The feelings of his youth were always young and ignorant, Tang Yu didn't understand what liking was at that time, and he didn't understand what love was, he only felt that every time he recited the words "Su Niannian likes him", his heartbeat would speed up by a minute, and his joy and excitement would be stronger.

He even whistled.

With that thought in mind, I began to put all my actions in check.

She helped him take notes, well, she must like him. She shared snacks with him, well, she must have liked him. She smiled at him so good-looking, well, she must like him......

With such a mood, Tang Yu's feelings throughout the day can be described as pleasant.

When she came home from school, her second aunt, who was always worried about how much money he earned part-time, sighed again, saying that the family had no money to buy soy sauce, and asked Tang Yu to help her make a bottle.

Tang Yu looked at her expressionlessly, did not agree, and did not refuse.

He has fought too much since he was a child, and he has a cold and domineering anger, which scared his second aunt away.

She scolded with fear and unwillingness, "What a white-eyed wolf, I have raised you for so many years, and I don't know how to repay my elders...... You can earn 50 yuan a day by handing out flyers, right? A bottle of soy sauce is only five yuan, and you are reluctant to buy it for your mother......"

Tang Yu listened indifferently, and after she walked the two buckets of instant noodles on the table, she gave her name to her younger brother at home to eat, and then closed the door with force.

The corners of his mouth were smirking sarcastically.

yes, five bucks, is it expensive? Of course, it's not expensive, but for an orphan who has no parents, no tuition, no living expenses, and no pocket money since he was a child, it's not a bottle of soy sauce, it may be a bowl of noodles before starving to death, that's his life.

It's a pity that his life is too cheap, and no one has ever cared.

The father died tragically, the mother flew away, the second uncle seized the insurance compensation and the family's passbook, and the second aunt wanted to move the whole family into this small house.

In the thirteen years he lived, he never felt warm, and some were full of great disappointment in the world.

The world is hot and cold, and you know whether you are warm or cold, but that's it.

Being bullied since he was a child, he learned to use his fists to protect himself, and the children in the neighborhood did not dare to bully him. But when facing his relatives, he still can't do it.

He sighed, rummaged through the cabinets and found another bag of instant noodles to eat, and then lay down on the bed.

The ceiling was a little mottled, and there was light spilling in from the window, and the shadows seemed to be filled with a large area of light and shadow.

He was quietly in a daze, thinking of Su Nian's crisp "Tang Yu Oba", and the corners of his mouth slowly and slowly raised.

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The next day, Tang Yu came to school, and the atmosphere in the class was silent and strange.

Walking to the seat, Su Niannian sobbed and wiped his tears, the appearance of crying and his eyes were red made his heart twitch suddenly, and for a while, all kinds of sweet and sour tastes came up, and he was stuffy and uncomfortable.

He walked over and said lightly as usual: "Hey, Su Niannian, what's wrong with you, who bullied you?" ”

He wanted to see who dared to bully her!

Su Niannian looked at him and howled, "My Minxian Oba is going to die!" Woowoo woo ......"

Her voice howled, and several girls in the class somehow cried along with her.

The cry quickly spread to every corner.

The picture is frozen in that autumn morning, the young and tall boy clumsily wipes the tears of the little girl, and the whimpering sound in the class is a film, hovering in the memory for a long time, and it will not be dispersed for many years.

(End of chapter)