The morning sun reflects the sky of Dafang Town, and in the season of alternating cold and warm, the snow falls and melts, and the patches of snow on the fertile black soil resemble psoriasis on the patient's face. The cabbage flowers dripped, half-melted snow, and came to the ruins of Lu Han's house. Standing in the ruins on the way to and from school for a while was a habit she developed after Lu Han disappeared.

It used to be a dreamy warm home. There is laughter and the smell of food.

Women tend to use forced forgetting to deal with romantic changes. For example, she will try to recall Lu Han's bad aspects and deduce Lu Han's conspiracy according to the logic of Baozi, but all this will be defeated by the feeling of reality. The ruins are like a monument that makes her feel a deep sense of remembrance every time she passes by.

Huahua carried her schoolbag, standing at the highest point of the ruins, and among the ruins, you can still see some scattered fragments of household belongings. After the house collapsed, the people of the neighborhood ransacked the place as fast as they could, and everything useful was taken away, even a bowl that had been ridden with chicken soup.

The ruins are the catharsis of the anger in Bao Ziqiang's heart, the result of the overnight work of thousands of fairy monsters, and a scar on the heart of the cabbage flower. The image of that calm and gentle teenager has become history in her heart. Standing in front of her was the cold and cruel Houji God. Although, she didn't know that the god in Baozi's body was Houji. But she felt the spirit of the general's unique killing. She didn't dare to twist Baozi's ears anymore, and she didn't dare to be coquettish, even if Baozi begged her.

The sun was rising, and a warm current caressed Flowey's cheeks.

Everywhere the sun went, the broken bricks and tiles were sprinkled with beautiful gold dust. Flowey was so accustomed to admiring the ruins that she had forgotten to remember them, and she even felt that the warm experience of months was just a dream, this place was originally a ruin, a beautiful castle transformed by a demon spell.

A ray of light pierced Flowey's eyes, and she followed the light to see that it was reflected by a small piece of glass. She walked over and picked up the small glass, which was not glass, but a delicate little perfume bottle. Huahua didn't open the cap of the bottle and knew that this was Lu Guang's favorite cologne.

She held the small bottle in her hand, and couldn't bear to open the cap, because when she opened the lid last time, the house was still there, Lu Han was still Lu Guang, and there was hot chicken soup. Once opened, the last warm memories are gone.

She carefully put the perfume bottle in her inner pocket, picked up her school bag, and went to school facing the rising sun.

Zheng Xiaopang is still squatting at the school gate, he has two tasks, one is to borrow money from boys, and the other is to ask girls for fun. The security department of the middle school and the security office of the agricultural college are brother units, and Zheng Xiaopang's father Zheng Yaozu is the head of the security section, so the security department of the middle school will not treat Zheng Xiaopang's gang like other hooligans. As a result, Zheng Xiaopang gradually developed into a controlling force around the middle school.

Although he was beaten badly by Lu Guang and once became a laughing stock in the town's bastard circle, with the disappearance of Lu Guang, Zheng Xiaopang's backstage power was tougher than other gangs, and the little brother around him gathered again to continue to worship this big brother.

Seeing the cabbage flower entering the campus alone, Zheng Xiaopang finally decided to make a move after observing for a month to determine that Lu Guang could not appear again.

"Huahua" Zheng Xiaopang walked over with a folding knife, "Lonely again"

"Zheng Xiaopang, is the injury healed?"

"Well, the wound in the body is healed, but the wound in the heart is still there," he said, taking Huahua's hand and touching his chest. Huahua hurriedly withdrew her hand, "Don't be shy, hurry up Ming'er and tell your father." ”

"Pull it down, I can't even find him, I don't know which woman's bed is working on it."

"Zheng Xiaopang, you said that you are a worker in the establishment, why don't you go to work well, but you just come out to mix?" Huahua educated Zheng Xiaopang in the tone of an elder, she really hoped that the son of Section Chief Zheng would not come out and embarrass Lao Tzu again.

"That's not because of you," Zheng Xiaopang's face was really unwanted. The more women you can't get, the more you want to scratch your heart. The damaged pornographic tapes in the video hall will always be the biggest regret and expectation in the hearts of all filmmakers.

"My brother won't talk to you today, accompany my brother to change the occasion, and my brother won't harass you in the future"

"Who are you, brother, be angry," Cabbage Flower's words followed quickly

"Then change the name, how about calling it a little lover" Don't laugh at the visitors, the hooligans of the 80s are really such a dialogue style. If this kind of thing is called flirting now, it is harmless, and this is definitely the standard performance of hooligans in that era.

The cabbage gave Zheng Xiaopang a white look, turned his head and walked towards the school gate. Zheng Xiaopang was willing to give up, seeing that there were not many students coming in and out, and the security department was not patrolling at the school gate, he stopped his waist and hugged the small waist of the cabbage flower and carried it on his shoulder, "Sister, let's be happy!" ”

There happened to be a little brother's home living at the school gate, the little brother had already prepared the door key, in the coaxing of a gang of hooligans, Zheng Xiaopang ignored the crying and scolding of the cabbage flower, and swaggered into the alley, "Sister, you bear with it, wait a while, you won't leave!" ”

Zheng Xiaopang also has brute strength, no matter how the cabbage flower kicks and beats, he just doesn't let go, turns two alleys, and gets into a dilapidated small bungalow. Lock the two doors and throw the cabbage flowers on the bed, "Come on, here it is." Don't worry, you will have to beg me to come here every day in the future."

As he spoke, he tied the cabbage flower hand and foot with a rope, and then took off his clothes with confidence. Coats, pants, cotton clothes and pants were thrown all over the ground, and after a while, a fat body with a sour smell leaked out, "Huahua, are you coming by yourself, or is my brother helping you?"

Cabbage Flower had tears on her face, "Zheng Xiaopang, you've come to the end"

"Oops," Zheng Xiaopang said with a grin, "It's not like it's the end, I'll only be good to you in the future." As he spoke, he put his hand into the placket of the cabbage flower, and the cabbage flower couldn't bite it, couldn't move if it wanted to, and was angry like a puffed toad.

"What is this" Zheng Xiaopang muttered, and took out the crystal perfume bottle that once belonged to Lu Guang, "Perfume?" For my brother? ”

"You put it down for me, put it down!"

"You see that I smell sour, and my sister must be not satisfied, just right, my sister has prepared it for me!"

"Little calf, you dare to squirt, the old lady bites you to death!"

"Hehe, I dare to tie you, don't you dare to spray?" As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and the rich melancholy fragrance that only Lu Guang had on his body came to his face, "What a hell of a fragrance, this little white face is tasteful." ”

"Thank you"

"You're welcome" Zheng Xiaopang said in passing, and then felt that his scalp was numb, that was ..... That familiar male voice, where is he?

"I heard it wrong," he said to himself, "come on, girl"

"If you don't want to die, let go" The male voice sounded again, the voice was empty, it was a three-dimensional sound, coming from every corner of the room.

Zheng Xiaopang lifted his pants and sat up suddenly, "Who are you?" Where are you? ”

"Don't scare people, Flowey, you have a tape recorder on you, right?" Zheng Xiaopang reached out to unbutton Huahua, and Cabbage Hua struggled again.

I only heard a muffled sound, and a powerful air flow rushed towards Zheng Xiaopang's crotch, Zheng Xiaopang's fat face suddenly turned red, from red to purple, and he fell to the ground and moaned while covering his crotch.

"Brother Lu, is that you?" The cabbage flower struggled to get up and did not respond.

"Brother Lu, where are you?" No response.

Suddenly, the buttons on the placket of Fanhua's clothes were fastened and the rope was untied. Cabbage Flower took the opportunity to pick up the perfume bottle and ran out of the room as fast as possible.