Xueba, don't look at me, look at the question!

Ten years ago, Bai Jingtan's parents passed away just one year ago.

The nine-year-old had just finished first grade, and sometimes there was an argument between classmates, and words like "you wild child without parents" would blurt out.

Xiaobai Jingtan kowtowed in front of his parents' grave in a well-mannered manner, thinking of the curses that his classmates might not mean, but just uttered in a moment of anger, his face sank a little, and his eyes were slightly red.

He knew that grandma was getting old and it was not easy to take care of him, so he would not tell grandma about these things for fear of worrying others.

He also knew that Uncle Mu cared about him and would always bring him some delicious food, so he didn't tell Uncle Mu.

All he can say is that lively and bright little sun.

That day, a classmate at the back desk broke the pencil case his parents had given him. He asked someone to apologize, but the other party refused. In the end, the person was forced to swear aloud.

"You are a wild child with no parents and no mother. I've heard it all. You're unlucky to kill your parents! Your parents were killed by you!"

Before he recovered his senses, that classmate was already grabbed by his collar and pushed to the corner of the wall. Xiaomu Nanyu is a swimmer. Although he hasn't grown up yet, his strength is still much stronger than his peers.

The little friend who always looked at him with a stinky face was now furious and stood up for him.

"Say it again? How dare you scold Bai Jingtan?!"

"...What's wrong with me just scolding him? I'm not wrong! He just has no father or mother—"

Xiaomu Nanyu threw a punch.

"You are not allowed to say that! His parents are architects! It's not that he has no parents! Apologize to him!"

The classmate was punched twice, so he couldn't speak up anymore, cried so much that he ran to the teacher's office to complain.

Not surprisingly, both Xiaomu Nanyu and that classmate were punished to stand and write a self-criticism.

During class, Xiaomu Nanyu was standing outside the classroom, and Bai Jingtan's seat was right next to the window, and they were separated by a glass window.

Bai Jingtan didn't listen to class for the first time and wrote a note for someone.

[Thank you just now, let me write the review for you. 】

Xiaomu Nanyu unceremoniously took advantage of the teacher's turning around to write on the blackboard, and gave him the draft paper of the self-criticism.

[Your handwriting is so beautiful, remember to write carelessly, otherwise the teacher will find out. 】

【Um.Can you not tell Uncle Mu and my grandma about this? 】

【why? 】

[Afraid they will worry. 】

[Then how do you xie me? 】

[Teach you how to write "Xie" and "Liao" and "Ran", don't use pinyin. 】

Xiaomu Nanyu rolled her almond-shaped eyes after watching it, and gave him the back of her head, ignoring him.

But after school in the evening, when he handed Xiaomu Nanyu the iced orange soda, the other party happily took it.

"Well... you still have a little conscience!"

Xiaobai Jingtan finished talking about this matter in front of his parents' grave, with a slight smile on his face.

"Xiaoyu also told me that you are the stars in the sky...he is my best friend now, and his uncle is also very kind to me. If only you were still here...it would be great."

Every year in the future, when Bai Jingtan came to visit the grave, Mu Nanyu's name would be mentioned.

His personality has always been cold, and he was very quiet when he was very young. After his parents passed away, he seldom communicated with others.

Mu Nanyu is the only one who is most familiar with him and who has been with him since he grew up.

Later, there were too many things to talk about. He and Mu Nanyu were never familiar with each other. Gradually, their daily lives intersected, and the things he wanted to tell his parents gradually increased.

There may be too many to say when worshiping in front of the tomb.

Therefore, whenever Bai Jingtan wanted to say something, he would write it on paper, and when he went to worship every year, he would burn the written paper together with the paper money.

Looking at Bai Jingtan's long silence, Mu Nanyu didn't know what to say for a while, so she looked at her uncle beggingly, hoping that he would stop talking.

"Grandma, Uncle Mu, I'm leaving first."

"Bai——Bai Jingtan, where are you going? I'm going too, uncle, Grandma Bai, goodbye!"

Mu Nanyu hurriedly got up and chased him out. Just as he walked out of the house, he saw Bai Jingtan standing in the corridor waiting for him, so he quickly grabbed his wrist.

"...Don't take my uncle's words to heart. He is just in a hurry and is used to speaking bluntly. I don't blame you."

He looked at Bai Jingtan's dull brows, but couldn't tell what kind of emotion the other party was in.

"Where are you going? Back to your rented place?"

Bai Jingtan shook his head slowly: "I came out because I didn't want to say something to you in front of the elders."

"Then... let's go to the park in the community and talk about it?" Mu Nanyu's forehead was full of sweat, dripping down and wet his eyelashes, his vision was a little blurry, "In short... my uncle didn't mean anything, you Should know, huh?"

"Well, of course I know."

Bai Jingtan signaled him to go downstairs, paused, and added another sentence.

"You and Uncle Mu are the best people to me besides my grandma. I've always known that."

Mu Nanyu froze for a moment, his beating heart suddenly missed a beat.

What does Bai Jingtan mean by this?

Are you going to send him a good friend card and say we can still be friends?

His mood suddenly fell to the bottom again, he was thinking bitterly as he slowly went downstairs.

Being friends is better than not seeing each other all the time.

At least...they can still take a class together generously, have dinner with friends, and joke and chat together.

"Small island."

"Ok?"

They stopped at the corner of the stairs.

It was dark at night, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor couldn't wait for the sound of footsteps, and quickly went out.

Bai Jingtan's face was suddenly enveloped in darkness, and he could only see a hazy silhouette of a tall and slender figure through the faint moonlight.

"Xiaoyu, when I see you now, I still think of your father."

Mu Nanyu calmed down, took advantage of the darkness of night, and brazenly did not hide his disappointment: "...Well, I know, as I said, I don't blame you."

"That's not what I mean...I'm thinking now, you and him, apart from the blood relationship, there is nothing similar."

"Uncle Mu and my grandma were right. I was the one who made myself a cocoon and lost such a good island."

Xiaoyu has never changed, she has always been the little sun who will stand up for him, care about him, and accompany him.

It's just that he himself has been trapped in the shadow of his parents' death, and has never come out. He can't see the light that Xiaoyu brought him, and he just blindly binds himself, thinking that he has done enough correct and sensible things.

Actually... stupid.

Mu Nanyu looked at the person in front of him standing at the bottom of the two stairs, and stretched out his hand towards him, with slender and well-proportioned wrists.

His voice was soft and hoarse, with deep guilt.

"I still have a chance to get Xiaoyu back?"