critical value

I was dressed in the same clothes as when I died, and also the same as the summer vacation when I first met him, just all in black.

In order to be able to pretend to be 13 a little bit, except in winter, I have been stepping on a pair of two-toothed clogs. As a result, the sound of "Kaka" attracted too many heads, and it was easy to be discovered in advance when chasing others, so I was really caught. All kinds of people have complained countless times, saying that there is no need to do such unworthy things in order to increase height.It doesn't matter, because Huo Huan didn't say anything, so I take it for granted that it's all because those who complained about me have no taste.

In fact, Huo Huan's dressing taste should also be complained about - he always wears white, as if it is a protective color in a snowy day, no matter in any of the four seasons, even winter and summer, as long as he goes out to chase others , I will definitely wear a white suit. In summer, I am hot like a dog, and in winter, I am shivering in the cold wrapped in a big furry cloak.

There is another point that is more ghostly. I don’t know if he is playing the routine in the elementary school text "Brush Lee", going to chase and kill others, wearing white on purpose, and will be looked at abruptly when he gets dust and blood on it. Come out, so I deliberately honed my ability, and in the process of chasing and killing others, I had to keep my clothes spotless, without splashing a drop of blood.

It's a pity that he has never done this kind of trick to hone himself.

So it's more fun, if there is still a long distance between the completion of the task and the answering brother, and that distance is still a bustling public place, he will take out a seal from the big Doraemon pocket that he carries, Sticking it on his face, rolling his eyes, he calmly walked through the crowd.

Others will consciously move away when they see him, because anyone has been taught by their parents in childhood-don't get too close to those who behave strangely.I followed behind him, happy and relaxed, and seeing others huddling together and deliberately giving way to the two of us made me even happier.Of course, I also understand that this is all because he is too crazy.

But who care?

It must not be me, at least I am sober.

In fact, I really miss that time, because the matter of putting on the seal is the most vivid in my memory, so I recall it first, but there are not many days when two figures, one black and one white, walk through the streets without the seal.

Sometimes it's just about hanging out, hanging out, living a so-called real life, and other times it's about killing people.I don't care, and he probably doesn't care, no matter what the purpose is, it's just two people playing around, deliberately going around a long way and passing some interesting places before arriving at the destination.

Giggling "ah ha ha ha", chasing and slapsticking, or secretly laughing at other people who are more normal than us.I was bored for four years because I was recuperating in an old villa in the mountains and forests. He was tortured because he was bored and had nothing to do. I am crazy for a second, and if I am crazy, I can be sued for disturbing the people, but I have never been sued, so I just play around~

If something bad was found out, the two of them would look at each other, stare at each other, deliberately pretending not to know what happened.Then the person who was punished gave us a vicious look, and in the end there was nothing he could do, so he had to leave.

In fact, in retrospect, it should be quite embarrassing for him. Although I was only thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, he was already in his 20s, and he was ashamed of himself in the street like a child. He was actually a very face-saving person. It should be quite difficult.But when I think about it carefully, the bad things we did were usually his bad ideas, and he implemented them himself, and I just watched from the side.

I don't know why, after I left the mountain, he seemed more excited than when we first met during the summer vacation.

The quietest time for the two of us is probably when we are sitting on a bench and resting our feet. Those small chairs on the street are obviously poked into the bushes, but they are always overcrowded, so as long as we occupy them, we don’t want to leave. I got tired after playing, and the two sat quietly. He was playing with his mobile phone and making calls, and I was in a daze. The mobile phone was in my pocket, but I just had no interest in playing.

At this time, I like to look at the surrounding scene. At that time, in the small town at the foot of the mountain, two people rented a small shabby house. The bench we often sat on was next to the small shabby house. Walk out of the alley and turn right on the half of the road——

In winter, there is a layer of snow on the tree opposite the sidewalk, which is piled up on the branches. It actually looks pretty good; in autumn, it is the fallen leaves, which are very common yellow fallen leaves and some black spots. The wind falls a large area together. , and then some years of dirty things on the leaves will run into the eyes; in early summer, there are some fried small shrubs under the tree, and some purple flowers will bloom together. Dizziness.

It was more fun in the early spring. The peach blossom trees above our heads had already bloomed a large area, but Huo Huan only cared about playing with me when he was walking, and he only knew how to play with his mobile phone when he was sitting on the bench. I didn't know there were still flowers blooming on my head, so I looked at my phone and said to me in a very serious tone: "I'm allergic to pollen."

At that time, I thought it was very funny, I just wanted to laugh wantonly "ah ha ha ha" for a while, but I kept my tone deliberately, put on a very serious expression, and asked: "Really?"

He said, "Yeah."

"Oh, you are so pitiful." After saying this, I quickly turned my face away, blushing, and twitched all over my body to hold back the laughter.He was playing with his mobile phone, so he didn't notice my abnormal behavior, and deliberately gave him face, hoping that he would find out one day that the tree hanging on that bench was actually a peach tree. Every spring, when he pretended to be himself When pollen allergy season comes, it will open.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid he never found out in his life.

Or he has already discovered it, but he is afraid of hurting his face when he confesses, so he has always pretended not to have discovered it—yes, this is still more like him.

Thinking back on what happened so long ago now, carefully looking at it with your fingers, it seems that ten...twelve or three years have passed, but it is still so vivid, although it does not seem like what happened yesterday, But the feeling of happiness at that time was still imprinted in my heart and could not fade away.

At that time, because the two of us were too noisy, we were notorious in the neighborhood. When we heard the silly laughter of "Ahahaha", and laughed very loudly, when we turned around, we must have two people, one black and one white. shadow.

At that time, it was still the same routine as in TV dramas, I didn’t know how to cherish this kind of life, I just took it for granted, sometimes I still find him annoying when he teases others, even though I am the happiest person in the future...even though I enjoy the fruits of his labor in such a shameless manner, but he still enjoys doing it, chasing others over and over without regard for face.

At that time, I thought he was probably enjoying the process, but now, when I think about it after losing him, I suddenly feel that maybe he did those things to make me happy, he acted very excited to make me happy .Especially when I think about it suddenly, it seems that every time I laugh again, he will laugh more happily, and I feel so even more.

Another ten years have passed since his death, and I recalled these things before I died. I did not doubt the idea of ​​"he was all for me" because of the passage of time, but I believed it more and more firmly.

Maybe this is true. When I first came out of the mountain, maybe I haven’t seen so many people in 4 years, and I feel tired and depressed every day.The memories of that time are full of scenes of him surrounding me no matter what, often making loud noises on purpose, telling some silly jokes, sometimes I think he is annoying and drive him away, and then he will stick to me again , After going back and forth like this, I gradually got used to it, and sometimes he would be very happy when he smiled, his pale face was flushed...

After that, it was not my delusion that I could gradually get used to the crowded environment and gradually meet strangers. I always thought that I was very strong, and gradually changed under the pressure of the environment.But it's not, and I didn't discover this until long after Huoshan died.

When I met him before when he was alive, we had a little relationship, but not very close relationship. She greeted me very kindly, and I returned her warmly, and even said a lot of unnecessary gossip.She said that I have changed, and I am much more cheerful than before. I used to be very cold, and I would not do anything that was not necessary to interact with others, and the most I could do was just say hello.

It was only at that moment that I suddenly realized that I didn’t actually become cheerful, but the only one who was cheerful with Brother Huanhan, who was the only one who messed around with him, and the only one who was able to greet strangers when he was with him, and I could ignore it because of his company The crowd of strangers around him actually left many people in the cold, but he didn't realize it—because he was the only one who cared about him.

I have always thought that I obviously like him, but I am like a pure girl who "does a lot, but never talks about it" without saying anything, but in fact it is not.The person who really did a lot is Huo Huan, he helped me survive, and he also helped me survive. After that, when he died, I relied entirely on his little influence on me. It took him ten years to live like him.

He was also the one who really expressed less, because I didn't even discover the meaning of what he did until after his death.

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Recently, my hand speed is a little slow, and the scheduled time for typing a chapter is two hours.