there are wolves

Midsummer comes after Grain Grain, and real summer comes after Slight Heat. The rain in midsummer is like a trailblazer for the heat that will follow. Although City S got rid of winter and entered spring flowers and summer lotus very early, it is also due to the change of seasons. Too sloppy and quick, and people forget that they have already passed through another time in the inadvertent time and space transformation, and are entering the next spring and autumn. This rain seems to be a long-awaited ceremony from God, dispelling the pervasive atmosphere of S The chaos and stubbornness of the city made them realize clearly, oh, time is passing, who did I meet in the past, after this period of fermentation, what is the relationship between me and him, what will happen in the future Does time have anything to do with me?

Time is really a magical thing, it can quietly sneak into your life in a silent form, like implanting a dream, bring you some joy and sorrow, let you have some attraction Accompanied by emotion, the time it bears is flowing, and the steps are unsettling. The scenery he passes has red flowers and willows, as well as dead branches and rotten leaves.

If a period of time brings happiness and joy, there must be hidden sorrow and suffering behind it. Everyone wants to hold on to the joy in front of them and get rid of the suffering behind them, but they don’t know that suffering and joy often go hand in hand. Okay, they just stick to the back of the time and follow you like a shadow, you can't find it, it's just because someone stands behind you and bears all those secret and unknown sorrows, so that you only see the flowing clouds and flowing water in front of you , while ignoring the scars on the back of the person who hugged you from behind.

Yu Wangran has no artistic talent. When Yu’s mother was pregnant with them, she bought Mozart and Beethoven, read Leo Tolstoy and Chen Maoping aloud, told biographies of famous people and Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and tried to cultivate them from the foundation to the charm and charm of artists. Muscles and bones, in the end, only made Yu Xiangrong, and Yu Wangran was just a product of the over-nutrition in the mother's belly and a well-developed brain.

Different from his younger sister, Yu Wangran is neither sentimental and indignant like a poet, nor has the spirit of being unconventional and leading the times like an artist. He just has a smart head and a calm temperament. As far as his professional achievements are concerned, in terms of his other aspects of development, he is a defective product.

Under the torrent of the times, there are many defective products, and he is not exempt from the vulgar. He is just a common man who is happy when he is happy, and sad when he is suffering. A deeply emotional 17-year-old boy.

The door was knocked twice and then pushed open, Yu Wangran heard Yu Xiangrong say: "Do you still want to sleep?"

Yu Wangran was lying on the bed at home, wrapped in an air-conditioning quilt, lying facing the wall, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a year or so, closed his eyes and said tiredly: "Well, close the door, thank you."

Since he came back in the middle of the night last night, he has been asleep until noon, and he has the tendency to not stop. Yu Xiangrong thought that when he was led into the house by his father last night, he seemed to have lost his soul and was sleepwalking. The school uniform on his body was wet. It was cold and covered with muddy water, as if he had been in a fight with someone, and then he ran upstairs to sleep. Until now, he has never opened his eyelids.

Yu Xiangrong leaned against the door with her arms folded, staring at the dark patterns on his body, and said calmly: "Shu Er told me about Luo Xueyi, are you worried about him?"

It seems that Yu Xiangrong couldn't remember Luo Xunyi's correct name for a while, and Yu Wangran's drowsy brain turned very slowly like rusted iron. For a while, and then belatedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Yu Xiangrong glanced at the forbidden carpet at the door, hesitated for a moment, walked in, sat down in front of his desk, straddled the chair and said to him, "Don't expect gossip to be strictly guarded against. Stick to it, it has long been spread that Luo Xueyi from your school tried to commit suicide by jumping into the lake in Central Park last night."

It was through Yu Xiangrong's mouth that Yu Wangran learned the ins and outs of this matter. It is easy to say, when a police car patrolling the streets passed by the Central Park, they found a suspicious looking man standing in the water under the steps. On the stage, he took off his bathrobe and walked down the wading steps. The lake water quickly covered his head. The two policemen ran into trouble when they rushed to the rescue. Although they found it in time, the The lunatic grabbed hold of the iron pillar of the guardrail buried under the water, and refused to let go. The two brave policemen waited for him to lose consciousness due to lack of oxygen before carrying him to the case, and then sent him directly to the hospital.

After hearing this, Yu Wangran remained silent for a long time, turned over to face Yu Xiangrong after a while, opened his eyes a little, and asked, "Do you believe it?"

"Believe what?"

"Luo Xunyi is a lunatic, do you believe it?"

The corner of Yu Xiangrong's lips slanted, and she smiled indifferently: "This is the truth, do I have to believe it or not?"

Yu Wangran closed his eyes, and turned his back to her again.

Yu Xiangrong frowned and said, "If you are worried about him, you can go to the hospital to see him."

Yu Wangran said softly, "I won't go."

"Huh? Aren't you good friends? He also helped you move, I thought you were worried about him"

Yu Wangran's voice was vague, as if it had been crushed in his throat and glued together with inferior glue before being sent out, it was sticky, mushy and weak.

"Don't bother me, I'm tired"

Yu Xiangrong shook her head, as if disappointed in him, she went out of his room and helped him close the door.

As soon as she left, Yu Wangran's cell phone next to the pillow rang, and the notification sound of the text message made the person who was pretending to be asleep tremble in shock, and suddenly opened his dark and bright eyes.

He picked up the phone and put it in front of his eyes, and there were several lines of text message reminders on the lit screen, and the sender showed, Luo Xunyi.

I asked the Lord why I was sad and unhappy all day long, and the Lord said, it was because your heart could not go where the sun was. I asked the Lord, why I wandered all day long, and the Lord said, it was because you had no courage and were weak , I asked the Lord, why I pray all day long but I can't get happiness, the Lord said, it's because you are facing hell instead of heaven in the direction of prayer, I asked the Lord, why I want to love but can't love, the Lord said, because Your love is so crazy it's false, I ask the Lord, what should I do?

Lord, what should I do...

Yu Wangran was sure that he had a fever, his head was as hot as a hot water kettle on the stove, his eyes quickly flashed with hot water droplets, his face was full of pain and tears flowed from the heat.

He did not reply to Luo Xunyi's text message, and Luo Xunyi never contacted him again, only Shen Shaoyou called him, saying that Luo Xunyi's condition is relatively stable now, her mood swings are no longer so impetuous, and she is willing to cooperate with the doctor's medication , This is a good thing, in order not to make them repeat the same mistakes, no matter what Luo Xunyi said to him these days, or wanted to meet him, let him ignore it.

When Yu Wangran received his call, he was sitting at his desk doing his homework. He had long since left the rented hut, and he didn't know what he wanted to hide from. He lived at home these days.

"No, he never contacted me"

Yu Wangran said.

"Ah, that's really great, thank you handsome guy, you don't know, these days he is very cooperative with the psychiatrist in counseling, he has never done it before, maybe it's your credit, hahaha"

Shen Shaoyou was sincerely happy, so he did not restrain himself presumptuously, as if he treated Yu Wangran as a medicine to thank him.

Yu Wangran hung up the phone, clenched his gums, and wrote like a furious poet.

The phone that had just cooled down suddenly rang again, Yu Wangran picked it up and yelled: "Fucking is endless! I said I won't see him, won't see him, won't see him, won't see him, are you fucking satisfied?! Get out of here !"

The domestic machine that had been with him for several years finally ended its lifespan, lying on the floor in a dismembered posture and being broken into pieces, with its angry and resentful owner standing beside it.

After venting, Yu Wangran not only couldn't be relieved, but became even more irritable, his eyes were red and his face was full of viciousness, which surprised Yu's mother who pushed the door in.

"...God, Ranran, what's wrong with you?"

Mother Yu stood at the door holding a set of ironed suits, and asked while covering her heart.

Yu Wangran quickly lowered his eyes, erased the external color on his face, adjusted his gray face, and said, "It's okay, close the door for me, Mom, I want to stay by myself for a while."

Mother Yu put the suit on his bed worriedly, looked at his thin and tough back and hesitated for a while, but chose not to say it, walked to the door and turned to tell him: "Go to rest early, and I have to go to the banquet tomorrow."

Yu Wangran nodded with a cold face, lit the desk lamp and finished the rest of the homework hastily, squatted on the ground to pick up the wreckage of the mobile phone, trying to piece it together, and finally he succeeded, but the mobile phone was no longer usable, he put the I took out the phone card and wrapped it in a piece of paper. I got up early in the morning and went out to buy a new mobile phone. When I walked home without any transportation, it was time for the whole family to go out.

He was not in the mood to go out with his parents to socialize, but he also knew that his father would not allow him to be so rude, so he went back to his room and changed into that suit, a black suit and white shirt, a casually tailored style, a tall and straight boy.

Even the old-fashioned suit can't hide his youthful spirit. The boy at this age has long gone away from the chaotic and ignorant genderless children. He has a distinctive personality and outstanding temperament, just like a fresh and lovely bamboo shoot in the bamboo forest. In the past, he was always impressed by his fresh and quiet youthful spirit, which is full of youthful temperament.

Yu's mother felt sorry for him losing weight, Yu Wangran raised a smile on his face, opened the car door and welcomed his mother and younger sister into the car, then opened the car door and sat in the back seat, and went to a villa in Xishan to pay his father's business partner a birthday greeting.