Brother Jack, don't kill me!

Lotte Wiltshire came to this city with his parents when he was still a child.

Their family moved from abroad, and Lott's white hair was an obvious characteristic of the alien.

So he has no friends, except Xia Youjie.

On the day when we first moved here, it was raining heavily. Lott thought that he was squatting next to the big boxes that his mother had sorted out, and the boxes were placed outside the courtyard. His mother was busy sorting things out, while his father was smiling. He greeted the guests with an obscure Japanese mixed with a foreign accent. No one paid attention to Lott and the big drenched suitcase he was leaning against.

But it was more obvious that the clothes on Lott's body were even more wet. He seemed to have fallen into the water and splashed. His messy fluffy white hair was soaked in water and stuck to his neck wetly. He hugged his knees , shivering with cold.

"Why are you here alone?"

After a while of treading water, an equally immature voice appeared.

Lot raised his head, the first thing he saw was a blue umbrella, and then a child who was slightly taller than himself holding the umbrella.

Xia Youjie's bangs fell down, making the child who was squatting on the ground subconsciously reach out to grab it, but Lotte was too short, and he only caught a cloud of air when he was squatting on the ground.

But because of inertia, and also because his legs became numb after squatting for a long time, the grabbing action caused Lott to fall backwards, and when he was about to fall to the ground, his wrist was caught.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes to look at Lott, his fox eyes narrowed, and his voice was gentle: "Be careful."

Lotte's wrist was pinched, and the temperature from the opponent's body was hot to him, as if sitting by the fireplace in winter, it was a feeling that people couldn't help but want to rely on.

Lott stood up, he was drenched like a white-haired puppy that was left in a mess, his wet forehead hair was sticking to his forehead, and the white shirt he was wearing was also wet and stuck to his body.

Lott thought for a while, he smiled silly, and after a long time he said: "Mom let me stay here. She said I am a good boy, I can't go against her. And—"

"I'm not alone." Lott said, pointing to the box at his feet, and said, "And he's with me."

Xia Youjie looked in the direction of his finger, the black-haired boy frowned for a while, and he said after a long time, "Really?"

Lott nodded. At this moment, he heard a call coming from the house. It was his mother's voice.

So he hurriedly pushed his box friend with some unease, gestured towards Xia Youjie, and said, "Mom is calling me, I have to go."

Xia Youjie put away the umbrella, and he stepped forward to help.

Lott smiled at Xia Youjie, but his smile disappeared when Lott saw the slightly pale woman's face protruding from the door of the house.

The box was carried by the woman, and she showed a tired smile to Xia Youjie outside the door, and said, "Lotte has caused you trouble."

Following the figure of the woman, Xia Youjie's parents came out from the house. They came out holding hands, and when they saw Xia Youjie who was wet without an umbrella, they pulled him under the umbrella again.

Xia Youjie raised his head. Behind the half-closed wooden door, Lot stuck his head out, beckoned to him, and said, "I'm leaving."

—Crack.

The wooden door was closed.

Xia Youjie's mother took out a tissue from her bag, wiped Xia Youjie's limp black hair, and said, "Ms. Wiltshire is so pitiful."

"what?"

"She has hereditary schizophrenia." Xia Youjie's mother said, "Well, it seems that her husband often goes out too."

Xia Youjie's mother dried his black hair for him, put away the tissues again, and asked with a smile, "Jie, how are you getting along with that child?"

The answer is yes.

……

"They hate me."

Lott turned his head and said to the people next to him, he was swinging on the swing, his hands tightly grasped the ropes at both ends, he grasped so hard that the palms seemed to be bleeding.

"Xia Youjie, they hate you too." He added a heavy tone, the child's words were emphatic, he widened his eyes and said, "You are so nice, why do they hate you?"

Xia Youjie gently helped him push the swing, and the older black-haired boy thought for a while, stretched out his hand to push the swing and said, "They think I'm different from them?"

Uncertain, but still gentle words.

Lott smiled, feeling the wind blowing across his cheeks, and said, "They say you are a weird kid, a bad kid who likes to lie, but I don't think that's the case. Right, Xia Youjie!"

"Jay, he is the best person in the world." Lott said, "I knew it from the first time we met."

The park in the evening was covered with a golden glow by the afterglow of the setting sun. The grass next to the swing was orange. Under the shadow of the sun, Lotte’s white hair seemed to be the color of the sunset. He smiled vividly, revealing two beautiful dimples .

The evening here is always very quiet, and they come here at this time because of the quietness. After all, if it is earlier, if the park is occupied by children, there will be no fun.

At this time, this quiet and even somewhat desolate park suddenly became noisy. A group of half-grown children who were the same age as them ran over from the side of the street playing. When Xia Youjie was sitting next to the swing, the chubby kid called his partner to pick up rocks from the ground.

Throw it over.

To Xia Youjie.

"monster!"

The group of children laughed and threw stones over.

The scattered stones fell to Xia Youjie's feet, but did not hit him.

But the swing stopped.

Lott jumped off the swing. He picked up the stone that fell on the ground and was about to throw it when he was caught by the wrist.

Xia Youjie said, "Forget it."

Lotte bit his lower lip, he broke free from Xia Youjie's palm, squatted down, picked up a big stone on the ground, and threw it back with all his strength.

Towards the little fat man headed by.

Lott was always very lucky at some point.

The thrown stone hit the little fat man's arm unpredictably, and he cried out in pain, as if he was bleeding, and the group of children surrounding him also stopped making noise at this time.

"Jie is not a monster." Lott shouted at them. He grabbed Xia Youjie's sleeve and said emphatically again, "He didn't lie either!"

His appearance was far more agitated and angry than when he was being bullied and excluded.

The little fat man was squatting on the ground, clutching his arm. He was grinning a bit. He wanted to refute but didn't dare.

Lot stared at him, then bent down to look for stones on the ground. The little fat man seemed to be frightened at this moment, he got up from the ground and ran away.

"Lotte." Xia Youjie called his name from behind and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

Xia Youjie shrugged, his words were relaxed, his narrow eyes were slightly raised, and he said: "They are just jealous that I can see what they can't see."

Luo Te straightened up, he said "Oh" in a muffled voice, and said, "I know Xia Youjie, you are very good."

Xia Youjie held his palm and said, "Lotte, it's the same. Didn't you also say that you can see aliens?"

"It's all the same."

Lott raised his head, he shook his head, looking a little disappointed, he said, "But everyone can see them."

"And they're just saying that stuff, it's dolls, not some Pythia--I mean aliens--so annoying."

"But monsters are different." Lott became serious, he stretched out his fingers and gestured in front of Xia Youjie, his eyes were shining brightly, as if there were stars twinkling inside.

"Anyway, I've never seen ghosts or monsters." Lot raised his head, resting his head lightly on Xia Youjie's shoulder, and asked, "Are they easy to get along with? Are they bad?"

Xia Youjie squeezed his palm tightly, but said without answering, "Your palm is bleeding."

"Mother will find out now." Lott seemed to be tense, his body tensed up, and then he relaxed again.

"Go buy a Band-Aid." Xia Youjie took a tissue to dry the blood oozing from his palm, and said, "It won't be discovered."

Lott was a little skeptical, he had the impression that his mother seemed to know everything, "Really?"

"real."

Lott laughed, he didn't care about the pain in the wound on his palm, and said, "Well, since Jie Du said so, it must be right."

"So—"

Lot raised his head and said, "What kind of monster did Jie see?"

"Do you really want to know?" Xia Youjie approached and asked.

Lot nodded.

Xia Youjie lowered his head, grabbed his palm and said, "Here's one."