"Are those people your classmates? Which grade and class are they from?"

"It's not your problem. There are just a lot of bad people like this in the world."

"Stand still...if it hurts, tell me...Okay! The chalk dust is all gone!"

"Are your legs numb?"

"Does your family live near here?"

"...Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? You haven't spoken a word."

Yi Wan stared at him blankly. He was a very handsome boy, gentle, refreshing, and almost perfect. He was wearing a blue and white middle school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, as if he had just walked out of a nearby middle school.

There is also a blue kettle on the side, with popular anime cartoons hanging on the kettle. He squatted beside him for two hours, and now he is looking at him worriedly.

For some reason, Yi Wan felt sore in her eyes.

The young man pointed at his throat, then at his mouth, and made some sign language, as if to confirm whether Yi Wan could not speak... The guilt in his eyes became even stronger. Yi Wan then said: "...

…I can talk.”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief. He was not like other people who would ask, "Then why didn't you say anything just now?" Instead, he said, "Then do you want to go home? I will take you back?"

"Um."

Yi Wan told him the address of his home. To go home from here, you need to walk along a small river and pass a pontoon bridge, and then you can reach the old building where Yi Wan's family lives. The boy walked for a while and then walked for a while. Then

He turned around and found that Yi Wan always stayed behind him and then fell behind again after a while.

So he took a few steps back and this time reached out and held Yi Wan's little hand.

"Is that okay?" he said.

"..." Yi Wan handed him her hand and blinked.

The young man held the child's hand and walked forward. Under the road was a flowing river. The river reflected the starry sky. The young man said: "I go to No. 1 Middle School and am a freshman in high school this year."

"I go to Zongbei Primary School and am in fifth grade this year." Yi Wan mechanically imitated his speaking style and answered.

"You haven't spoken, are you thinking about something?" the boy said, "I won't just let those bad kids go. I will tell your teacher and ask their parents to take care of them."

Yi Wan said: "I am the bad boy."

The boy said: "Why?"

"Because I am sick. The teacher said so too. He said I am not suitable to study here." Yi Wan said.

Young man: "Well... he's talking nonsense. No one has the right to study somewhere inappropriate. Are you struggling with any subjects?"

Yi Wan: "It's okay."

The young man's brows relaxed: "That's good. Are you in fifth grade? Next year, you can participate in the transition from primary school to junior high school and get into a better school. As long as your scores are high enough."

Yi Wan: "Yeah."

Yi Wan walked slowly, stepping on his own shadow with his feet. The shadow was stretched by the street lights, like a giraffe. Yi Wan said: "...It looks like a giraffe."

He heard the boy say: "Hmm...what giraffe?"

"And Neanderthals," Yi Wan said.

The boy said: "What is this? Is this a book you have read? We were next to the library just now, right?"

Yi Wan lowered his head and said: "No... I am a Neanderthal, and I did not turn into a giraffe. They bullied me because they are Homo sapiens."

"What do you mean?" the boy said.

The voltage was unstable, the street lights on the roadside flickered, and moths were spinning around the street lights. Yi Wan said, "It's nothing...because I'm weird." But his hand was pinched. Yi Wan was still walking.

As he walked forward, he bumped into the young man. He looked up and saw the young man's clear eyes, holding his hand and saying, "Tell me...I'm very curious."

There is an attitude that if Yi Wan doesn't say anything, he won't leave.

What kind of high school student would listen to a fifth grade elementary school student talk in his sleep?

Yi Wan then stumbled and spoke. His language organization ability was not very good, and his thinking was always scattered, so he seemed very abnormal and out of place. He told stories about Homo sapiens and Neanderthals, about the graffitied desk and

David talked about the "Top 100 Unsolved Mysteries of the World" and the woman with silver rings around her neck that he saw in the library... The boy listened to him for as long as he talked. During the process, the boy interrupted from time to time.

:

"Then why is this happening?"

"What do you think?"

After finally finishing speaking, Yi Wan was panting and sitting on the river embankment in a daze. The young man sat next to him with his chin in his hands and said to him, "Wait for me."

…He’s gone, he’s alone again.

Yi Wan saw the mud stains on his schoolbag. He scooped some water with his hands and scrubbed the schoolbag. The schoolbag was soaked with water and the dark color was completely integrated. It seemed that there were no mud stains. The river was very deep. Yi Wan remembered that the old man

People often say that there are water ghosts in the water. They are entangled in obsessions and cannot pass away. Those who like to catch them on the shore are unlovable weird kids like him.

Something cold touched his face. Yi Wan was startled, thinking that a water ghost was coming. But what he saw was the young man's refreshing and smiling face.

"Here, here's your reward." He said.

Strawberry-flavored popsicle... The boy broke the popsicle open from the middle door and gave half to Yi Wan and half to himself. Yi Wan asked him, "Why give it to me?"

"As a reward for letting me hear such wonderful things." The boy said, "Don't you like the taste?"

……like.

Yi Wan put the popsicle in his mouth. The boy was still asking reluctantly: "Don't you like it? Don't like it? Don't you like it?"

"……like."

"Well, I didn't hear that clearly."

"……like."

"Okay." The young man pinched his face and said, "Go home."

Cross the pontoon and enter the old residential area. The streets in the old residential area are very dirty, with small advertisements on the walls and fruit peels on the ground. There is a middle-aged man on the street, making a "drink" sound in his throat and spitting out a mouthful of phlegm.

It sprayed like bullets and landed next to them. The young man held Yi Wan's hand and walked past, as if he had turned a blind eye.

There are old ladies fighting for drinks bottles next to the trash can, and women and old men at street stalls are chatting endlessly. Yi Wan and his parents are often part of these chatter. In their

In the mouth, Yi Wan's father is a man with a high ambition. What can he do after going to college? He is not a fake noble with only a little money. His mother "ran away with other men". In the story, he has no idea about the whereabouts of women.

Descriptions have always been such vicious speculations. But Yi Wan - they will discuss in an emotional tone to show that they are not all so mean, vicious and "incurable" to their children, and then add the last sentence:

"Oh, that's it, it's hopeless."

They base their life satisfaction on the derogation of others.

In this picture, only Yi Wan and the boy are incompatible and independent. The boy took Yi Wan upstairs together. Yi Wanchi went home for a few hours today, and the boy's actions gave him a lot of courage. Standing there

In front of the door on the fourth floor, the boy said: "Are you home?"

"Um."

"Then I'm leaving?"

"good."

"What time do you finish school?" "Five o'clock."

"Do you go to the library every day? How long will you stay?"

"Seven o'clock."

"It's nine o'clock now... Okay." The young man smiled, "My name is Yu Rongshi."

"My name is Yi Wan." Yi Wan repeated his speaking pattern.

The young man smiled again, showing some teeth. He walked a few steps downstairs, looked back at him, and made a "bye" gesture. Yi Wan didn't reach out and knock on the door until he couldn't see him anymore.

"Where did he die again... That's enough. The food is on the table and you can warm it yourself." Auntie said coldly.

He didn't even curse a few words.

In the living room hangs a family portrait of uncle and aunt, without Yi Wan. The door of the room he lives in is five square meters wide, but except for the small bed, the rest of the room is full of household clutter. The uncle is playing games in the living room, and the aunt is watching.

I was doing my cousin's homework, and I would have a big quarrel with my uncle from time to time. I asked him if he knew how to play games and when he would go out to make money. My cousin was playing crazy in the yard.

This is Yi Wan's life.

He lay down on his little bed. At least he could have a peaceful dream today. However, he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and nervously went to dig into his school uniform pocket.

It would be terrible if the sticky plastic shell of the popsicle is still inside and stains your clothes.

But there was only a ball of air in his pocket. It seemed that he had thrown it away at some point on the way home.

…

The next day, Yi Wan was still thinking about the Neanderthals. One of the kids who bullied him didn't come to class. The others were also acting weird and walking around him. Maybe someone's complaint had an effect.

Bar.

At five o'clock, he left school. Someone pushed his things off the table again today, but it was not as serious as yesterday. At least his schoolbag was still in the classroom. As usual, he came to the library guarded by the old lady. When the old lady saw him, he

He came alone and said to him: "There are fewer and fewer people coming to the library now, and you, a kid, come here every day."
To be continued...