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Afterwards, Zhang Haoran and I still maintained that very awkward and disconnected relationship, we would not stay together again except for chasing and killing, and we would not say a word more.So there was no time to stop him from jumping into the fire pit, until the point of no return.

In fact, it is not irreparable, but if the same thing happens to a child of the same age, especially an ordinary child in an ordinary family, it is enough to knock him down, destroy a person's life, and even bring a person's entire family .

But we are more tenacious. Anyway, we are also the ones who have been through the mountains of swords and seas of fire, especially me, who was chased and killed by my own brother.As for why his affairs have something to do with me, it's because I was responsible for controlling him after he confessed everything.

But all of this can be said to be useless, after all, he once fell into illusion.

The moment I found out was already too late, he was already 14 years old at that time, that is, more than a year had passed since he seduced me, even if I already knew that he was bad at school, so bad that he would lie in the arms of people I didn’t know I was flirting in my corner, but I still let him go down with peace of mind, as if he really had nothing to do with me.

How can I say to him later: "I love you." How can I have the right to cry after his death?

However, fortunately, it was discovered at that time.

The moment I realized that the situation was not good, it seemed to be a Wednesday morning. I was so sleepy because I was chasing and killing people in the middle of the night, and while complaining about Zhang Haoran’s recent absenteeism, I fell asleep dizzily in math class I don't know how long I slept, maybe I slept in Chinese class, English class, chemistry class, physics class, and I didn't wake up groggy until almost noon.Even after waking up, I was still a little dizzy, my eyes were barely open, and the top of my head was almost bubbling.

In such a drowsy state, listening to the neighboring table seeming to be loudly promoting something, surrounded by a bunch of classmates who are as tasteless as him—probably showing off pornographic films and dirty jokes as usual.It's really tasteless, and a real old driver would not say it after reading it, because he knows that even if he says it, he will only be called "perverted" by others, such as me...

The taste is too strange.

But today is not the same, because I saw a good-quality person mixed in among the bunch of bad-quality classmates, chatted with me for a while, and there are some girls who get along well, their hobby is writing novels, in order to collect novel materials And listen to some rumors about the series of human beings.

——When I saw her here, I knew that there might be something interesting today.

So I listened attentively.

At the beginning, I still had no taste. It was the big guy at the next table who was talking about him going to the nightclub last night, but he ran into the head teacher—the people around him laughed and said, "It's embarrassing~".He replied: "Ci'ao, it's Ritian's homeroom teacher who is embarrassing~"

"Then, I also saw a little boy who looked like he was in junior high school. He smoked opium and drank alcohol. He hooked up with an uncle just by sitting there. I lost interest after playing for a while, thinking about going back Let's go home, after going out, I saw the two of them cuddling each other walking not far in front, and ran to the hotel to get a room."

"I stopped there and watched from a distance for a while, but when I turned around, I saw someone in the next class, who was in the same class as me in the elementary school, staring at me with a sad face, and I was scared to death.. ....

'what's the matter with you?Came here in the middle of the night to scare you bully? 'I asked him

'It's nothing, it's just a date here with someone else, but the fucking 13 hasn't come yet. '

'oh......'

Anyway, it was boring to go home, so I stood there and chatted with him for a while, until the whole person was shivering in the cold wind.

'Hey, son, don't you feel cold? 'Because I wear less, so I asked him.

' kinda. '

"Go in and wait, md, this damn place has frozen your tyrants into pieces..."

'But I'm out with someone else. '

'Fucking outside? '

'...'

We sat on the sofa in the lobby and chatted loudly for a while, and then we suddenly heard a "boom" upstairs, various sound effects of 'duang', 'dang', 'pia', and then someone The sound effect of rolling and climbing down from upstairs.Looking closely, it turned out to be the pedophile uncle from just now. Behind him was the child from just now. He picked up a vase and threw it at his 'pia'. It's even faster...

Then not long after, someone's friend came, and I left. "

I don't know why, but when I heard him say this, I always felt that the kid who hooked up with the uncle was Zhang Haoran.

"..." Everyone was silent

"Ask! Ask! I heard you say that smoking opium was a slip of the tongue or is it true?" A girl who wrote novels.

"Really, even though it's the type made into the shape of tobacco, I can still tell the difference right away if you bully me. (Satisfied)"

"Oh~~~~" Take out a small notebook and write it down quickly.

The actors were all "hehe", staring at each other, and saying "sao-qi~~~".

Then they were suddenly frightened, because I rushed up, staring and pursing my mouth, and asked my neighbor at the table with a vicious look: "That kid, does he have braids?"

He nodded in a daze, I patted the table annoyed, and changed my expression.I couldn't look at my face, and I didn't know what happened to my expression at that moment. Anyway, the next table was even more confused after I contracted the facial muscles. The author's sister stared at me with shining stars, and the bystanders were silent. The sense of presence has been reduced to the level of the little black shadow.

It was a long time later that I took a picture of a crack in the table. The author’s sister carefully painted the exposed wood with the same color as the leather on the table, and then replaced it with another A bad luck in our class.

As for why I, who is cheerful, optimistic and sociable, no longer care about the things around me, it is because I feel very angry and dizzy with anger.But what was even more dizzying was that I had no idea what the hell I was mad about—no name, so to speak.

Although he didn't know what he was angry about, he knew exactly what action he should take next.

After returning home, I didn't memorize ancient Chinese or do my homework, although it's usually like this.But today I am different from usual, under normal circumstances, I would already be asleep at this time, but now I was wandering around the door of Zhang Weiran and Zhang Haoran’s two brothers’ room. "Bang" kicked the door and entered, but saw Zhang Weiran lying on the bed with a ghost mother-in-law senbei in his mouth. He was already asleep, but was scared by my kick just now, so that he jumped out of the bed.

"Where's your brother?"

He looked at me contemptuously and contemptuously at Concubine Hua and said, "I haven't come back yet." Then he fell back and continued to sleep.

I was silent, walked out of the two of them's room, and concealed the broken door by the way.

Although Zhang Haoran is not here, I still don't want to just give up and go back to the room alone.So I wandered round and round in the hallway, ink stained until midnight, and then squatted in front of the elevator, staring at the stairs, so that no matter what he did, if he came home tonight, I would be caught by me.

Squatting bored until the middle of the night, although the phone is in the pocket and there is nothing to do now, but I am not in the mood to take it out to play, I would rather just squat like that, thinking about boring things in my mind one after another—— For example, what should I do after Zhang Haoran is caught?

scold him?hit him?It always feels useless.Imprisoned. No one is allowed to see?Although it seems to be possible to cut off his bad habits, it is a temporary solution, not a cure for the root cause. If he is not determined to repent and cut off contact with those old friends, it will still be of no use. Instead, he will quit addiction once and for all.Otherwise, I will show up to speak out, move him with emotion and reason, and influence him with sincerity and acceptability, right?But I have no experience in taking drugs, how can I speak out?

Just when I was thinking wildly, I heard the elevator "ding", and then Zhang Haoran jumped out of it with a top-heavy appearance, and he almost fell to the ground. I quickly picked him up——

That day, I hadn't had time to wonder how he got home in this state, and I didn't know that he was almost abducted from the nightclub where he lingered, and then fortunately, a very utilitarian manager of the squirrel department recognized him. Get out of him, drive away those who plotted against him and drive him home.

Of course, I don't know Zhang Haoran's stubborn appearance, he refuses to let others get on the elevator, and he doesn't know why.

But soon we will know, remember the elevator molestation case?Or follow all the way to the room to be obscene?

I never knew what Zhang Haoran experienced during that time, pedantically wandering around all by himself, that I had never experienced before.After all, because I have no money and feel that there is actually no quality there, I haven't been to that kind of place much since I was the second youngest.Ever since I was a child, I still prefer to call a group of brothers, sometimes playing basketball and sometimes fighting. Cover rice and noodles, eat cheap snacks all the way, and sometimes everyone pools in money to eat hot pot to celebrate.

This is my 14 year old.

Although I don’t know much about it, but after watching so many TV dramas, I should know the general idea——Zhang Haoran has a lot of uncles and big bosses and gangsters who love him because of his good looks, underage and petite. Salivating, usually handing cigarettes and alcohol to hook him up softly and hard.Zhang Haoran is relatively young, he can't stand compliments and is extremely impulsive by the atmosphere of the nightclub, he has beaten others out of the hotel several times, he may be physically and mentally exhausted.

This is Zhang Haoran's 14 years old.

The author has something to say:

I really want to write the part about Zhang Haoran’s death as soon as possible. I have already thought about Shi Xiaofeng’s helplessness, despair, self-blame, fear and all kinds of emotions that can knock him down who is proud...