After becoming the group pet of the Public Procuratorate

Although he didn't know how terrifying that monster was, he still felt a burst of panic, but the more he panicked, the more he wanted to take a look.

He walked very slowly, not daring to make any sound of footsteps, and he was even ready to turn around and run away.

It was not until he walked in that he realized that the wall of this yard was different from other houses in the town. It was not a high wall made of lime, but a wooden fence that was as high as a wall. The vines grew around the railing, and green leaves were sandwiched between them. He was used to seeing the closed gray walls of his house, and this semi-open style seemed interesting.

He squatted outside the railing, trying to hide himself behind the vines. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed aside the two green leaves, leaving only the eyes. The light fragrance of the new green leaves surrounded him, and every breath was fresh and comfortable. He settled down and looked quietly into the courtyard.

The size of the yard is about the same as that of our own house. The only difference is that there are no weeds on the ground, and it is neat and clean. There is only a small two-story house on one side of this house, which seems to be a little conditional in the town. The family likes to build it like this. In the center of the yard stands a towering tree, with wings spread from east to west, and the branches are scattered, adding a bright vitality to the yard.

The most eye-catching thing is a swing tied to the branch.

Bai Ming's attention is all focused on the swing, he has only seen the swing on the old TV at home, and the scene of the children rippling in the air on the show made him especially want to experience this feeling of flying.

The swing is still, although the warm wind can't move it, it awakens Bai Ming's extreme longing for the swing. At this moment, he can't let go of anything, as if there is no color in the world, only the pure wood color The swing was still shining brightly.

He looked to the side again, and on the other side of the big tree, a young man in a white shirt was facing Bai Ming with his back. The young man was much taller than himself, but was as thin as himself. He was standing on a wooden bench, holding He tied a knot on the branch with a self-made fishing net, and the branch swayed left and right under his fiddle, swaying with the reflection of the sun on the ground.

After the boy fastened it, he wiped off the dust and sawdust with his hands, nodded in satisfaction, then jumped off the stool, landed lightly on the ground, and then turned around.

Fragments of light fell into the world, and Bai Ming finally saw his face. The boy's eyes were bright and clear. He looked up at the sky and smiled softly, like a tree full of flowers, and the wind bulged his thin spring shirt. His radiance ignited the endless twilight, which was more stunning than spring.

His appearance made Bai Ming unable to even think of the word monster.

At this moment, vine leaves harassed Bai Ming's nose. He realized that he was about to sneeze, so he hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands, trying to keep the volume down to a minimum.

But even so, he still hit one hard, one was not enough, so he hit the second one.

The two consecutive sneezes made the boy see the child outside the door. The child covered his mouth and looked at him in surprise. The scene was silent for two seconds. The boy withdrew his smile and looked at him coldly. See the child run away.

The boy said loudly: "Stop!"

Bai Ming didn't know why, he could have run away, but this order made him straighten his legs and stand obediently in place.

The young man approached the railing and looked at the child standing there stupidly outside the vines. He had never seen his words so eloquently, and asked with a displeased face, "What are you doing here?"

He had just passed the period of changing his voice, and his voice was thicker, which was already a deterrent, and coupled with such a fierce questioning, it shocked the child in front of him.

Bai Ming turned around slowly, only a few railings away from the boy. He looked up at the boy, stood on both legs, and took two steps back. His mind was so flustered that he couldn't speak.

The young man saw that he remained silent, and saw that his clothes were patched, which was a bit worn out. Although the child in front of him was dirty, his appearance was extremely clean, especially those pair of charming eyes, which made people feel heartbroken. trembling.

The boy withdrew half of his sharpness, but still maintained a solemn expression, "Are you here to steal something?"

This is a great injustice, Bai Ming shook his head non-stop.

"That's why he came to see me, a weirdo." The young man pointed out what he was thinking in his heart, and his indifferent tone seemed to be able to swallow the last light of the sky.

Bai Ming's heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he regretted his decision to peek more and more. Although the person in front of him looked sunny, when he spoke, he did what Xiaopang said, and he had a bad temper. weirdo.

"I, I'm coming..." Bai Ming's eyes dodged, and he frantically made up lies in his mind. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and timidly told a reason that he thought he could hide from the sky, "I'll treat you to peanuts."

As he said that, he took out a handful of peanuts that Fatty gave him in the morning. The peanuts happened to be unfinished, so they could be used to deceive people.

"I don't eat peanuts..." The young man saw through his bluffing skills at a glance, pretended to be sullen, shook his shoulders, clasped his hands into fists, his wrists creaked, and roared fiercely, as if about to hit someone, " I eat people!"

The young man widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and deliberately acted hideously. As soon as the words came out, he stretched out his arms, raised his hands, and stood on tiptoe, like a fierce tiger pounced on its prey. The child is completely enveloped.

Bai Ming was stunned. He had long forgotten that there were railings blocking him. The young man's domineering airs seemed to be about to grab his collar and beat him up in the next second. His hand that didn't hold the peanut hastily covered his eyes, frightened. He was made to squat down on the spot, shrinking into a ball as much as possible, and his body was constantly shaking.

But time seemed to stand still, no fists landed on his body, his eyes peeked out between his fingers, and he slowly raised his head, only to see that the young man had retracted his sharpness, took a peanut from his outstretched hand, and With a disgusted face, he said: "Interesting, you are really different from other children. When they saw me like this, they ran away in fright and avoided me from now on. Not only did you send me to the door by yourself, you didn't even run. Squat down on the ground, if it weren't for this railing, I would have caught you and beat you up."

The young man lowered his head and looked at the terrified child. The face with bright eyes and white teeth looked like a girl's, and the demeanor with clear eyebrows was clearer than the water in the Baihe River next to the town. The child's arms in the air trembled slightly, and even shook A peanut, coupled with the tense appearance of the incoherent words just now, it is difficult for anyone with a conscience to continue to get angry with him.

The short child in front of him stood up slowly from the ground, his height had just reached the young man's heart, the child's eyes were erratic, looking at himself for a while, and looking at the courtyard for a while, the young man followed his gaze, it was like waking up from a dream , said: "I know why you didn't leave, do you like that?"

The young man pointed at the swing, and continued to show off: "I haven't seen a swing here since I came to this town, so I just built one by myself, how about it?"

Although the young man's smile turned soft at this moment, like a gust of spring breeze, which weakened Bai Ming's fear, but he still had lingering fears in his heart after being frightened by the young man.

"If you're not afraid of me, you can come in and have a try." The young man turned around and walked towards the big tree without looking back.

The boy took two steps, but he didn't hear the footsteps following him. Looking back, he saw the boy still standing where he was, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

"I mean try the swing, not the fist." The boy sighed helplessly and had to clarify.

Hearing this, Bai Ming's face immediately blossomed. He moved two steps towards the door, but soon stopped on the same spot. He was afraid that the boy's words would be ignored, but he thought that he had suffered countless times from his father since he was born. If he takes a beating for a chance to play on the swing, he thinks the deal is a good deal, and after struggling in his heart, he trots along the fence and into the yard.

After entering the yard, he looked into the house, only to realize that the boy was the only one in the house.

Seeing him walk in, the boy smiled with satisfaction, put the peanut he had just taken into his mouth, and said, "It tastes good."

Bai Ming relaxed his vigilance. Hearing this comment, he came under the big tree, handed the peanuts in his hand to the boy, and signaled that he could take them all.

The boy waved his hand and refused, "I won't eat."

This refusal of kindness stunned Bai Ming for two seconds. He was obviously a little frustrated, but he didn't withdraw his arm.

Seeing his disappointed expression, the young man had no choice but to take two more peanuts from his hand and said with a smile, "Eat, eat, then I'll eat some more."

With the wind blowing, he slipped away from the lush leaves in the desert, and after caressing the tips of Bai Ming's hair, he raised the corners of his mouth together.

"It's so heavy, there must be a lot of homework." The boy took the child's schoolbag and leaned it against the tree trunk, "You can ask me questions you don't know."

The young man patted his chest, full of confidence, and smiled triumphantly, as if he had finally found his use after coming to this town.

At this moment, he completely lost the hostility just now, and his gentle attitude seemed to be a different person.

Bai Ming nodded, but did not speak.

The joyous moment is about to begin, Bai Ming couldn't restrain the joy in his body, he stretched out his arm, and lightly touched the hanging rope hanging on the branch, the swing stopped in midair without any shaking.

"Don't worry, it's very strong. I've played it many times. He can hold me up. You must be fine." The boy said proudly behind him, as if showing off his spoils.

Even after hearing this, Bai Ming was still a little worried.

The young man knew that it was his first time playing, and it was a normal reaction to be timid and unfamiliar. Most importantly, the swing board was indeed a bit high for the child in front of him, so he suggested, "Let me carry you up."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sense of fear filled his whole body in an instant. Under his father's repeated beatings, Bai Ming was always afraid of getting in close contact with people. He was afraid that others would see the red marks on his arms that hadn't left. The trauma of the wound, and even the rift in his self-esteem, under the scabs of blood, it seemed that anyone's comfort had turned into a mockery.

This stress reaction made him very resistant to this behavior, so he quickly grabbed his sleeves, turned around, shook his head and said, "No, no."

But just as the words were out of his mouth, the boy squatted down halfway, wrapped his hands around his waist, and hugged him up hard.

Bai Ming's toes left the ground for a while, like a small rocket, although it was very low, it still flew in the air. This feeling was different from what he thought. He didn't feel any physical disgust, or even a slight sense of discomfort. , the boy's arms were as warm as spring, and the soft touch made him almost melt here.

The boy said with some difficulty: "Hold on to the rope."

Bai Ming sat on the swing, and the freedom of his feet not touching the ground made him feel delicate. He held the hanging rope tightly with both hands, and the swing began to shake a little. When he panicked, he clenched his hands even tighter, and looked at him with worry. juvenile.

The boy walked behind him, grabbed the sides of the seat board, and said, "It's about to start."

Pulling the swing back, the feeling of shifting the center of gravity forward was very exciting. Bai Ming took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The board was pulled very high. If he didn't hold the rope firmly, he would easily fall off the swing.

The board was loosened by the young man, the swing descended at an extremely fast speed and then raised again, the wind blowing towards the face, blowing away Bai Ming's hair, and rubbing it against his ear again, he seemed to be transformed into a sparrow in the evening The bird, driven by the teenager again and again, blends into the thin sky, dances with the spring breeze, and flies with the sunset.

Bai Ming opened his eyes, his eyes moved from the ground to the treetops, and after staying on the treetops for a second, they fell back to the ground again. Due to the violent swing, a few thin new leaves fell down. There is no violent father here, no A strange teacher, surrounded by the breath of spring, covering all his daily worries.

The young man was not afraid of being tired, so he grabbed the board again and swung forward again and again, "Fly a little higher!"

When Bai Ming heard the young man behind him let out a burst of hearty laughter, he also opened his mouth and laughed along with him. The laughter of the two intersected continuously, spreading to the sea of ​​clouds in the sky and to the end of the world. The most beautiful language between teenagers and children.

The world seems to be concentrated in this small courtyard at this moment, two people, a tree, a swing, and the most touching laughter.

It turns out that spring is so beautiful.

Tired of swinging, Bai Ming put his arms around the young man's neck and jumped down. He didn't have the uneasiness and fear just now, his feet landed on the ground, and his heart became more at ease.

Before he could stand still, he heard two crisp bicycle bells outside the courtyard. He looked towards the gate curiously, while the young man beside him immediately withdrew his smile, with a disgusted expression, and said in a low voice: "Lu Jian Came back from get off work."

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man entered the courtyard on a bicycle. The man looked upright and was less than forty years old. He frowned and looked solemn, as if he was thinking about business. The most important thing was that he was wearing a police uniform. It looked awe-inspiring.

As soon as the man entered the door, he saw the two children, so he got out of the car, smiled, and said, "Little Tiger, have you made friends?"

These words were obviously meant for the young man, but the young man didn't want to pay attention to it at all, turned his back, and didn't want to look at him.

Bai Ming's eyes were constantly switching between the two. If the title "little tiger" was used to describe the young man in front of him, it was indeed somewhat appropriate. Whether it was his unsmiling appearance at the moment or his sharp and sharp personality when they first met, he exuded a This kind of majestic and fearful momentum is not easy for people to get close to.

"You have fun." After the man asked, he leaned his bicycle against the railing, took a lot of documents from the front basket, took out a pen, and hurried into the house, looking very busy and unable to draw A little free time.

Before entering the house, the man suddenly remembered something again, turned his head and said to the boy: "By the way, it will be dark soon, and the town is not safe recently. The seven-year-old child who got lost a while ago hasn't been found yet, so don't worry about it." Throw one more, little tiger, you are an older child, you will send your brother home in a while, did you hear me?"

The man's words reminded Bai Ming that Teacher Chang Peng, who was a support teacher, once said in the class that the lost child was taken away by wild wolves in the deep mountains, and there must be no bones left after eating.

Thinking of this, Bai Ming felt terrified. He looked at the young man's indifferent attitude, waited until the man entered the room, and quietly asked, "Is he your father?"

The boy nodded reluctantly.

Bai Ming didn't say anything, he looked up at the dusky sky, thinking that if he went back later, he would either be caught by wild wolves, or he would be severely beaten by his father, so he pointed to the sky and said shyly: "The sky is not good!" It's early, I have to go first."

"I'll see you off." The boy immediately followed his pace. Although he had this attitude towards his father on the surface, he obeyed his father's order in his heart.

"No need..." Bai Ming shook his head, his childish voice was like a whispering nightingale, he was not ashamed to bother others, "It's very close, as soon as you leave the path."

"It's okay." The boy lifted the heavy schoolbag, helped the child in front of him to carry it, put his hands on the back of his head, and said stubbornly, "I don't want to stay at home, no one is with me all day and all night, I've been here long enough gone."

Bai Ming used to only know that the boy didn't go to school because no one wanted to play with him. Now it seems that his father is also busy with work and can't take time to accompany him, so he can only spend time in his small courtyard every day. Amuse yourself with this big tree.

Bai Ming remembered that when he was hiding behind the fence and peeking at the boy just now, he was stepping on a chair to hang fishing nets on the branches, so Bai Ming looked up, and saw that there was indeed a cut net on the tree, and there were also some small piles beside the trunk. pebbles.

Seeing that the child was attracted again, the boy bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it up. The stone just fell into the fishing net, and then fell from the middle, "That's a basketball net. I don't have a basketball, and I don't sell any here." , so when I was bored, I threw a stone into it and it was considered a shot.”

basketball!

Bai Ming was startled suddenly, remembering that there happened to be one at home, and said: "I have it, I'll give it to you."

When the young man heard it, he was taken aback for a moment, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had heard something terrible, he exclaimed, "That's great!"

But after thinking about it, he felt embarrassed to accept other people's gifts, and lowered his head, "You don't need to see me off, we can just play together."

Bai Ming explained: "I, I don't know how to play, so I'd better give it to you."

The young man smiled slightly, like the south wind passing through the town, and the clear water flowing eastward, "It's very simple, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

The setting sun had gone, and the last golden color of the Baihe River had been scoured. Under the dim purple glow, the two of them walked out of the hospital and walked a few steps along the alley to the intersection.

Bai Ming pointed to a small shop not far away, and said, "Let's deliver it here, that's my home."

The boy looked towards the door, stopped, patted the child on the shoulder, and said seriously: "You have to come again when you are free."

Bai Ming nodded vigorously, and sincerely thanked him. A pure and simple smile appeared on his face immediately. When he smiled, the wind rose.

He has seldom been as happy as he is today.

After saying goodbye to the boy, he ran all the way to the door of the house. His heavy schoolbag made him sway from side to side, and his posture was like a chick about to take off. His steps were not big, but his voice was not low. Da da sound.

After only twenty or thirty steps, he ran to the door of the house, and when he turned around, he saw the young man still standing there, as if he was going to make sure he entered the house before going back.

Bai Ming waved at him. Although the distance was very close, it was far, far away for a nine-year-old child.

The boy also waved his hand.

They waved in the wind and smiled at each other.

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