No one really thinks it's hard to be a stand-in, right?

Teacher Wang saw off Ji Mian's mother and son, straightened up, and looked at the wall.

On the photo wall of the kindergarten, there is a photo of Fu Chenyu from last year.

Four years old, with a violin on her shoulder and a little fox pendant, with a smile on her snow-white face, Ning Qian squatted halfway, her white dress was spotless.

Teacher Wang squatted down and said to Fu Chenyu, "Xiaoyu, do you want to participate in this year's talent show?"

Fu Chenyu didn't say a word.

Teacher Wang stroked his hair and smiled: "Teacher, tell mom, can I let mom watch Xiaoyu's performance?"

Fu Chenyu's black pupils trembled.

He didn't say it, and he didn't say it, there was a ripple in his heart.

Ji Mian returned home and calmed down.

Seeing the two protagonists of "Tenderness on Stranger Roads" at once, it is false to say that there is no fluctuation.

It is mentioned in the original novel that Su Luoyu occupied the most important place in Fu Chenyu's childhood.

Fu Chenyu was injured, and Su Luoyu comforted him.

Fu Chenyu was bullied, and Su Luoyu fought for him.

Fu Chenyu had no food, so Su Luoyu fed him mouthful.

So later, Su Luoyu became the unsurpassed white moonlight in a man's heart.

The corner of Ji Mian's mouth twitched, thinking that 20 years later——

I became a stumbling block in the love between Su Luoyu and Li Jue, so Fu Chenyu took action for Su Luoyu to solve him.

Is this the final destination of the cannon fodder double...

I don't know, how is their relationship going now?Has Su Luoyu become Fu Chenyu's White Moonlight now?

Judging by the way Fu Chenyu threw candy today, he probably didn't.

Not now, and it will be soon in the future, which means that the time of my own death is also approaching.

Ji Mian clutched her chest, wanting to vomit blood: ...I feel that I can still struggle.

Ji Mian was in distress when suddenly the melodious sound of the violin came to his ears.

The fire rising in the sky burned layers of cirrus clouds, and Chrysler's "Joy of Love" fluttered in the wind. Ji Mian forgot all his troubles for a while, and could not help but be attracted by the music, and his impetuous heart gradually fell silent.

In the jumping notes, the player's careful love and joy are revealed, as if a moment of hope has been stolen, and soon, the music stops suddenly, and that moment of hope disappears.

Ji Mian sighed and figured it out.

Forget it, the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it.

As long as he stays away from Fu Chenyu, he may not be able to kill him in the future.

Downstairs in the tube, a boy's figure appeared.

Holding the washbasin in his hand, he hurriedly walked towards the laundry sink.

In the basin was a white shirt, which Ning Qian bought for him at the kindergarten party last year, which he cherished very much.

For a five-year-old child, washing clothes is very difficult.

Can't make soap locust, and the foam can't be washed clean.

But he was still washing seriously, with focused eyes, tossing and turning, not letting go of any corner.

His lips were tightly pursed, and there was no expression on his face, but the five-year-old couldn't hide his eyes, which were shining brightly, gushing with anticipation.

A moment later, the boy appeared on the rooftop, swimming in a pool of foamy water stains on his chest, stepping on a stool, and using his feet to hang up a small white shirt.

It was his costume, which my mother bought for him last year.

He thought repeatedly in his heart.

The white shirt flutters in the wind in the old neighborhood, like the white skirt of Ning Qian in the photo.

Fu Chenyu sat on the stool and looked at the clothes expectantly.

One sit is an afternoon.

The boy thought, if he performed well during the performance, his mother...would come to see his performance.

He wants to tell his mother that he can already wash and hang clothes by himself, and he can go to kindergarten by himself.

He has grown up and become a man, even if he doesn't have a father, he can work hard to support his mother.

He eats very little - he really...really doesn't bother grown-ups...

Fu Chenyu lowered his head, and big tears rolled down his eyes, which couldn't be wiped clean no matter how much he wiped.

Ji Mian withdrew her gaze, feeling complicated.

Ning Qian lived in her lover's house for a long time, and did not come back for ten days and a half a month. Except for money, she basically ignored her son.

Gradually, Aunt Chen, the nanny, became more and more courageous, took her son Jiu to occupy the magpie's nest, and drove Fu Chenyu out.

No wonder, Fu Chenyu's clothes looked a little dirty, a little old, and didn't fit well.

Aunt Chen gave his son his clothes to wear, and threw his son's clothes to Fu Chenyu.

Thinking of this, Ji Mian felt a little angry.

No matter how Fu Chenyu will harm the society in the future, none of this has happened yet, the child is so innocent.

only……

Ji Mian shook her head, it's better not to meddle in other people's business.

Perhaps because of the fusion with the original owner's memory, he could always feel the moment when the bullet hit his calf when he closed his eyes. Fu Chenyu's cruel and indifferent expression 20 years later, as well as the suffocation feeling of falling into the cold sea, made him feel it again and again. , repeating the despair of feeling death.

The direction of the novel "Tenderness on Stranger Ways" is doomed that Fu Chenyu will become the big devil who threatens the police world. Even his white moonlight Su Luoyu failed to influence him, and Ji Mian is even more uncertain.

In a blink of an eye, it's time for the kindergarten talent show.

Early in the morning, Lin Minzhi put on Ji Mian's new clothes and put on his face cream, making Ji Mian smell delicious.

Ji Mian took Lin Minzhi's hand and went out, just in time to see Aunt Chen and his son, Fu Chenyu was standing opposite them, with red eyes, trembling all over, his expression looked murderous.

On the ground was the snow-white shirt he had washed, on which Aunt Chen's son had stepped on countless footprints.

It fell in a dirty ditch, got muddy, and couldn't be worn anymore.

The instigator said arrogantly, "You son of a murderer! How dare you steal my clothes!"

Subconsciously, Ji Mian thought blankly: No...that's Fu Chenyu's clothes.

He washed...the clothes he had been waiting for for a long time.

Lin Minzhi happily hugged Ji Mian, and took him to a stationery store to buy a bunny eraser before going to kindergarten.

A magnificent Santana parked in front of the stationery store, the car opened, and a little boy in a suit jumped out, about seven or eight years old.

The middle-aged man got out of the car with the beautiful woman, Ji Mian paused and stared at her in surprise.

Ning Qian!

Fu Chenyu's mother.

His eyes fell on the face of the man next to Ning Qian, and the plot of "Tenderness on Stranger Ways" slowly unfolded.

He is Ning Qian's new husband, the secretary of Lingang County, who will be promoted soon, and will be the deputy mayor of Tongcheng.

Ning Qian is now his mistress, and she will get a certificate with him soon, her future is bright.

The boy threw himself into Ning Qian's arms, coquettishly.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Xiao Xi, don't jump into your aunt's arms, be careful not to damage your sister."

Xiaoxi asked sweetly: "Auntie, when will my sister be born? I really want to see her!"

Ning Qian was embarrassed: "Let's call my sister now, what if it's a younger brother."

Her heart tightened, and she was afraid that Lin Xi would really call her a younger sister. If she wanted to stay in this family, she had to give birth to a son for a man.

The middle-aged man supported her: "Xiaoxi likes my sister, and I like my daughter. Xiaoxi, it's your birthday today. You can choose what you like, and dad will pay for it."

Xiao Xi jumped up: "I like Dad the most!"

Lin Xi walked into the stationery store and saw Ji Mian in Lin Minzhi's arms, holding a small rabbit eraser in his hand.

Cat-like eyes, a small face like glutinous rice balls, arms as white as tender lotus root, black, soft and fluffy hair well cut, wearing a white hood with rabbit ears on it.

People are as cute as rabbits.

The astonishment in Lin Xi's eyes flashed, and he stared at Ji Mian foolishly.

A child as cute as a rabbit is deeply engraved in his mind.

Lin Minzhi let out an "ah" and also saw Ning Qian.

Whispering around, the women looked at Ning Qian with jealousy and envy on their faces.

Said that her fate is good, her ex-husband is capable, but it's a pity that she went to jail, and now she has hooked up with a capable man.

A family of three enjoyed themselves happily, warmly and dazzlingly.

Ji Mian held Lin Minzhi's hand tightly, a trace of anger rose in her heart.

Does Ning Qian know that his son is waiting for her in the kindergarten.

She celebrates someone else's son's birthday, but her own son can't even afford a dress.

"Ah, yes, I see." Teacher Wang hung up the public phone.

Fu Chenyu looked up at her. Teacher Wang prepared his words and knelt down: "Xiaoyu...your mother has something to do, so she might not be able to come today."

Fu Chenyu was silent for a moment, his body seemed to be unable to restrain himself, trembling slightly: "But I told my mother."

Teacher Wang touched his earlobe affectionately: "Xiao Yu, just now my mother and teacher called... said..."

Fu Chenyu was at a loss: "She promised me."

The boy stood bewildered.

He grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands. The clothes were old, wrinkled and not decent.

The white shirt was trampled to pieces by Aunt Chen's son.

Teacher Wang sighed: "Xiao Yu..."

Fu Chenyu bowed his head, his bangs covered his eyes: "Mr. Wang, can you borrow a white dress for me?"

Teacher Wang choked up several times: "Xiaoyu, you heard from the teacher that it's not because you don't wear nice clothes..."

She suddenly couldn't continue.

Fu Chenyu wiped his face fiercely with his arm, and wiped away his tears vigorously.

His eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled and he said, "Mr. Wang, can you borrow a white dress for me?"

Teacher Wang looked at Fu Chenyu, embraced him, and thought to himself: Poor...

Who doesn't know, today is the birthday of the son of Lingang county secretary.

On the road, many pairs of eyes watched Ning Qian get into Santana, and the car drove away from Lingang County.

She will never come again.

He was abandoned by his mother.

The kindergarten is decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of joy.

Su Luoyu's piano piece surprised everyone. Yang Chaoying and his wife stood under the stage, enjoying the attention and flattery of everyone.

Sitting in Lin Minzhi's arms, Ji Mian looked for Fu Chenyu's shadow in the crowd from time to time.

He thought, at least applaud Fu Chenyu when he was performing.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find anyone for the whole day.

After the performance, Lin Minzhi took her son to the old street to buy food.

She plans to set up another soup stall, as soon as the weather gets colder, the business will improve.

Ji Mian held Lin Minzhi's hand tightly, and when Lin Minzhi was shopping in the store, he sat obediently on the small bench.

People came and went, stopped to watch, and looked at his fairy-like little dumpling.

When Ji Mian was drowsy, the familiar violin music rang in his ears again.

He remembered that this was the repertoire that Fu Chenyu had practiced for a whole week.

The two families live close together, Fu Chenyu has practiced countless times, and Ji Mian can recite every note fluently.

He walked a few steps forward, Lin Minzhi hugged him: "Mianmian?"

Ji Mian said eagerly: "Mom..."

Lin Minzhi felt something, and carried Ji Mian to find the music.

Crossing the old street, there is an abandoned train station behind, weeds grow up to the waist, yellow and golden.

The fire burned the cirrus clouds, and the setting sun poured down.

On the platform of the abandoned train station, a boy sat.

He tilted his head, his fingertips were jumping on the strings, and the mournful music was lingering with the wind.

The dilapidated and abandoned dolls scattered in the mountains became the only audience.

"Evita" - don't cry for me.

Ji Mian listened in a daze.

A spotless white shirt, practiced over and over again.

Scenes flashed in Ji Mian's mind.

All of Fu Chenyu's cautious expectations came when Ning Qian said, "I'm very busy and I don't have time."

In his night sky, there is not a single star.

After the song ended, Fu Chenyu was in a daze.

After a long while, Ji Mian saw that he raised his hand to wipe his face with more and more force, but he couldn't stop the teardrops.

The boy sat in front of the railway station forgotten by mankind, crying loudly.

Lin Minzhi hugged Ji Mian silently, and sighed inwardly.

About Fu Yong's matter, Lingang County was full of uproar.

also poor...

Fu Chenyu cried hoarsely. After crying enough, he wiped away his tears, packed up the violin, and left without saying a word.

With a sound of "click", Ji Mian saw the fox pendant on his violin bag fall to the ground.

After Fu Chenyu left, Ji Mian jumped out of Lin Minzhi's arms.

He looked back at Lin Minzhi, Lin Minzhi looked at him tenderly, encouraging him.

Ji Mian plucked a small white flower from the side of the railway track.

The wind and the sun, the roar of the train, still did not overwhelm their vitality.

Blooming out of the mud, difficult, unknown, wanting to live.

The wind blew across the weeds without sound.

Fu Chenyu turned back anxiously, walking in a hurry. Along the way, he lowered his head and looked for the fox pendant everywhere.

Where is it lost?He was distraught.

That was one of the few things Ning Qian gave him.

After finding the train platform, Fu Chenyu was relieved to see the little fox sitting on the ground intact.

He bent down and was about to pick it up when he was suddenly taken aback.

In the arms of the little fox, holding a small white flower.

Pure white, like his white shirt, like Ning Qian's white skirt.

Like - a white windmill.

Fu Chenyu remembered what he saw in the kindergarten—the owner of the white windmill.

When he smiled, his eyes were crooked, and there were bright stars in them.

It seems to be called...Mianmian.