart and becomes a maverick, making people feel unsociable, in their words, this child is a fool. The child later had some friends, but he could no longer feel what it was like to be a friend. I rarely talk to my childhood friends, and I hold everything in my heart or tilt my mood and thoughts through the Internet.

Later, he finally found a vent, fell in love with the guitar, and became obsessed with rock music, probably out of debt to the child, and the child's mother met them one by one.

However, at this time, the child began to rebel, skipping class and confronting the teacher on the Internet, and began endless quarrels with his mother day by day, the child yelled at his mother again and again, how could the child's mother think of the former good boy, how could it become like this.

The child likes to play the guitar in the dead of night, use the melody to express his feelings, use the melody to comfort himself, and becomes an extreme thinking, slightly melancholy guy, the child's friends are fortunately not affected too much by this negative guy.

People think that the child is a troubled teenager and a cold-blooded bastard, but when the child sees stray cats and dogs, the softest part of his heart is deeply stabbed. He felt that he was no different from stray cats and dogs. No family, no home, no feelings, no warmth. All that's there is is a filthy shell.

The child began to like the feeling of being alone, the free life of a person, and after another big fight, the child moved out of the house, taking only the guitar and a backpack with him.

High school, the best age of life, the child is finally not so rebellious, and finally learns how to communicate, the only thing that has not become, is still that heart, which seems to be strong, but is actually fragile.

The child has already reached the ignorant adolescence, and the boy knows that the boy loves it, but he just thinks that it will not belong to him and is not suitable for him.

But then the child had a girlfriend, who met through the Internet, so that he slowly changed, he began to understand humor, in fact, he has always lived a lively person in his heart, and now he feels the warmth, becomes like a normal person, less negative, and even begins to have thoughts to ease the relationship with his mother, but he has not been able to open his mouth.

"Hey", at this time a voice came, interrupting my thoughts, I realized, my eyes were a little moist, well, I didn't cry. I wiped my eyes and saw a sturdy man about 10 meters away, with a big back combed, wearing a black vest, a large colored pants underneath, flip-flops, and small sunglasses.

I recognized him at a glance, and what surprised me was when Xia Zichen became more tasteful, and he wore all the pants and forks.

Xia Zichen stretched out his hands to me, old friends met, a hug was still good, I also stretched out my hands, we were getting closer and closer, closer and closer, when I was about to hug me, there was a snap, and my face also felt hot pain, "Fuck your uncle" I scolded. ", you're embarrassed to scold me, just say it, how many calls have you made to me in the past few months" Xia Zichen took off his glasses and glared at me after speaking.

Thinking about this, I really feel that I am at a loss, and I really didn't fight less. "I said Young Master Xia, why are you messing around, you're wearing big pants, this doesn't look like your style, what about your sportswear?

Xia Zichen touched a handful of his hair before he said faintly, "Brother has changed his style, it's not okay."

We talked all the way towards Xia's house.