My Bamboo Horse Can't Be the Gold Master [Entertainment Circle]

Bei Yao didn't know how long he had been on the rooftop. He couldn't remember how many times the bell for class and the bell for get out of class ended alternately. What a person sees without glasses.

"But let me find you." Li Xiaohang ran over worriedly, squatted in front of Bei Yao, touched the person up and down, and was relieved when he found nothing wrong, "Why did you come here? After school, don't leave yet."

"get out of class is over?" Bei Yao asked blankly, "I don't have a watch, so I don't know the time."

"Hey..." Li Xiaohang sighed, seeing Bei Yao's appearance, he was helpless.No one in his class knew about Bei Yao's family, so he told it face to face, Li Xiaohang was afraid of irritating his good friend again, so he finally chose to pat Bei Yao on the back, stood up without saying a word, and stretched out his hand to remove him from the house. Pulling it up on the ground is like taking a child with you, bringing you all the way back to the class.

Back on his seat, Bei Yao was still in the state of missing three souls and seven souls.

Li Xiaohang had no choice but to reach into his drawer, trying to help him take out his schoolbag.But the drawer was empty, and I couldn't touch anything.Li Xiaohang bent down wonderingly, tilted his head to look, there was really nothing there!

Before going upstairs to look for Bei Yao, he obviously put the packed schoolbag in it.Where's the schoolbag?

"Hey, Bei Yao, why is your schoolbag gone? Look for it with me." Li Xiaohang pushed Bei Yao's shoulder, trying to arrange some things for him to distract him from worrying about things.

Bei Yao came back to his senses and blinked: "Ah? Oh."

He walked, making Li Xiaohang's flat eyebrows twitched.In the past, Bei Yao was alive and kicking every day, but now Bei Yao is not walking at all, but floating.

Bei Yao floated from his seat to the back door, opened the door and took a look, Li Xiaohang wondered if he could see clearly.

After closing the door, Bei Yao rubbed his shoulders against the blackboard behind him, scratching out a thick line on the blackboard that he had just drawn, like a centipede crawling crookedly.

Bei Yao walked to the corner and stopped. There are trash cans and brooms here.He opened the trash can and took a look, then held the trash cover for ten seconds and paused for ten seconds. Just when Li Xiaohang thought the man was in a daze again, Bei Yao bent down and put his hand into the trash can.

"Ah! Dirty!"

Li Xiaohang yelled anxiously, after saying that, Bei Yao pulled his schoolbag out of the trash can, it was covered with shredded paper and dust.

"Who did it?" Li Xiaohang was furious, and the few people left in the class got angry. Some of those people just came back from the teacher's office, and some were still in the class because they were playing basketball late. They heard Li Xiaohang got angry, and quickly separated the relationship, saying that he didn't know, and he didn't see who did it.

Bei Yao shook his wrist, and the dirty things rustled down.His expressionless appearance was in stark contrast to Li Xiaohang's, as if it wasn't his schoolbag that was thrown into the trash can, but Li Xiaohang's.

"I saw it." A weak voice floated in from the back door. Li Xiaohang followed the voice and searched for it. Wang Jing poked out half of his head and said in a low voice, "But I don't know him. He is from your class. Next time See, I will definitely recognize it!"

Wang Jing was the unlucky guy who was forced by Xu Zheng to borrow money from Bei Yao last time. He was studying in the class next to Bei Yao. , crashed and smashed the schoolbag of the villain Diu Beiyao.

Bei Yao had already put on his schoolbag and walked towards him.

Wang Jing struggled for a while, but finally asked, "Are you okay?"

Bei Yao moved the corner of his mouth and smiled weakly: "It's okay, thank you for your concern." Then he turned around and said the same thing to Li Xiaohang.

Wang Jing and Li Xiaohang looked at each other, Bei Yao's indifference made them unable to get close, not the kind that made people shudder and couldn't get close, and he exuded a deep sadness that made people unbearable to get close.I'm afraid that if they say a wrong word or make a wrong action, it will bring disaster to Bei Yao.That kind of emotion is more delicate and fragile than not daring to touch fragile and expensive glass products.

There are not many books in the schoolbag, the homework for the first grade of junior high school is simple, and there are not many courses offered.Usually Bei Yao can run [-] miles at a stretch with his schoolbag on his back, but today he has the illusion that he can't walk even a single step. Can't do it.

I walked home step by step, and it was already dark by the time I got home.

Opening the door, the room was dark, Bei Yao turned on the light in the living room, the house was empty, and there was a note on the dining table that Mom Bei was on the night shift. Similar to the past, it is a writing habit that a person develops day by day, year after year.

A person even has the habit of writing, let alone other things?

Papa Bei is not at home, as usual.

Originally, these were nothing, Bei Yao was used to it long ago, isn't this the same as most of the usual situations?

But now Bei Yao clearly knows that things are different.

In the past ten days and a half months, Dad will come back once.Although he opened the door and saw that there was no one at home, or only his mother was waiting for him countless times, he knew in his heart that no matter what, there would always be three or four times a month when he saw his father waiting for him at home.Sometimes I will praise him when I hear my mother's praise, and sometimes I will teach him a few words when I hear his test scores.

Hard-won things will always make people worry and miss. Even if we don't spend much time together, after all, there is that person's blood in the blood, and two words cannot be written in one stroke. They are a family.

And his family, dear dad, abandoned him, abandoned his mother, took most of the family savings, and never came back.

Bei Yao looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall of the living room, and the sweet smiles of the three of them became the greatest irony.

Bei Yao pushed the side frame with his hands, trying to get the photo off, but the light force was only enough to make the frame move slightly. He exerted a little force, and the frame shook a few times on the wall, but it was still hanging there firmly.

This photo has been hanging in the living room for four or five years. At the beginning, because he was afraid that it would fall, he nailed a lot of nails on the wall, and then it was Papa Bei who hung the photo up.

At that time, Bei's father was standing on the chair, knocking with a hammer. Bei Yao hugged his father's calf, for fear that his father would accidentally fall off.

Bei's father said with a smile: "Son, you can hold on tight!"

Mother Bei stood behind and helped to check whether it was nailed to a line: "Husband, it's crooked, up, go up a little bit, oops! It's over! Move down again."

Holding the nail, Papa Bei turned his head and asked, "Is this my wife?"

"Dad, be careful!" Bei Yao hugged him tightly, his mouth full of worry.

The happy and sweet life in the past is vivid in my mind, and the photos hang firmly, but it is a pity that things are different.

Bei Yao seemed to have gone crazy, and suddenly used all his strength to push the photo frame.The nails hung from the wall, leaving a deep mark, Bei Yao felt no pain at all, and stubbornly pushed the photo down over and over again.But the nails were too strong, and the photo frame left scratches on the wall, but it couldn't fall off.

Bei Yao moved a chair and stood on it. Because of the excessive movement, the chair shook unbearably. He fell down and his buttocks hit the ground heavily. The pain shot from the tailbone along the spine to the cerebral cortex, and tears flowed from the pain.

Bei Yao wiped away his tears, got up, climbed up again, fell three or four times in a row, until every part of his body ached, he stood on the chair again, leaned on the wall, and stood up tremblingly .

Putting both hands on both sides of the photo frame and lifting it up, the indestructible photo was easily removed, just like his home, from complete to broken, but it was only a moment, without warning.

Bei Yao did it, he finally took down the dazzling family photo, but he was not happy at all, even sadder than before.

Let go of your hand, the photo frame hit the ground with a "bang", Bei Yao squatted on the chair, weeping uncontrollably, crying until the tears couldn't come out, crying until the eyes were dry and unbearable, crying until the vision was blurred, crying until the throat dumb...

His mouth was open, his eyes were red and swollen, and he couldn't make a sound, and couldn't shed tears, but his face was full of sorrow, showing a crying face.