critical value

"He is afraid of his fragmented body and mind. It seems that countless worms are eating away at the skin." - A certain Chexia Tongrenwen.

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The first time I saw him, he was sitting by a creek near my house in his old, tattered clothes.

That year, I was 6 years old and he was 14 years old.

As for why I like to wander around Xiaohewan when I have nothing to do, haven’t I been taught by my parents that “it’s dangerous to go by the river!”?Actually no, although I don't have any youthful tendencies, nor any rebellious tendencies, but I really hate my parents.This is so coincidental~ They hate me too~

So the relationship between us is all kinds, all kinds, all kinds of harmony~

Of course, that setting was irrelevant for at least four years after that.

What matters is the bend in the river.

When I saw him that day, one of them was very casual, and I knew it was a name that came to mind within a second - Nie Can, referred to as Nie Huanhan, so after I got to know him, I especially liked to call him "Brother Huanshan" (laughs) .

My name, although it seems very attractive at first glance - Di Yusi, but maybe I'm the only one who thinks so - this name is inexplicably associated with "Hell Death".But no one has mentioned this matter to me so far, maybe I am just being sentimental... Hehe, it's best to be like this...

Under the coercion of my parents that day, I had to stand next to the big iron gate, leaning against a piece of red rusty iron, feeling more and more bored, so I opened the door that should have been creaking very technically. Looking out secretly, he saw him sitting beside the creek with a thoughtful expression.

Because my unbearable childhood was spent in a very dilapidated place, just like the slums in ancient Rome, with stoves burning, public toilets, and garbage piled up everywhere, all of that feeling Small dilapidated bungalows that can be soaked by rain, and the roads are also full of potholes and dirt roads. They are full of sick people and drug addicts, and basically no strangers visit.So when I see a Ouba who is full of snake spirit and energy that I haven't seen before, I will naively want to contact him.

So I got more technical and slipped through the crack of the door that was supposed to be creaking.

A person sneaked close to the snake spirit Ouba, and saw that he didn't care at all about the shabby clothes, sitting casually on the muddy riverside, and I didn't care about my little black sundress anymore. Pushing himself on the ground, rubbing the broken shoes on the ground, he slid to the edge of the river and sat beside him.

The strange thing is, this person should obviously feel that someone "slipped" to him, but he didn't look back at me, his expression didn't even change, he didn't stop shaking his feet, he still looked thoughtful looking into the distance.In fact, seeing him like this made me very unhappy, but I couldn't beat him again, so I kept chatting with him in an annoying and annoying manner, saying that it was just chatting, but it was just my one-sided talk.

Then, after talking like this for a long time, he suddenly looked back at me and said, "Can you stop talking? I'm pretending to be autistic."

Hearing him say this made me even more upset, and I began to tell him very seriously, "I am helping you, you can only show that you are a person if others are noisy and noisy, and you still keep your composure. Autism!", which is almost the central idea.In the end, he annoyed him, rolled his eyes, and lay down beside him, pretending to be dead. (laugh)

That's right, I just laughed at that time, very presumptuously, laughing like "ah ha ha ha" and saying, "You stupid 13! Ah ha ha ha! You stupid 13!" I said it over and over again.

In the end, he was scared away by me, but the next day he still came to the spot and walked pretendingly leaning on the wall.

So, the boat of our love (crossed out) friendship began to be built like this.

I don’t know when we started to get acquainted. Anyway, when I realized that our way of getting along with the two of us was completely different from the beginning, we were already very familiar, so familiar that I started calling him "Brother Volcano". I have no interest in pretending to be autistic, and casually expose my crazy nature.He still has more madness and less insanity. Of course, the most common thing is madness.

It was a really happy time during that time. The two of us sat on the dirty riverside of the creek with nothing to do, and then threw stones into the water, he casually threw them farther than me, and then I was unconvinced in various ways, and challenged him over and over again, and he hit me over and over again, and in the end it often became that the two of them were very snake-like and would not be tired of throwing stones for a day.

Otherwise, there are two people, I followed him, he took me, and ran away together without a trace.I crossed the railway tracks, ran out of this urban village, and then wandered around the streets. I still remember one time, he pointed to an orphanage and told me that it was his home.

Sometimes there are still two people, when all kinds of fruits are ripe, I follow him, and he takes me, running away together without a trace.Skillfully sneaked into the small courtyard of the neighbor’s house, secretly removed their broken wooden ladder, and then climbed onto the roof of someone else’s house, gently pulling the fruit trees next to them, eating whatever they liked eat.I still remember one time, when I climbed a tree and couldn’t get down, I was dragged down by him “swish”. It was really a painful experience...

Anyway, I had a good time during that time, and sometimes I even played tricks on the neighbor's dog or something.I went to primary school not long after, and I haven't played like this for a long time, but he probably had a good life alone, and soon he was adopted by a young gangster boss for unknown reasons.

Afterwards, he seemed to have not come to see me for a few days. At that moment, he thought that he loved the new and disliked the old, and that he would be out of the wall after climbing the golden phoenix of someone else's house.Not long after, it seemed like a weekend, he came to me, driving a high-profile car without a license, was almost hit to death on the railroad track, splashed the mud all the way, covered a car full of mud, the car contained Looking at the driver who couldn't find the way because of the remote place, he stuck his head and hands out of the window while driving, and waved to me who was drifting by the creek.

He looked so excited that day.

Because of the incorrect driving posture, I drove for a long distance before finally stepping on the brakes, and then jumped out of the car. The sickly pale face was flushed like a child seeing snacks or toys. He asked me excitedly if I had time today, and when I said yes, he grabbed my hand and got into the car, telling the driver to drive the car home.

I didn't know at the time that I drove to the mountain as soon as I drove it!

Ci'ao, if I had known about the widow, I wouldn't have come!

Of course, this is a story.

In the preface, Brother Huoshan sat next to the tall ashes and told me about the past—for example, how he was adopted that day.

In fact, it is very simple, because it is very difficult to pretend to be autistic without revealing your secrets. As long as there are people around, you must not squint, and you have to walk by touching the walls wherever you go, so he himself prefers to be deliberate. Take a long detour, run to a place with few people, let yourself go, and walk bouncing around.

In fact, it was really scary. He was bouncing and walking in a dark and remote alley, and then he seemed to step on something that was soft, hard, and slightly slippery. At the same time, he heard something There was a scream from under his feet, and he quickly moved his feet away in fright, staring at the place where he just stepped down with a dazed expression.

I heard someone on the ground say: "Great, my arm almost broke."

What good is a nearly broken arm?

The man struggled to get up from the ground, and for some unknown reason, several figures suddenly descended from the sky, and he said calmly to those figures: "Let's record everything, he will be your prince from now on. "Huangying didn't say anything, just silently placed a video camera in front of him, "Heigulongdong, I can't see anything, I want high-definition and no code." Then he pushed the camera away and chased away the one on the end of the camera. silhouette.

Brother Huohan was standing by the side at that time, with a dazed and embarrassed look on his face, probably because he sensed the embarrassment, and explained a little bit to Brother Huohan: "I swore a poisonous oath just now, and I will lie down this afternoon. Here, if the first person to step on me is a minor, I will adopt him decisively."

It seems that the boss of the gangster believes in all kinds of fate, so he somehow became the young master of the gangster, as for why the young master?Because he is only four years younger than his nominal father.In name, he is the son of the Lun family, but in fact he is the younger brother of the Lun family, who is going to be raised and reaped from childhood.

Child bride?That should be a few years earlier...

When we got to the mountain, both of us were in the same state. We sat in the car until we doubted life, felt sore in our waist and legs, and mentally weak, as if our bodies had been hollowed out.But he was still very strong, pointing to an old mountain villa hidden behind the messy woods and said: "Look, that's my home."

How do you feel that this development is a bit of a Korean drama?

The author has something to say:

I feel that the eldest sister is the most rascal among these characters... So the writing style must be changed again, but in fact it can't last for a few days, I also know...

PS: I am tired of watching anime today...

PPS: The word count is not enough...