I opened the door to the world of modernity and immortality

Winter is coming, and the weather is too cold recently. The white cat crouching under the billboard licked the rain-soaked fur on its body and shivered slightly.

In front of the billboard was a young man and woman.The girl's cheeks were flushed, she half-stretched out her hand and handed out a fancy-colored letter paper, whispering something.

The rain splashed on the ground, and the cat's ears trembled, unable to distinguish their vague words. The boy in the tracksuit smiled slightly. After reaching out to take the envelope, he raised his hand and rubbed the other's slightly curly hair with gentle movements.

This is, love and happiness...?It's another tacky routine. Cats have seen many human behaviors like this in more than ten years, and they want to close their eyes out of boredom.

But the next moment, the redness on the girl's face faded instantly, and she disappeared. Her expression became forced, but she didn't cry. The boy seemed to say something softly again. She nodded with red eyes, and turned to leave.

The cat tilted its head, and the two cat eyes were blank.

Don't you agree?It stretched out its cat's head and looked at the boy suspiciously.

The boy was still standing there with an umbrella, his black eyes were covered by the broken hair on his forehead, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly. After standing for a long time, the umbrella suddenly fell to the ground, holding the letter paper with his thin and pale hands, slowly moving the letter to the letter. The note was torn.

The rain wet his forehead hair, under the wet hair was a pair of gloomy eyes, filled with violent wind and rain, as if he was about to cry in the next moment, and seemed to regard the letter paper in his hand as a person. it kills.

The combination of his mechanical yet emotional movements and his gaze made the cat stare. It subconsciously took a step back and let out a threatening whine.

The cat said that it didn't understand at all, it was just a love letter, not a letter of war, why was it so angry.Could it be that the girl he likes asked him to do errands and hand them over to other boys?

The boy with a distorted face didn't notice it. To be precise, he couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world.He tore up the paper and threw it into the trash can, but feeling dissatisfied, he kicked the trash can over, and the paper fell out, and he stepped into the water with his feet.

Someone seemed to be saying in his heart that this was too ugly.Another person said, don't be afraid, just let it out.

He closed his eyes and slowly bent down to pick up the umbrella. The cold rain dripped down his pale cheeks and splashed a little on the ground.

He raised his umbrella and walked slowly into the rain.

Behind him, the cat came out, stared at his thin and long back for a while, then looked down at the place where the water dripped just now, it lowered its head and licked it.

Water dripped from the corner of its mouth, and the cat's pupils suddenly turned into diamond shapes, emitting an unspeakable evil breath.

The raindrops on it are like falling on hot molten iron, and evaporate into water vapor in an instant.

The water vapor recondensed and dripped to the ground, but the place where the white cat was originally was empty, except for the slight ripples on the water surface.

Rainwater dripped down the floor tiles along the hair, blurring the dirt.Ming Yu's face turned pale from the cold, and he took out the key to open the door.

"I asked you to send me an umbrella, can I die?"

"I have a very affectionate relationship with Xiaobiao Z. I bought a bag for him. Oh, I can't afford to eat, and I still want to play with women?!"

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As soon as Ming Yu entered the door, following the woman's furious scolding, an unknown object hit him on the shoulder, and there was a sudden sharp pain.

The thing fell to the ground, and there was a crisp sound of glass.It's an ashtray.

He subconsciously covered his shoulders and looked towards the living room. The men and women inside were arguing for some unknown reason. To be precise, only the woman spoke obscenities sharply. The man sat on the sofa like a living Buddha, motionless as a mountain. Occasionally replying with a few sentences will arouse the woman's yin and yang.

Neither of them had time to pay attention to his little episode.

Mingyu lowered her eyelashes, got used to the scene, stopped watching what happened over there, and went back to the room with her bag.

When passing by a woman, it was like finding fault as usual. The woman sneered: "Go out with an umbrella, and you can still get drenched like this, and the ground is dripped with water everywhere. One or two are uncles, and I am a motherfucker." nanny."

The man suddenly became angry, dropped the remote control in his hand and said: "Say this kind of thing every day! Who treats you as a nanny?! The child is about to take the college entrance examination, look what you are talking about!"

"Yo, you still want face? You still have face?!"

The two quarreled again, and Mingyu's thought of asking about living expenses suddenly disappeared, and he went straight back to the room and closed the door.

The whole world suddenly quieted down.

He put his schoolbag on the table, and the room was still the same as he left it, except for a week's worth of dust.He wiped the table clean and took out homework one by one from his bag.

It may be that he still has a glimmer of hope, hoping that when he comes back for a moment, this family will become normal.It's because he thinks too much, consuming too much emotion is like a meal that has been spoiled for too long, who would eat it?

Flipping through the textbook, but couldn't read a word, he thought to himself: the schedule of coming back once a week has to be adjusted, and if he works an extra job, he can get an extra amount of money.

Parents are always struggling with who will raise him, and he is almost there.

I used to always say that he is the crystallization of love, but he has become a burden when the relationship is broken.

It is almost winter now, and the college entrance examination is less than a year away.

This exam is very important.

This is the best way to leave this home.

I still remember when I was a child, my parents always quarreled over money. Little Mingyu didn’t understand why. He only knew that money can buy delicious food and play a lot of fun, but it also made parents quarrel, so little Mingyu don't like money.

After growing up a little, he felt that if he could give them money, maybe they would not quarrel anymore, and they would be as happy as every time he took him to the amusement park.

But no, the mother is proud, but incapable, and feels that as a housewife, everything must be controlled.My father is a machismo, and he also has his own pride, and doesn't think he is wrong.

Sometimes, Ming Yu doesn't understand how such two people can be together, and how they have lived for so many years.

He was forced to shrink into his own shell by the quarrels again and again. He knew what kind of child his parents liked, so he tried to pretend, but it was useless.

When he was young, his mother was obviously not like this. He still remembered that his mother made delicious food for him and gently coaxed him to sleep, but he didn't know when everything changed.

The mother is no longer a gentle image, but sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and crying.

The change was so fast that he wasn't even sure when it was.

Sometimes when his mother treats him well, he likes his mother very much, but he is afraid that his mother will suddenly go crazy, and whoever catches him will be scolded.

Ming Yu squeezed the body of the pen tightly, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, swept away the messy thoughts in her mind, and carefully analyzed the topic.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Mingyu got up to open the door, and Ming's mother was standing outside the door, her eyes were red, she looked like two different people from the tough one just now.Not surprised, he turned sideways to get out of the way.

"Happy, son, I'm sorry for you, I'm really..." Mother Ming choked up before saying a few words, and burst into tears.

Ming Yu didn't put down the pen in his hand, but held it tightly.It's like this every time, after the quarrel, I run over and say I'm sorry, but the quarrel is still quarreling, even such a trivial matter as cooking more dishes can be arguing for a long time.

Mingyu couldn't understand what she was thinking at all.

He really wanted to say, if you want a divorce, you can get a divorce, and you didn't feel sorry for him at all.

But all the people seem to know that they can't listen to the words.

The woman cried for a long time, and choked up seeing him not talking, and walked away with a look of hesitation.

The door was closed, Ming Yu let go of his hand slowly, the black pen fell to the wooden floor with a clatter, rolled around twice and remained still.

The next morning, it was only twilight, and Mingyu put on her schoolbag and left the house.

He had just gently closed the door when a voice asked from behind: "Ming Yu?"

When he turned around, it was the neighbor's aunt, whose surname seemed to be Wang in his impression.

Seeing that it was really him, Aunt Wang walked over with the dog, with a strange expression on her face: "I haven't seen you for a long time, hurry up and go to my aunt's for dinner tomorrow!"

This is really familiar, Mingyu has only met her twice, but he still politely said: "No, the college entrance examination is coming soon, I..."

"Yeah, you're about to take the college entrance examination, did your family quarrel again yesterday?" Aunt Wang interrupted him directly, and said, "That matter about your father... the matter of adults can't affect your grades!"

When she was talking, the smile on the corner of her mouth was unclear, and Mingyu didn't know if she was too sensitive, but she always felt that the other party's words were full of teasing, like plastic neighbors.

The community here is old and the sound insulation is not good. People probably heard all the things at home.

He felt a dull pain in his chest. He squeezed the key in his hand tightly and reminded: "Your dog seems to want to go out very much. It seems to be a curious dog. Why don't you take it for a walk quickly. And I'm going to school too. "

His voice is still warm, but it is cold and tough without tone, and he abruptly turns the question into a statement.

His tone was tough, and before Aunt Wang could react, Mingyu had already gone downstairs.

Cloudy today with some water on the ground.Mingyu walked on the edge of the puddle, unconsciously staring at the passing cars one after another.Suddenly, a person walking on the zebra crossing in front fell to the ground, and the crutch in his hand fell far away, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

He hurriedly regained his composure, jumped over the puddle to help him out of the road, brought him to the sidewalk tree, and checked it. The old man might have fallen on his leg and couldn't stand up at all.Ming Yu could only call an ambulance.

While waiting to come, he squatted beside the old man and watched.

The old man waited for a while before he had the strength to speak, and said, "Little...young man, thank you...you!"

Mingyu shook his head with a smile, and said, "It's okay, it's a small matter." He said, and put the crutches he picked up next to him into the old man's hand. Suddenly, his palm felt a tingling pain, and he subconsciously raised his hand to look.

On the calloused palm, there were four clear nail marks, which were already bloodshot red, and there was a wound on the palm, which should have been unconsciously pinched by him just now.

He looked at it and was about to put his hand down, but the old man saw the wound on his hand.

The old man said: "Son, why are you injured, does it hurt?"

Mingyu lowered his eyelashes and shook his head.

Holding the crutch in his hand, the old man seemed to understand something, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Actually, there is no hurdle that you cannot overcome. When you pass this hurdle, you will find that there are even bigger hurdles waiting for you." !"

He seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere, so Ming Yu laughed.

Only then did the old man exhale, and said: "Son, as long as people live happily, those troubles will pass away in a few years. Like the old man, I have three children in my life. In the end, I am still alone. The country is now prosperous and strong." Well, we have our own pensions and don't bother with the kids!"

It was as if a chatterbox suddenly opened up, the old man babbled a lot, and Mingyu didn't want to hear anything about his feats and happy things when he was young, until the ambulance came and dragged the old man into the car.

Mingyu stood alone, looked at the wound on his hand, took out a tissue from his pocket, squeezed it in his palm, and continued on his own way.

Returning to the rented room, he put down his bag, packed up his homework, and went out to buy a breakfast. While eating buns, he walked to the part-time bakery.

It's Sunday and it's going to be busier than usual.At nine o'clock, there were already many people on the street. While walking, he suddenly saw a man.

Not only him, many people will see a man at a glance,

He is a very strange man with waist-length white hair. He is wearing a sportswear that does not match his body. The whole body, even the sneakers on his feet are all white, which is particularly eye-catching in the gray after the rain. The hump on the bridge of the nose must look good on the front.

Mingyu was thinking about it when someone bumped her suddenly, and one of the buns in her hand was knocked off.

The girl quickly apologized to him and asked him if he wanted compensation.

Mingyu raised her iconic smile, shook her head, expressed her forgiveness, and continued walking, only to hear the whispers of a few girls behind her.

"This is so handsome too! So white!"

"Yeah, there are so many handsome guys today!!"

"I'm dry!!! Why didn't you use WeChat just now!"

The smile on Mingyu's mouth disappeared in an instant, he quickened his pace indistinctly, got away from the crowd, and turned into the alley.

The girl's friend suddenly poked her and motioned, "Look, why did those two handsome guys all go to the alley in the commercial street?"

The girl turned her head and saw the handsome white-haired guy following the handsome black-haired guy towards the alley, she hesitated and said, "Coincidence... right?"

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