"Hao Xing. Wake up. Wake up."

"Hao Xingxing, wake up. Wake up."

Seeing that Hao Xing still didn't react, the little monster's face suddenly turned pale, and he hugged Hao Xing and shouted, "Hao Xing. I'm Yang Yang. Are you okay. Wake up."

I hummed, narrowed my eyes, and hurried forward.

At the moment when I stepped forward, the little chatter who was lying in Zhang Yang's arms suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide and shouted at Zhang Yang, "Ah!!"

Immediately, Zhang Yang was so frightened that he sat on the ground, supported the floor with his hands and took two steps back, so shocked that his three souls and seven spirits disappeared.

"Gegege, quack, quack......"

"I'm scared of you, Yangyang. You're finally willing to talk to me. Laughed at me. I thought you were really dumb."

Xiao Chatter sat up and made a strange look at Zhang Yang: "It's all classmates, why don't you ignore me." I have to play dead. You speak so nicely. I listen to it so well."

The little talker laughed, scraping his fingers on his face and pointing at Zhang Yang: "No shame, you almost cried just now."

"I thought you really didn't care about me. It's really intimidating."

"Giggle......

The little monster looked at the lively little chatter in a daze, his pupils vibrated endlessly, his face was red and dripping blood, his breathing was heavier, and he was panting like a cow.

All of a sudden, the little monster yelled angrily at the little chatterbox, "How can you lie to people. You liar. Drama spirit, you."

"I hate you. I hate you to death!"

The little chatter was like a nobody, and pouted an ugly little mouth: "You just hit me."

The little monster clenched his fists and yelled at the little chatterbox, "Who told you to talk so much. Buns, you are."

The little chatter was not afraid of the little monster at all, and sneered: "Who told you not to talk to me? What are you pretending to be cool? Everyone talks to me, but you ignore me."

The little monster frowned angrily, pestled up to the little chatter, tore his throat and yelled, "I don't like to talk. I like the quiet. Silence makes people concentrate. As the teacher said, a person who talks a lot will expose his own weaknesses." ap.

The little talker didn't show weakness, and his nose came to the little monster's mouth: "If you talk to me, I know you're not dumb." If you tell me clearly, I won't bother you. You beat me, you beat me to the brim."

The chatterbox's mouth flew like a series of arrows: "A man can't hit a woman. Are you wrong, you know? You didn't apologize to me."

The little monster was speechless all of a sudden, and turned his head angrily to ignore the little chatterbox: "You apologize to me first." I'll apologize to you."

The little talker snorted, clasped his hands and ignored the other party: "You apologize first."

In less than three seconds, the two of them turned their heads to look at each other, followed by one snorting and turning their heads away.

After seven or eight seconds, the little monster whispered sorry on his back.

The little chatter snorted, and only then pouted in response with a small mouth, "I'm sorry."

apologized to each other, and the two slowly turned their heads to look at each other.

I thought that the little monster was about to get up and continue reading, but to my surprise, he opened his mouth to the little chatterbox: "How did you just pretend to be dead? I can't even hear your heartbeat."

The little talker laughed, and his sly black face was full of joy: "I can dive when I am three years old. I could hold my breath in the sea for eight minutes."

"I'm scared of you. Triumphantly. You're so funny."

"Then I'll scratch your armpits, why don't you laugh?"

"I'll bear with it. Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."

The little monster nodded with a sullen face: "Learn to hold your breath first."

The little talker nodded vigorously: "I'll teach you after class."

The little monster quickly shook his head and whispered, "I'm going home after school. I can't learn it."

"Then I'll go to your house and teach you."

The little monster's face showed a little panic, and his right hand was used as a radio to take the initiative to come to the little chatterbox, and the little chatter was very tacit

tilted his head and took the initiative to lean his ears over.

"That night, many people killed my parents......

"My mother died worse than your mother......

"Since then, I haven't wanted to talk."

"They took me to Concord for a check-up and said I had autism."

"The teacher told me to quietly develop obscenely, and I will ...... in the future."

"When I grow into a Heavenly Divine Tree, I will avenge my parents with my own hands."

"The teacher said a word, there was thunder in his chest, and his face was like a flat tide. I have to be on the highest alert at all times......

"Because some of them want to kill me."

When the little monster was whispering to the little chatter, the little chatter listened calmly and nodded quietly, and the sophisticated little face that was completely inconsistent with her age also changed.

The little eyes slowly turned red, and he seemed to empathize with the little monster's words.

A strand of yellow hair from her sideburns rested on the little monster's face, gently grinding, but the little monster didn't care.

After a while, the little chatter stretched his neck with his left hand in front of the megaphone, and his little mouth was close to the little monster's ear, and he whispered his secrets softly.

The little monster also listened silently and nodded silently......

A scene of sunlight slanted through the window, pulling two small shadows, one high and one low, on the dark floor.

In a moment, this most innocent image becomes a timeless picture.

So warm, so warm.

This scene in front of me is somewhat familiar to me. It is as if we have turned back in time, recalling the most beautiful afternoon of the big willow tree more than 20 years ago.

It seems that the shadow of Yue Wei and I is longer and closer than their shadow!

After the two most bizarre children finished whispering, they looked at each other, stretched out their little fingers to clasp each other, and gently tugged at each other.

"Hang on the hook for a hundred years, and you must not change."

"Whoever has changed is a turtle stupid little bastard."

A burst of joyful and joyful childish laughter rang out, passing through the window lattice, over the mountains, bringing my thoughts back to the past, to the school......

It wasn't until five minutes after the two children had made their vows forever that I suddenly pushed the door open.