I didn't like this place, not at all. I always felt like there was something in this town that I couldn't understand.

By the way, my name is Ye Bu Si, and my former friends always warmly call me 'Ye Wu Si', and it is said that I am only one surname away from the name of this legendary martial arts celebrity.

But I'm not speechless at night, at least, I don't know martial arts.

Attention, why do I say my former friends. It's simple, it's very simple, because I moved, because of my father, who just moved to this town today.

As I just emphasized, I don't like it here, this town always exudes an eerie and mysterious atmosphere in my eyes.

But what can I do, after all, I'm just a ten-year-old child studying in a private school, and I don't have any say in the family. Forget it, isn't there an easy-to-understand truth in textbooks that 'if you come here, you will be safe'?

I am a well-behaved child, at least in the eyes of my parents, very obedient, smart and eager to learn, and my grades are always at the top of the academy. In their opinion, changing the environment and changing the private school is not a big deal for my life at all.

So I came with my parents. My father's name is Ye Renxing, and he was born into a large family, and for some inexplicable reason, he was somehow going to open a grocery store here. It is said that Daddy is also a very martial arts name. I guess, I'm afraid he absolutely liked to read the autobiographies of some heroes in his childhood, and he was quite poisoned, and after I was born, I simply found the names of the characters in the book, scribbled them, and my name was born.

I'm sorry, I instigated a little. Let's move on to the town. In fact, it is very beautiful, at least my wife is full of praise. I'm sorry, but by the way, I would like to introduce my mother, her name is Ziwei. It's funny, but the old lady is not as poetic and beautiful as her name, just a very ordinary professional housewife. I'm 27 years old this year, and I'm pretty well maintained, but I've had a little hair recently.

She was now excitedly directing the old servant to move the furniture into the new house. I was standing about five meters away from my new house, bored on a swing by the grass. The new home is a large old house, and it has a garden about a quarter of land.

Compared to the crowded buildings in the capital, there is nothing I should be dissatisfied with. At least I could have a bigger and more comfortable room. But I wasn't excited at all.

It seems to be off topic again. Forgive me, it's my June 21st birthday, Rooster. Rooster people just love to go off-topic. Continue with an introduction to the town.

This town has a very uncomfortable name - Blackwater. It is said that the origin of the name comes from the large lake in the middle of the town. If you take it literally, the lake should be dark. Unfortunately, on the contrary, the water of the lake is very clear and environmentally friendly, and the afternoon sun shines on the surface of the lake, sparkling, and if you look closely, you can see many schools of fish swimming in the lake.

This is an impossible view in the city where I used to live.

Maybe some people will scold me for not being satisfied, in such a good environment, what is there to be dissatisfied? However, liking or disliking is not something that can be changed by material conditions, it is a thought, an emotion. If this kind of stinky fart is heard by adults, it will definitely scoff at it. They will say, 'Big kids know what emotions are.'" ’

However, coincidentally, I was a very emotional child. I just don't like it here. The scenery is beautiful, but I just have a feeling of depression. The feeling of pressing on my heart was heavy and uncomfortable.

So I pulled the corner of my mother's clothes and asked cautiously: "Mother, can I not live here, I want to go back." ”

"What's wrong with you?" The mother seemed surprised. After all, I've always been a good kid, and I've never made such a 'excessive' request since I was a child.

"I'm not very comfortable, I don't like everything here." I frowned, and I didn't look like an eleven-year-old at all.

"It's a big ghost, good girl, look how beautiful it is here. This is where we live from now on! The old lady didn't know my troubles at all, and her voice spread a high-stage tone in the air: "Look at the lake in the distance, how beautiful. Look at our future home, how beautiful it is. You look at the neighbors around you, how warm and amiable they are. ”

Stand. I covered my forehead and fled. I can't stand the old lady's set, she thinks I'm a few years old, hum, no matter how old I am, my age has been in the double digits, and I'm already a little adult, and I still use this childish method. However, in a sense, it is still very lethal to me.

I took my little stool out of the carriage and sat down on the grass. Only then did I find out that the neighbors around me really came, and they enthusiastically helped my family move things, with sincere smiles on their faces. This smile is completely different from those hypocritical smiles in the capital, and I can feel it. But for some reason, I felt something else. I can't say what it is. However, I always feel that those neighbors seem to have something more in their smiles.

"Hey, are you a kid from this family?" Suddenly, a crisp and pleasant voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up and saw a girl with a ponytail. She was probably the same age as me and was cute, especially the two dimples on her face. It's deep, it's dizzying.

So I stared at her and nodded numbly.

"I'm your neighbor, well, that's, what's your name." She sat down unceremoniously on my lazy couch and squeezed me to the side.

"I won't tell you." I withdrew my gaze from her face and snorted.

"Why?" She seemed interested in my reaction.

"It's usually polite to tell someone your name before asking for their name." I say.

She scratched her forehead: "Well, okay. My name is Zhao Wuran. What is your name? ”

"I won't tell you." I pulled a stick of grass from the ground and bit it in my mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She also followed my example and pulled a stick of grass and bit it in her mouth, and she didn't seem to be angry.

"You haven't shaken my hand yet." I say.

"You're so troublesome. All right. Can I shake your hand? Zhao Ningxiang stretched out her right hand at me.

I nodded and reached out to shake her: "Hello." Nice to meet you. ”

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