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"Get up, Hong Zhi."

A pleasant voice sounded in my ears, like a pure stream, gentle and tolerant, making people want to rely on acting like a baby unconsciously.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open, but I still couldn't help but want to curl the corners of my mouth. I think I should have smiled, because I heard the man laughing lowly.

"Hong Zhi! Xiao Yun! Get up, have breakfast, and get ready for school!"

My mother's loud voice exploded outside the house, and I rolled down from the bed in a jerk. Fan Xiaoyun looked at me like this and let out a happy laugh, but I couldn't laugh. I was embarrassed by the situation just now, and now Annoyed by the situation, so embarrassed and annoyed I can only—

Stare at him seriously!

Fan Xiaoyun's hair was disheveled by his sleep, curled playfully, and trembled with the vibration of his laughter, the hair was very soft, and the anti-gravity left sea "flyed" towards the sky , completely exposed his delicate face, his mouth is small, so no matter how big the grin is, it won't make people feel vicious or strange, but only feel

--cute.

"Feeling better physically?" he asked.

"It's much better, with a strong body like mine, tsk, isn't it!"

I showed him a little bit of my muscles.

To be honest, I feel that my body is much more relaxed, and it should have healed itself.

"That's really great." There seemed to be some joy in his voice.

"Let's go to class." I said.

I went to school with him.

Recently, no one seems to bully Fan Xiaoyun anymore, not because I am powerful enough to cover him, but because the people around are watching us, gossip about us, and just stand still.Especially now that the two of us are still here together, the way the students look at us is very subtle.

This day was spent in this calmness, like the calm before the storm.

I am a little hesitant to let him come to my house to help me make up lessons today.

After the teacher announced that school was over, I was slowly packing up my books and pens, hesitant in my heart.At this time, he came over, threw his Ultraman schoolbag donated by someone unknown on his back, and said to me:

"There's a math test tomorrow, are you ready?"

"I……"

"I know what questions the teacher will ask."

"you……"

"She will draw questions from the Huanggang test paper every time, and I am sure she will come up with at least a few big-mark questions."

"Wow……"

"I heard that your dad is coming back soon?"

"……Correct."

Ever since, he came to my house again. I studied hard, and he explained patiently. If I didn’t understand, I would ask, and he would answer every question.In this way, we both worked until nine o'clock.

Ever since, he lived again.

So, at night I dreamed again.It was still the same beautiful woman, but this time the woman's stomach had disappeared. She was sitting on the ground with straw wrapped around her hair, and there seemed to be vomit on her clothes.

Standing in front of her was a 4-year-old little boy, whose face could be seen as her own. The little boy helped her pick off the straws from her head one by one, and his little fingers clumsily combed the knots made by his mother. s hair.

The woman's eyes slowly regained a little brilliance under the child's movements, as if she had regained a little clarity.She picked up a stone next to her, and struggled to draw the three characters Fan Xiaoyun on the ground.

"Baby, this is your name, take a look. Come on, mom will teach you how to write."

The woman said softly.

She put the stone into the little boy's hand and let him hold it. She held the little boy's hand herself and led him to write stroke by stroke.

While writing, suddenly, the woman grabbed the little boy's thin shoulders, glared at him fiercely, shook him, and shouted:

"You are not my child! I did not give birth to you!"

Then it turned into a stupid look again:

"You are not my child...you are not my child...you...I did not give birth to you..."

She babbled like this for a few minutes, then suddenly laughed again.

"Baby, mom will take you to make money, okay? Mom will help you buy toys. Hee hee, okay?"

She put her face against the little boy's little hand and rubbed it lightly, with a bit of coquettishness in her tone.

The little boy nodded obediently.

So the woman took the little boy by the hand and left.

She clasped her hands together and weighed them twice to every villager she saw.

"Hey! Isn't this the silly girl of the Fan family? Bring your son to ask for money."

A man in his fifties walked towards her, his obscene eyes flicked back and forth between the woman's face and a certain part.

"Hey...hey..." The woman smirked and stretched out her hands to him.

"Your man is dead, aren't you very lonely?... Come with me for a while, and I'll give you money, how about it?"

The woman just smirked blindly.

The old pervert was about to take the woman away, and the little boy behind him also wanted to follow, so the man yelled fiercely at him:

"If you dare to follow me, I'll kill you little bastard!"

Suddenly, the little boy rushed towards the man with all his strength, like an angry calf, he bumped into the man's leg, the man obviously didn't expect such a thing, just heard He yelled "Ouch", picked up the little boy's clothes, and threw him on the nearby straw pile.

So the little boy stopped moving.The woman is taken away.

The dream is over and I wake up.

I let out a long breath, turned over heavily, and lay flat on the bed.

The bed was too small and the quality was not good. My movement was not too loud, but it still woke Fan Xiaoyun up.

Then the bed board screamed again, and it was Fan Xiaoyun who turned around in the small space and turned into a side-lying position facing me.

"Wake up and sleep for a while, it's still early."

His gentle voice calmed me down a lot.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's only 03:30, sleep a little longer?"

"Dream back at midnight, let me take it easy."

……

"...Fan Xiaoyun." I called him.

"Ok?"

"Is your mother awake?" I asked suddenly.

"Occasionally." Fan Xiaoyun replied without any surprise.

"What was she like when she was sober?" I asked again.

"Very gentle, he will teach me to write and draw, but most of the time he is stupid. When he is crazy, he will take me around to beg. After a few incidents, he was locked up by my grandma."

"Why didn't your grandma lock her up in the first place?"

"Oh." He sneered, "She wished that the woman would die outside, or never come back."

"...Then do you still love your mother?"

He was silent for a long time, just when I thought he would not answer, I suddenly heard him say wearily in a hoarse voice:

"Love."