Mysterious boy

The sky thundered, the black clouds rolled, and the silver light roared like a beast, as if waving its silver claws madly in the dark, trying to tear this ugly night. Dirty.

The abandoned church under the heavy rain looked dilapidated, looming in the lightning and thunder.

"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the kid, please don't tell him..." A group of immature children's voices echoed in the dim church.

I couldn't see the children's faces clearly, only when the lightning flashed by, it seemed to reflect pale and strange smiling faces, and they were only six or seven years old.

"I got it, I got it." The fat boy's voice was full of pride.

I saw him holding on to a skinny boy who was much smaller than him, and said sharply: "Ling Dingyang, you lost, and prepare to perform."

The boy named Ling Dingyang bowed his head and said nothing, the fat boy deliberately pushed hard when he saw this, he staggered forward defenselessly, and stood in the middle of the game circle, but he didn't speak, but his body was a little bit Trembling.

"A show." "I want to hear a story." "Sing a song." "I like martial arts." The children discussed excitedly.

Ling Dingyang raised his head slightly, looked around timidly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I don't know how to do this."

The fat boy suddenly raised his voice: "Then what do you know?"

"Can you recite poems?" Ling Ding Yang asked in a low voice with a blushing face.

"No, we don't like it." The fat boy seemed to be trying to make things difficult, "Why don't you look like a little girl, so let's learn how to dance with them."

"Hahaha, it's fun." "Like them, it looks good in a skirt." "I want to see." "Change the skirt, change the skirt." The children started booing, and some even offered to wear the dress for him.

Ling Dingyang clutched the hem of his clothes uneasily, and lowered his head even lower.

"Fat Shan, change the game." The crisp voice suddenly covered up all the noise.

All sounds stopped abruptly, and in the quiet dark night, bursts of moisture lingered in the deep church, and a ferocious lightning seemed to strike through the glass.

Ling Dingyang used the strong light to look for his reputation. On the highest step of the old wood, in front of the huge cross that had been destroyed long ago, the boy who was talking, against the background of his peculiar silver-gray hair, seemed to be in a pair of vivid but somewhat strange deep eyes. There was a faint light, and at that moment, he concluded that the heroic and fearless elf prince in the storybook was his appearance, and that was Ling Dingyang's favorite image.

"Why do you want to change the game? Everyone is having fun." Fat Shan looked at everyone with disdain, "Isn't it?"

The children nodded one after another, but said nothing more.

"I think your game is really boring." The silver-gray boy still insisted.

Fat Shan raised his eyebrows: "But everyone thinks it's interesting, and besides, you don't play with us, so what's your business?"

"Fat Shan, you are annoying." The boy said in a serious tone.

The smile on Fat Shan's face immediately disappeared, "Aoki, are you saying that we bothered you?"

"It's not me." Aoki stretched out his slender arms and pointed at Ling Dingyang, "It's him."

Fat Shan frowned and glanced at Ling Dingyang, then turned to Aoki with wide eyes, "Does his matter have anything to do with you?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with it, I'm just curious why that Ling Dingyang didn't let him recite poems?" Aoki asked, "Obviously any show can be performed, is it because his family is new?"

Fat Shan's face darkened, and he stared at the silver-gray boy named Aoki silently.

Aoki did not avoid this hostile gaze, but instead released wisps of undetectable black energy from his deep black pupils.

"Still talking for the newcomers? Don't look at yourself, what a monster is meddling in your own business." Fat Shan thought to himself, showing a look of disgust.

Although he didn't say it out loud, Aoki heard every word and every word clearly, he clenched his fists immediately, his face seemed expressionless, but his tone was much lower, "Who do you call a monster?"

Fat Shan was taken aback, and then exaggeratedly raised his voice: "You also said that you are not a monster, you know what I am thinking, do you know? Aoki, you are a big monster, my mother told me long ago."

Hearing that there was a monster, the children all looked at Aoki in horror, and there was still lightning and thunder outside the window, drawing streaks of light.

Aoki looked at the friends around him blankly, and finally fixed his gaze on Ling Dingyang, his eyes met. In the dark, Aoki showed a faint smile, "Elf Prince?" This is the most beautiful name he has heard, at least not Frightening monsters and ghosts.

"Admit it? I advise you to stay away from us." Looking at the silent Aoki, Fat Shan couldn't help but feel a little proud, "Let me tell you a secret, the Aoki family is different from us, I heard that his mother is also a monster Well, big monsters giving birth to small monsters are not good things."

Everyone gathered together in fear and stood behind Fat Mountain, only Ling Dingyang remained motionless.

Aoki suddenly rushed in front of Fat Shan, grabbing his collar with his delicate hands, "You are not allowed to say that about my mother, I want you to apologize."

Fat Shan gave an evil smile, shook off Aoki's hand with a thick and powerful arm, and then punched him on the chest, and the same thin Aoki hit the corner of the church table and fell to the ground.

Ling Dingyang was anxious to run towards Aoki, but was stopped by Fat Shan.

"Ling Dingyang, are you going to play with the monster?" Fat Shan grabbed his arm as before, pinching it painfully, "We won't play with him, do you want to stand by his side?"

Ling Dingyang remained silent, but did not make a choice.

"Come and play with us. From now on, you will be an official member of us. No one will bully you anymore. We won't play here anymore. Let's go!" Fat Shan never let go of his hand, and he didn't intend to discuss anything at all.

All the children stood aside silently, Aoki endured the severe pain on his forehead and slowly got up, and said softly: "Ling Dingyang, it's okay, you go and play with them, I'm also going home .”

The wooden window was suddenly blown open by the strong wind, and the cold wind swept the sand and confused the eyes of the children, only Ling Dingyang was left staring at Aoki with flying silver hair in front of him with his clear eyes.

"En." Ling Dingyang nodded timidly, but didn't say anything more.

Hearing the cheers and cheers of the friends who were gradually moving away, Aoki's eyes went dark, and he suddenly fainted on the ground. The lights in the church seemed to be getting dimmer, and began to flicker inexplicably, flickering, flickering, flickering, a stream of heat Sliding across the face, the air was immediately filled with a fishy smell, Aoki frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to touch the bruised forehead, and finally closed his eyes wearily.