Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

He Yan stood in front of that bright.He saw two ducks in the box.The poor animals were drenched, legs outstretched, eyes closed, looking like they were dying, with only the slight trembling of their chest fluff showing that they were still struggling.

His shadow blocked the light of the street lamp.The boy looked up, realizing someone was there.That immature cheek was full of tears, and it was wet into a ball.

"What's wrong?" He Yan said in a deep voice.He is seldom and not good at talking to people other than his aunt, even if it is a simple question, he can't say it without being so indifferent.

The boy wiped away his tears and lowered his head. "The duck...the duck is dying." He said while sobbing, "My mother doesn't like small animals dying at home, let me take them out..."

The boy's voice dropped.He Yan pursed his lips.He glanced at the box again.

The duck should still be saved.he thinks.He Yan lived with his grandparents in the countryside for a period of time, and he has seen this kind of situation before.Just blow dry the feathers in a warm place and it should be fine.

He wanted to say something to comfort the boy, but he didn't know how to say it, so he scratched his head lightly.

"Ducks don't die," He Yan said.

The boy raised his head abruptly, his teary eyes were fixed on him, and there was endless hope shining in them.

"You," He Yan's tongue got stuck, so he had to quickly end the topic, "You put it outside, and it will recover by itself."

The boy was skeptical, but he had no other choice: "Really?"

"Really." He Yan replied.He saw in the distance, a middle-aged woman hurriedly coming in this direction, who seemed to be the boy's mother.

The boy looked in the direction of He Yan's gaze, and wiped his eyes again: "Don't lie to me."

"I didn't lie to you." He Yan said, shaking his head in the direction of the woman, "Go back quickly."

The boy looked at He Yan and nodded slightly.Turn around and run to the woman.He Yan watched the woman reach out and hit the boy on the head, and after dragging him away, he quietly picked up the box at his feet.

He took the duck home, dug out the worn-out hair dryer that hadn't been used for many years, and then turned it to the smallest warm air setting, blowing it carefully little by little.When the hair was dry, he spread some straw under the duck.Put the box in the warmest part of the house.

When I woke up the next day, the two ducklings were indeed revived.He Yan put the box back to its original place early in the morning, while he hid not far away, waiting for something to light up.

The boy rushed over before school.He poked his head into the box, and his worried expression instantly became clear.Seeing the boy holding the quacking duck and starting to circle around, the corners of He Yan's mouth also curled up slightly.

The boy's crooked eyes, like a lump of sugar, quietly melted into his hard heart.

Every day after school, He Yan would sit at home, help his aunt knit, and watch the boy play ducks in the park.The duck grew up little by little, and he could no longer be put in a box.Whenever he wanted to go home, the boy would clap his hands, and the duck would quack and come ashore, waddling and following behind him.It has become a scene in the park.

He Yan already knew that the boy's name was Hao Liang, a common and funny name.He sits in the second row of the classroom, studies well, and is very serious in class.Timid, very well-behaved and obedient.But sometimes it's kind of silly.

This silly Hao Liang, since He Yan rescued his duck, started to waddle and run behind He Yan's butt like those two ducks.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful!" He Yan opened the pen that Hao Liang gave him, and began to write in the notebook. Hao Liang squatted by his desk, looked at him with a pair of bright eyes and praised him.

"Your hands are so skillful!" Hao Liang's sleeve was scratched by the desk hook, and He Yan took out a needle and thread to mend it for him. Hao Liang lifted his sleeve to look carefully, and praised He Yan with a smile.

"You are amazing!" Liu Mu wanted to bully the short Hao Liang, but He Yan sighed and knocked Liu Mu to the ground with two punches.When being punished by the teacher to stand, Hao Liang stood beside him to accompany him, squeezed his hand quietly, and whispered.

"Don't follow me anymore." On the way back from school, He Yan turned around, looked at Hao Liang who was trotting behind him, and couldn't help saying.

Hao Liang was stunned for a moment: "Why?" He blinked his eyes, showing a trace of timidity in his expression: "Am I bothering you?"

He Yan shook his head.Hao Liang is not an annoying child, on the contrary, he praises himself happily every day, and he is still a little happy in his heart.

But he couldn't stay with this boy for too long.He Yan was afraid that he would disappear from this world one day because he was always by his side, just like his parents and relatives.

"People who stayed with me for a long time didn't end well." He Yan said in a low voice.Although he hasn't entered junior high school yet, he still feels that it's a second-school child to say this sentence.But he had to say it.

After hearing this, Hao Liang blinked, but smiled softly. "Is this the reason?" He drooped his small chest with his fist, "I'm fine! I've always had good luck, so I'm not afraid."

"Look," he frowned, revealing a sly look, "I provoke Li Yuanqing and his gang every day, and I haven't been beaten up to date. Could it also explain something?"

The corners of He Yan's mouth couldn't hold back, and turned up slightly. "If I hadn't helped you, you would have been beaten up long ago," he said.

"That's it." Hao Liang said childishly, reaching out to hold He Yan's hand.

"So, it's not a bad thing for me to be with you after all."

Hao Liang's hand was warm and soft. He Yan slightly bent his fingers and held his hand in his palm.

yes.He Yan thought silently, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

Soon, the new semester began, and the school changed uniforms uniformly.He Yan had no money, so he didn't buy it.

Every time he goes out for exercises, only He Yan's old school uniform is out of place.As the squad leader, Li Yuanqing picked on He Yan several times for this reason.He Yan didn't care.On the contrary, Hao Liang often complained to He Yan.

"For not wearing a school uniform, another point was deducted in class today. He Yan stayed on duty." Li Yuanqing said coldly.

"He's wearing a school uniform!" Hao Liang jumped up, "You can't always punish him!"

"Old school uniforms don't count." Li Yuanqing gave him a disdainful look, and was about to leave with his schoolbag on his back.Hao Liang gritted his teeth and reached out to grab Li Yuanqing's schoolbag, but was stopped by He Yan.

"It's okay." He Yan said, and handed Hao Liang's schoolbag to him, "I'll finish sweeping it in a while, you can go home first."

"But..." Hao Liang looked at He Yan.He knew that He Yan's family was poor, so he rushed home every day to help his aunt with work.In this way, if you are on duty every day, you will lose part of your income.

He Yan waved his hand to let Hao Liang leave, and began to move the stool to sweep the floor by himself.Hao Liang looked at him with his mouth pursed, seeing that he didn't care at all, he raised his head and walked away.

That night, after He Yan returned home, he habitually sat by the bed and looked towards the park.

But tonight, he didn't see the little boy and the two ducks following him.

As soon as he started school the next day, He Yan was called to the office by the teacher in charge.The head teacher handed him a brand new school uniform.

"For you." It was a kind female teacher, always with a little smile in her eyes.

He Yan looked at the school uniform, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

"A classmate specially paid for it for you." The teacher looked at him tenderly, "Can you guess who it is?"

He Yan nodded silently, took the school uniform, and returned to the classroom.He sat down on the seat, looked up, and met Hao Liang's eyes.

Hao Liang's eyes were red and swollen. When he saw He Yan, he smiled at him and turned around quickly.

He Yan's heart skipped a beat, he sighed softly, tore off the plastic sheet covering his school uniform, and went to the bathroom to change.

Putting on his new school uniform, Li Yuanqing naturally couldn't find a reason for the penalty day, so he could finally leave school on time.

He Yan walked slowly on the way home, Hao Liang followed behind him.Hearing the soft sound of Hao Liang's soft-soled sneakers hitting the ground, he stopped, pulled Hao Liang's sleeve, and pulled him to his side.

"How much did you sell your ducks for?" he asked in a low voice.

Hao Liang's family is strictly controlled, and he doesn't have a penny of pocket money. He Yan knows this.And he was well-behaved, so he couldn't do anything to steal money from the family.If he bought himself a school uniform, there was only one way.

Hao Liang was stunned. "6 yuan a catty." He whispered.

He Yan looked into Hao Liang's eyes.For the first time, he felt distressed in his chest, and he couldn't help pinching the back of Hao Liang's hand lightly.

"Fool," he whispered, "you sold it too cheap."

Hao Liang rubbed his eyes, looked like he was about to cry, and pouted slightly: "I don't understand. I took the duck to the vegetable market, and a few people gathered around..."

He Yan smiled softly, reached into his schoolbag, took out a piece of nougat, and stuffed it into Hao Liang's mouth.

Hao Liang has no pocket money, and can't even eat snacks, so he can only look at the canteen with greedy eyes.This candy was specially made for Hao Liang by He Yan who picked up the broken pieces for a few days after he finished making them. He earned a few dollars and bought marshmallows and peanuts.

"Is it delicious?" he asked.

"Delicious!" Hao Liang lowered his eyes and smiled sweetly.He Yan's small heart beat rapidly a few times.

From now on, I will pick up junk every day.he thinks.

The two soon entered junior high school together.Perhaps Hao Liang really had "good luck". He and He Yan had been in the same class, and the seats were not too far apart.

Hao Liang helps He Yan with his work every day, even to his home.But Hao Liang was clumsy and weak, so He Yan didn't care.He enjoyed the boy's time with him.

When Hao Liang was at his house, he felt that the room was full of sunshine, as if his aunt's feet became more flexible.

He Yan always remembers the first time Hao Liang came to his house.It was the weekend, he went out to do odd jobs in the snack bar downstairs, and he was not at home.It was my aunt who opened the door for Hao Liang.

He returned home to find the house had been thoroughly cleaned.The stove has been wiped, although it is still not very clean.There was a sweet milky fragrance in the room. Hao Liang squatted in his usual seat in the living room, chatting with his aunt.

Seeing He Yan, Hao Liang stood up and gave He Yan a cup of milk tea.

"Do you have pocket money to buy milk tea?" He Yan put down his backpack and couldn't help asking.

"I save money on lunch." Hao Liang replied with a smile.

He Yan blinked and found that there was also a cup on the coffee table beside his aunt. He couldn't help but shook his head and patted Hao Liang's hairy head.

"Buying this without eating, no wonder I don't grow taller." He said.

The aunt sat on the rocking chair, smiling and looking at the two teenagers.He Yan turned his head and searched on the table.

"Auntie, what about the things I knitted before I left?" He Yan asked, "I haven't finished knitting yet."

Hao Liang's expression changed, and he hurriedly winked at his aunt, but the aunt couldn't understand, and replied with a smile: "Press it under the seat cushion."

He Yan opened the seat cushion, and sure enough, he saw the small tapestry he wove.However, at the place where he ended up, another section of crooked stitches was added, and the technique was jerky. If it was not removed, it would be impossible to continue weaving.

He Yan looked up at Hao Liang, Hao Liang clenched his hands nervously, then lowered his head.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, "I was trying to help you... I'm so stupid..."

He Yan laughed involuntarily. "That's not the way to weave," he said, "I'll teach you."

Hao Liang's eyes lit up.He watched He Yan undo what he was knitting bit by bit, and put wool on the needle again.

"Put the thread through here, and then go around here... Do you understand?" He Yan said while demonstrating, and then handed the needle and thread to Hao Liang, "You have a try."

Hao Liangliang nodded and took over the needle and thread, but still couldn't figure it out.He poked it twice, and the wool came loose, and he could not help but look at He Yan with a mournful face.

He Yan chuckled, opened his arms, and wrapped Hao Liang in his arms.He squeezed Hao Liang's hand and taught him little by little how to weave the wool into it.

"...That's all right." He Yan rested his chin on Hao Liang's shoulder, and weaved a row of threads.Hao Liang nodded slightly.

He Yan only felt a hot air on his cheek, he turned his head slightly, and saw that Hao Liang's ears were red, as if he could drip blood.

Is it hot in the house?He Yan was a little puzzled, but he didn't intend to delve into it.

He circled Hao Liang's body, holding Hao Liang's hand in his own, feeling the soft and warm life, weaving a simple tapestry bit by bit.

He Yan looked at the end of the knitting needle, where the name of his deceased grandmother was engraved.He hugged Hao Liang, but for some reason, he had the illusion that he was holding the whole world in his arms.