The three children in the young man's mouth were indeed on the road at this time.

In the dark and endless void, a yellow point of light streaked by, like a meteor. Because it is the only bright color in the void, it is particularly eye-catching. When I looked closer, the yellow was a huge yellow pencil, with nine red stripes of uneven thickness on the surface, and the stripes were twisted and turned, like winding branches. There are people on the pencil, but not three, only one.

The person on the pencil is called He Yafei, seventeen years old, an ordinary boy next door from a second-tier city, who is holding the pencil tightly with his limbs without any image at the moment, and the young man has just cried, and the tears on his face have not dried. I don't know if it's because of my current situation, or because the two good brothers are separated and their lives and deaths are uncertain, or both.

Just now, the three of them were still together, glued to this inexplicable pencil. At that time, although He Yafei also had panic in his heart, he had two brothers as companions, which was somewhat comforting. But for some reason, Kunzi suddenly struggled desperately, and actually broke free from the pen, freed from the shackles, Kunzi's body floated towards the void, Li wanted to reach out to grab it, but was taken by Kunzi's body, the person didn't catch it, and he was also taken away from the pencil. Both of them wanted to catch each other, but the speed of drifting away was too fast, and the two tried to stretch out their hands to each other, but they flew towards the void at an angle, and the distance became farther and farther away, which was a bit sad and desolate. He Yafei also wanted to grab it, but the strange thing was that his hands couldn't get rid of the adsorption of the pen at all.

He Yafei shouted in his mouth, "Think about it, Kun Qi." But he couldn't hear a sound coming out, so he was in a hurry, watching his two little friends drift away in the void, hidden in the darkness.

After crying for a while, He Yafei resigned himself to lying on the pencil and letting it lead him to the unknowable. Because of the lack of references, the flight of the void has formed a very peculiar feeling, as if it is being carried by a pencil and galloping through the void, and it seems to be in an absolute static state - space is still, time is still, only Xiao He's mind is still running.

Among the three brothers, Kunzi is the eldest, born in 1999, He Yafei is the second, born in January 2001, and Li Xiang is the youngest, born at the end of the year.

Kunzi's real name is Zhou Kun, nicknamed "Kun Qi", he is a fool and a big man, and he only knows how to reason with his fists when he encounters trouble. His old man is a vegetable vendor, he doesn't have much culture, and if he doesn't say a few words, he will beat the guy on his head and face, completely reckless. Within two years of giving birth to Kunzi, Kunzi's mother couldn't stand the domestic violence, so she ran away and never came back. Kunzi's temper is even more violent, Kunzi is a child who has nowhere to run, and if he runs, he will be hungry, and he has not been killed for more than ten years, but he has become super resistant and can fight. Kunzi is 1.95 meters tall and has a strong body. The person is a little handsome, the face is very long and contoured, at first glance you will feel heroic, but if you look closely at this kid's eyes, you feel a little silly. The surrounding neighbors privately said that Kunzi was beaten stupidly by the old man who was behind his back. According to Kunzi, his family was originally not surnamed Zhou, but his grandfather passed it on to the Zhou family and changed his surname to Zhou.

Li Xiang is a smart baby, nicknamed "Xiangyiha", and his grades were originally among the top in his grade, but his parents divorced and his grades dropped a lot, but he never got out of 50 in his grade. The parents got married, but they didn't distinguish it, saying that it was "sacrificing personal happiness in order not to affect the children's learning." "But each of them has a partner outside, a new life, and each plays its own role. The new love is like fire, and when the love is strong, both of them forget that there is a baby Li Xiang at home. Although he was emotional, Li Xiang didn't smoke and drink like other children and went to Internet cafes to mess around. However, I spent a little more time on online novels, especially the novels that prefers time-travel, which have some escapist meanings. Later, his homeroom teacher couldn't bear to let a good seedling be wasted like this, and after persuading him to study hard several times to no avail, he suggested that he could read more popular science books or famous books and less nutritious online articles. Li Xiang listened to this, anyway, it's just reading extracurricular books, not reading anything.

As for He Yafei himself, he also has a nickname, called "Fei Touzi", which should be taken from the homonym of "non". In fact, He Yafei is not very naughty except for occasional mistakes, he has a gentle personality, occasionally can come up with a little urgency, his grades are mediocre, and he has no grand ideals and ambitions. Of course, there is still a little bit of life planning, and he wants to be a chef.

"Chef, hey......" Thinking of this, He Yafei sighed, "I don't know if I can survive tomorrow?"

Perhaps he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that he had let go of his grip on the pencil, rolled over, and lay down on the pencil.

"It's all to blame on the damn pen fairy. I swear I'll never play Pen Fairy again. Then he sighed leisurely, "Who knows if there will be a future." ”

Originally, it was just an ordinary day in the summer. At seven o'clock in the morning, he woke up, and the sky was overcast. I went downstairs and walked around the street, it was deserted, there were few pedestrians on the road, they were all lazy and walking, and a few rains fell from the sky, with a hint of coolness on my face. Wiping the coolness on his face, people wake up in the early morning in this lazy city. With slippers, He Yafei ate a bowl of beef noodles at the breakfast shop around the street, and then called his friends Kunqi and Xiang Yiha as usual, and asked them to watch a movie in their currently vacant rental house.

In the morning, the three of them watched two blockbusters together, and in the afternoon, He Yafei switched to online games, Li Xiang took his mobile phone to the recliner in a corner to read novels, and Kunzi sat in front of the TV, stupidly watching an extremely boring comedy made by Ah San. At dinner, he still went to the kitchen to fry a few vegetables to reward the greedy mouths and thirsty stomachs of the two brothers. According to the custom, at the end of the meal, everyone dispersed, and everyone went back to their own homes to find their own fathers. Seeing that the ordinary day was about to pass, but this night had a change.

If there is no such thing, such days should last until the end of the summer, right?

After dinner, Li Xiang, who has always been quiet, suddenly proposed to play with the pen fairy, but he who has never been timid did not object, and even Kunzi, who had been insisting on evening exercises, did not dismantle the stage. He Yafei and Li Xiang Baidu took a look at the pen fairy's gameplay, but Kunzi didn't know where to find this pencil and a white cardboard. The three teenagers invited the pen fairy in such a daze, but the result is self-evident, the pen fairy was not invited, but was sent into this inexplicable void space by the pen fairy.

"I swear I've never seen this pencil. He subconsciously patted the pencil under him, only to realize that he was actually lying on the pencil, so frightened that he hurriedly turned over and hugged the pencil tightly with his hand. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that it didn't matter if he had seen this pencil before, the important thing was that he was lying on the pencil now, and he had to rely on the pencil to save his life.

It was normal to ask the pen fairies to start with, and they failed without any suspense without any experience. After tossing for more than ten minutes, the pencil was motionless on the paper. Just as they were about to give up, a mutation struck.

It's really scary, He Yafei thought.

He Yafei believes that the horror comes from the fear in the heart of a person in the authorities. If you look at it from an outsider's point of view, the process of mutation is still relatively fresh and refined, and it is somewhat literary and artistic.

The process is like this, the tip of the pencil drips a drop of thick ink, and the ink drops in the center of the cardboard, like a drop of melt in water, splashing out an ink flower, and then a wisp of ink is withdrawn from the ink flower until it becomes a cloud of ink smoke. Ink and tobacco flow quietly and quickly on the paper, like a craftsman who has been immersed in ink for decades, drawing a peak here and a river there. The smoke rises, like a sea of clouds surging, and the ink smoke sinks, and the vast land is simple and vast. As soon as the ink is divided, there are roads and lakes on the earth, and the long journey is full of soup and waves; a roll of smoke, the sun and the moon appear above the sea of clouds, showing the phoenix bird, showing its brightness and its feathers. The ink swelled up, a thick tree trunk rose from the ground, straight into the sky, above the sea of clouds, the tobacco relay, nine vigorous branches bent and coiled, as if to roll out.

The whole process of ink painting and dyeing, the friends were in a state of surprise and stunned, until the tobacco finished the last stroke of the branches, Li Xiang exclaimed: "Jianmu?

Before the words fell, a huge suction force came from the paper, and the three of them fell into the picture scroll without resistance. It's all like lightning. The three of them only felt that it was dark in front of them, and when they opened their eyes again, it was still pitch black around them, except for the giant pencil that emitted a hazy halo under them.

"Could this be a dream?" He Yafei sat on a pencil with his legs bent at this time, his hands on his cheeks and meditating. Since dinner, things have been too dreamy.

Perhaps, as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow morning, you will see the old man with a pair of red eyes, yawning, holding a wad of money, counting out a few from it, and handing it to him while saying: "Fetal god, Harpy poked and poked and drummed all night, it's time to memorize it...... Well, these papers fly and take flowers. ”

The child, who seemed to have some rough nerves, finally remembered his father. In fact, this can't be blamed on He Yafei, although he doesn't hate his father as much as his two buddies, he is not affectionate to Lao He. He Yafei has no mother since he was a child, and Lao He has never remarried, and the two fathers and sons should be happy and happy depending on each other as numerology. But in fact, after He Yafei was able to afford a spatula, Lao He never took care of the doll's food again. Lao He's saying is that if you want money, you can manage it, and if you want him to cook, there is no way. His biggest hobby in this life is mahjong, and he lingers in the mahjong rooms of various teahouses all year round, even if he doesn't play, he has to watch it for a day. Lao He is a jobless vagrant, but he has unemployed capital. Since the end of the last century, Lao He has been turning the house upside down, buying and selling, selling and buying, or renting or selling, and raising the house with a house, and for more than ten years, there are eight suites and three shops. The purchase restriction order is like a retirement certificate issued by the government to Lao He, and eleven sets of properties have become Lao He's pension.

When He Yafei was the happiest, Lao He threw him a few tickets every day, Xiao He actually didn't feel anything about money, he just felt that Lao Han could still think of his son.

's premature independent life also allowed He Yafei to discover his talent, which is cooking. He Yafei's cooking is really delicious, and Kunzi and Li Xiang respond to his invitation, but most of them are actually greedy for it.

Thinking of the two friends, he subconsciously looked in the direction where the two floated away, and then returned his gaze to the pencil with a look of loss, and was surprised to realize that his lying position had changed to a sitting position. This time he didn't panic like he did last time. He slowly lay flat, then slowly rolled over and hugged the pencil.

He tried to remember, did he cook a meal for the old man? The result of the memory was that all the meals he had cooked over the years were fed into Kunzi and Li Xiang's stomachs, and the old fetal god had no good mouth. But he didn't cook for me either, so it's a bit of a joke. He Yafei thought as two tears slipped from his eyes.

He wiped his sleeve on his face, and then laughed: "It's a dream, why are you crying." He decided to call Kunzi and Li Xiang early tomorrow morning and tell the two dead friends about today's dream.

Since it was a dream, there shouldn't be any danger on the pencil, so he decided to give it a try. He slowly got up, slowly crouched down, and did a slow forward roll. Neither the expected fall nor drift away happened. He was emboldened, and he performed several more movements that were impossible to do with his ability, front hand flips, back hand flips, and side hand flips. He Yafei was happy, it was really a dream. Finding a sense of security, he played and lunged forward, with Thomas spinning. In the past, he only had envy to see Kunzi do these actions, but now, he can too. It made him a little regretful that the harrier turned over and did not succeed in the flip, and he wanted to fly, but he did not succeed. Because no matter what he does, there's always a body part stuck to the pencil, but it's good. Finally, he excitedly lay on his pencil and played with the dog.

There is no time in the void, it seems that a few years have passed, and it seems that only a few hours have passed, which is a very bad feeling for ordinary people, but He Yafei has easily spent it in the game. Just when He Yafei was having fun, a bright spot appeared in the distance, and the bright spot was magnifying sharply, and with a reference, He Yafei realized the speed of the pencil flight. He stood up, touched his chest with one hand, raised it high with the other, and recited a poem by Gu Cheng in style: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." ”