Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing stared at the flying red star for a few more times, and the first thing she noticed was the familiar cardboard box beside the brazier, wasn't it the one in grandma's room?

A neighbor bought her folded silver ingots?

Zhu Weixing wanted to see who kind-hearted person was taking care of grandma's business, and when she looked up, what she saw in her eyes was the eye-catching blue hair with her head shining in the firelight.

blue hair?

I wish Weixing an unexpected surprise, and then looked at the familiar figure squatting beside him, a boy with glasses and a sturdy boy, a total of three kind-hearted people stared at the brazier seriously, and from time to time grabbed a handful of silver ingots from the box and threw them into the fire.

But I didn't see the little bandit.

Zhu Weixing didn't care too much, took a look and left, but when he turned to leave, the car almost ran into the last kind-hearted person.

The widest part of the alley in Lingjiali is only six or seven meters. Both sides are occupied by small cars, and the middle is only big enough for a bicycle to pass through. However, the man leaned on one car and stepped on the other. The broken pickup truck took up the entire road because of its long legs, and anyone who passed would have to look at his face.

Zhu Weixing had to stop suddenly, so as not to let the tires hit those two unreasonable legs.

The other party was looking up at the sky with a cigarette in his mouth, his arms were slung across the roof of the car, and his neck was stretched out to relax.If it weren't for the very stylish silhouette from the chin to the Adam's apple, the pose would look very mediocre.

MSI Zhu had no choice but to remind those standing in the way on this rainy day: "Please let me go."

Half a minute after the words were spoken, the wind and rain moved, but the kind-hearted man remained motionless.

It's not like he didn't see himself, it was intentional.

Zhu Weixing didn't speak, and rang the car bell to remind him, but there was something wrong with the sound generating device of his car, the sound was hoarse and laborious, and it sounded very pitiful, much like the bells used to collect scraps in the mobile market.

It's no wonder Jiang Yi would respond.

The situation is deadlocked.Zhu Weixing stared at the other party silently, and suddenly heard someone behind him shouting in horror: "Ah, why are you burning paper here at night." It was Aunt Song's voice.

"You children are really blind, you want to burn it when there is sunshine during the day, and burn those unclean things at night, you will come out and run around!"

"What unclean thing? The dead come back to life? If he ran out, we can just give him the money directly?" Guan Xiaoliang grinned disapprovingly, "Hurry up and go home, Aunt Song, or ghosts will follow behind scare you."

"The stinky kid is always talking nonsense, bah bah bah! Children's words are not taboo!" Aunt Song seemed to be really frightened, scolding him as she walked away quickly.

Zhu Weixing stopped ringing the bell, and when the people behind him were talking, he noticed Jiang Yi pouted.It was a disdainful expression, but apart from the emotion at the corner of his mouth, his brows and eyes flashed a bright color, as if he heard something of interest.

Jiang Yi looked down, and asked Zhu Weixing a question, and he was also a second grader.

"Do you believe that after death... the soul can come back?"

Jiang Yi's voice was deep and soft, and was brought to Zhu Weixing's cheeks with the gust of wind, brushed against the back of his neck, wrapped in the night rain, and left a few traces of dampness and coolness against his skin.

For a moment, a shadow appeared in the fiery boy's eyes, like the grayish black of embers after the fire was extinguished.He has high brow bones and a high nose bridge, but his eye sockets are sunken and deep. His big outline is too tough, but the thin parts are delicate. The arc of his eyes, lips, and nose are particularly beautiful, which perfectly neutralizes the sharpness of his bones.It's a pity that the inlaid black eyes are bright and fierce, looking at everyone is the same as looking at the debtor, and people can't help but jump back and forth between feeling handsome and terrifying, and the contradiction is so schizophrenic.

Zhu Weixing frowned and didn't answer.

However, looking at it again, it seemed that it was just his illusion, Jiang Yi still looked like a fool, and squinted his eyes and blew out a very round double-layer smoke ring.While being proud of the smoke ring, he asked with his eyes, "Why are you ignoring me when I'm talking to you"?

Zhu Weixing didn't intend to answer his idiot question, after all, if he let go, he would avoid him like the plague. Although he couldn't do without right now, he had to show his attitude.

Zhu MSI just said: "You let me pass."

Jiang Yi suddenly bent over to get closer, his snort almost touched Zhu Weixing's face, and sniffed twice like a dog.

Zhu Weixing was startled, and quickly backed away, not understanding what was wrong with this man today.

When Jiang Yi got up, there was disgust between his brows, and he turned his face faster than turning a book: "What's so disgusting about you?"

Zhu Weixing was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and smelled it. The clothes had a faint sweet smell, which was dyed in that lounge, and was blown by the night wind until there was only a little bit of it that didn't dissipate. It was very faint.

What kind of dog has such a sensitive nose.

Zhu Weixing said: "It's on someone's body, I accidentally touched it." After that, he felt that why should he explain, a coconut still dislikes the fragrance of others.

However, Jiang Yi felt that the tone just now was not strong enough, so he repeated the expression: "It smells so bad, it's disgusting."

Disgusting, you let me go, Zhu MSI thought.

Jiang Yi stopped talking, just stared at it deeply, his eyes seemed to be carrying a hundred volts of electricity.Zhu Weixing is going to wear a piece of clothing with high friction today, and now it is estimated that it will be ignited like firecrackers.

The next moment, there was a muffled sound, and there was a dent in the iron fence beside Jiang Yi's feet, which was kicked out.

Zhu Weixing's eyelashes trembled, but he still stood upright.

Jiang Yi jumped out of the car and looked at Zhu Weixing who was only as tall as his mouth.

This age is not short for boys in the south, but Zhu Weixing is very thin after recovering from a serious illness, only a skeleton is left to support him, the whole person is two sizes smaller than Jiang Yi, and the little bandit seems to be able to break his waist with two fingers folded.

Sensing that Jiang Yi was getting closer, and intending to make trouble, Zhu Weixing hurriedly threw back the question the other party had just asked.

"Do you believe that people will come back to life?"

As expected, Jiang Yi paused: "I don't believe it."

After speaking, look straight over.

Zhu Weixing, who wanted to stop there, had no choice but to continue the childish conversation with him in this look: "Why?"

Jiang Yi forced people to ask the question, and after asking, he looked at him with eyes like what nonsense are you talking about.

Jiang Yi: "What kind of soul is it that can come back? It should be called a ghost."

Zhu MSI's indifferent face: "Oh."

Jiang Yi: "..."

Jiang Yi: "You fucking..."

Zhu Weixing was stuck at the point where he was about to go crazy and interrupted at the right time: "Me too."

"What are you?!" Jiang Yi gasped in his chest, his expression unkind.

"I don't believe in resurrection either."

Lan Mao and others who had burned the paper money came here, while Jiang Yi turned his eyes away, Zhu Weixing seized the opportunity, swung the front of the car, pushed the car two steps quickly, rode on, and headed for Building No. [-].

"Because the soul doesn't exist, so there's no way to get back."

Leaving this sentence behind, Zhu Weixing left in a hurry without seeing Jiang Yi's expression behind her.

……

It was almost eight o'clock when we got home, grandma and Zhu Weichen were sitting in the living room watching TV together.

Hearing that Zhu Weixing hadn't had dinner yet, grandma pointed to the stove, and there was another slightly smaller bowl where she used to save her brother's meals. The food in it was separated, one meat and two vegetables, and it was still warm.

Zhu Weixing washed his hands and picked it up. After a day of exhaustion, he was completely astigmatized before this bowl of food.

He smiled at grandma with soft brows.

Grandma asked: "How are you today?"

"Fortunately, it's a little strange, it takes time to get used to it." Zhu Weixing said honestly.

Grandma nodded: "Take your time, and ask the teacher for help in time."

"it is good."

Looking back, I found that Zhu Weichen was looking at the bag that Zhu Weixing brought back, his eyes were sneaky.

Zhu Weixing got up, took two strawberry cakes from the bag and put them on the table.

After grandma signaled no, Zhu Weixing held up the cake and said to Zhu Weichen, "Brother, eat it, I think it's delicious, and I'll keep buying it for you from now on."

Zhu Weichen didn't understand, and waited for Zhu Weixing to repeat it slowly twice before he shook his head hastily, not so much flattered, more like frightened: "Uh...uh...no..."

When he became anxious, he couldn't speak clearly, and even his hands and feet lost their proportions.There was a crisp sound, the sound of a slap on the skin, which was even more abrupt in the small room.

There was another grunt, the cake in Zhu Weixing's hand was knocked off and rolled aside, leaving a white mark on the back of his hand.

There was a moment of silence in the house.

Then there was a sudden clatter of slippers, and Zhu Weichen, who realized something was wrong, bent down nervously to pick up the cake, held it in his arms, and carefully handed it to his younger brother.

He wanted to say something, but with a stupid mouth, he would just hum and hum, and his facial features were all distorted.

Zhu Weixing looked at the flustered brother, and suddenly said: "I'm sorry..."

Say it again and again solemnly: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Zhu Weichen was a little dazed, not quite understanding why his younger brother would say that.

Grandma just watched the two brothers silently from the side, without participating.

After being injured, Zhu Weixing's emotions were extremely restrained. Although the two sentences sounded weak, they were his sincere guilt and regret.Turning her head to hide the hot eye sockets, and then turning back, Zhu Weixing took Zhu Weichen's hand and asked him to hold the cake in his palm.

"I still have so many," Zhu Weixing showed Zhu Weichen a box full of dim sum, "These few are for you, they are not expensive at all, if you like them, I will be very happy."

The elder brother still didn't understand very well, holding the cake and looking at him in embarrassment, with a look of neither accepting nor letting go.

Zhu Weixing simply put the cake in his rag bag and asked Zhu Weichen to have it for breakfast tomorrow.I smiled at my brother and grandma again, and went to take a bath.

When he came out of the bathroom, he found that his brother was looking through his own bag furtively. When he realized that Zhu Weixing was watching, he hurriedly hid back on the bed.

I wish MSI didn't puncture it, let him digest it slowly.

In the room with no curtains drawn, you can see the darkness on the opposite side, and the bandits have not yet returned to their nests.Zhu Weixing thought of the behavior of a few people burning paper money just now, it didn't seem like they were commemorating a certain family member.Most of them are the same age as them.classmate?friend?In the bandit army, there are still some who died young?To be able to touch Jiang Yi, and pull such an unwelcome self to revive and sigh, probably has a good relationship.

Then he felt that he shouldn't care, so he put down the curtains and lay down on the bed.

Picking up the phone, there are several unread messages.One came from class monitor Xin Manman, who told Zhu Weixing's professional teacher on behalf of the counselor to ask him to go to classroom 709 in the music building at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

The second message came from a person named Jeff, who said that he was very happy to meet Zhu MSI today, and expressed his concern for his health, work and life at length.The tenderness of the words made Zhu Weixing feel goosebumps all over his body.

Reminiscing about meeting me today and fitting in with this style of painting... The middle-aged Mr. Sun I saw at the bar could not be more likely.Looking through the WeChat groups, Jeff is impressively listed in the [Golden Turtle] column.

Here I have to mention Zhu Liangliang's detailed summary on social software. Not only are the attributes of each group clear, but there is also a clear star rating.From one to five, the more stars there are, the higher the overall level of appearance, power, status, wealth, etc. should be.It's a pity that among Zhu Liangliang's contacts, [Golden Turtle] currently has only three highest stars, and only two of them.And Sun is always sporadic, besides him, there are twenty more sporadic crooked melons and cracked dates.

The reason why it is not cleared is because Zhu Liangliang’s circle of friends is complicated. If you meet a stranger, such as Jeff, use this group as a reference to achieve the basic deletion function.

Zhu Weixing naturally ignored Mr. Sun and dragged Jeff into the blacklist. Zhu Weixing went to read the news received from the third person.

[Domineering]: Liangliang, you start school today.

[Domineering]: I really want to go to school.

This familiar tone seems to be more friendly than Yiyi?But it has been a month since his accident, and the two contacted for the first time.The other party knew when his school started, but didn't know that he escaped death?

Looking through his profile, the avatar of [Dominant] is a silver-gray sports car, but unfortunately, the circle of friends that has been visible for half a year is empty, and there is very little identity information.The only thing worth noting is that he was classified in the [dog friend] column.According to Zhu Weixing's analysis, there is a difference between Zhu Liangliang's "fox friends" and "dog friends". [Hupeng] has at least dozens of online names lying in it, like the fake smiling boy in the daytime, with obvious relationship plastics. There is only one person in [Dog Friends], and that is this [Domineering].

Just as I was thinking, another message came in.

[Domineering]: Liangliang, will you come to accompany me? I am the only one here, so dark and lonely.

If Mr. Sun said these words, it must be greasy with malicious intentions, but when this person typed it, the lines were full of loneliness and helplessness, and there was also a kind of coldness that was too thick to melt.

Zhu Weixing suddenly felt a chill on his neck, he looked at the window, it was well closed.

Best wishes for typing.

[Zhu Liangliang]: Where are you?

Waited for a while, no reply.

[Zhu Liangliang]: I'm sorry, I had an accident a while ago and injured my head, I forgot many things, and I have no impression of you, can you tell me who you are?

Still no news.

I wish MSI posted the last post.

[Zhu Liangliang]: Do you need help?

The phone is silent again.

Zhu MSI didn't have a clue, thinking of getting up early tomorrow, she put her phone aside and fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

If you can't remember the characters, you don't have to worry about Yan Jinliang's group for the time being, and you don't need to pay attention to the Old People's Square. Just get acquainted with the neighbors in Lingjia and follow Zhu Weixing's perspective.In addition, you can ignore the irrelevant people he doesn't want to talk to.

Jiang Yi:?