He always felt that there was something strange about Peng En these days, but Huang Zhengwen couldn't say exactly what was weird.

Penn had always been inexplicably happy and sad, but lately he had noticeably been restless, as if something had upset him.

The mobile game team battle is imminent, and he can't afford to pause and think too much.

For the sake of his teammates, Huang Zhengwen must go all out.

His train of thought immediately returned to the phone in the palm of his hand, and he was preoccupied with fighting and killing.

Lin Fei didn't see Peng En in the corridor of the hotel, so he probably had already walked onto the rooftop.

It's late, but in the brightly lit hotels, you can't really feel the night coming.

Lin Fei was puzzled by Peng En's request to go to the rooftop of the hotel, and asked him why, and he said it to his face.

Coming and going, this meeting is essential.

She got to the elevator of the hotel and pressed the button on the top floor.

The elevator went straight up without any pauses.

The boxy elevator wall reflects Lin Fei's body, accompanied by the whirring sound of the elevator rising, adding a bit of ghost and suspense.

I don't know why, in this single-person sealed environment, Lin Fei's heart breeds a kind of uneasiness.

【Ding~】

The elevator door opened, and Lin Fei walked out.

If you go up one more staircase, you will reach the rooftop.

At the end of the stairs was a small half-covered door, which Lin Fei gently opened.

What catches your eye is a large concrete rooftop, on which there are rows of threads, on which all kinds of clothes and bed sheets are hung to dry.

The weather seems to have jumped from summer to early autumn all at once.

The night is cold, and the dew condenses among the branches and leaves.

A white-haired young man, with his back to the small door on the rooftop, looked up at the full night.

There was no one else on the rooftop, only Penn was alone admiring the inky canopy and a few bits and pieces of stars.

As soon as the wind blows, the leaves shake with the brush.

The young man raised his head to look at the sky, looking at the higher building, the boiling blood and burning anger when he had just invited Lin Fei had dried up and cooled, turning into a loneliness like flying ashes, which had been surrounding him, making him look a lot calmer than usual.

"Penn?"

His white hair could be faintly seen in the night light, but when Lin Fei walked behind him, he still asked tentatively.

As soon as the boy turned around, the scarlet light of the fire slightly illuminated his immature face.

The corners of his eyes were red, like a young beast crying alone in the night, and the scarlet fire reflected the fragility and helplessness in his heart. The moment Lin Fei saw him clearly, his heart trembled suddenly, and an indescribable emotion surged into his heart.

What he was holding in his hand was a cigarette.

It took Lin Fei a few seconds to digest this fact, and then said as naturally as possible: "You smoked?" ”

"Hmm." Peng En didn't look up, he just responded simply, but Lin Fei felt an inexplicable depression.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Fei asked again, with a hint of doubt and worry in his voice.

"Waiting for you." Penn said, looking down at the cigarette in his hand, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes.

When Lin Fei saw the cigarette in his hand, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had read: "Smoke is like a person, it burns quietly, but it is also silently bearing." ”

The cigarette in Penn's hand seemed to be a microcosm of him, lonely, helpless but also strong.

He suddenly found that he was extremely emotionally unstable.

It's like there's a lot of explosives secretly buried in my heart, and when it's poked, it will explode violently.

After the explosion, the ashes were cold, and he was not impulsive.

But what about the trouble that comes out of the explosion, the people who are hurt?

He's still going to work it out.

So, he doesn't know how to solve it now.

He seemed to be impulsive, using Lin Fei as a venting tool, and felt that he should say something, but there was nothing to say.

Lin Fei looked at this little boy with scarlet eyes and faint tear stains, and his heart couldn't help but soften.

Every teenager will encounter a lot of difficulties in the process of growing up, they have no way to solve it by themselves, they can't understand their own hearts, they can't see their own thoughts clearly, at this time, they need teachers, classmates and friends to help.

She also came from this age, and she understands this kind of mentality of wanting to talk and rest, and being entangled.

When I was young, I experienced a little difficulty, and I felt that it was a big setback.

When I was a little older, looking back, it was just a childish deed when I was young, and it didn't have much impact, and no one cared about it.

When it is mentioned, it is just a conversation after dinner.

The severity is only comparable to peeing and mud playing as a child.

Lin Fei is very willing to help others, even if Peng En doesn't say anything, just look at the night scene and relax and relax.

She said a little speechlessly, "You are a very unique boy. ”

Penn's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and he simply took it off and stepped on the cigarette butt directly.

"You think I'm a sand sculpture, rebellious, and disobedient." Penn didn't look at her as he spoke, his eyes farther away than the distance.

Unexpectedly, under his grinning appearance, there was such a person.

It's really a typical adolescent melancholy boy.

"Hmm...... The same cannot be said either. Lin Fei retorted.

"Actually, a lot of the time, I'm pretty good." Peng En glanced at Lin Fei, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Lin Fei didn't call this childish behavior "rebellion".

She wanted to say something like "brave" and "free".

As a result, after hearing Peng En be serious and praise himself with a smile on his face, he couldn't help laughing.

"Don't believe it, Lin Fei."

"For example, I dye my white hair not because I am rebellious, but because I am in a bad mood, and I use this way to vent, otherwise what else can I do?"

"Besides, I like white hair, it's really handsome."

Penn smiled innocently, looking a little more relaxed than he had just been.

"I'm in a bad mood sometimes, but I don't usually run my hair up." Lin Fei first agreed, and then refuted.

"If I dye my hair white, my parents probably won't let me enter the house."

Lin Fei didn't know what her parents thought about dyed hair.

Anyway, most parents in China should think so, right?

High school students dye their hair, a capital crime!

She said this, but she just wanted Hammer Penn's maverick to make him understand that he was indeed a little different.

"Yes, my mother won't let me, but well, you can negotiate, just negotiate the terms."

Penn looked confident and shrewd.

(End of chapter)