northern migratory bird

Suhang had just returned from France for half a year, because the old man felt that he should also go back to China to learn how to inherit the family property, but he didn't know that his old man had been tortured in foreign countries, and now he wanted to escape when he returned to China.

With a cold smile in Suhang's eyes, he stood among the flowers and looked at the scenery. From a distance, the boy who was slowly walking around the fence among the flowers was slender, with wonderful eyebrows and eyes, and he had the charm of his mother Wu Rong when she was young.

But as a boy, he is not so charming, his eyes are full of water, which looks very clear.

He held on to the iron railing with roses and paused his fingers. In the distance, three trucks stopped to deliver furniture to their villa. Next to the truck was a row of white champagne flowers that had a good shielding effect.

Suhang narrowed his eyes, turned and entered the room.

He made up his mind, and the escape plan was about to begin.

The day Su Hang ran away from home was very windy, just as strong as the day he left Gu Beicheng.

...

City B is cold in winter, just in time for wind and snow.

The pale and thin young man was leaning against the bus stop sign and smoking a cigarette. He was carrying a tattered canvas bag, and the dirty Northeast cotton padded jacket he picked up from an unknown alley was loosely draped over his body.

The hairstyle is also very sharp, with bangs hanging down to cover the eyes, no different from a homeless stray dog.

Today, Suhang spent all the money he brought out, and now he is penniless and has nowhere to go. Fortunately, there is a half wall at the bus station that barely shelters him from the wind.

It is impossible to go home.

The strong wind ruffled Su Hang's hair, and a stream of clear water snot flowed from his reddened nose, and he didn't mind doing it with his sleeves.

A bus came and stopped, and then he saw a familiar man who had seen many times in this strange city bowing off the bus.

Suhang didn't know the man's name, every time he watched here, he would be able to see him, like a migratory bird, from one place to another, a regular office worker.

The office worker looked a few years older than him, with a handsome face that was always gloomy.It looks good, but it's too cold.

Suhang raised his eyelids, and saw the sharp browbones and nose bridge of the man in a half-worn suit and leather shoes coming towards him.

He is tall, standing out from the crowd, it is difficult for Suhang not to notice him.Besides, Suhang has studied aesthetics abroad, so he is very confident in his own aesthetics. He thinks this person looks very beautiful.

The handsome office worker was hurrying with a briefcase, and when he passed by Suhang, the man seemed very unhappy to be stared at by Suhang.

He glanced at Suhang, the corners of his indifferent eyes raised slightly, with a little puzzlement.

But he didn't ask too much, it seemed that he regarded Su Hang as a stray dog ​​who would wag his tail at him, the man frowned slightly and walked over.

Suhang lowered his head and took a quick glance at his leather shoes, and the frayed imitations appeared.

Tsk, no money.

Suhang touched his trouser pocket and his growling stomach again, and turned his unsmiling and affectionate eyes: at least he is richer than me.

So Suhang quickly followed with his hands in his trouser pockets.

...

Gu Beicheng grew up in an orphanage without father or mother, living alone in this cold city.He didn't know what warmth was, until the moment the dirty boy hugged his waist, he felt warmth.

The boy was hot as a fire, probably from a run.Gu Beicheng thought.

"Brother, I finally found you." The boy's voice was very soft, and his mouth was steaming when he spoke.

Gu Beicheng lowered his head and twitched his nose, "You've got the wrong person."

The boy's head was only up to his shoulders, and he moved his hands tightly holding him, and then raised his face buried in his heart.

Dirty, with a delicate appearance like a kitten, his eyes were misty, although Gu Beicheng had tears in his eyes, he saw a smile in his eyes.

The boy stared fixedly at Gu Beicheng's face, his eyes seemed to be shining.

Just when Gu Beicheng was a little embarrassed by him, his long eyelashes drooped, his voice was full of disappointment, he took a big step back and lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry... I came here to look for my brother, you and him It's really similar. I got the wrong person."

The warmth is gone... Gu Beicheng's voice was low: "Well, it's okay."

"Then...goodbye." The boy turned around and left. Gu Beicheng looked at his back, and could see a sense of joy from his impatient trotting pace.

When Gu Beicheng got home and took off his coat, he realized that the "recognition" just now might have been planned for a long time... because the wallet in his pocket was gone.

Gu Beicheng squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and lay on his back on the double bed in the rental house, it was so cold.

Thinking, he got up, patted his frozen face and turned on the radiator, then went to the public water heater outside the door to get a cup of hot water, filled a hot water bottle and held it in his arms, went back to the house and closed the door, isolating the outside world from minus ten degrees the chill.

Another day passed, and the salary just paid was stolen by the thief.

Gu Beicheng entered the studio remodeled from the utility room, picked up a brush and just drew a few strokes, after thinking about it, he turned on his phone and sent a space update.

...

Ding--

QQ is particularly concerned about the notification sound. Suhang is sitting in an Internet cafe talking about instant noodles. After listening to the sound, he quickly clicks on the space with the mouse and sees that a little-known artist he has been following has been updated.

[North City Migratory Bird: It's too cold. 】

Suhang looked at the scattered words of comfort below, he typed a line and pressed send.

...

[There is heaven below/replied to you: drink more hot water when it is cold. 】

Gu Beicheng heard the phone ringing, and frowning, he turned on the phone and saw the latest reply from the fan who kept making him drink hot water.

He closed the phone and didn't continue to reply, because Gu Beicheng is not very good at too hot relationship.

He is also indifferent in the company and doesn't interact with many people. Painting is just a hobby for Gu Beicheng, although he is indeed very talented.Some fans contacted him to buy paintings, and even offered to fund packaging and promotion for him, making him a famous painter both at home and abroad.

Gu Beicheng refused because he hoped that no one would know who he was.Actually, he doesn't want to be famous.

The next day, when Gu Beicheng got off work, he was hit by a gust of cold wind as soon as he stepped out of the bus.He wore a woolen coat over his suit jacket, but he didn't like to wear a scarf and found it troublesome.

So his ears were very red from the cold. Gu Beicheng took a look at the sheltered corner where the gangster who stole his money yesterday usually pretended to be dead, but was taken by a migrant worker carrying a snakeskin bag and planning to go home for the Spring Festival. The seat is dozing off.

Gu Beicheng moved his eyes imperceptibly, and walked into the alley leading to his house against the wind.

It's going to snow.

He sniffed, wrapped his clothes tightly and walked quickly forward, but unexpectedly bumped into another person head-on.

Gu Beicheng couldn't imagine that the little gangster from yesterday would come again. Does he feel like a persimmon, easy to pinch?He felt like wanting to beat him up.

But today, the little gangster looked listless, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were gray and gloomy.

Gu Beicheng frowned and grabbed the little gangster's wrist, and was about to speak when a light flashed in the alleyway.He quickly turned to the side and pulled the boy in his arms back.

Only then did I see a middle-aged man with a knife flying away, with shame showing on his vicious face: "Get out of the way, I'm going to chop this little bastard today."

Gu Beicheng turned his head and glanced at the pale boy behind him. The little gangster seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth and began to cough violently, probably because he ran too fast to catch the cold wind.

Seeing the little gangster clutching his stomach, Gu Beicheng looked down, and the blood soaked through the padded jacket and gushed out.

The middle-aged man also saw the blood on the little bastard's stomach, and he laughed: "I told you to steal something, from your grandpa's head, and no one will ask if a stray dog ​​is dead."

As he spoke, he was about to go up to catch the little gangster with half of his face behind Gu Beicheng, but he was grabbed by the arm by a strong hand.

Gu Beicheng stared at the man coldly: "Enough, don't go too far."

"Excessive?" The middle-aged man chuckled, raised his knife and waved it in front of Gu Beicheng's eyes: "Little boy, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

"I'll take care of this matter." Gu Beicheng frowned, turned and said to the little gangster, "Return the stolen money to him."

The little bastard's eyes were full of grievances, and his face was wrinkled. The pain was really severe: "I... didn't steal..."

"Okay, don't talk." Gu Beicheng frowned, interrupted the little gangster, and said to the middle-aged man: "How much money does he owe you, I will help him pay it back."

The middle-aged man looked happy: "Three thousand, he took three thousand from me."

Gu Beicheng sneered, looked down at the middle-aged man who opened his mouth wide, his eyes were high and cold: "Are you sure?"

The middle-aged man was a little shaken by the condescending man's bloodthirsty gaze, and swallowed: "Two... two thousand."

Gu Beicheng narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed the knife in the man's hand: "Say it again."

The man wanted to resist, but Gu Beicheng disarmed him with a pinch of his wrist. Gu Beicheng held the knife and asked again: "Say it again, how much."

"Three... three hundred, this time it's really three hundred!" The man was so frightened by him pointing the knife at his face that he just wanted to run away.

"Stabbing someone for three hundred?" Gu Beicheng said in a low voice, and handed the knife to the gangster behind him, "hold it for me and watch him."

The man saw Gu Beicheng take out 300 yuan from his briefcase and threw it into his hand with a bitter face, "You go, this matter is over."

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran away after hearing what he said, seeing that the little boy's posture might have learned some martial arts, he is really a person, he looks like an embroidered pillow and is really strong.

Gu Beicheng watched the middle-aged man leave before turning around and lowering his head to ask the little gangster, "Are you all right, can you go?"

Unexpectedly, the little gangster showed a sly smile on his pale face, covered his bleeding stomach with one hand, and pointed the knife at Gu Beicheng's neck feebly with the other: "Hand over the money..."

Gu Beicheng: "You are really dedicated..."

The author has something to say: If you are cute, please collect it~