Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

"Hand over it!"

Several children surrounded He Yan, yelling and looking at him sternly.

The leader was a tall, thin boy with long eyes, pointed nose, light eyebrows, and a smart look.He curled his lips lightly, and popped out two words from his mouth contemptuously:

"Thief."

He Yan looked at the boy quietly without any fluctuation in his heart.He didn't know why these children surrounded him, and he wasn't interested in knowing.

He just wanted to go home quickly, sitting on the soft cushion in the house and helping his aunt weave things, but there was a wall behind him, which made him nowhere to retreat.

"It's wrong to hit someone." He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the tall and thin boy who was half a head shorter than him, remembering what his aunt said, he could not help but squeeze his fist lightly.

I'm used to it.He Yan lowered his gaze, thinking silently.When they get bored, they will naturally disperse.

Seeing that He Yan didn't respond at all, the group of children began to look angry. "Hand it over!" Shouts came one after another, and the small fists waved in the air, almost hitting He Yan's body.

"It's not him!" A crisp voice came from the end of the street.

He Yan raised his head, looked over the sparse head of the tall and thin boy, and saw a small figure standing between the two walls.

The afterglow of the setting sun was projected into the street, and the sunlight was a bit dazzling, and He Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.The figure was against the light, and He Yan couldn't see his face clearly.

The tall and thin boy turned his head and glanced behind him, gave a slight "tss", then turned his head, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to that person.

"It's not him." The little figure repeated and took two steps forward.The outline of his face gradually became clear, it was the face of a child who looked innocent and a little silly.He Yan blinked.

He recognized the child as a classmate of his.However, He Yan couldn't remember the child's name.

The thin and tall boy ignored him at all, he raised his hand and gave He Yan a hard push.

"Hand it over." He whispered, "Shameless."

Seeing that the tall and thin boy ignored him, the boy standing at the intersection seemed a little anxious.He stomped his feet and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Li Yuanqing!" The voice of the child who has not changed his voice is like a bird, with strong penetrating power, but not noisy, "Li Yuanqing! Listen to me!"

The tall, thin boy turned his head and stared at him with a displeased face.The boy beside him began to yell at the child: "You are sick! What are you doing!"

Seeing the boy named Li Yuanqing turn his head, the child flinched in obvious fear, then hurriedly pointed to another boy standing beside He Yan.

"He Yan didn't take your pen." He said, "I was on duty between classes today. I saw Liu Mu put your pen in He Yan's bag."

The boy named Liu Mu turned pale for a while. "You are talking nonsense!" he yelled, "What am I doing with Li Yuanqing's pen? It's not like I can't afford it!"

He waved his hand and pointed at He Yan: "He is the only one in the class who doesn't have a pen!"

Li Yuanqing did not speak.He glanced at Liu Mu, and then gestured to another little boy with his eyes.The little boy immediately understood, snatched He Yan's schoolbag and dumped it with a clatter.

The old book fell to the concrete floor, and an ordinary pen finally fell out, hit the language book, bounced a few times, and rolled to the ground.

Li Yuanqing picked up the pen and took a look, then let go, letting the pen fall to the ground again.

The pen is not strong. The moment it fell to the ground, the cap of the pen bounced off and rolled away.

"This is not my pen." Li Yuanqing looked at He Yan and said coldly, "Hand over my pen."

He Yan said nothing.He didn't know where Li Yuanqing's pen was at all, so naturally he couldn't hand it over.He Yan knew very well that the boy in front of him didn't want to return his pen at all, but just found fault with him because he didn't like it.

A small white hand stretched out from the crowd and grabbed Li Yuanqing's sleeve.

"After I saw Liu Mu put down the pen, I took out the pen and handed it to the teacher." The child standing at the entrance of the street squeezed into the crowd at some point, "The teacher said that she would put the pen down after the third class." Back to you."

He stared into Li Yuanqing's eyes, seemed a little timid, but still said crisply: "If the teacher forgets to return it to you, you can ask her for it."

Li Yuanqing stared at the boy fiercely, but was speechless for a moment.With a snort in his nostrils, he cast a disdainful glance at He Yan, then turned and left.Seeing Li Yuanqing leave, the group of boys followed quickly.In the narrow alleyway, only He Yan and the boy were left.

He Yan squatted down expressionlessly, and put the books back into the bag one by one.He has experienced this kind of scene so much that he is used to it.

He doesn't have any extra emotion, not just facing the situation.For everything in this world, there are very few waves in his heart.

The boy bent down, picked up the pen on the ground, and stroked it twice in his hand.Dark blue traces suddenly appeared in his white and soft palms.Seeing that the pen was not broken, he breathed a sigh of relief, capped the pen, and handed it to He Yan.

"This is not my pen." He Yan said lightly, tightened the zipper of the schoolbag, and slung it over his shoulder.

"I know." The boy nodded, "This is mine."

"I have a new pen. The old pen is not broken. It would be a pity to throw it away." The boy looked into He Yan's eyes and said earnestly, "If you don't mind, just use it. .”

He Yan looked down at the pen.It's an extremely ordinary pen with a yellow plastic barrel, and it doesn't look expensive.

With a pen, it saves the trouble of being reprimanded by the teacher.He Yan pondered secretly, nodded to the boy, and reached out to take it.

He stuffed the pen into his schoolbag and left the alley without looking back.Halfway through, I remembered that my aunt had told me that I should thank you at this time.

He Yan looked back and saw that the boy was still in the alley, carrying a schoolbag, walking slowly while kicking stones.Seeing He Yan turning his head, he waved at He Yan and laughed.

The setting sun was shining into the corner of the alley, making the boy's face bright and soft, and the teeth that were being replaced were shone like tiny pearls.

He Yan felt a tingle in his eyes, and quickly turned his head back.

What's the boy's name?He thought silently as he walked quickly towards home.

What is it called Ming?Or what is it called bright?Yes, it should be called something bright, but what exactly is it?

Until He Yan walked to the door, he still couldn't remember the boy's name.

He Yan walked into the old residential building, walked up three floors, and opened the dilapidated anti-theft door.He saw his aunt sitting in the living room, leaning her face close to a coat in the afterglow of the setting sun, mending it bit by bit.

"You're back." Hearing the voice, my aunt raised her head and smiled at him.

He Yan nodded silently, put down his schoolbag, sat cross-legged at his aunt's feet, and put the wool on the needle.

The sun shines on the old but clean wallpaper, and it gets dark little by little.Aunt stood up, limped slowly to the wall, and turned on the light in the living room.

He Yan looked at his aunt's back and sighed softly.

He Yan often thinks that he is an existence that is not suitable for this world.Not long after he was born, both his parents died.When my grandma's parents were 3 years old, my grandma fell from upstairs and died.Afterwards, I moved to the home of my grandparents in the countryside. Within a few years, my grandparents also passed away for some reason.

This aunt who is slightly mentally weak and crippled is the only relative he has.He and her lived together for several years in the simple two-bedroom house left by their parents, relying on their aunt to do some simple needlework.

He Yan often thought that he should have killed his relatives.He thought that if he didn't exist here, those people would live longer.

He is often bored and wants to quickly end himself in this world and go to another place.But when he saw his aunt, he was a little bit reluctant.

Although his aunt was a bit silly, she treated He Yan very well.He Yan sometimes hesitated, he didn't want to kill his aunt, but if he died early, his aunt might not live for too long.

Let's do this first.I also don't think I'll be in this world for very long.He Yan thought, raising his eyes and looking out the window.

Outside the window is a small park. Although the park is not big, it is well maintained.The water in the pool in the courtyard is always clear, and you can see the sand at the bottom of the pool.At this moment, the twilight was sinking, and the pool was also dyed golden red.

At this time, a little boy appeared by the pool, he squatted down by the pool with a box in his arms.

Familiar clothes.He Yan blinked, it was the bright light just now.

What Liang took out two balls of furry things from the box and put them in the pool.He Yan looked around and saw two little ducks.The fluff on his body has not been changed yet, it is yellow and clear, and the two round balls are floating on the water.

It suits him quite well.He Yan thought to himself.

The boy squatted by the pool, staring at the duckling without moving.He Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could guess his soft smiling face.

The corner of He Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and just as he was about to lower his head and continue knitting, he caught a glimpse of the boy standing up and walking away in a hurry as if he heard something suddenly.

After a while, another figure appeared from the other side of the park path.It was one of the boys who stopped He Yan just now.He probed his head, and sneaked to the pond.

Before He Yan had time to think about what he was going to do, he saw the man open his hand, pressing a fur ball with one palm, and ruthlessly pushed the two ducklings to the bottom of the pool.

He Yan gently squeezed the sewing needle in his hand.The boy didn't press it for long, then quickly raised his hand and ran away.The duckling floated up, motionless.

After a while, that what bright came back.He was stunned for a moment when he saw the lifeless balls of hair floating on the water, then jumped into the water with his shoes on, picked up the duck, put it in a box, and ran away in a hurry.

He Yan frowned, but remained indifferent.He lowered his head, picked up the scissors, and cut off the excess thread.

After a while, the sun went down completely, the street lamps came on, and the sky was dark.

"Draw the curtains," my aunt said softly.

He Yan nodded and stood up.The moment his hand touched the curtain, his gaze fell to the park downstairs again.

He saw that He Liang was squatting under the street lamp by the pool, with his head buried, and there were wet marks under his feet.There is a box in front of you.

He Yan sighed.

"Auntie, I'll go down and have a look," he said.