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Song Yao yelled to go to the cafeteria to have a meal. If he was late, maybe even the meat and vegetables would be eaten up. Shang Chu patted him on the back and told him to go first.

"Aren't you together?" Song Yao asked.

"I'll wait a while," Shang Chu said, "I'll find something first."

"What..." Song Yao remembered, "Oh, you are that bear, right? I'll look for it with you!"

"No need," Shang Chu shrugged, with a calm tone, "It's not something expensive. I'll walk around by myself, and if I find it, I'll find it. If I can't find it, forget it."

Song Yao saw that he didn't care much, so he didn't take it seriously, but still hooked his shoulders and said that he wanted to go for a walk with him.

Shang Chu kicked him, threw his card into his arms, and drove away with a smile: "Go to the cafeteria and pack a copy for me, or I really won't be able to eat!"

"That's fine," Song Yao thought for a while, and shook Shang Chu's camper card, "You can go back to bed right away, and I'll take it back for you."

"Okay," Shang Chu put his hands in his pockets, "Thank you."

Shangchu followed the way he came here, from the gate of the base to the original way, looked at every corner carefully, and even fell on the edge of the sandpit, making his pants full of dirt. His bear was not found.

That puppet bear was a gift from his mother for his fifth birthday. At that time, the three of them were still living in Xinyang, a small second-tier city in the south.

His mother couldn't speak, so she bought a little bear that could sing at the touch of a button, which was a rare item more than ten years ago.At that time, his mother worked in a carburetor factory, and her monthly salary was just over [-] yuan. She spent more than ten yuan to buy this little thing for him, and hung it on Shang Chu's key. Five-year-old little Shang Chu I was so happy that I spun around on the bed following the singing.

His mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, clapping her hands one after another, watching him laugh, and making a "woo-woo-woo-woo" sound in her throat, which is what she would make when she was happy, like some kind of out-of-tuned musical instrument. Like a gurgling brook.

......

After his mother died, Shang Chu never listened to songs with the bear doll again.

The manual says that as long as it is not submerged in water, the doll can sing a total of two hundred times, but Shang Chu dare not listen to it, fearing that once it is heard, it will lose one song.But his bear is still broken, getting old with time and becoming as dumb as his mother.

The bear stayed with him for 12 years, longer than his mother spent with her, and now he is just like his mother.

Shang Chu circled around and returned to the gate of the base. The security guard in the security room narrowed his eyes and looked at him, knocked on the window sill with his baton, and warned, "Student, you can't go out if you come in!"

"I know," Shang Chu kicked away a stone at his feet, looked at the corn field outside through the iron gate, then turned and walked back, as if talking to himself, with his head lowered and muttered, "I don't intend to go out. "

He was busy catching the bus, finding the way, and going through formalities all day. The teddy bear could have fallen anywhere, and he knew in his heart that he would never get it back.

In fact, Shang Chu didn't feel particularly sad and lost, he never had any obsession with such things.

Seeing things and thinking about people, he still believed it a little in the first two years after his mother passed away, and after a while he knew that it was all made up by those who wrote novels to make readers cry.

He can't think of people when he sees things. He carries the bear with him every day and every month, but he still forgets what his mother looks like in the cycle of days and months.

She didn't even leave a single photo, Shang Chu can only outline a vague outline when he thinks back now - she originally had hair that grew to the length of her thighs, but she cut it off and sold it for money, leaving only her hair at the ear She has short hair; she is very thin, with a scar on her left forehead that was cut by a wine bottle. She sat on the edge of the bed and clapped her hands, smiling at him, making a "woo-woo-woo-woo" sound from her throat.

She gets up at 05:30 every morning, makes breakfast, rides her bicycle to work in the factory, gets off work at 10 o'clock, goes home to make lunch, waits for Shangchu to come back from class and finish her meal, and she washes the dishes before she has time to lie on the bed After 05 minutes, I got up and rushed to the factory until 30:[-] in the evening. After returning home, I continued to cook food, wash dishes, wipe the floor and wash clothes.

Shang Chu wrote down her daily monotonous activity itinerary on paper and pasted it on the wall, and had to read it many times a day, but the matter of "forgetting" seemed irreversible. On his ninth birthday, he woke up from a dream, holding His bear cried aloud.

In the dream, his mother came to celebrate his birthday, sat in the same position, clapped her hands and smiled at him.This was originally a happy thing, but Shang Chu found that her face was blurred—he had already begun to forget.

Also that night, his father was drunk and tore the piece of paper he had pasted on the wall to shreds. Shang Chu rushed up to fight with him, and he slapped him hard on the door twice. , Fan's mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't even stand up.

It was the first day when he was nine years old, lying by the door like a dead dog, the concrete floor was bitingly cold, and his tears were salty.

He lay on the ground all night, and got up from the ground at dawn. His father was sleeping on the bed, snoring loudly, reeking of alcohol, his pants were half unzipped, and his shoes were still on.

Frankly speaking, Shang Chu wanted to kill him with a kitchen knife for a few seconds, but at this moment he turned over and his thick thigh hit the wooden bed with a "bang", Shang Chu flinched, still afraid.

He ran to the stream with the fucking urn in his arms, sprinkled a handful of white ashes into the river, and murmured, don't come to see me in your dreams again, you can go at ease, you will be relieved when you leave, and don't come to see me again in your next life. Misjudged——No, don’t be an Omega in your next life. You said that when you went to work in the city, you were targeted by human traffickers who abducted and sold Omega. Not to mention being made dumb, you were sold to a beast. You must be careful when you reincarnate Ah, remember to find a rich family.

He originally threw the bear into the river along with the ashes that day, but he was still reluctant after taking it, so he jumped into the river to pick it up, and told it that it would be hard work. You can live with me for a few more years, it’s gone. You and I really have nothing.

In a word, he really lost everything.

Shang Chu couldn’t tell what it’s like now, he couldn’t even tell what it was like to be devastated, but he just felt a little lost in his heart—a kite was always floating in his heart, and although it was flying farther and farther away, there was always a string tied to it , now that thread is also broken, and his kite is completely gone.

After walking around aimlessly, Shang Chu finally walked back to the playground.

He was lying on the metal fence, looking up at the gray sky, with a focused expression, as if he was trying to find something out of the backlog of clouds and mists—but the smog was so severe recently that he couldn’t see where the kite was flying no matter what he looked at .

call out--

A plane flew over overhead, and Shangchu watched it fly away in a daze until the exhaust gas dissipated completely.

"It's fine if you're gone, but it's hard to live with me," he rubbed his nose, and said softly, "But you're broken and ugly, and you can't sing, and no one would pick you up. If I had known that I threw you into the river Li... Forget it, when I get rich, I will buy a big house, buy all your brothers and sisters in the store, listen to them sing and watch them dance every day... "

"Cough cough..."

Before Shang Chu finished his monologue, a low cough suddenly came from behind him, he was startled, his teeth brushed against the tip of his tongue, and a faint smell of blood filled his mouth instantly.

Shang Chu turned his head and saw that Bai Aize was standing on the steps a few steps away, with his hands in his pockets, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"You're not bothering me?" Bai Aize raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me." Shang Chu covered his mouth and stared at him viciously, "How much do you hear?"

"When I first came here, it probably started when I got rich," Bai Aize honestly recalled, "What else does singing and dancing do?"

"Okay, okay!" Shang Chu squeezed out a sentence word by word through the gap between his teeth, "I warn you, you'd better pretend you didn't hear it!"

Bai Aize nodded: "Well, I didn't hear that."

Shang Chu: "..."

I don't know why I'm more angry.

One of them stood on the steps, the other leaned against the railing, looking at each other from a distance of several meters.

Shang Chu covered his mouth, the tip of his tongue was broken, and a sharp pain came from his mouth, but he is No.1, and he must not show any pain in front of the idiot Bai Aize, so he could only freeze his face and wait Bai Aize left before he knew what to do.

But Bai Aize didn't leave, and stood leisurely on the steps, looking at Shang Chu with great interest.

His eyes are narrow and long, with raised eye tails, very attractive. At this moment, there is a hint of warning in those eyes, like some kind of ferocious beast; The tears and the fierce eyes lost their deterrent power.

It's a bit like the Maine Coon cat raised by my elder brother. It is very fierce when it is scratched with one paw, but it is found to be soft and soft when it is scratched.

Bai Aize met the same people in Bai's house and private school, as if they were cast out of a unified elite template. It was the first time he saw such eyes. It was very special and vivid.

"Fuck!" Seeing his unmoved appearance, Shang Chu couldn't help cursing, "You stay here, I'm leaving."

"Student Shang," Bai Aize stopped him, "Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Shang Chu turned his head and stared at him with a frown.

"The singing and dancing you just mentioned," Bai Aize asked seriously, "Do you mean raising a starlet?"

"..." Shang Chu's forehead twitched heavily.

Bai Aize smiled: "Misunderstanding, just kidding."

"Let's go, let's play basketball!"

"Did you eat the stewed chicken with mushrooms just now? It feels good!"

"Bah! I ate a hair, curly, vomit—"

......

The building behind is the cafeteria. There was a loud noise, and other students were coming this way after eating.

Shang Chu paused, now his mouth was covered with blood, he didn't want others to see his embarrassed appearance, so he took two steps back and stood behind a pillar.

"Student Shang."

Bai Aize called him.

"Refused to answer!" Shang Chu said in a muffled voice.

Bai Aize sneered: "Go on."

He took out an anti-smog mask from his pocket, raised his hand and threw it at Shangchu.