Farrell's joy of skipping the Under-13s had not lasted for a few days before his parents quickly brought him unpleasant news.

The fellow workaholics, the Franges, finally decided to part ways after much deliberation.

When the couple made this decision, they rarely found time together to stay at home, rather than busy going their separate ways to various banquets. Then, in front of Farrell, he calmly told him the decision of the two.

It was only at this time that Farrell realized that his parents had already negotiated everything they could discuss. The only thing left was him.

Mr. and Mrs. Frange had only one child under their knees, so both of them wanted custody of Farrell.

The two discussed this for a long time but did not reach a consensus, and finally left the choice to Farrell to see if he wanted to live with his father or his mother.

Farrell has always complained about his parents, who are always busy with work and rarely have time to care about him. But that doesn't mean he wants to see his parents come to such a scene. If he could, he didn't want to make a choice, and he would even prefer his parents to be as busy as ever than to hear such bad news.

And the Franges, who have always been quite strict with Farrell's discipline, have rarely softened their complexions today.

Madame Frange, dressed as an elite strong woman, also said to him in the gentlest tone: "It's okay, you can think about it slowly." We won't force you. ”

Mr. Frange sat aside and nodded in agreement.

Farrell looked at his mother on his left and then at his father on his right, trying to control the tears that had gathered in his eyes, and remained silent without saying a word. Although it seems that his parents let him make his own decisions and care very much about his thoughts, this still does not hide the fact that he was abandoned by his parents. Compared to him, to this family, they are obviously inclined to make themselves comfortable.

Tonight, the Franger family was rarely there, but it seemed quieter than usual when there was no one.

The news brought by his parents made Farrell instantly depressed. The next day, he didn't even want to go to school. This made the Franges quite frustrated, but considering that such a thing did have a bad impact on the child, the couple had no choice but to compliment to Farrell and take a day of sick leave for him to go to school.

The couple stayed at home with Farrell until nine o'clock, when they had to leave the house because they still had work.

Only Farrell and the nanny were left in the house.

Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, it's almost time for Lien Yin to prepare to go to dance school.

Today, when she was about to go out, she was very surprised to see Farrell standing outside the door basking in the sun.

Since Farrell joined the La Masia Academy and has his own jersey, Lian Yin has seen him every time he wears a jersey, but today he didn't wear a jersey, not even a tracksuit, but a simple T-shirt and shorts, as if he would wear a style of home wear at home.

And today's Farrell didn't meet her as soon as he saw her, he didn't even look at her, just stood at the door of the flower shop, as if he was meditating on something, and it seemed to be completely empty. There is a bit of decadence on the small face.

Lian Yin looked at this appearance, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked out of the store.

"Farrell." Lian Yin called his name as soon as he walked out.

Farrell heard the familiar call, and looked up at Lienyin very quickly, but didn't greet her with a smile as usual. He just stared at the legato, quiet as a little sheep.

Lian Yin's heart moved, and he asked him directly: "Farrell, what's wrong with you?" ”

Farrell pursed his lips, as if he wanted to reveal his emotions to her, but after two seconds, he shook his head again, and his mouth tightened even more, like a closed mussel shell.

Such a Farrell is too abnormal. In the past two years of knowing him, except for the two times we just met, Lian Yin He has been treated like this by him. Even if it was certain that there must be something wrong with Farrell, it was not a small matter.

With this affirmation, Lian Yin stretched out his hand and grabbed Farrell's wrist, wanting to take him into the flower shop, and said, "The sun is so big outside, you are not afraid of becoming a little black pig." Come in first. ”

Farrell raised his eyes and looked at the flower shop in front of him, frowned, and immediately took the initiative to take Lianyin's hand in resistance. When Lian Yin turned his head to look at him in confusion, he finally spoke, "I just came to see you, and I'll leave right away." Good bye. After speaking, he let go of the hand holding Lian Yin and said to leave.

Lian Yin saw that he was so relieved to let him go, and looked at his back as he left, Lian Yin immediately said to the flower shop: "Mom, I'm not going to dance school today, you can help me take a day off, thank you." As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately chased after Farrell.

In the flower shop, Lian Ru was packing up her things, and when she heard Lian Yin's voice, she didn't have time to ask what the situation was, but she saw her daughter's hurried figure flashing by.

Farrell didn't look at the road when he fled with his head down, so he didn't realize that he was not leading to Plaça Catalunya, but to the Columbus Monument in the opposite direction.

Lian Yin trotted for a while before catching up with Farrell, pulled him back again, and asked with concern, "Farrell, where are you going?" ”

Farrell was pulled by her, and habitually said, "It's time for me to go home." ”

Lian Yin sighed helplessly, raised his left hand to his cheek, asked him to turn his head to look at the street scene, and said, "But this is not the direction of your house." ”

Farrell looked at the surrounding streetscape, full of confusion. The shops around him didn't seem to be the ones he was used to.

After identifying it for a while, he recognized that this was the direction of Las Ramblas leading to the Old Port, and after knowing his mistake, he hurriedly wanted to turn around, but was dragged by Lian Yin.

Lian Yin said: "Since you want to go in this direction, it is better to continue walking." With that, she dropped the hand that was on his cheek and took his hand instead.

In the next second, Farrell felt the temperature coming from the palm of his hand, and the whole person was in a trance again. But this time, he didn't stop the legato, but followed her footsteps very cooperatively.

The huge parasols stretched out by the canopy of the plane trees brought a lot of shade to the streets, and the rento avoided direct sunlight and led Farrell through the shade.

On the way forward, Lian Yin thought about where to end, and from time to time turned his head to look at Farrell, today's little boy was really surprisingly quiet and surprisingly well-behaved.

Eventually, she led him to the seashore of the Old Port.

In the distance is a line where water meets sky, seagulls fly by in the sky from time to time, the blue Mediterranean Sea in front of him seems to be a piece of oil paint, and the breath in his nose is full of the salty and wet smell of seawater. ”