On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Ye Luo shook his body and stretched out his hand, gently grabbed the sugar, squeezed it firmly in the palm of his hand, then pursed his lips and turned his head.

When a gust of wind blew, he happened to hang his head down, his hair was blown tremblingly. After a long while, he said "thank you" softly.

The boy smiled and replied "You're welcome", then looked towards the center of the yard.

Just in time, I saw the little friend who came with me come out of the office. When the two of them met their eyes, they saw him waving exaggeratedly at him.

Seeing this, the boy twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending he didn't see his little friend's embarrassing move.

After shaking his head helplessly, he put his schoolbag back on his back, and when he got up, he turned his head and glanced at the child's messy hair.

I always feel that this boring child is inexplicably annoying.

Thinking of this, the young man leaned down and said in a soft voice: "I'm going first, don't eat candy today, so I can go back and rest early."

Just bowing his head and thinking about what to say, Ye Luo suddenly heard this sentence.

Unexpectedly, the other party would leave so soon, and when the loss came overwhelmingly with the voice of the other party, Ye Luo raised his head hastily.

But seeing the goodwill in the other party's eyes, Ye Luo opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and finally had to bite his lip hard.

Like a small animal that is not good at words, it does not dare to stretch out its meat pads to well-meaning humans, it will just roll around covered in dust, and stare at it with innocent eyes from a distance.

The other party bent down for a long time, but he didn't get impatient when he didn't hear the response, he just blinked in puzzlement, Ye Luo came to his senses when he saw this, buried his head in haste, and replied: "Okay."

Even though he was pretending to be calm, he still couldn't hide the fluster in his tone.

The young man only thought it was an awkward child who was not good at expressing, so he smiled understandingly, straightened his body and moved his neck, but did not walk away.

Seeing that the shoes in sight had not disappeared, Ye Luo finally mustered up the courage to raise his head cautiously, and saw the young man smiled at him, then waved his hand lightly.

I saw him waving his hand while backing away, and when Ye Luo realized it later, he also raised his hand and waved. The boy blinked, smiled, turned and walked away.

As soon as I walked to the middle of the yard, I saw the little friend who had been waiting for a long time look over my shoulder, glanced at the strange child on the steps who buried his head deeply again, and asked curiously: "Do you know that child?"

"No, it's too boring to wait for you. It's so pitiful to see that child alone. I have a few words with him."

Pulling the little friend's head back, the boy pushed him for a while, sighed deeply, and said in a low voice: "It's very uncomfortable to watch, I just said to give that child a candy, and his eyes suddenly popped. It's all gone... come back later when you have time, and bring more things."

Rubbing the neck that was forcibly twisted, the little friend responded casually: "Okay, anyway, the dean here is familiar with my family, so it's convenient to come in."

The two talked in a low voice and walked out the door all the way.

The children who were still watching curiously behind me just now also looked away, leaving only Ye Luo in the distance, pulling the strap of his schoolbag with one hand and holding the candy tightly with the other.

Even though he clearly tried to stretch his neck, his body still maintained his superficial composure, stuck to the steps, motionless.

After the straps of the schoolbags of the two teenagers disappeared by the door, Ye Luo lowered his head sullenly and opened his palms.

Just now it was held too tightly, and the child was prone to sweating. Ye Luo's palm was spread out at this moment, and it was a little wet.

A candy lay quietly on top like this, it was a very common brand, Ye Luo had seen it outside several times.

But after he replayed the appearance of being a young boy handing something to himself with a smile more than ten times in his mind, he felt that this was not an ordinary candy.

Carefully pinching it with two fingers, Ye Luo looked at the candy over and over several times, almost counting the number of folds.

Only then did he happily think: at least this one is unique.

Ye Luo, who rarely had the opportunity to eat candy, once believed that every candy in the world was indiscriminately sweet.

But at this moment, he suddenly believed that the one in his hand would be as sweet as a mountain of chocolates than all the other candies in the whole world combined.

Unscrewing the wrapping paper and twisting it back again, Ye Luo couldn't bear to open it as if he was holding candy for the first time.

After repeating this action endlessly for an unknown number of times, Ye Luocai said to the pitifully ravaged little candy, "But I... have not had time to ask you name."

After saying this, Ye Luo didn't continue.

Staring at this ordinary yet special mint, Ye Luo was afraid that if he blinked, this little thing would disappear like a fairy tale.

The children who were playing wildly in the yard yawned and dispersed, and the continuous laughter of the roommates could not be heard. Only then did Ye Luo realize that the night was gradually falling.

So he gently closed his palms, wrapped the candy, and then carefully stuffed it into the backpack, the layer with the zipper.

In the days that followed, Ye Luo waited and waited until the mints lying quietly in his schoolbag had all turned into a sticky ball, and he couldn't wait for that boy.

Until the appearance of that person gradually blurred in his mind with the torrent of time, Ye Luo couldn't find a chance to ask his name.

It wasn't until many years later that he saw the boy for the second time.

At that time, Ye Luo was already a high school student, his body was no longer skinny, and his temperament changed from withdrawn to simple and taciturn.

No one would come to bully him, and he could occasionally say something insignificant to others.

Ye Luo often thinks that such a life is not bad.

After all, for a person like him, life should not have too much expectation.

That day, he carried his schoolbag on one shoulder and walked on the dimly lit road.

Even if it is not a graduating class, the teacher has already talked about the word of entering a higher school, so that the evening self-study is forcibly added.

The people in the class have been lamenting for three days and three nights, but Ye Luo has been silently propping his head in the back row, looking like he doesn't care much.

After all, what's the use of caring about something that can't be changed?He took out a paper from the pile of papers, smoothed it out, thinking like this.

The front desk made the chair wobbly, and whispered to his deskmate for the whole class, Ye Luo glanced, and silently dragged his desk back a bit.

Then he rubbed his reddened eyes and continued to work on the questions.

Although the emotions are not affected by it, the physical effects are still there.

Having been troubled by poor sleep for many years, coupled with the sharp reduction in sleep time, Ye Luo staggered on the road.

Opening his eyes, he relied on his blurred vision to walk through the entire familiar street. Fortunately, it was covered by the night, so no one would notice that a young man was walking wobbly like a wandering drunk.

When crossing the dark street and looking at the entrance of the orphanage, Ye Luo saw the faint light.

Covering his mouth and yawning for the last time, Ye Luo wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, buried his head and continued to move forward.

When he was almost at the door, he realized that the noise inside was much busier than usual.

He paused subconsciously, but because he was too tired, even though he didn't want to face strangers here, Ye Luo raised his hand and rubbed his face, opened the door and walked in.

After the door creaked, a group of people turned their heads and cast their gazes over.

Ye Luo, who buried his head to suppress the sense of presence, couldn't ignore so many simultaneous gazes, sighed silently, and rubbed the corners of his clothes that had been washed white.

Because of embarrassment, Ye Luo buried her head so deeply that her chin rested on her chest.

Ye Luo hurried all the way, bypassing everyone without making a sound, probably because he didn't know how to react to his sudden intrusion, and those people also silently retreated to the side to make way.

Ye Luo felt his scalp go numb from the vague gaze, and just wanted to hide in the room immediately, tucked into the blanket and sleep until dawn.

After finally passing through at least ten people, Ye Luo breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the hem of his clothes and looked up, and saw a person walking towards him.

While walking, the man was still turning his head to say something to his friend, without looking at the road ahead.

The distance was very close, and Ye Luo could clearly hear the boy who looked like a college student, and said excitedly: "Do you remember a few years ago, when we came here, we saw a little boy? I remember he was sitting Where……"

Before he finished speaking, the boy still didn't turn his head, raised his hand and pointed in Ye Luo's direction.

Ye Luo, who could easily dodge it, froze into a hard icicle on the perennial snow-covered mountain after hearing this sentence.

So he didn't hide, and he let the hand lift heavily in his direction like touching porcelain, and it happened to hit Ye Luo's still thin arm.

The boy obviously didn't expect that there was someone in front of him, and felt something was wrong. He immediately retracted his hand and turned his head. He saw Ye Luo rubbing his arm, and his fair skin was a little red.

Mu Chengan, who was already full of apology, saw it, and quickly said: "I'm really sorry, I didn't notice that there was someone in front of me..."

Ye Luo didn't pay attention to what the other person said, but just stared intently at the brows and eyes of the person who was close at hand, trying to see something familiar from the obviously mature outline.

It's a pity that the memory is too far away, what Ye Luo can remember now is just that sticky ball of mints.

Being scalded by the other party's fiery eyes made him a little inexplicably and embarrassing, but Mu Chengan thought it was his own fault, so he had no choice but to stand where he was and let the gaze shoot him down.

However, for some reason, facing this young man who was one head shorter than himself, seeing the trembling in his eyes, Mu Chengan had the illusion that he had run into a helpless little animal for a moment.

Therefore, after glancing at the red mark on that arm for a long while, Mu Chengan stretched out his hand out of nowhere, rubbed the boy's skin a few times, and said, "Sorry, sorry, did it hurt you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the muscles on the opponent's arm were visibly stiff with his movements.

It was only then that Mu Chengan remembered that the children here are more sensitive and don't like to be touched casually by others.

Thinking of this, Mu Chengan felt a little annoyed, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

The author has something to say:

This temperature is sultry and shivering with the air conditioner turned off x

The author wrapped up the little quilt tightly while cultivating the code words qwq

Thanks to the little angels who are willing to come in~ (emmmm, will it seem formulaic if you say this every time XD)

Then... pulling the little angels over is a twitter w