Angel repeatedly objected to letting Xu Zhi "pick up" him and leave—he didn't want anyone other than me to know about his family. I gave up on that plan.

During this time, I sneaked to Angel's house almost every night. Compared to my mother's decadence in the past, Angel's mother was much more drunk and crazy.

Several times in the middle of the night, Angel would get out of my arms, put on her clothes and leave the bedroom for a while.

I didn't understand it at first, but then it occurred to me that his bedroom door was so well insulated that I couldn't hear anything.

However, Angel's hearing is much better than that of ordinary people, and she sleeps much shallower than me.

When he returned, it was as if nothing had happened, just like a stray cat cowering on the edge of the bed in a heavy rain.

He didn't want me to notice the changes in his body — not just from mood swings, but also from his mother's unintentional effects.

His silhouette in the dark was not very real, and I didn't know what to do.

For the first few days, I pretended to be asleep and didn't know anything.

A few days later, I would turn on the lights and wait for him to come back to the house after he left. His face was really haggard, his complexion became transparent, and he really looked like he was about to molt.

Angel is a much more responsible person than I am. As a mother, I rarely care. I always waited for the day after her drunken madness, when she left, to clean up the living room that she had tossed all over the floor.

Of course, I'm not going to let Angel learn from me. Our mothers are different people, and Angel and I don't have to deal with everything the same way.

He didn't want me to worry and always avoided my questions at first. It's frustrating for me, too.

But what I care more about than my own frustration is Angel's feelings.

For most people, it is not difficult to fall in love with someone, but it is even more difficult to get along.

But that's not the case for me at all. My liking for Angel is not vigorous, but I finally realized that he is indispensable, and it took me a long time to accept this feeling.

I'm sure it's him; I don't want to have regrets.

Stray cats always resist the approach of the living, and so does Angel at this moment. But I'm not a human being.

I put on a weird ointment and massaged him.

I hugged him, sometimes silently watching his veins turn into the pitiful shape of dead leaf veins, and sometimes talking about myself when I was afraid of my mother's temper but dependent on her.

What makes me sigh is that when I talk about those things to Angel, I feel that my boring childhood life is also ridiculous and cute.

Angel slowly relaxed in my arms. His veins became lighter in color and his skin darkened. A thin layer of dampness will ooze from his skin; I licked it curiously at once, and it was sour and bitter.

There are only a few days left to leave school. I ended my part-time job at the health care product company early, and my sister, who calculated the salary, gave me two boxes of health care products as an employee benefit.

I gave the health supplement to the uncle who picked up garbage on the side of the road and wandered around blankly. Passing by a flower shop, I stumbled upon a beautiful bouquet of tulips.

Instead of going home, I went to Angel's house.

Angel's mother was slightly stunned when she saw me. Maybe she didn't want to lose her temper in front of me, or maybe she was reminded of some kind of memory by the flower in my hand.

She didn't chase me away from the broom, but invited me in gently, gracefully, as she had done in the past. She went to Angel's door with a bouquet of flowers and told him that I had come uninvited.

I could hear the displeasure in her tone. However, compared to her mother's completely indifferent reaction, Angel's mother does not seem to be as paranoid as Angel says.

For the next few days, I would visit every day with a bouquet of flowers. Angel's mother's attitude towards me gradually became natural from the deliberate beginning.

Perhaps, no woman can refuse flowers.

After a few days of tireless "flower offensive", coupled with all kinds of explicit hints that I had no contact with Zhao Wei, Anqi's mother finally agreed to let Anqi go out with me.

Angel and I sat together on the bus to the beach. Outside the window is the clear sky and scorching sun, woods and cliffs. Next to him is Angel.

Along the way, our hands were clasped together.

The sandy beaches of the city are not beautiful - there are more gravel on the beach than fine sand, and the beach is neither blue nor turquoise, just mediocre colors.

But with just the word "beach", this place has the capital to attract tourists. Swimming, surfing, collecting shells, sunbathing, fishing...... The beach is lively.

I'm not a good swimmer, so I sat down on a beach mat and drank ice soda.

The sight in front of me was open to the city, and I felt as if I had returned to junior high school, and the sense of detachment from sitting alone on the top of the hill overlooking the city took over my heart.

Angel came back after swimming in the shallows for a while. His slender body was stained with seawater, and he was incredibly charming in the sun.

He sat down next to me and turned on the soda: "Did you see my heroic appearance just now?" ”

I honestly shook my head.

Angel was half narcissistic and half helpless: "You...... I'm so handsome, I'm so good at swimming, and I'm the most conspicuous in the crowd, right? ”

Again, I nodded in approval.

"Then why didn't you see me?"

Once again, I looked at his beautiful but somewhat emaciated body, ungentlemanly: "I don't want to look at you with so many people." ”

Angel, like Haboru, doesn't like to be exposed to the sun. I helped him apply a thick layer of sunscreen. The touch of my palms reminds me of the lingering night.

I took a deep breath, alerting the gaze of those around me - neither of us cared about the eyes of others, but we also didn't have the desire to let people know about our relationship.

"School is about to start." Angel stretched with sunscreen all over her body, "Do you have any plans for the future?" Which city do you want to go to university? ”

"Nope." I thought for a moment, "Wherever you go, I'll share a city with you." ”

"I'm not going to go to college."

"What about you...... What are you going to do? "Angel always has this strange decision.

"Sing." Angel smiled brighter than the sun, "How about forming a band with me?" ”

"Ahem, I won't hold you back."

"I don't have any plans to become famous, so I can go to any speakeasy and sing at any speakeasy." Angel took another sip of soda, her Adam's apple rolling, "It's okay for you to go anywhere, anyway—you can't get rid of me." ”

A drop of sparkling soda slid down the corner of Angel's mouth.

God, I want to kiss him.