The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

It rained lingeringly in the middle of the night, and the traffic was blocked until the early morning. Under the command of the traffic police, the congested road regained a little mobility, but the water accumulated on the road was enough to flood the chassis of ordinary cars, causing many The car was scrapped on the spot.

As a result, the journey, which was supposed to take about an hour, was barely completed until five o'clock in the morning under the blessing of heavy rain and traffic jams.

Tang Rui stayed up all night, and the under eyes were a little gray.

The rain gradually stopped. There are not many houses in the villa area where Baishu lives. The air is good. It is not as hot as the city center. It is very cool in the morning. Tang Rui turned off the air conditioner and lowered the car windows, and took a few breaths of fresh air.

Yuncheng is close to the sea and the river. Whether it is summer or winter, the fog in the morning is heavy, especially on rainy days. The fog is particularly thick at four or five in the morning, and the vision 500 meters away is blurred.

The fog is heavy and naturally cooler.

Tang Rui leaned forward and pulled his coat from the back seat, and carefully put it on the cypress tree.

The little monkey drank too much wine and was still asleep at the moment. The security of their villa area was quite good, and they couldn't get in without a key card. Tang Rui simply parked the car outside the gate of the community, taking advantage of this for a while.

Tang Rui couldn't bear it after staying up all night and drinking alcohol before.

It's a bit funny to think about it. After he came out of the army, he has always been law-abiding and a promising young man who is beneficial to the society. He hasn't done things like drunk driving for many years. He wanted to rush back to Miaoyin in a hurry before, but he even forgot himself Alcoholic fact.

I can't do this kind of thing again in the future, and I have to set a good example for the little monkey.

Tang Rui yawned, closed his eyes and prepared to squint for a while.

Cypress fell into a deep sleep, and the effect of alcohol made him fall into the abyss of night, his consciousness was like being loaded with a heavy iron plate, and he kept falling.

I don't know how long it took, as if it had fallen to the bottom, a glaring white light came in, dispelling the darkness, the cypress squinted its eyes, as if it heard some voice, the voice was very impatient, and there was a hint of aloofness.

Cypress walked over following the sound, and saw a child holding a small schoolbag.

The child seemed to be about four or five years old, with his head down, and a beautiful schoolbag in his arms. It should be school time, and he was blocked by the big banyan tree outside the school by two older boys. Below, one of them wanted to grab his schoolbag, and was still cursing, "Little bastard, you are not allowed to talk to Ruiqi!"

Cypress is passionate about helping others, and has never seen this kind of bullying behavior the most in his life. He immediately stepped up and prepared to save others, "What are you doing!"

He wanted to protect the little boy holding the schoolbag behind him, but unexpectedly the outstretched hand not only failed to touch him, but passed directly through the little boy's body. This scene made Baishu stay where he was.

And when the little boy opened his mouth, his mind was even more confused. He heard the little boy say aggrievedly, "She was the one who talked to me."

This voice is very immature, but very familiar, so familiar that he used to hear it every day-this is his own voice, this little boy who is being bullied is none other than Baishu himself.

Yes, when he was a child, he was not strong at all, on the contrary, he was very thin. Because he was too beautiful and obedient, he was very popular with the teachers, and even a first-grade girl came to talk to him.

But there are good and bad things in this world, some people like him, and naturally some people don't like him, because of the lack of parents, and Bo Song is very busy, at this time he is far from as fearless as he was when he grew up, and his heart is fragile , lonely, and very timid, he subconsciously felt that he was different from others, and he didn't even dare to laugh at school.

Those who don't like him will secretly call him a bastard, throw away his things, grab his schoolbag, and even spit at him if he goes too far, and even stick chewing gum in his hair.

The child's malice came directly and undisguisedly. Bai Shu didn't dare to tell Bo Song when he went home when he was bullied. Whenever Bai Song asked, he said that he was dirty because he played with his classmates.

Bo Song was busy and didn't pay much attention.

But Baishu became more and more timid and inferior, and he didn't even dare to raise his head. During that time, going to school became his lingering nightmare.

This memory was not very pleasant when he was growing up, so as he grew older, he subconsciously buried it, and after so many years, he almost couldn't even remember it.

The reason why these two first-grade boys bullied him was because the girl they liked talked to him and gave him candy. They felt jealous and came to bully themselves.

Poor myself didn't even know why I was treated that way.

Cypress didn't speak, he followed behind his little self, watching the two boys half-pushed him to an abandoned park, then snatched his schoolbag and emptied his things on the ground , stepped on and fell, and even called him a little bastard.

The past seems far less unacceptable than when he was a child, but for Bai Shu at that time, such insults were obviously an insurmountable gap, and he felt extremely uncomfortable, and tears could burst out of his eyes in an instant.

But his self-esteem did not allow him to do this. To be honest, at that time, Bai Shu didn't know what self-esteem was or what self-esteem meant. He just subconsciously felt that he couldn't cry in front of those who bullied him.

As if as long as he didn't cry, he didn't lose.

But in bullying, there is no winning or losing. It's not his fault. What's the point of winning or losing?

People always like to blame others for their own mistakes. Others are not allowed to get what they can't get. If they get it, they must discredit the person who got it and make him feel unhappy.

This has a higher level of expression in the world of adults. For example, Guo Ziyun couldn't get Yuan Qingye, and he didn't deal with him in the first place, so he would be disgusted with him who got close to Yuan Qingye in all aspects.

Adults know how to be devious, but children who can't hide their likes and dislikes express it quite directly.

For example, the two children who bullied Baishu wanted to bully him just because the girl they liked talked to him and gave him candy. .

Bai Shu really couldn't remember this matter. He looked at this scene and thought hard, how did he escape from this matter in the first place?How did you explain it to Cypress when you got home?

Before Cypress could figure out why, he suddenly heard a "Hello" with obvious displeasure.

Immediately afterwards the two boys dropped his schoolbag and ran away, leaving him standing alone.

The cypress tree raised his head together with the four or five-year-old him, and a figure with the setting sun behind his back fell into his eyes. That person seemed tall and tall, and his appearance against the light was like the angel the teacher said.

Cypress was stunned. He watched the young man whose body seemed to be coated with a layer of warm light jump down from the slide, looked down at him when he was a child, and taunted him with his mouth, "Won't you fight back when others bully you? Just stand Being bullied by others? You're so stupid!"

The words were clearly reprimands, but Baishu seemed to feel warmth from them.

For some reason, this person seemed to have facial features that he was very familiar with. He subconsciously felt that this person had played a large role in his childhood, but he just couldn't remember who this boy was.

Who is it?

Why would he forget this person?

Cypress felt his head was being torn by something, pain and confusion poured in together, making him flustered and chest tight at the same time.

He followed that little self, watching the boy take him home, clean the stains on his body, help him cut off the gum-stained hair, and cook him a bowl of noodles.

The appearance of that bowl of noodles is not very good. There is less soup and more noodles, all of which are lumped together, and there is some unspeakable black foam on the noodles. To be honest, Baishu will never eat this bowl of noodles now. Yes, he subconsciously felt that if he ate that bowl of noodles, his life might be in danger.

But for Bai Shuna who was tired and hungry when he was a child, the bowl of noodles exuded an incomparably tempting aroma of food. He sat on the long dining table, holding chopsticks as long as his arm, and picked in small bites. Put the bowl of noodles to your mouth.

After eating, he also found a poached egg sandwiched in a bowl. He said it was a poached egg, but it was actually a bit shapeless. The yolk was broken and scattered in the soup. shape.

The boy sitting next to him propped his chin with his hands and smiled at him, "I'll kill you if you dare say it's not tasty."

The little boy looked at the boy next to him seriously, "Thank you, it's delicious!"

Afterwards, the young man drove him home on a motorcycle. He drove so fast that Little Cypress didn't dare to open his eyes. He could only hold on to the corner of his clothes tightly, for fear that he would fall off the car if he let go. go down.

The boy sent him to the door of the house. He twisted his collar with one hand, unscrewed him from the motorcycle, raised his chin, and the boy signaled to him the direction of the door, "We're home, let's go in."

Little Baishu walked into the gate of the community step by step and turned his head three times.

In the days that followed, little cypress would run to that old park after school almost every day, but not every time he would meet that boy, maybe once in five times, the ratio was not very high, but little cypress subconsciously Treating that person as a friend, although I didn't see him every time, it didn't dampen his enthusiasm to run there.

Later, he got acquainted with the boy, and he heard that his name was that boy Ruirui, but he searched through his memory, but still couldn't find any information about this person.

Later, Bai Song told him that they were going to move, that they would not live here in the future, that they would move to a big house, and would never come back again.

Little Baishu was very sad when he heard that, he hugged the painting he had drawn, and ran to the abandoned park to find the boy, wanting to say goodbye to him, but that day he waited until the dusk ended and the sky was dark, and he didn't wait for the boy to appear.

At the end of the memory, he held the drawing paper in his hand, and was held in Bai Song's arms, crying out of breath.

The child's two eyes seemed to be soaked in water, red and swollen, and transparent tears fell down one by one.

He said, brother, I want Ruirui.

Bo Song asked him who Rui Rui was, but how could little Baishu know who Rui Rui was? Rui.

As if in this way, he could make the boy who called him a little monkey with a smile stand in front of him again.

The despair and sadness infected Cypress, so that when he woke up from the dream and opened his eyes, he felt his face was a little wet, and when he raised his hand to touch it, it was his tears.

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"

The man's mature and caring voice came to his ears, Baishu slowly raised his head, and that familiar but somewhat unfamiliar face came into view.

Memories surged out from the depths of his heart. There was a tear mole under the right eye of the boy who sat on the slide and helped him when he was a child, and Tang Rui also had such a tear mole under his right eye.

Years ago and many years later, the two faces seemed to overlap in an instant.

Bai Shu suddenly had the feeling of traveling through time and space, he opened his mouth, struggling to utter two words in his hoarse voice.

"Rui Rui?"

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