On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

But in the next second, as if he noticed his gaze, Ye Luo let go of his lips in an instant as if nothing happened, and his tone implied grievance: "You can't take advantage of me, you want me to call you brother. We are friends, and friends don't rely on age Big bully."

Seeing that he said these words seriously, the young man was relieved and a little bit dumbfounded.

If it is really a child's habit, such a trivial matter will look like the sky is falling, and I am so scared that I dare not ask anything.

As if for revenge, he ravaged Ye Luo's untidy hair, and the well-behaved messy boy turned into a pitiful little phoenix feather on his head. Small injustice: "Okay, okay, I won't bully you, I'll call you brother instead. Brother Luo, are you satisfied now?"

In the name of dodging, Ye Luo buried his head low, stared at the floor tiles to calm down the tearing feeling of being poked into the wound just now, and it took a long time to suppress it.

As soon as he calmed down, he heard the other party say such words in a doting tone.

Unable to hold back for a while, Ye Luo burst out laughing.

Looking up at the decoration of the store door, he took a step back without showing any trace, and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

Seeing him bowing his head in obedience, the young man sighed, and took small steps forward to take his hand back: "Now I remember to ask? You don't look like you are in a hurry to go home, do you have nowhere to eat?"

Ye Luo wanted to say that he was not hungry, and he usually endured it like this. When the man was happy, he would bring back some food. Although it was a bit rancid, he could barely eat enough.

In the past, he would go to the next door to grab a meal, but since the family moved out, the new neighbor who closed the door all day long could not even see him twice.

Many times, when the man couldn't be found, Ye Luo was hungry, and when he couldn't die, he ran to the small shop three streets away, blinking his eyes and begging for some food from the shop manager's sister.

This is what the man taught him since he was a child, saying that he should learn to take advantage of his age. Ye Luo had practiced it perfectly, but when he got older, he became more and more unwilling to do this kind of thing, preferring to be hungry.

Ye Luo became more and more unwilling to accept other people's charity. He looked up at the young man's gentle eyebrows, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The boy didn't care either, he was about to walk into the store holding his soft little hand——

It was only then that I realized that nothing could be pulled.

Turning his head in surprise, he saw the child blushing, rigidly fixed in place, unwilling to move forward no matter what.

The boy didn't know why, thinking that he didn't like the food from this restaurant, so he turned around and leaned down, and asked him in a low voice, "What's the matter? Don't you like this?"

Ye Luo shook his head, bit his lips tightly and said nothing, like a vexatious child.

The young man was helpless. He didn't have much experience in dealing with children, so he could only coax him patiently: "Then let's change to another one? What do you want to eat?"

Ye Luo just shook his head, didn't say anything, his head was drooping anxiously, sweating profusely.

Later, it suddenly occurred to him that his appearance was likely to be annoying, so he hurriedly raised his head to confirm that there was no trace of disgust on the young man's face, but full of helplessness.

Only then did Ye Luo let out a long sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

After pondering for a while, he exerted a slight force on his hand, and pulled the young man who was holding his hand back completely.

Seeing that he finally stopped just shaking his head, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and happily walked forward along his strength.

Ye Luo didn't turn his head back along the way, and held his hands tightly, as if afraid that something would slip away if he didn't pay attention.

The two of them walked through several streets in silence, the prosperity gradually receded along the road ahead, and the world changed from bright and noisy to gloomy and decadent.

It's like going from one world to another.

Arriving in front of a barbecue stand, Ye Luo finally stopped in his tracks, and then mustered up the courage to look back nervously.

It turned out that the curious boy was looking around, looking at the drunks who talked loudly during the day, the female shopkeeper sitting and smoking by the side of the road, and the taciturn children who came in and out with their plates. .

The young man felt a little strange, he had never been to this kind of place, this street seemed to be wrapped in thick fog, and it had a unique feeling of mystery and decadence.

"This place is really cool." The young man lowered his head and smiled at the nervous child. At this age, more or less, he likes to worship some inexplicable things. "I don't even dare to eat roadside stalls. If any neighbor passing by finds out, I should tell my mother, and I will face three hours of torture when I get home."

"But this place is good, so no one will find out." The boy said with satisfaction, and rubbed the boy's head as if rewarding him.

Feeling the temperature of the other party attached to the top of the head, Ye Luo resisted the desire to rub upwards, and affirmed the other party's statement in his heart.

It's far away from the city center, but it's not too close to where I live. The boundary between light and dark is not very clear. The courageous ones from the surrounding schools occasionally come here to patronize.

Ye Luo was not afraid. Everyone knew whose son he was, and they would run away when they saw him.

The only ones left are older children who ignored their parents’ warnings and came to teach them a lesson, and extremely kind people who secretly fed them food.

But they didn't know, Ye Luo looked around secretly, and sure enough, someone pointed at him and whispered.

But in fact, even if he was beaten outside and lost more than half of his life, that person would probably not notice it when he returned home.

It would be even worse if he was found out, and he would lose half his life because "How can my son be so weak? A shameful loser!"

I was able to hang my life for so many years, but that person thought that if a person lived a lifetime, he must have a son to guard against old age.

Ye Luo usually doesn't like to come to this kind of place, always afraid of running into the kids from the next school, seeing them smoking, drinking and swearing, but they are much more cheerful and reckless than herself who hides in the shadows and watches carefully.

Being a mouse is the kind that people who pass by are unwilling to step on it.

But today is different.

Ye Luo raised his head and looked at the young man who was still looking around curiously. He felt that bringing him to such a place was like making a white canvas dusty, which made him very uncomfortable.

But it's his only option.

Gently dragging the young man to a barbecue stand, Ye Luo found a seat and sat down with ease. Turning around, he found that the fat boss was opening the curtain, looking at him in surprise.

Ye Luo nodded to him, thinking, at least this place can be credited.

Although I have no money, I can also ask for something outside to pay off the debt.

The boss came over and stood by the side, as if he wanted to touch the little guy's head, but Ye Luo avoided it with a straight face.

"Tsk, it's still the same." As if he was used to it, the boss didn't mind, but instead glanced at the well-behaved boy across the table with interest, "Your friend?"

Ye Luo nodded solemnly. After nodding, he realized that the fat shirtless man didn't care about his answer. He raised his chin slightly and whistled to the boy.

The young man listened to them one after another, and always felt that Ye Luo, a child, had a conversation with such a foolish adult... It was a bit strange.

I don't know if it is pretending to be calm, but in short, there is no childishness left.

At this time, he was suddenly targeted by the other party, and the boy sat upright for a moment. Although he was used to talking about teachers and parents, he was so angry that he pulled his ears and scolded him, but in front of strange adults, he was always calm and serious.

"Are you an honor student?" The man glanced back and forth with greasy eyes before he said casually.

When the young man heard it, he felt a little embarrassed.No one has ever matched this title with him before, and this first time made him a little ashamed and angry. Just as he was about to tell the truth and deny it, he realized that the other party seemed to have just yelled casually, and immediately moved to the next one with great interest. A topic: "You have a good relationship with Xiao Yeluo? I've never seen him having dinner with anyone. He's usually so proud that he doesn't even look down on me."

Just as he was about to nod in response to the sentence that the relationship is good, he realized that the other party changed the subject again, and his tone was full of high spirits: "Don't try to bully him, his father is a person who is frightened when he hears it. Just fight with you, you don't know these desperate..."

The more the fat man talked, the more excited he became, the flesh on his arms trembled with excitement, and he looked extraordinarily funny like a clown acting.

Unfortunately, the performance was quickly interrupted by Ye Luo's words: "Uncle Fat, we are hungry, please bring us some skewers of meat."

The fat man was in high spirits, and he was not happy to be interrupted suddenly, but then he thought of making money, and the smile on his face squeezed again and again: "Okay, okay, such an awesome dad doesn't want to be talked about? And , even used the word trouble, as expected of having made good friends with top students, the whole person has become polite."

Turning around and walking away with sarcasm, the fat man walked towards the kitchen, humming songs from the previous decades, and ran away beyond recognition, like meat shaken for money, no matter how greasy it is.

The amount of information the young man received was a bit large, and after listening to it for a long time, he remembered a frightened message.

Even though he didn't watch those things himself, but because of the influence of the girls in the class, he immediately thought of "My Soprano Prince" and other ghost things.

Looking at the other party's slender arms and legs, and his nervous appearance that almost bit his lips, the young man felt that the painting styles of the two were too different.

But he never liked to ask the bottom line, and he also saw that the other party interrupted deliberately. Mu Chengan didn't want to expose it, but persuaded himself empathetically: children are like this. , all he wants to do is hide it from others, relying on his own ability to get ahead.

The young man was very satisfied with his explanation, and looked at Ye Luo with a smile. After all, he couldn't help reaching out his hand across the table and touching the child's soft lips.

Ye Luo was startled by the sudden touch, almost biting her blood-smelling lips, and finally let go.

Seeing this, the young man nodded in satisfaction: "That's right. What's wrong with you one day, look at you, your lower lip is almost dented by being bitten."

Bearing the mission of educating children, the young man pretended to be vicious: "Next time I see you biting, I will open your mouth with my hand and see how you can bite."

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The good-for-nothing author is paralyzed on the bed, coding and crying, and feels that he needs to mend his brain, which is not good x

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