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The dense humidity weighs down the bird's wings.

They are forced to fly at low altitudes, blurring the boundaries with humans, and the sky elves are reduced to vulgar things that can be reached with one hand.

Yuan Mu stepped out of the corridor, staring at the densely packed birds between the telephone poles.

The upper can't block the heat and is exposed to the sun. The golden light climbs up with the unusual high temperature, like an invisible tongue of fire.

Being licked by it, there is a burning sensation.

He took two steps back and retracted his feet, turned around and went upstairs to get the umbrella.

It's unseasonably hot and it's going to rain today.

He took out the key and opened the door, only to meet Yuan Cha wearing a long umbrella and putting on his shoes.

Yuan Mu paused, and passed by sideways.

"Brother!" Yuan Cha stopped him, and passed the umbrella under his eyes, "Mom said, it might rain in this weather, and I was thinking of chasing you if you didn't go far."

But this is not his umbrella.

Yuan Mu looked at her, but took it anyway.

Made of plastic, the umbrella has a transparent surface, a clean white curved handle, and a round button that can slide open with one touch.

Very elegant and beautiful, belonging to girls.

"Thank you."

Yuan Mu said, "Then I'll go first."

Yuan Cha didn't want to just answer "Yeah" and look indifferent, so he imitated the adults on the TV and told him in a mature way: "Be careful on the road, and watch the cars when crossing the road."

Yuan Mu didn't realize that it was funny that this kind of contrast appeared on his 14-year-old sister, so he nodded slightly and said thank you again before leaving.

Yuan Mu discovered early on that there was a certain carefree air in Yuan Cha's character, for example, he liked and bought such a flashy umbrella.

If the umbrella was colored, he could hold it up now to block the unstoppable sun in the sky.

It's a pity that it is not only unreal, but also inconvenient to carry.

The ground was dirty, and he raised his arm to keep the umbrella in the air.

The fingers are hooked on the handle of the umbrella, and it is held straight and parallel to the legs-it is artificial.

In the end Yuan Mu laid it down horizontally, holding it in the palm of his hand like treating a fire stick.

He avoided the fruit shop at the corner of the street, took a small path in the opposite direction, and walked out of the street.

Most of the students I encountered on the road were wearing No. [-] Middle School uniforms. It was now late July, and the summer vacation in the whole district and even the whole city was almost half over, and the remaining senior high school students in this school were still taking tutoring.

Afternoon is sleepy time, the streets are quiet.

Under the bright daylight, sporadic people appeared on the street wearing exactly the same clothes. If they didn't know each other, they all kept silent, stretched their limbs with stiff necks, and walked in the same direction.

Yuan Mu found this scene weird and grotesque, but because it was everywhere, no one laughed.

All the way into the school, into the classroom, less than 10 minutes before the class time, the whole class was in a state of complete silence.

There were not many people, and all of them were sluggish, with their heads buried in their arms, and they fell unconscious on the desks.

Yuan Mu tidied up the desktop in his free time before rushing to the class. Others piled up books like a mountain, but he was used to only keeping one book at a time.

At 14:29, people kept pouring in.

In just one minute, the empty classroom was miraculously filled quickly.

When the bell rang, everyone poked their heads out from the pile of books, their eyes were dazed, and they sat crookedly, like a rice field run over by a tractor, all with their heads barely upright waiting to be harvested.

Opening the pen case, Yuan Mu found that his pen was missing.

Wang Chengxing was the first to notice that something was wrong. His deskmate was motionless next to him, and his hair felt as if someone had pressed the pause button.

"Yuan Mu!" Wang Chengxing patted him on the shoulder, "Class is over!"

Yuan Mu turned to look at him: "Wang Chengxing, have you seen my pen? It's dark blue."

Wang Chengxing glanced at the pencil case he opened, and suddenly realized: "I used it yesterday. At that time, you went to Lao Ban's office. I couldn't find anyone, so I didn't ask you."

"and then."

Yuan Mu didn't just look at him, but stared at him, his eyes were dark.

"Then..." Wang Chengxing recalled, "Then I should put it back."

"Ah."

Yuan Mu nodded, tore open the pencil case, tore out a huge opening, the zipper was not resistant to impact, and rolled down on the table, he asked slowly, "Then where is it now?"

Usually Yuan Mu was silent, but at this moment, this kind of mild questioning was actually aggressive compared to him.

Wang Chengxing was stunned, a feeling of absurdity that the world was out of control rose in his heart.

The seats were arranged in a row of three people, and Yang Lanqing on the other side couldn't help but said: "Wang Chengxing, you left your pen on the table yesterday without the cover, and was hit by someone on the ground and it was broken into two pieces. The ground was full of ink, sorry. Throw it in the trash can."

Wang Chengxing shook his head reflexively, trying to say he didn't know.

Yang Lanqing persuaded: "I've seen Yuan Mu use that pen since elementary school, you still... you'd better apologize."

The duck is dying, but Wang Chengxing is still alive, and he still knows to go down the steps given by others.

He hesitated, and said, "Then... I'll find the labor committee after class, and the two of us will chip in to compensate you.

All right, don't be angry. "

do not be angry.

Yuan Mu thought, he really didn't seem to be very angry.

He is good at abiding by the rules and order of human society, always stays out of susceptible emotions, and insists on keeping an absolute psychological distance from an absolute number of people.

Living in the crowd, it is inevitable that you have to pay a lot in order to seek the purity outside the crowd.

But why-

The math teacher endured them for a long time, and called Yuan Mu's name.

He was her class representative, but he took the lead in disrupting classroom discipline.

When the teacher called his name, he stood up.

The teacher said that standing up would block the view of the students behind him, so he put away his pens and went to the back door.

Wang Chengxing apologized to him after class.

Yuan Mu watched his teeth touch his tongue, and when his upper and lower lips touched, his lips curled up, forming an apology.

He went on to say, I will give you the pen on Monday, and I will try to find the exact same one, so don't be angry.

Yuan Mu didn't know if Wang Chengxing didn't have the experience of his territory being violated and his beloved things being destroyed, otherwise how could he say that he was all angry.

Obviously more sad.

Next is confusion.

He laughed, with a clear voice: "It's okay, it's not very important."

Wang Chengxing also laughed with Yuan Mu in relief.

Strangely, after saying sorry, everyone takes it for granted and firmly believes in what others say is okay.

Yuan Mu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled again.

The fourth class in the afternoon was self-study time. The head teacher came to inspect the classroom and took Yuan Mu away.

As expected, it was the math teacher who complained to him non-stop.

Using this as an introduction, Li Xuedao unilaterally started an hour-long conversation.

"Your eyes are smart, and you can focus on your studies. Believe me, the teacher will guarantee you that you will be amazing in the future."

Li Xuedao concluded with this sentence countless times, looked hard at Yuan Mu, nodded himself, and waved him to go home for dinner.

Yuan Mu bowed deeply to him, thanked him, walked out of the office, let go of the fingers clasped behind his back, and relaxed his humble and serious expression.

In fact, he is not smart, and he is not born to learn to be single-minded.

Learning is a tool for scoring and a pastime for boring life.

It can't compare to other people's 100% love and hard work, so Yuan Mu is already very satisfied to be able to hover on the threshold of the middle and upper reaches.

Fang Qiong thought so even more.

She doesn't expect Yuan Mu to fly into the sky, what she often talks about is that you must not go too far and stay by our side.

This makes Li Xuedao's expectation even more inexplicable.

Li Xuedao has been keen to conduct in-depth psychological interviews with Yuan Mu since he entered high school, and every bow Yuan Mu bowed at the end of the interview is an apology.

What the hell is it.

Yuan Mu was not curious.

Dark clouds formed, and the sky began to rain.

The classroom was already empty, so Yuan Mu went to the podium to look around.

The conclusion is that the labor commissioner forgot to leave him a task.

Students who are named by the teacher in class must participate in duty that day. This is the rule set after the second grade of senior high school - but the rule that only one person remembers is not called a rule.

Li Xuedao passed by the door, saw that he hadn't left, and asked, "Have you brought an umbrella, young man? Get in the car with me to see you off."

Yuan Mu said no, thank you teacher, quickly grabbed the schoolbag and umbrella, and finally said goodbye to the teacher.

After Yuan Mu slipped out of the school, he chose a remote road that he seldom used on weekdays, which was much closer than the main road.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't care less about keeping his clothes and pants from getting wet, so he could only find a way to speed up and go home.

Passing by the lake, there is a large green area beside the lake.

Weeders wear wide-brimmed hats originally used to protect them from the sun, push the machine, and do finishing work in the rain.

The corpse of Qingcao exudes a delicate fragrance, looming in the rain.

A person's sense of smell is impaired by the rain, as if the nose were short-sighted.

The smell was led by Yuan Mu into a long alley, and it disappeared in the middle of the walk.

They probably last longer if there's no smoke in the mix.

Standing by the wall is a row of young people, four or five, huddled together under the narrow eaves to shelter from the rain.

They talked and laughed with cigarettes in their mouths, pointed scarlet cigarette butts at each other's foreheads, yelled at each other to fuck you, and then fought.

Yuan Mu leaned forward the eaves of the umbrella and walked past without looking sideways.

Then the edge of the umbrella was grabbed, and he heard someone say, "Lend us the umbrella."

If it's his blue lattice umbrella, I'll give it to me.

But this belonged to Yuan Cha, and he didn't want to owe her anything.

Yuan Mu pulled the umbrella back, put his thumb on the button, and with a "wow", the long umbrella closed.

In an instant, his whole body was soaked.

When the rain hits the body, it hurts, like a nail dropped from the sky, the round end hits you, and the bones under the skin tremble.

The water was dripping on the face continuously, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

"What do you mean? If you don't use it yourself, if you put it away, you don't have to give it to us?"

They were not angry or vicious, they all tilted their heads and laughed.

Five against one is a vicious tease that occupies the commanding heights.

Yuan Mu lowered his head, buckled the umbrella belt, and said, "I'm sorry."

One of them stood up straight and reached out to grab his schoolbag: "Do you have to treat us to a meal, your buddies haven't got dinner yet."

There is a playful echo: "There is also the Internet fee."

There is a deliberate mischief: "You have such a big face, and you will be paid for whoring money tonight, do you want to?"

This is why Yuan Mu seldom takes this route, it saves time but costs money.

An exception was made today, but who would have thought that they would not be off work in heavy rain.

"say."

And Yuan Mu wanted to leave.

"I fucking told you to talk."

Huang Yiyi caught up and kicked him on the side of the waist, Yuan Mu arched his back to cover the surging pain, and couldn't straighten up for a while.

This kick is skilled, neat, merciless, and unreasonable.

Acts of disregard for life and humiliation bring intense pleasure to the perpetrator.

Yuan Mu still hooked his waist, staring at him, catching the twitching pride on that face.

"Search his schoolbag."

Yuan Mu staggered two steps from being pulled, he stood still, pulled the bag violently, snatched the bag back into his hand, held it in a fist with one hand, and said, "No money."

"Let us search to find out if there is any."

"No."

"What if it is found?"

Yuan Mu glanced across the row of people in front of him, his chest itched, and he coughed twice unconsciously.

After taking a breath for two seconds, he raised his eyebrows, and he smiled like them, with a more ruffian and evil spirit: "That's right."

As soon as the words were finished, Yuan Mu rounded his schoolbag and beat the red-haired man's head, then he clenched the strap tightly with both hands and slammed the head over. He smashed his elbows and raised his knees desperately.

Back of head, heart socket, throat, chin, bridge of nose, eyes.

Yuan Mu could only pick one person to suffer this beating, and he let go of the yellow clothes, because the red hair is the boss.

The redhead never made a sound, but everyone looked at him when they spoke.

Such flamboyant hair color is seldom dyed by anyone, and this is the first time Yuan Mu has seen it today. It is no different from the red-haired brooms in bundles of 50 yuan in the wholesale market.

Yuan Mu moved quickly, everything happened in a flash.

When they rushed over to tear him apart from Hongmao, Hongmao was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up and asked for help.

So one person helped the other, and the three beat him.

Yuan Mu fell to the ground after being punched in the shoulder, and curled up like a shrimp by the wall, protecting his head and neck.

Fists, shoe soles, and wooden sticks were all bigger than round nails and denser than raindrops. The trembling of the bones under the skin exceeded the limit, and finally broke.

A sharp pain hit her, and her breathing stopped for a round.

Yuan Mu remembered seeing clean electric wires hanging in the air when he fell to the ground.

The sky was gray and there were no birds.

It was so disgusting just now, where are you going now?

It's raining so hard, are there any few people who just have a home?

The redhead is indeed the boss, he said don't fight, everyone stopped.

He squatted next to Yuan Mu, pulled the school uniform in front of his eyes, saw clearly that the embroidered characters were No. [-] Middle School, and threw it down again.

Now Yuan Mutan lay flat on the ground with his arms and legs outstretched, becoming a wet and wrinkled sheet.

His left hand was trembling all the time, and Hongmao kicked his forearm: "Broken?"

Yuan Mu half closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and held his breath.

"I can't pay it off even if it's broken. I forgot a few elbows and knees, but you can't escape."

The redhead said, "No. [-] Middle School, good student, don't think about living a peaceful life in the future."

Yuan Mu opened his eyes, moved his throat, and said, "Four elbows, three knees."

"Fuck, you, Mom."

The blood froth from the red hair's mouth sprayed onto Yuan Mu's collar.

Yuan Mu smiled, but made no sound.

Through the mist on his eyelashes, he stared at the white void for a few seconds.

"Broom head."

"What did you call me?"

Wan Li watched the man raise his right arm, his fingers grabbed his collar and fell down.

It was limp and weak, but Wan Li got close to him just as he wanted.

The little white face opened his mouth to speak, his lips exhaled hot air in his ears, his voice was as clear as his eyes——

"Do you dare to kill?"

The author says:

Qiu Yu is attacking, Yuan Mu is receiving