Chen Yuyao didn't know how long he had been sitting, he looked at the lawn outside the window, and the sky was getting darker and darker. And he didn't turn on the light, letting the cigarette in his hand flicker and flicker. It's like a ghost fire. And he is an abandoned lonely ghost. The soul has no peace, no home.

At first he learned to smoke, and he didn't have an addiction. Because she doesn't like to smell smoke very much.

In fact, he still doesn't like to smoke. But it is tasteless to inhale, and it is uncomfortable not to suck. That's the beauty of smoke. The wonderful thing is that the experience is not good, but it is hard to quit.

He is not psychologically addicted, but physically.

The results of the paternity test are down.

Jin Qi is not his son.

He didn't expect her to tell the truth. The child really has nothing to do with him. No, it's not that it doesn't matter at all, but it's more intriguing.

Light rain she ......

Suddenly distraught, he pressed the cigarette hard into the ashtray.

In any case, he wants to know the truth.

Even if the child has no blood relationship with him, since he is her son, how can he have nothing to do with him. Since Heaven had brought her back into his sight, how could he not ask?

In any case, they must not be strangers. At least, he can't.

Because once they were a pair of lovers who depended on each other.

Who would have thought that it was her who used affection first, but it was herself who fell into it in the end and couldn't extricate herself.

Before Chen Yuyao was twelve years old, he had never set foot in Jinxi Town. However, the family suffered an accident, and he fell into trouble so far, guarding the old grandfather to live.

On the day Chen Yuyao stayed in Jinxi Town, he still had an impression of the torrential rain.

It was an early summer evening. She moved an old bamboo chair and sat in the open space in front of her house, listening to the rustling bamboo forest wind, flipping through the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" while using her grandfather's Kangxi dictionary to check rare characters.

He was 6 years old at the time of the rain.

She didn't go to kindergarten or preschool. My grandfather used to be a soldier and loved to read books and newspapers, but the "early education" method given to the rain was extremely retro. Because she missed the normal preschool education, she couldn't understand pinyin at all, so that when she just learned English in the future, she also felt that the 26 English letters were "flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog".

As soon as she looked up, she saw Chen Yuyao, her expression was indifferent, and the white shirt on her body was dazzlingly white. He also wears a navy blue tie on his chest. Later, she learned that it was the uniform of the ninth middle school.

Seeing the gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it.

Rushing rain suddenly understood the "Wei Feng Qi Ao" in the "Book of Songs".

If there is a bandit gentleman, you can't be ridiculous!

If you see a teenager like that, you can never forget it.

At that time, it seemed to be standing at the edge of the Qi water, the river bank was meandering in the distance, and the green bamboo pavilion was nearby, and the wind came from all sides.

The heart of the rain can't help but pay tribute to the beautiful scenery of this beautiful day.

She stood up and said to him, "Hello. ”

Chen Yuyao glanced at her indifferently and walked away.

Behind him were some adults transporting things, struggling to move up the hill.

Rushing Yu looked at him with some curiosity, and his eyes kept following Chen Yuyao. He stood on the bluestone slab for a moment before crossing the threshold and entering the house.

She turned around and ran back to her house: "Grandma, grandma." She was a little excited, "Grandpa Chen's house next door is here!" A large group of people, it seems like they are moving! ”

Grandma was burning the fire behind the stove, and she couldn't hear what she was saying at all, so she only raised her voice and asked, "Nannan, do you eat zongzi or glutinous rice balls at night?" ”

Chen Yuyao has lived in Jinxi Town since then.

But Torrential Rain didn't get much of a chance to see him. I got up early in the morning after the torrential rain, and after breakfast, I squatted in the open space in front of my house and wrote big characters with chalk, because my grandfather said that he would send her to elementary school as soon as the summer was over. When she wrote nearly half of the open space, Chen Yuyao didn't get up.

And Grandpa Chen had already sat under the eaves and drank a bowl of porridge in the morning.

At three o'clock in the morning, the torrential rain had retreated to the shade on the edge of the firewood pile under the eaves and sat down, and still did not see Chen Yuyao's shadow.

He didn't leave the house for three days.

It wasn't until the fourth day, when I woke up and saw that the house was empty, that I went to the kitchen by myself. When he lifted the lid of the bulky wooden pot, he found that there was some egg fried rice left for him inside, but it had long since run out of heat.

He didn't care, and put it in a large porcelain bowl.

From the moment the police took his mother away, he had foreseen his life falling apart.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun is not so hot anymore. At this time when he was not embarrassed, he stood under the eaves and enjoyed his first meal of the day.

He blankly put the rice in his mouth, his eyes wandering.

"Your bowl of rice is cold, why are you still eating?" The voice came from the neighbor's little Lori.

Chen Yuyao glanced at her, ignored it, and went back to continue eating his own meal.

"But I heard my grandmother say that eating cold rice often will lead to 'cold rice heads'", she then medled, "Do you know what 'cold rice heads' are?" It's ringworm on the face. ”

He is so good-looking, wouldn't it be a pity if he had ringworm?

Seeing that this warning had no effect at all, Torrential Rain immediately ran back to the house.

Chen Yuyao buried his head in eating again, although the taste is the same as chewing wax, he is no longer qualified to be picky, is he?

"Well, let's eat this." Little Lori is back, still holding a big bowl of plum cabbage and pork in her hand.

Chen Yuyao withdrew his gaze from the plum cabbage button and cast it into the distance.

"It's still hot." Torrential rain said.

After a while, she understood that it was not a question of whether it was hot or not, it was that Chen Yuyao didn't want to deal with her at all.

She was a little depressed, and was about to leave with interest, but she heard the young man speak: "No, I'm full." ”

"Oh," said Rushing Rain, seeing that he was willing to take care of himself, "you don't need to eat too much when you're full, just taste a piece." ”

Chen Yuyao annoyed her and waved his hand at her, "Go away, little brat." ”

Rushing Rain didn't get angry, took the bowl back, and replied very seriously, "I'm not what you think is a little kid." ”

She still likes to carry her little bench in the early morning and sit in the open space in front of her house. I often hold a half-new book and read it.

Chen Yuyao slowly felt that this little girl was different.

But after that day, she seemed to be a little angry with herself, and didn't come over to talk again.

One morning, when he woke up with a dry nose, he went to the pool where the two houses shared, picked up a hose and poured it on his face.

As soon as he lowered his head, there were wisps of blood flowing in the pool.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart, damn sand nose.

Her voice came to her ears: "Ah! You've got a nosebleed! ”

He didn't bother with her. She flicked the silver bracelet up from her hand and tiptoed her hand to pull his head.

"What are you doing?" He asked, and a section of water pipe in his hand rose as he spoke, spraying her with a soaking wet.

She was startled and didn't say anything for a long time.

He's not actually angry, it's more inexplicable. He glared at her, only to find that she had just been sprayed into a soup chicken by himself, and the little flower skirt was wrinkled together and stuck to his body.

It became more and more obvious that her head was bigger, her face was flushed, and her big black and white eyes looked at him without blinking.

"What do you think you want to do?" There is more helplessness than questioning. He covered his nose with one hand, his eyes were still cold, but there was no hostility anymore.

She pointed to the bright red blood droplets on his clothes, "You have to tilt your head and pat it with cold water to stop the bleeding." ”

He had fully understood her intentions by now, and was surprised by her age but spoke in a clear manner, but he couldn't help but take a step back, "What are you doing with my business?" Turning around, he looked back and saw that she was still standing there, "Go back and change your clothes." I don't care if I catch a cold. ”

"I'll help you stop the bleeding and change it. Otherwise, you will have to change it again when it gets wet. Without waiting for him to react, she ran back to the door of her house, moved the small stool, and instructed him, "You sit down." ”

It stands to reason that he should have walked away like last time, but he glanced at the bow on her braid, which was now pulled down because of the dampness, and sat down on the stool silently listening to her words.

"Don't keep your head down, just tilt your head to stop the bleeding." Her voice rang out again.

He turned his head to glare at her, but tilted his head back again. Then her little hand clasped it together with the cold water. Bang bang bang, bang.

"Alright." She said, "Look at it." ”

He leaned on his back for a long time, and his neck was sore. I moved, and found that the nosebleed really stopped.

"Next time you flow again, remember not to bow your head and wash, you can't stop coming to me to help you." She said empathetically.

Is it true that he has no common sense at all? He didn't make a sound, thought about it and let out a "hmm" in his throat.

She laughed, "Then I'll go back and change my clothes." ”

He looked at her little figure walking home, and couldn't help but say, "Hey! Your bench! After a pause, he quickly said, "Thank you." ”

She came over and lifted the small bench, "My name is Jin Qiangyu." You can call me Xiaoyu. ”

"Little yǔ?" There was surprise in his eyes, and there was a little warmth, "Which 'yǔ' are you?" ”

"Rain, rain." She looked up at him, "What's your name?" ”

"Chen Yuyao."