The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

The sun has not risen for several days, the light rain is pattering, and the window edges are being beaten non-stop.

Cheng Yi was packing his backpack.

Gambo looked at the open door, in a daze.

Wang Ming was practicing calligraphy and was upset.

The wind blew in from the door, the three of them heard the sound, looked at the door, and saw Duan Fang walking in with a big basket.

He didn't have an umbrella, and he wore a bamboo hat on his head. His trousers and shoes were soaked by the rain, and he accidentally dropped some mud.

He was carrying the basket with some difficulty, and Gan Bo was close enough to help him pick it up.

Lifting off the cloth covering the basket, several dishes inside were covered upside down with small plates and small bowls, stacked one on top of the other, filling the entire basket.

"Where do you get so many dishes?" Gan Bo asked.

"Grandma Zhao heard that you were leaving, so I asked me to bring it here." Duanfang took a breath, and his eyes fell on Cheng Yi who was beside the bed, "Brother Cheng, it's time for dinner."

The four of them sat on the small bench as usual, holding their own bowls and eating in silence, only heard the slight sound of chewing, but no one spoke.

The quiet atmosphere is somewhat unusual.

Wang Ming took two mouthfuls of rice with his head down, raised his head and looked at Duan Fang opposite, and saw that he kept his head down and ate without saying a word, as if he had put all his thoughts into the bowl in front of him.

Is the meal so delicious?Wang Ming felt a little uncomfortable.

The three of them are leaving tomorrow, just thinking about it, he can't even eat, but Duan Fang, who has lived together for so long, doesn't seem to respond at all.

"Hey, Fang Goudan," he called.

Duanfang raised his head, looking straight at him with his eyes, the same as when they first met.

Wang Ming wanted to laugh a little bit, but couldn't quite make it out.

"Hey, don't you feel that you can't bear to part with me?" He is leaving tomorrow, and this brat should be as sad as he is too sad to eat.

Are you reluctant?

Duan Fang looked at him, then at the other two, and nodded silently.

His simple expressions and movements were not the answer Wang Ming wanted to see at all.

Even if it's not full of tears, it must at least have a sad expression.

He was a little angry, he had already regarded Duan Fang as his younger brother, but now that his elder brother was about to leave, the younger brother didn't respond at all.

"Dog egg, don't eat it." He said, "Now reflect on yourself, are you ashamed?"

"Ah?" Duan Fang looked blank, not knowing what to reflect on.

"Tell me yourself, is there someone like you who is a younger brother?" Wang Ming was indignant.

Gan Bo pulled him back, "Stop making trouble, this is the last time we all have dinner together, so please be happy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.The relaxed atmosphere aroused by Wang Ming just now was swept away, and the room became dull again.

After dinner, Wang Ming took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Gan Bo also stood up and began to tidy up the tables, chairs and benches. He used to feel that he couldn't finish the tiring work, but today he seemed to be able to finish it in one go. It always felt that time passed very quickly.

Although I have been dawdling with time, it is still time to pack my things.

Wang Ming was sitting by the bed, cleaning out his big suitcase, and remembered the scene when he went up the mountain.

"The first day I came, I almost threw this box off the hill."

Before he went up the mountain, he didn't know what was going on in his head. He brought a box full of hats, clothes and shoes, and he was almost too tired to climb the mountain.

"Now, even if I run up the mountain with my suitcase on my shoulders, it's not a big problem." Every day I walk to and from school on mountain roads, and my physical fitness has improved more than a little.

Gan Bo laughed. After less than a month of training, it is still possible for him to go back to be a school bully with this body.But he just thought about it.

Wang Ming searched over and over in the box, but couldn't find anything to keep.All the snacks in the box were taken away by the program team, and the remaining clothes and shoes were not suitable for wearing properly. There was nothing useful in the big box.

"I knew I should have brought something interesting back then." In that case, I could have left something for Duanfang before.

Gan Bo was also packing his suitcases. He was not as narcissistic as Wang Ming. He came for the transformation and brought so many clothes, only a relatively small suitcase.

"Do you have any that can be used on the mountain?" Wang Ming asked him.

"What do you think? If I had it, wouldn't I have taken it out earlier?" Gan Bo asked back.

There were indeed a lot of things in the box when he came, but they were all to cover up the rivets and playing cards, but those were all searched by the program team.

"Sigh." Wang Ming sighed, "I don't know how the kid will live after we leave."

"You're thinking too much." Gan Bo patted him on the shoulder, "We didn't have us before, and that's how he came here."

"I know, I'm just..." He just couldn't rest assured.

Wang Ming didn't know how he became like this, and he was so worried about a child who was not related by blood and had only been with him for less than a month.

Gan Bo let go of his eyes, "You can't worry about it, and no one can say what will happen in the future."

Wang Ming frowned and muttered, "But he's only so old, he's thin and short, and he's still a child, but he has to take care of a younger sister who is in elementary school." Thinking about this kind of life, it feels hard.

Gan Bo also sighed, "I don't know if I'll come back here tomorrow."

He looked at this old house, there was no clean ceiling, only a short and dark roof with wooden beams exposed.Every night before he closes his eyes, he thinks about how many years these logs have been. Will the room collapse when he falls asleep and the wind blows in the middle of the night.

But now looking at these beams, he doesn't seem to be afraid at all, instead he has a strange sense of belonging.

In his own home, the ceiling is very high, housekeepers come to clean it regularly, the room is bright and bright, but it doesn't give him that feeling, which is really strange.

"Don't worry." Wang Ming fell down on the bed and said to Gan Bo, "I will come, let's leave a contact information, and I will call you to come with me when the time comes."

What he said was very firm, but Gampo didn't respond.

This short time together was like an adventure in life, which made him see a completely different world from before.No one will look up to him because of his father, and no one will look down on him because of his past nonsense. He is just himself, and he has a chance to start again.

But these are too unreal, maybe once he goes back, this beautiful dream will be shattered.

"Xiao Ming."

"Huh?" Wang Ming snorted.

"Sometimes I really envy you." He has seen too many fickle people, and he doesn't know if he will change when he goes back, maybe he himself is one of them.

"What are you envious of?" Wang Ming lay on the bed, looking at him with his head propped up, "Even if you go back, don't be afraid, I will still cover you."

"Let's hang out with you." Gan Bo also lay down on his head. "We are not from the same city. Are you planning to transfer schools?"

He mocked, it would be better if he and Cheng Yi were still in the same school, but Wang Ming and them were not in the same city, so the relationship would definitely weaken in the future.

But unexpectedly, Wang Ming nodded.

"Sure." Wang Ming looked at him sideways, "Isn't it just a transfer of schools? I have transferred a lot since I was a child, and the school uniforms at home can make up a football team."

Gampo turned his head to look at him, as if he just realized that he is a weirdo.

On the contrary, Wang Ming became interested. He said enthusiastically, "By the way, Bobo, is your school belle pretty? Does she discriminate against scumbags?"

Gan Bo suddenly didn't worry anymore. Anyway, no matter what happened to him, Wang Ming would be at the bottom in the end, and he wouldn't become a weirdo. Since that was the case, he didn't have anything to worry about.

Cheng Yi is also packing his things. Compared with the two foreigners, his luggage is much simpler.It's just a backpack, which contains a change of clothes and two books. It hardly needs to be packed, and it can be carried on the back and set off.

Sitting next to him, Duanfang bowed his head and practiced calligraphy, as if he didn't see them packing up, looking extraordinarily serious.

"Stop writing." Cheng Yi interrupted him suddenly.

Duan Fang obediently put down his pen, and Cheng Yi saw his finished copybook, the handwriting on it was neat and neat, and the strokes were full of spirit.

It seems that since he agreed to teach him to practice calligraphy at the beginning, the little man's handwriting has improved almost every day. This kind of surprise accumulated unconsciously made him almost feel a sense of anticipation.

"Brother Cheng, can I write well?" Duan Fang looked up at him.

He has become whiter and better-looking, with a small and thin body, he looks ordinary, but his unintentional actions can always bring surprises, he has a kind of unexpected magic power.

Cheng Yi put the copybook aside, reached out and touched Duan Fang's head, he looked at his hands, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. After coming here, he seems to have developed many harmless little habits.

"Brother Cheng?" Duan Fang looked up, not knowing why he was laughing.

"You can sell one automatic wood cutting machine to Uncle Zhou, and lend the second one to Zhao Tu. Just ask him to share half of the firewood with you. Don't run around until your hands grow well."

Speaking of hands, Cheng Yi thought that the reason why Duan Fang got his hands was to save him. It was obviously only two weeks ago, but it seemed like a long time ago, and he still felt a little sad when he thought about it.

"Tomorrow...after I leave, you are not allowed to eat rice cakes anymore. You will not grow taller."

He seemed to have run out of words suddenly, and he wanted to say something else, but couldn't.

Duanfang's hair grew a little longer, and when Cheng Yi rubbed it, it became messy, covering his eyes, his small face was half covered by the hair, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yi sensed something was wrong.

"Brother Cheng..." Duan Fang reached out and pulled his hand off his head.

"You, will you come back?" His voice was very soft, softer than the sound of the rain outside.

Cheng Yi was silent, as if he had made some decision.

He straightened Duanfang's hair, looked into his eyes, took a copybook, flipped it to the back and wrote a line.

"This is my address. You memorize it. I may be busy when I get back. If you have any books you want to read, just write to me and I'll send them to you." He promised.

Originally, Cheng Yi wanted to keep the phone, but he was worried that Duan Fang would not accept it.

Duanfang looked at the copybook with words written on the back, lowered his head, carefully folded it and put it away.

In the dark night, no one can sleep peacefully.Some people hope that the dawn will be a little later, some people hope that the next day will not come, and some people are whispering quietly next to the other person in the same bed.

The small voice was inaudible, buried in the sound of rain, "Brother Cheng, I miss you..."

"Don't want me to go?" Another voice sounded.

"No, I mean I don't want you to do bad things, now is a society ruled by law, we can't..."

"It's so noisy." Another voice was annoyed, "Shut up, little man."

The chattering voice was covered by the raised quilt, and no more voices could be heard.

Even though he tried his best to keep him, Hei Ye left mercilessly.

Hearing the sound of getting up in his ear, Duan Fang shrank into a ball and hid under the quilt.

He heard Wang Ming's voice calling him, and also heard Gan Bo's words to stop him from waking himself up.

"Stop shouting, let Xiaofang sleep for a while, I don't want to say goodbye to my face and leave."

Duanfang closed his eyes tightly, listening to the sound in the room gradually getting quieter, he knew they had cleaned up.

He heard the sound of them walking out slowly, the movement was very light, as if they were afraid of waking him up.

They walked to his bedside, someone reached out and touched his head, someone tucked him under the quilt, and someone sighed softly.

"It's time to go." Someone said.

"Goodbye, Duanfang."

The sound in the room disappeared, and Duan Fang hid under the quilt and quietly opened his eyes.

Madoka, 'Why are you pretending to be asleep?They were all saying goodbye to you just now, but you were pretending to sleep in bed under the quilt. '

Duan Fang did not answer.

Lifting the quilt, he was the only one left in the room. He looked at the beautiful new watch in his hand, and suddenly felt his eyes a little bit dry.

'Madoka, I seem to be a bit reluctant. 'The first three friends he knew in this world, they lived together and attended classes together, but today they bid farewell suddenly.

Duanfang stared blankly at the opposite bed, and suddenly understood something.