The male partner who wears a book relies on sand sculptures to walk the plot

In April in Kyoto, the wind is soft and clear, and the flowers turn green. It is a good time of the year.

The old trees near the No. [-] Middle School have been with the school for decades. The dense leaves sway in the wind. The thick tree body and round tree altar half cover the alley behind it.

If passers-by don't pay attention, it's hard to find someone in that alley.

At this time, in the alley, there is a state of confrontation between the two sides.

"Jingning, everyone knows that you have money, and it's not like we don't want to pay it back, so what if you take it out for everyone to use?"

The one who spoke was a boy with a cropped hair. As soon as he spoke, the two people beside him immediately laughed and responded.

"That's right, if you have money to dye your hair, why don't you have the money to buy some tooth offerings for everyone?"

The respondent didn't need to be directed by the headed boy with a cut head, and started to do it directly.

The other boy didn't fall behind, watching Jing Ning being slowly forced back, the expression on his face became more and more excited.

"Tsk, look at that colorful little miscellaneous hair, what is its name Jing Ning, just call it miscellaneous hair."

The inch-cut boy slapped his hands: "Blame me, blame me, dad will take him to change his name tomorrow!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, Jing Ning, known as Miscellaneous Hair, had already touched the wall with his back, and there was no way to retreat.

He did have colorful hair, but he was fair and delicate, with some baby fat on his cheeks, so it wasn't ugly.

Facing the constant pressure from the three of them, Jing Ning suddenly became violent after showing his weakness to the enemy. He identified the boss of the three - the short-cut boy, and then attacked with all his strength.

Even if other people's fists rained down on his body, he still carried out precise strikes without stopping.

Jing Ning's idea is good. If his physical strength is qualified, he might be able to scare the three of them away with ruthlessness.

But helplessly, he is not physically strong enough. Although he has dyed a non-mainstream hairstyle and has a tattoo on his arm, the milk murderer is not the real murderer after all.

In the end, Jing Ning, who was out of breath, was pushed to the ground by the three of them, and the boy with the cut hair who was attacked the most got up cursingly, kicked Jing Ning twice while rubbing his wound.

Jing Ning curled up, trying his best to protect his fragile viscera. Although he knew that he should show weakness at this time, he just gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Physiological tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a shaking filter.

In addition to cursing, what I heard was the voice of pedestrians across the tree, and what I could smell in my nose was the smell of weeds and soil.

He closed his eyes fiercely, blinked away the tears in his eyes, and opened his eyes again, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a long shadow of a leg being stretched at the entrance of the alley.

It seems that someone walked in?

Jing Ning wanted to struggle to get up, but the posture of being pushed down was too embarrassing, but after realizing his intention, someone behind him quickly pushed him back to the original place.

The moment he raised his head, Jing Ning could see the person coming. He was standing at the entrance of the alley. No matter how hard he tried, the April sun could not shine into the alley. The person was standing between the light and shadow.

Behind him is a rustling tree crown that seems to be sprinkled with bright golden powder. The light brown curly hair is scattered with large and small circles of light. years.

only……

What came to Jing Ning's heart was not surprise, but regret—shadows can be deceiving, and the person who came was not as tall and strong as imagined.

On the contrary, there is even a sense of fragility that can be easily broken.

Jing Ning was a little disappointed, but he didn't want to drag him into the water. From the current perspective, only he could see that person. As long as he didn't keep staring at him, the three of them wouldn't bother him.

Even so, when Jing Ning pretended to take a casual glance again and found that the man had already left, he still couldn't help but feel grievance and despair in his heart.

Why did you just leave?

Lin Linda strode out of the alley and grabbed a passerby nearby.

When Lin Lin walked into the alley again, what he saw was the little boy who killed Matt with red eyes and shouted: "You guys kill me, I just won't give it to you", and three others who were pulling the bag in the boy's arms people.

Hearing the obvious sound of footsteps and the sound of "da da da" high-heeled shoes stepping across the stone slabs with a sense of rhythm, the three snatchers couldn't help but look up.

Jing Ning also opened her eyes wide, and she let go of her hands in a daze, and the unzippered bag fell to the ground, and the contents of the bag spilled all over the floor.

"Teacher, look, is that classmate in school uniform from your school?"

It was a woman who was held back by Lin Lin. If she hadn't looked at Lin Lin's well-being and looked anxious, she might have thrown her away long ago.

After hearing Lin Lin's question and the suggestive wink, she habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and frowned at the short-haired boy in the school uniform.

He asked sharply, "Which class is it?"

The voice was not loud, but they seemed to be carrying knives. The three snatchers quickly glanced at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, shouted "Run", and disappeared.

None of the people present chased after her. The lady who was held back by Lin Lin, as the oldest person present, took the initiative to assume the responsibility of the temporary elder.

"How do you feel? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Jing Ning got up quickly to show that there was nothing wrong with her, and she was not as obedient as she was when she resisted death just now.

It's just that the blades of grass mixed in that non-mainstream hair broke this cuteness and made people want to laugh for no reason.

Sure enough, the lady who was still serious just now broke her power directly. She smiled at the young boy with grass leaves on his head, then turned to Lin Lin and asked:

"Do I look so much like the dean?" There was an indistinct rebuke in his voice.

Lin Lingang helped the young boy pick up the bag and scattered things. Hearing this, his desire to survive instantly aroused. He looked at the kind lady with a pair of bright warm brown eyes.

"If you are the dean, you must be the coolest and the best." The meaning is sincere, and it comes with a smiling face that can be called a sweet crit, and two high thumbs.

It was only when Jing Ning was behind Lin Lin that he realized that Lin Lin was actually taller than he had imagined. At least, with his current self, he needed to raise his head slightly to look directly at his face.

Looking closer, Lin Lin turned out to have medium-length hair, with a playful little tug half tied on top of his head. Because of the natural curly hair, it looks more lively, and every curve seems to be outlined with the most delicate brush. of.

After seeing off the kind lady, Lin Lin turned around and returned the bag in his hand to the young boy who was a bit rude but was bullied.

Jing Ning felt that she had lost face at the moment, even though she took the bag, she was awkwardly unwilling to look into the other person's eyes and say thank you.

"She shouldn't be a teacher at the school." Jing Ning looked at the sky and the ground to see the weeds, but he didn't want to look at the little brother who could be called his benefactor.

Lin Lin took off the blade of grass from the young boy's head, "Of course not, otherwise, I'll find you a teacher somewhere in a short time."

Maybe it's because I've lost enough face in front of this person, and it doesn't matter if I lose a little more, or maybe Lin Lin's gesture of helping him remove the grass blades from his head was too gentle;

When Jing Ning spoke to him, she was a little presumptuous, without any politeness or unfamiliarity with strangers, and even dared to refute one or two sentences.

"Then, if you pull people casually on the road, you won't be afraid that the person you pull is a fool who doesn't understand your hints, or doesn't want to act with you at all?"

The tone is lascivious and chirping, especially like being coquettish.

Lin Lin pulled him away and sat on the lawn not far away, playing with the weed leaves that he just picked up from the boy's head.

"She is different. Although the lady looks serious, the pendant on the bag is handmade by children.

When I saw her, she walked very fast, maybe she was busy with something, but when she saw the empty bottle next to the trash can, she bent down to pick it up, you said, what does this mean? "

Jing Ning wanted to answer, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the answer back. He suddenly realized that compared to Lin Lin's behavior of using his brain when encountering problems, his behavior of only thinking about dying was actually very stupid.

"It means that she has children in her family. She loves children, is careful enough, and has a sense of responsibility. These qualities are enough for me to choose her."

Lin Lin sensed the low air pressure beside him, but he didn't want to coax him. After explaining himself, he wanted to say goodbye to the young boy.

Seeing that Lin Lin got up, and he didn't ask his name from the beginning to the end, obviously he didn't take today's matter to heart, Jing Ning was a little anxious, and blurted out:

"It's useless even if you help me this time!"

Come and ask me about my family affairs, my unspeakable secrets!

Lin Lin looked at this young man who might be bullied again in the future, but his eyes were burning with a small flame of expectation, and said "uh", and then said:

"Indeed, this matter must be fundamentally resolved."

Amid Jing Ning's anticipation, Lin Lin spat out a few words: "Let's find the parents."

Hearing the word "parent", Jing Ning's expression changed instantly.

If we say that he was a lion cub with a sun-fancy multicolored mane, now he is a kitten whose fur is wet but can only be helpless and furious.

"They don't care about me at all!"

"Believe it or not, even if I die here today, my father won't come over right away!"

The lion cub's sun-fancy mane seemed to have been blown by the wind and rain, and it was sticky and wrinkled, with grievances in its fury.

"This……"

Lin Lin's fingers moved a few times quickly, and his mind was thinking even more rapidly. He was too experienced in this, but he was not sure if teaching it to a young boy would cause adverse consequences.

But seeing Jing Ning's provocative face, as if to say "Look, you incompetent adult, you don't understand me at all", Lin Lin said decisively.

"Do you have any other relatives? Like grandparents or grandparents."

Jing Ning seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned pale.

"You can't do anything to your dad, but your grandpa can, you know that?"

Jing Ning's eyes lit up, but he still murmured, "Hmph, I won't get well, and I won't let them live well. At worst, we'll die together."

Lin Lin stopped his movements when he heard this, and suddenly realized that the kid's thoughts were a little dangerous.

"Don't do stupid things, think about your grandparents, you don't want them to send you with white hair..."

Looking at Jing Ning's hair, Lin Linyu added with difficulty and firmness: "White hair will give it to someone with red orange yellow green blue blue purple hair."

Jing Ning: ...

At the entrance of the alley, the approaching footsteps also stopped after hearing this sentence.

Lin Lin happily stroked his red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple hair, then slapped the kind lady who helped just now, and said with a serious expression, "reach out."

Jing Ning was not as well-behaved as before, she even wanted to stand on tiptoe and rub her head against Lin Lin's palm, it was very sticky.

Seeing that he was not cooperating, Lin Lin let out a "tsk" to express his condemnation, then pulled Jing Ning's hand over, and placed a little straw hedgehog about the length of a little finger in his palm.

After Jing Ning saw it, she immediately stopped struggling, acting like a brat who had never played with toys in ten lifetimes.

The little hedgehog's body is dark green, and its eyes are grass yellow. When you smell it with the tip of your nose, you can smell the grass.

Jing Ning only felt that this smell was completely different from the grassy smell he smelled when he was pushed down to the ground before, it was fresh and full of vitality.

But, why does this little straw hedgehog look like it's newly made?

"Hey, doesn't it look familiar? It's made of grass leaves picked from your head. The insult you received this time will be your little hedgehog from now on."

Hedgehog, with a layer of armor, also has the meaning of protection. I hope that the children who meet by chance will love themselves and grow up well.

Jing Ning's eye circles were a little red, but he didn't want to look up because of this, so he just said a small "thank you" in a low voice.

But Lin Lin didn't hear the thank you clearly, because his mobile phone rang, and the name displayed on the screen was - Boyfriend.

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