Xu Shuo wanted to reach out and pat the other shoulder of himself, but when his hand passed through the other person's body, he couldn't touch anything.

At this time, Xu Shuo noticed that his hands were translucent, and so was his body.

"I'm ...... Soul state? Xu Shuo muttered.

The boy put on his socks and shoes, got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Xu Shuo was stunned for a while, and then got out of bed.

After getting out of bed, Xu Shuo looked around at this long-lost room, and he actually felt a little nostalgic - you must know that whenever he recalled his childhood here, he couldn't help but feel troubled.

But after all, this is where he has been staying for more than ten years.

In a small room of less than 10 square meters, several pieces of wall skin have fallen off, and the iron frame bed pole divided into bunk beds is rusty. Clotheslines made of wire nails are draped with children's clothing, mostly loose, except for a few skinny faded T-shirts crammed into the corners. At the base of the wall is a square cardboard box, which is stuffed with various toys, ranging from Ultraman who is out of shape to soldiers who are five cents and three.

There is a window in the innermost part of the room, there is a desk in front of the window, Xu Shuo remembers very clearly, the table top is slightly tilted, if the pen is used up, if it is not placed in the pen holder, it is easy to roll to the ground, if you are unlucky, the refill will break the ink. But most of the time the table is not used by him, he usually moves a small bench and sits on the edge of the bed to write.

The wind blew slowly, and the curtains rose and fell with the wind.

Xu Shuo walked to the window, the weather outside was good, the sun was wrapped in thin clouds, the sunlight was very soft, and the temperature was pleasant and refreshing.

"Hurry up, don't be late again!" A woman's voice came from the living room.

"Oh, the porridge is hot, don't rush me!" The cousin's voice complained.

Xu Shuo looked at the sky, took a deep breath, and then walked out of the room.

The living room, with a dining table, becomes the dining room. The dining table is rectangular, which my uncle bought in consideration of the possibility of entertaining relatives and friends during the New Year's holidays, and it would be a bit too long if it was only their family to eat.

Xu Shuo came to the dining table, and he saw his uncle and aunt who he hadn't seen for a long time, maybe because of time, his uncle was not as fat as he remembered, and the wrinkles on his uncle's face were less than in his memory.

Xu Shuo stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his uncle, but his uncle didn't react.

He is now just a soul, a soul that no one can see, no one can touch.

Xu Shuo glanced at the boy.

The boy sat at the table and drank the porridge silently, his eyes fixed on the bowl of porridge, not glancing out for a moment.

Xu Shuo reacted, turned his head to look at his cousin's bowl, which also contained porridge, but the porridge noodles were covered with a golden omelette - if breakfast was porridge, there must be an omelette in his cousin's bowl, which was unique to cousin.

When Xu Shuo was a child, he was more uneasy than envious, he could have no fried eggs, but he didn't like the feeling of being treated differently, so when it was porridge for breakfast, he stared at his porridge bowl and pretended not to notice anything - although it was just his self-comfort.

"It's okay, when you grow up a little more, you can eat as many fried eggs as you want......" Xu Shuo thought for a while, and added: "But don't eat too much, protein poisoning will cause diarrhea." ”

The boy was still eating the porridge in silence.

My uncle picked up the remote control and turned on the old TV at home, the screen lit up, and the central station was broadcasting the morning news.

"The Qinghai-Tibet Railway will be officially opened to traffic on July 1, and it is reported that the Qinghai-Tibet Railway from Xining to Lhasa has a total length of 1,956 kilometers, of which ......"

After breakfast, the uncle and aunt went to work, and the cousin also went to school, leaving the boy to wash the dishes alone.

After putting the washed dishes in the cupboard, the boy hurried out with his backpack with a rotten shoulder strap and ran in the direction of the school. Xu Shuo followed without hesitation.

My uncle's house is not far from the school, and it can be reached in 10 minutes on foot.

Xu Shuo followed the boy and stepped on the class bell to enter the classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, the boy felt the strange gaze of everyone, and he couldn't help but slow down his pace and walk back to his place.

As soon as he sat down, his tablemate, who had a mid-parted head, whispered to him, "Were you the student on duty yesterday?" ”

The boy nodded and said, "It's me, why are you asking this?" ”

When Xu Shuo heard this conversation, his brows furrowed suddenly.

The table mate was about to speak, when the teacher walked in from outside the door, came directly to the podium, and asked loudly, "Who was the last to leave yesterday?" ”

The boy had a premonition as if something was happening, and raised his hand tremblingly.

"Xu Shuo, when you left yesterday, did you lock the door?" The teacher asked.

"I'm locked up, teacher." The boy replied.

"Then why did I see that the lock was open when I came?" The teacher asked.

In the elementary school where Xu Shuo attended, the doors of the classrooms were all iron doors, and after school, the last cleaning duty student to go had to buckle the lock hanging on the door, and the key was only available to the teacher, and the door should be locked until the next day when the teacher came to open the door.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then said in a bit of a hurry: "I don't know, I'm really locked, teacher." ”

The teacher stared at Xu Shuo with piercing eyes, and after being silent for a while, he said, "Go to class first." ”

When the teacher started the lesson, the tablemate whispered to the boy that there had been a burglar in the class yesterday, and all the desks of the class had been turned over, and some of them had lost their things. The boy looked at his cabinet, and it was a mess.

The boy didn't listen to a word in that lesson.

After class, the teacher didn't say anything, but went straight back to the office, but the children who lost their things found the boy one after another.

"Xu Shuo, why didn't you lock the door before you left yesterday?" A chubby male classmate asked, "My game console is now gone, what do you say?" ”

"I'm locked up!" The boy defended that he clearly remembered that he did lock the door yesterday, and he was worried that it was not locked properly, so he deliberately pulled the lock before leaving, and only after confirming that the lock was locked, did he leave with peace of mind.

"You must have forgotten the lock, otherwise how could the lock be opened? I have five dollars in the cabinet, and it was stolen, you pay me! Another male classmate said.

"I'm really locked, you can't blame me!" The boy said.

"Xu Shuo." A girl in a white dress pulled the boy's sleeve and said with a sad expression: "I, I put thirty yuan in the pencil case, I saved it to buy a birthday gift for my mother, and it was also stolen, can you compensate me?" ”

The boy was anxious, stood up and said loudly, "I didn't steal it!" Lock me too! Why should I compensate you! ”

The girl was frightened by the boy, and her mouth grinned, and she began to cry loudly.

The boy panicked and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you, but, but I really locked ......"

I don't know who made a commotion and shouted, "Xu Shuo made the squad leader cry!" ”

The crying girl is the class president, she looks cute, has excellent grades, and has a well-behaved and gentle personality, and is quite popular in the class, and the teacher likes her.

The boy provoked the anger of the public, and the classmates who had suffered losses and those who had not suffered losses all gathered around, some people comforted the class leader, and more people began to accuse the boy, the boy blushed, apologized and justified, until the bell rang for the second class, and the classmates were unwilling to let the boy go and return to their positions.

Xu Shuo watched this farce quietly, and the memories that had never been forgotten were staged again, like a scar being violently opened, and he felt the boy's grievances at the moment.

He remembers very well that this happened when he was nine years old, and it has always been a knot in his heart, and since then he has been isolated by the children in his class, and everyone no longer friends with him, at first it was just a simple cold violence, and for some reason it became more and more intense.

At the end of class, the children like to play in the corridor, but as soon as he gets close, the children will laugh and scatter, and when changing seats, the children will also ask the teacher not to share the table with Xu Shuo. For the children, it is like a game, there are common enemies to bully, which allows them to enjoy the righteousness and unity among their classmates, whoever crosses the line and gets close to Xu Shuo will immediately be regarded as a "traitor".

Xu Shuo looked at the boy in front of him, the boy's face was full of grievances, but he didn't know that more painful days were yet to come.

Xu Shuo closed his eyes, took a deep breath and adjusted his mood, then raised his head and said to the girl god who didn't know where he was: "I don't know what your intention is for letting me see this, but it's over now, let me go out quickly." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the world began to distort, Xu Shuo fell into darkness again, and after a while, the world lit up again, and the first thing that caught his eye was the familiar bed board.

Xu Shuo sat up and found himself back on the bed he had started on.

"Still coming?!"