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Sunday afternoon is the only free time for fifth middle school students in a week, and they play for six hours.Students whose families live in the North District usually go home to have a meal and sleep. Those who live far away like Lu Shiqing can only be forced to stay in school, or go shopping in the surrounding small business districts.

He had never seen Chen Fang in the dormitory building. Lu Shiqing estimated that he was a day student, and there was a high probability that he was going home, so he asked another question without giving up, and he got an affirmative answer.

Before the school bell rang, some impatient people packed up their books, and when the bell rang, they picked up their schoolbags and left.

The pitifully short vacation was not willing to waste a second, and the flow of people was like a shaken bottle of Coca-Cola gushing out of the narrow doorway.

Chen Fang was never in a hurry, but today he did not dawdle abnormally, his thin body was like a boat leaning left and right with the torrent.Lu Shiqing followed without thinking, and walked beside Chen Fang through several layers of human walls.

After the last encounter, Lu Shiqing has adapted to walking beside Chen Fang, and even plans to make this a habit.

The crowd saturates on the narrow stairs, and touches and bumps are inevitable.

Although he usually kept a forearm's distance from Chen Fang, at this time he had to stick his arm to his arm, rubbing tacitly as he moved forward, and occasionally touched his exposed hand.

Turning her head slightly, Lu Shiqing wanted to take a look at Chen Fang's reaction, but only saw soft hair and red ear tips.On the contrary, he could clearly see that the people crowded on the other side of Chen Fang were no farther away than him, and they could actually reach Chen Fang.

Thinking of this, Lu Shiqing felt a little unhappy.

Although it is said that the space is public, this position has been tacitly owned by him, and it still makes him very uncomfortable to let irrelevant people occupy it casually.

He attributed the entanglement and petty behavior at this moment to the alpha's instinctive desire for monopoly.It's just that what he monopolizes is not the human being for the time being, but only the place next to the human being.

An alpha shouldn't be unable to hold his own position, Lu Shiqing thought.

Staggering her body backwards, Lu Shiqing quietly used one arm to protect the position behind Chen Fang, leaning next to him, separating the people crowding around him.

The speed of the crowd was unstable, sometimes stumbling, and Chen Fang's back would accidentally bump into his upper arm and half of his chest.

After a while, it was as if a small person struck a bell in his heart, and it rang continuously.

I don't know whether Chen Fang's nonchalant reaction is because he doesn't care much about these collisions, or because he is ashamed to express this kind of intimacy that has no clear meaning.

Fortunately, it is not annoying.

But he wanted Chen Fang to accept, get used to, and even like it.

This kind of thought was a little restless, and unexpectedly, it suddenly broke through his reason and popped up.

And Chen Fang's non-resistance is tantamount to watering, allowing this idea to grow wildly like mushrooms after rain.

His original intention was only to protect, and he couldn't shift all responsibility to alpha's possessiveness.Even though both are motivated by emotion, he can clearly understand what he really wants to do at the moment.

Although in most cases, the two are inseparable.

After leaving the teaching building, the space suddenly widened, without the crowds around, Lu Shiqing silently withdrew her hands, fanning her hot face.

"Are there any interesting places around here?"

Thinking of parting ways with Chen Fang after leaving school, Lu Shiqing didn't know where he could go.

"Cross Student Street, and then there is a small shopping district where you can buy things that are not available here." Chen Fang replied.

"I think I have everything I need, and I don't need to buy anything." He didn't want to go shopping aimlessly to pass the time, he might as well sleep.

"There is an internet cafe on the top floor of the mall." Chen Fang stopped there, and turned his head to look at Lu Shiqing meaningfully.

"Oh--"

Lu Shiqing pouted, and according to his image, Chen Fang arranged such a place for him.

When he was about to walk to the gate, Lu Shiqing restrained his tone of pretended dissatisfaction: "That...is back to proofreading at 05:30."

The school rules were clearly written, and Lu Shiqing had read them the first day, just to find something to ask Chen Fang, but he would be speechless in the next few hours.

"Yes, anytime before 05:30."

"Then... what about you? What time are you coming back?" Lu Shiqing glanced into the distance, his casual tone sounded like he was asking casually, but in fact, his eyes couldn't help but always look towards Chen Fang.

"I usually get back on time."

"Oh, okay... okay."

Although there was no emotion on his face, Lu Shiqing's tone seemed to be walking on the clouds one second, and then stepped on the ground and fell to the bottom the next second. He was obviously disappointed, and he insisted on pretending to be indifferent.

You can't ask him to say, "Come back and stay with me quickly", what a shame.

"Earlier is fine." Chen Fang paused, "04:30."

"It's really not a little bit early for you, you are very busy."

Lu Shiqing was obviously not satisfied, but considering that the two of them hadn't reached the kind of relationship where they have to respond to every request, they could only continue to say stubbornly: "Well, I just asked casually."

"Actually, I can do both." Chen Fang suppressed his overly obvious smile, "What time are you?"

"Don't accommodate me." Lu Shiqing said so, knowing clearly in her heart that she was still being accommodated, "You said 04:30 yourself, if it happens, I will catch you at the school gate."

Chen Fang just smiled and said, "Got it."

The students who walked out of the school gate spread out, like fireworks blooming and scattered in the sky, flickering stars, covering the whole street.

There are destinations in all directions, and their differences seem to be nothing special.

All kinds of people were blurred in vision, Lu Shiqing stopped and looked behind, only Chen Fang's back could be seen clearly.

This direction suddenly seemed so special in his eyes.

It seems to be what the heart wants.

In the old street of the North District, a group of old five-story buildings are crowded along the roadside. The rusty open-air stairs tremble with the footsteps, and the earth-gray walls with cracks are very suitable for the dilapidated streetscape.

Contrary to this lifelessness, there is the hustle and bustle in the air, the harsh sound of turning the spatula, the collision of mahjong tiles, and the unbearable yelling.

Chen Fang walked through these voices expressionlessly, and kicked the stones on the side of the road far away.

The people who live here have all kinds of troubles. They have been quarreling for more than ten years with years of resentment. Even though Chen Fang is used to it, he is still very irritable.

Step by step, he walked up to the second floor, and the smell of food wafted from the old iron door that was concealed. When Chen Fang walked into the room, he saw the dishes on the simple plastic table still steaming, and there was a faint smile on his face. meaning.

"Mother-in-law." Chen Fang walked to the kitchen inside the house, and took the rice bowl full of pointed rice from the stooped old woman's hand, "Come, give it to me, you go and sit down."

"Xiao Fang is back." With a smile on her wrinkled face, the old woman took Chen Fang's free hand to sit down at the table, and handed a pair of unevenly worn wooden chopsticks to Chen Fang who was about to turn back to the kitchen. Let go, "I'll clean up in a while, let's eat first."

Chen Fang sat down on the stool obediently, smiled and coaxed her mother-in-law and said, "Okay."

The mother-in-law's surname is Zhao, and she has lived here all her life. Her husband left early, and she has a son. Except for alimony stipulated by the law, she never sees her once a year.

Although Granny Zhao and Chen Fang are not related by blood, they cook warm meals every weekend and wait for him to come back. They are more important than relatives.

Chen Fang often sighs that this is probably one of the few lucky things in his life.

"Yo, have you eaten?"

A coolly dressed woman was leaning on the door frame, with a corner of her red underwear protruding from a low-necked suspenders, her long and messy curly hair covering half of her face, the cigarette end in her hand was left with traces of inferior lipstick, and her throat was caused by years of smoking. The wine continued to be hoarse, and the words were full of yin and yang.

From the familiar voice, Chen Fang knew it was this woman from the first word, and his stomach twitched with nausea due to the immediate stress reaction.

"What are you doing here again!" The amiable Granny Zhao rarely looked unhappy, and she didn't welcome Chen Fang's real relatives who she regarded as her relatives.

"Aunt Zhao, look at what you said, my son is here with you, so I can't come if you co-operate?"

The woman sat on the stool with her slender waist twisted and her plump buttocks. She snatched the chopsticks and bowl from Chen Fang's hands without any notice, picked up a mouthful of food by herself, and threw the chopsticks as if she disliked the soup too clear.The scorching hot soup splashed, and a drop fell on Chen Fang's face, and small red marks appeared on his fair skin immediately.

"Chen Rao." Chen Fang called her by her name, his voice was obviously trembling, but he forced himself to remain calm, "I have something to tell at home."

"There's nothing to say." Chen Rao tapped the table with her long purple-red nails, "I'll just take the money and leave, and I won't embarrass my son in front of outsiders."

For Chen Rao's behavior, Chen Fang was not surprised at all. This woman is best at moral kidnapping. Whether it is a son or another man, in Chen Rao's eyes, it is just money.

Chen Fang never refuted the vicious words of the school people against him, because they were right, he didn't have a father, and the beautiful and flirtatious woman in front of him was his biological mother.

She is a flower that blooms in the muddy water, and rots as it blooms. She is coveted by swarms of flies and bugs, but she regards the true kinship as an enemy, and tries to drag him down to the depths of hell.

Chen Fang reached into his trousers pocket, and put the neatly folded banknotes on the table, ignoring Chen Rao's more ironic expression after he succeeded.

Obedience is the only way to get rid of entanglement temporarily before accumulating enough capital to escape.

Chen Rao twisted the dime of the banknotes and counted them. A thin stack of only five hundred-yuan bills was rolled into paper sticks and pinched between his knuckles like cigarettes.

"My dear son, come home later at night, so don't delay your mother's money." Chen Rao brushed her hair on the front of her forehead with a pink cigarette, and her bright red lips curled up in a seemingly invisible arc, like the traces left after sucking blood. With a satisfied laziness on his face, he smiled frivolously and viciously.

As the sound of dragging footsteps went away, Chen Fang held the edge of his sleeves tightly in his hands, and his straight back bent back in discouragement, even speaking as if he was about to use up his last breath: "Grandma, I'm sorry."

Chen Fang could only apologize, and apologized to the people around him time and time again for the absurd incident where he was clearly the victim.

Just because Chen Rao is his biological mother.

But he obviously had no choice.

"My dear boy, don't be sad. Come, eat."

"Ah."

Chen Fang leaned over to pick up the chopsticks that Chen Rao threw on the ground, rinsed them with water, and mechanically put the food into his mouth to chew, but he couldn't taste it.