Pushing open the door, the dust swept away, and the two of them waved away the dust that rushed to their faces, and retreated back to the outside of the house, where the black hole was hollow, and with the help of the moonlight, a large amount of flying dust could be seen undulating in the air. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"There's a smell of wood mold," the boy poked his head in first, then pinched his nose and turned to the girl.

"The skin of the wall is peeling, and the wood inside is damp," the girl said, waving her hand in front of her nose, as she walked in, "this low house seems old enough." ”

"Is it okay for you to live in this kind of house, anyway, I always thought it was an abandoned house, but I didn't expect it to be sold," the boy frowned, "Isn't this a house made of bricks, how can there be moldy wood." ”

"The house that cut corners, I guess it was built casually to store materials in the first place, and it's not suitable for people to live in, but I don't care, it's good to have a place to live, and I can't afford to live in a better house," the girl said and walked out of the house, turning around in the car, "Found it." ”

"What are you looking for?" the boy asked.

"Lights, how can people live in such darkness," the girl kept rummaging through the pile, and the dazzling lamps were pulled out one after another, "It seems that this is all there is." She stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then held all the lamps in her arms, because of the sheer number of them, the lights were crowded together and even blocked her view, and she walked cautiously, staggering, looking dangerous.

As expected, a lamp that had been squeezed out of the outermost part suddenly fell out, and the girl's afterglow noticed it, and she cried out "Ahhh But the boy is quick with his eyes, and the moment before the lamp falls on the ground and shatters, he pounces on the ground and catches the falling lamp with both hands, he doesn't know anything, only physical fitness is a strength, reflexes and agile skills, all of which are tempered by years of fighting with the gangsters and the pursuit of neighborhood aunts and uncles and patrol police.

"You're pretty good. The girl tilted her head to the side, and the boy saw the face of the other party who had been blocked before, and the girl looked at him with wide eyes, and her body still swayed with a large number of lights.

"Uh, oh, yes. The boy was suddenly praised, and for a moment he was incoherent, scratching his red face.

I have been scolded for more than ten years, and it seems that I was praised for the first time in my memory, ah no, the first time he was idle, maybe he was really too idle, somehow kind, to help up a fallen grandmother, the grandmother said thank you, and then praised the young man for knowing that caring for the elderly is really sensible, while standing up, the boy was flushed and overwhelmed with a smirk, then the grandmother stood up and suddenly saw the boy's face clearly, recognized it, and was suddenly startled, and a flash of shadow "escaped" from the boy's support , then tightened the shawl on his upper body, stared at the boy as if he was looking at a plague god, and walked away quickly.

The boy said in his heart, Wow, rub your dodging agility, and the speed at which you walk, did you really not act when you fell to the ground just now Grandma, did I make you feel unlucky, so that you instantly regained your physical ability to be dozens of years younger.

All in all, the girl was the first to praise him sincerely.

"It seems that you really don't know how to communicate with people, but it doesn't matter, I can teach you slowly in the future, I'll go into the house first," the girl said and continued to sway her body and walk carefully, the boy watched her carefully raise her feet to count the money to find the steps, and an inexplicable force prompted him to snatch most of the lamp from the girl's hand.

"You see you're so troublesome, I'll get some for you. The boy looked at the girl and looked at himself in a daze, thought for a long time, and held back such a sentence.

Not knowing how to defuse the awkward atmosphere, the boy immediately ran into the house with the lamp in his arms.

"There's still potential to be used. The girl said with a smile.

Inside the house, the two of them temporarily placed the lamp on the ground against the wall, lit the lamp, and the faint orange light illuminated the house, and the room suddenly brightened, and then the dirt and dust around the house also leaked out, and there were still piles of uncleaned debris in the corner, which seemed to be unneeded waste materials.

Then the two of them ran around to move the things off the car one by one, but they didn't have time to find a good place to put them, so it was equivalent to the hill formed by the pile, which was moved from the car to the house intact, and it was still piled up into a small mountain.

"Rest, here you are. "The girl threw something to the boy.

The boy took it and found it to be a half-green, half-red apple.

"It's not ripe yet, I don't have enough money so I bargain with the boss, and the boss is not happy to pick a few unripe ones for me, although I don't care, I can eat them," the girl saw that the boy was holding the apple and refused to move, so she took a bite and said, "Don't dislike it." ”

"No, I'm not disgusted," the boy quickly waved his hand to explain, "I just don't understand, why are you giving me an apple, can I eat it." ”

"Of course, isn't it strange," said the girl, "that you have helped me, and that you have the right to be rewarded, and that you should be rewarded for your labor, and that you will have no water to drink, and that you will quench your thirst at once." She took another bite as she spoke.

The boy glanced at the girl, then held the apple in both hands, and took a bite gently, a small piece of fruit pulp entered his mouth, not very sweet, with sourness, the boy slowly chewed this food that was not only what he had gotten, no one had ever given himself something in such a way and for such a reason, but many people asked him to compensate himself, although it was because he broke it.

But it was strange to feel that the boy thought that the apple was exceptionally delicious, and that it was sweeter than honey. He felt a heat on his face, tears slid down, and he quietly turned his back to wipe away his tears while the girl didn't notice his embarrassment, and then took a big bite of the apple.

"Slow down, be careful, choking, and a few," the girl said, "if you don't mind, tell me your story, it feels like you're really disconnected on a social level." ”

"There's nothing to say, I'm a well-known villain in the neighborhood," the boy said, munching on an apple, "but they don't have much to do with the other thugs, and they're always unfriendly to me, and they're always looking for my stubble, so I'll just hit them," he swallowed, and then took another bite, and the apple was soon half gone, "and then the townsfolk ......"

The boy began to tell the girl about his own experience and his daily life, and he made trouble everywhere, causing everyone to be malicious to him, shouting and scolding, shouting and beating everyone like a rat crossing the street, and he always successfully avoided the round-up of everyone, and with vanity and pride, he left the town, and walked alone on the mountain road outside the town or in the woods.

The girl gradually became silent, she was imagining the pictures that the boy said, the scenes that made up a person's life for more than ten years, that way of life has been out of the norm, maybe the boy himself said it unconsciously, but the loneliness that has been hidden in his heart, the desire to be noticed, the mood of watching, have quietly reached the girl's ears and heart.

It's the same person as herself, but more fragile than herself, the girl thought to herself.

"But it's okay, the construction site on the other side of the street, the person in charge is the original person on the road, but I heard that a few years ago, the golden basin was washed and drunk, and the people themselves still had some talents, and now they are engaged in construction, and he collects them all when I go to work as a coolie, and the money given is small but enough for me to eat two meals a day, although the people in the town hate me, but people like me, they still won't let go of the money they can earn, so I have always had to eat, and I survived. ”

The boy just wanted to throw away the apple core subconsciously, but when he saw the girl put her core aside after eating, he hesitated for a moment, and then put it in his pocket. Then he licked the juice from his fingers and wiped it on his clothes.

"It was delicious. The boy said that this was what he was saying, although the apple did not taste sweet and bitter.

"So you're stupid. The girl tapped the boy lightly on the head.

"Why did you suddenly hit me in the head and call me stupid?" The boy was stunned for a moment, looked at the girl puzzled, thinking that even if the girl looked special and knew her true self, she must have begun to dislike it, so like everyone else, he began to beat and scold himself...... It's just that watching those aunts and aunts wield violently with sticks shouldn't be such a gentle feeling.

The boy looked at the girl's expression, the girl did not have the fierce look of frowning and frowning on the faces of those people in his impression, it didn't seem to be angry, nor did she see disgust, but just kept a gentle smile and looked at herself quietly, with sympathy and sadness in her eyes that the boy did not see.

"I obviously want to get everyone's attention, but I do something that everyone annoys, but this will only make everyone farther and farther away from you, and you have put the cart before the horse, and you will take such the opposite wrong path, and you will not notice it for more than ten years, what else is it if you are not stupid," the girl sat on the box with the things, held her chin and said, "Do you know why I didn't hate you?"

"Why?" the boy looked at the girl stunned, this is indeed where he is confused, more than ten years of living in a place that is hated by everyone, his cognition has gradually changed to that everyone in the world hates him, so the appearance of the girl makes him feel incredible, in fact, those are normal situations, but the boy has experienced the wrong way of growing up, so the normal has become as rare as water in the desert in his eyes.

Being in an abnormal quagmire, ordinary is a fleeting light in the dark.

"Because you didn't make trouble for me, and you didn't play pranks on me, you were helping me, why do I hate you, and it's too late to have a crush on you," said the girl, "and maybe making others angry can attract their attention at once, but that's only false, not really noticed." ”

"What does it mean, I don't understand. The boy tilted his head, he really didn't understand.

"That is to say, compared to making trouble and pranks, if you help and treat everyone well, it will be better, if you want to get friends, you will work hard to contact the outside world, contact more and more people, what you want to get, there must be a corresponding pay, for example, you got my apple, it is because you help me push the cart and move things, this is the same as you work to earn money, only if you are good to others, others will be good to you. ”

"I, I've always done something wrong...... the boy listened to the girl's words, and said hesitantly, he himself felt that it was wrong, he wanted to get everyone's attention, and he was indeed often "cared about" by everyone, and even "fame" spread thousands of miles, but he was never happy, but felt more and more lonely.

"From tomorrow, no, from now on, change yourself, I'll help you, first you have to learn how to communicate with people, and then in action, learn to be kind to people, although it will be a little difficult to start, after all, your bad reputation has spread," the girl bent down and touched the boy's head, "Come to me tomorrow." ”

"I, can I come to you again?" the boy shuddered at the gentle touch of his sudden rise, and then succumbed to the warmth of his palm, and asked the girl apprehensively.

"That's right, if I don't help you, you stupid boy do it yourself, if you can do it yourself, will you be wrong for so many years. ”

"But, but why should you help me, I, I can't give you anything. The boy thought of what the girl had just taught him, and now he learned and applied it, though he himself was in a state of complete confusion at the moment.

"I think I'll probably get someone who can accompany me, even if it's just to talk. The girl said.

The boy continued to look at the girl with a bewildered expression, and the girl sighed softly and began to think about how to light the dumb wood.

"It's nothing, so be it, you come tomorrow to help me decorate the house, you just take it as a pay, and then I'll help you get what you've always wanted in your heart. She patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Don't you need to tidy up your room tonight, so how do you sleep?" the boy asked.

In the middle of the boy's words, the girl began to get busy, she pushed all the boxes piled together, scattered them to the ground, and then pushed several of them together to form a platform where two or three people could lie down or so.

"Sleep like this, though it is a little awkward," the girl sat down on top of the box, "but of course you may not come, it is your own business, and from tomorrow we shall continue with the lives of each country, as we had not met on that mountain road." ”

"I, of course I'm coming. The boy said that for him, the night of meeting the girl was, in his old understanding, completely fantastical, like a man who knew that God did not exist but kept praying for his pain, and suddenly saw an angel descending to earth. It's incredible, but it makes people feel warm. In his heart, he didn't want it to be just a miraculous dream.

"Well, then I'll wait for you," the girl laughed, she froze for a moment, thought of something, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The boy was also stunned, he realized that he didn't seem to have a name, he didn't have a parent, and it wasn't like a girl who had someone who took care of her growing up, so no one would name herself, and he had been for more than ten years, time had turned everything into a habit, he had long been used to being called a bad boy, a bastard or something like that, anyway, no one would ever go out of his way to know his name, never called him by his name, and he never needed a name, even if it was the manager who did construction work without treating people equally, he was called a boy directly, and there was no need for people to think so much about the name for a person with heavy facial features。

So the girl's question made the boy completely speechless to respond.

But then he thought that the girl said that from now on he needs to change, learn to be kind to people, first need to learn to communicate with people, so now, not talking, it should be bad.

"I, I don't have a name. The boy, who thought this way in his heart, hesitated for a long time before he spoke to the girl.

"Is that so," the girl's eyes were again stained with sadness and sympathy, "then I will name you, and I will call you that from now on, I will call you ...... if I think about it" The girl fell into thought.

The boy looked at the girl thinking, he suddenly wanted to cry, not sad or wronged or other bad mood, he was clearly about to stop crying, but his heart was satisfied and happy, so many years, it seems that it is the first time to see someone thinking hard for himself, this feeling, it's like, being watched by that person, watching, not shouting and scolding, but for, never need the identity of himself, named, turned himself into a completely alive person.

When he was a boy at that time, he didn't think so much, he just felt that for the first time in his heart, he was wrapped in a warm and comfortable feeling.

"Dracula, let's call it Dracula, what do you think, will it sound bad and awkward or something. The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and her face was filled with joy.

"Dracula...... How to write these three words. The boy asked, scratching his head.

So the girl casually found a place that didn't have time to clean up the dust, and it wasn't too dirty, so she stretched out her finger and wrote the word Dracula on it, and the boy squatted next to him, and looked at the three words carefully, and wanted to remember them in his heart, no, it was engraved in his heart, which was given to him by the girl, an incomparably precious thing.

From that night on, the boy had a name.

Lyle listened to the old man continue to tell, and the pictures narrated in the words, one by one, reappeared in front of him through his imagination, and Lyle felt that at that moment, the small dilapidated house that was originally dark and cold, and even unsuitable for human habitation, began to appear warm and light, and became a home.

Yes, just like the room where I was huddled, the moment my sister jumped in through the window, the light came in, and then the bell jumped in through the window, and then Lyle stood in the sun with the warmth and light splashing the earth.

Lyle felt a sour nose, and the old man's story of the past made him want to cry a little.

"Would you like a drink, it's all illusions, but at least it can be realistic in your senses. The old man said and handed the glass in his hand to Lyle.

"I'm sorry I don't drink, old man, can you change anything. Lyle said.

"It's men who have to learn to drink sooner or later," Lyle didn't drink, the old man drank the wine in the cup himself, and then another glass, Lyle couldn't remember how many glasses the old man drank, a cup bottomed out, and another cup, and one cup after another, intertwined in the telling of his story, as if those memories were hidden in the wine, and every time he took a sip, the memories reappeared a little, or the old man took himself precious after the passage of time, and could no longer have more, and the good memories were stored in the wine, and he drank every day, and he was also reminiscing about the past.

"Well, get me a Coke. Lyle said.

Then there was a glass out of thin air in Lyle's hand, filled with a black drink, and the bubbles floated on the edge of the liquid, shattered, and rose again.

"It's not something that's good for the body, drink less. The old man said.

Wine isn't good for your body, old man, Lyle.