we are not human

"Crunch" The bus stopped abruptly, causing a car full of people to stagger. Immediately, there was a lot of curses on the bus. A small person nimbly squeezed through the crowd in front of him and got out of the bus. He just ran a few steps The backpack on his back was grabbed by someone.

The little man was startled and turned his head suddenly. The tall man behind him had a yellow hair and a naughty smile on his face, looking like a local hooligan.

"Let go!" The little man desperately pulled the backpack back from the man's hand, looking at him warily.

"Small man, you are stupid. Aren't you in school? Why did you come here? You even did some petty theft. "Of course the person behind the little man is Han Ai. Pointingly looking at the man's backpack.

"What petty theft? I don't know what you're talking about," he said and turned to leave.

Han Ai grabbed his backpack again, and the man struggled excitedly, "If you don't let go, I will sue you for robbery!"

Han Ai held on to the man's arm, "Stop the thief, tell me, who are you? What's your name?"

Han Ai asked for leave today to go home to pick up clothes. The weather is getting colder and people will freeze to death without more clothes. He saw this person who looks exactly like Zhou Xiaoxiao on the bus. Originally, he wanted to go to the He said hello before, but he gave up seeing this person's strange behavior. Now he is finally sure that this person is not Zhou Xiaoxiao, but he has never heard that Zhou Xiaoxiao has any brothers. It's thought-provoking.

"What's my name is none of your business? Let go, let go!" The man yelled angrily and struggled to attract the attention of passers-by, but he left in a hurry after seeing Han Ai's appearance. It is rare for people to sacrifice themselves for others these days people.

Han Ai also noticed this situation, and dragged the man into an alley not far away, during which the man struggled and resisted with intensity comparable to a good woman about to be dragged into the alley by hooligans.

"Listen to me, I won't do anything to you, you look a lot like a friend of mine," Han Ai said bitterly as he pressed him against the wall of the alley.

The man showed a suspicious expression, "Really?"

Seeing that he didn't believe him, Han Ai quickly took out his phone and turned on the screen to show him. His phone lock screen was a photo of Zhou Xiaoxiao sitting in the classroom reading a book in the third year of junior high school. The person who saw this photo had already believed it. Han Ai Then he turned on the phone and found a photo of him and Zhou Xiaoxiao. It was the photo they went climbing last time. When they reached the top of the mountain, Zhou Xiaoxiao was almost tired and lying in Han Ai’s arms. In the photo, Zhou Xiaoxiao was smiling Happiness (happy to climb to the top of the mountain) flushed with shyness (tired from climbing the mountain) leaned in Han Ai's arms, and Han Ai hugged him tightly (for fear that he would roll to the ground from exhaustion).

Seeing this, he blushed and misunderstood the relationship between Zhou Xiaoxiao and Han Ai. After all, it is hard for a boy to use someone's photo as the lock screen of his phone without being misunderstood.

Han Ai: Misunderstood, I can only see this picture in my mobile phone.

"This man!" His voice was trembling with excitement, how could someone look like him?

"His name is Zhou Xiaoxiao. He is my friend and classmate who grew up with me. You haven't said what your name is yet."

"I...my name is Zhou Qi," Zhou Qi said in a somewhat delirious manner.

After some questioning, Han Ai found out that this person lived with his mother since he was a child, and his family was poor. His mother passed away when he was in the second year of junior high school. He dropped out of school after finishing junior high school. The most important thing is that Zhou Qi is more than six months younger than Zhou Xiaoxiao. Having ruled out the possibility of being twins, Han Ai knew that he had to think carefully about this matter when he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.

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The living room on the first floor of Zhou's house.

The living room was quiet, there were obviously four people but it was as quiet as if there was no one there.

Seeing this scene, Han Ai wished he could shrink himself into the sofa, he gritted his teeth secretly, and told you that you must bring someone here, you really should chop your hands!

He was terrified in his heart, what would Zhou Xiaoxiao do if Zhou Xiaoxiao's family broke up?

Zhou Yuntao, Zhou Xiaoxiao's father, was sitting on the sofa with an embarrassed expression on his face, looking at his quiet, overbearing wife from time to time.

Zhou Xiaoqin's mother, Li Xiaoqin, is sitting on the sofa weaving a scarf. The scarf is gray and white. It seems that the style is worn by a boy of sixteen or seventeen. This scarf is the one she knitted for her only son. Any bastard can be her son.

Li Xiaoqin looks very gentle, and her voice is also very gentle, but in fact she is not a gentle and kind Xieyuhua. Since childhood, Zhou Xiaoxiao was afraid of this gentle mother rather than the stern and serious father. The phrase loving father and strict mother came true.

"Xiaoqin," Zhou Yuntao called out his wife's name anxiously.

Li Xiaoqin was still sitting there knitting a scarf, as if there was no one else in the house except her.

Zhou Qi and Han Ai sat side by side opposite each other.

Han Ai was afraid of Zhou Qi even more. Zhou Qi's mother showed him a photo of his father, so he recognized at a glance that the man opposite him was the father he had longed for since he was a child, but his father glanced at him when he entered the door Apart from that, he didn't even give him an extra look. His father only had eyes for the woman who looked exactly like his mother and her son—the elder brother he had never seen before.

The woman on the opposite side looks exactly like his mother, but their temperament is completely different. His mother may have been gentle or elegant at first, but her temperament has been polished away after living alone with her son for more than ten years. And the woman on the opposite side is elegant and majestic like a lady, but the same face has two different looks.

Also, the furnishings in this room were something he could only watch on TV since he was a child. Now that he is here, these belong to his father but not to him. He is also angry and wronged, but he also knows his own existence. What an embarrassment to this family.

After a long while, Li Xiaoqin finally looked up at Zhou Qi. This child really looks like her son. If she wasn't Zhou Xiaoxiao's mother, she wouldn't be able to tell who Zhou Xiaoxiao was and who Zhou Qi was. Qi.

"Xiao Qi, right?" Li Xiaoqin said calmly, and Zhou Qi replied in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiaoqin turned to look at her husband, "What are you going to do with this child?"

Zhou Qi twisted her fingers nervously, and Zhou Yuntao was a little embarrassed, "Well, it's a pity that this child has no mother. Why don't you stay?"

"Stay here?" Li Xiaoqin repeated it softly, and she suddenly laughed when she thought of something, "Alright, then stay here." After she finished speaking, she went upstairs and walked into the room without even looking at them. in.

The three people who stayed in the living room stared at each other. After a while, Han Ai couldn't help coughing lightly, "Uncle Zhou, I have to go home to get something, so I'm leaving first."

After Zhou Yuntao responded, he ran away in a hurry.

Zhou Qi glanced at Zhou Yuntao with some anxiety, Zhou Yuntao looked at the same face as Zhou Xiaoxiao and tried to show a loving smile, "Xiao Qi, that was your mother's sister just now, you should call her aunt, Call me, call me uncle."

"Hmm." Zhou Qi didn't know what to say other than hum.

In the upstairs room, Li Xiaoqin lay motionless on the bed. It had been more than ten years. Her husband and her sister betrayed her together more than ten years ago. Ten years later, the product of that betrayal stood in front of her. This matter has always been a thorn in her heart, and every time she recalls it, it makes her heart ache.

That day was when she was five months and seven days pregnant, and it was also her 25th birthday. She didn’t do much because she was pregnant. She invited a few people in the family to have a meal, and she was tired after eating. Pregnant women always Tired easily, she fell asleep quickly after returning to the room, but when she woke up the next day, she found that her husband had never returned to the room. She smiled softly and walked to the living room. She thought that her husband passed out in the living room but did not Thinking of the horrible scene she saw when she walked through a certain guest room, her beloved husband and her most trusted sister gave her a fatal blow.

She couldn't bear the throbbing pain in her heart and buried herself in the quilt. That time she was so sad that she almost had a miscarriage. After being raised in the hospital for more than two months, the child was still born prematurely. The child who was born was only a little older. It's not big, but she doesn't believe it, it's her child, she's been pregnant with her child for several months, the little one is always curled up in her arms quietly like a cat, it's hard for such a good and small one I just grew up, and finally couldn't help but choked up holding the pillow, "Little, my little..."