instant ashes

The torrential rain in early summer always comes as soon as it is said.

The soil layer in the mountain is very thick and quite muddy. I stepped on it with a weight of more than 40 kilograms and could leave a not shallow mud pit. They were quickly filled by the heavy rain and formed small puddles one after another.The rain covered my face, and I couldn't see the road clearly. The mountain road was difficult to walk, but this time it was even worse. I sneezed three times in a row, and felt that my body temperature was dropping.

Damn, I just finished school!This day, it poured my heart out like a torn water bag!But now I can only complain that the rain is too ferocious, while carefully supporting the trunk to move, and distinguish the direction to go home.

My name is Hong Zhi, male, 15 years old, a student of Hope Middle School, a child who grew up in a ravine, his father works outside all the year round, and his mother grows vegetables and raises livestock at home. He is a left-behind child. His favorite thing to do is touching shrimps. Take a bath with Tweety who peeks at the same village.To be honest, I don’t particularly yearn for life in the city. I just think that when I was 18 years old, I could marry the same 18-year-old Tweety as my wife. What kind of life~

"Boom--!"

A thunderstorm ruthlessly interrupted my daydream, the sound almost pierced my eardrums, and the torrential rain was getting worse and worse. I was cursing in my heart that the weather was crazy, and I was anxiously looking for a temporary shelter. rainy land.

In my blurred vision, I seem to see a pavilion not far away.

……Huh?When was a pavilion built there? It's pretty nice and antique.Without thinking too much, I hurried into the pavilion.

The moment I entered the pavilion, I seemed to have a strange feeling, as if someone had pulled out a huge soap bubble and covered me in it for a moment, and then my head was dizzy, I thought it was a cold Before the prelude, I quickly took off my wet coat and twisted it twice. Suddenly, I heard a slight breathing sound from my ear, and I felt a cold breath spraying on my side face. It exploded, and turned his head in a strange way.

A drowned chicken who was more embarrassed than me was standing next to me.

…….Um…….

... This person looks familiar.

....This person is my classmate.

Hold the grass! Isn't this person Fan Xiaoyun!

Fan Xiaoyun, male, age is unknown, he should be around my age. I don’t know how many years since his father died. His family members are only his mother and grandma. His mother seems to be a little mentally ill. Anyway, his mind is not normal, and I don’t know why Even his grandma didn't feel sorry for her grandson.In addition, he usually does not speak in the class, and has been sitting in the back corner of the classroom, so he became the bullying target of our class, no, the whole school.Although I never bullied him, I never talked to him either.

It’s the first time I found him on the same road as me. It seems that he came here one step ahead of me to shelter from the rain. Also, our village is only a few dozen miles away from this mountain, and the children in our whole school are basically from the same village.We are familiar with each other, but because Fan Xiaoyun is usually too gloomy, and I don't care about everything (I am also a "lone ranger"), so I don't know where he lives.

The rain outside seemed to calm down a bit, but it wouldn't go away for a while, so I looked at him silently. A gray T-shirt was sticking wetly to his thin body, and his slender two There were bruises and scars on his arms. His complexion was very fair, but he seemed a little unhealthy. His legs were trembling slightly, which should be from the cold.

Damn, it's a bit miserable.

I don't have much sympathy, but now this person is standing next to me, drooping his head, shaking, as if he is going to faint in a second.

I opened my schoolbag, took out the only steamed bun left in it, and handed it to him.

"My mother brought me too many. I ate 4 at noon. I haven't bitten this one."

He looked at the steamed bun in my hand, but didn't take it.

So I stuffed the buns into his hand and left.

You ask me why the rain hasn't stopped, no, tsk, if he really faints later, I won't be in more trouble?

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It's the first time I'm making a fuss, and I'm shivering. . . . .