I have time

May in Meichuan coincides with the best season of the year. The coldness of early spring is exhausted, and the heat of midsummer has not arrived. In the dense leaves, there are strings of clear and sweet.

The breeze blows, the silver snow is flying, and the fragrance is all over the sky.

The boy in white stood on the bluestone road washed brightly by the evening rain, looking through a bunch of emerald green bean vines to a window on the easternmost first floor of Building 17 of the glass factory subsidiary building.

He looks to be only eight or nine years old, with a thin body that has not yet drawn out, and his facial features are extremely handsome. Anyone who looks at him will dare to assert that this child must be a handsome boy when he grows up, even most girls will see him They all sigh to themselves.

The window glass was washed with water marks by the west wind and rain, blurring the scene inside the window into a vague impressionism.

However, it's not just this layer of glass that blocks the line of sight, but also the rusty anti-theft guardrail outside the window, and the yellow and blue lattice curtain half-covered inside the window.

In the evening, the sky had already slanted to the west, and even though there was a bean-sized yellow halo far away in the room, the little boy was still unable to pass through the obstacles to see if there was anyone in the room.

He wasn't sure whether Yi Chengfeng was full of dinner at this time, and his mother was holding a feather duster to hold down this week's weekly diary on the desk, or he had already sneaked out while the adults were not paying attention Where did you go.

He just felt that the other party might be at home, and hoped that he was really there.

"Yi Chengfeng?" The boy finally couldn't help but yelled softly, as if mustering up a lot of courage.

He counted 180 seconds silently in his heart, but there was no response from the other side.

not at home?Still trying to hide from him?

"Yi Chengfeng," the boy's voice lowered again, as if it was just the volume of two people chatting face to face, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving Meichuan tomorrow, my house is going to be sold to pay off my debts, I don't know when Can come back again..."

There was an imperceptible tremor in the boy's flat voice, he pursed his lips and said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, goodbye."

Across the curtain, a boy with bare upper body leaned over on a simple painted wooden bed covered with a bamboo mat, hugged a bulging pillow and strangled his neck with all his might. Focus on the fair face outside the curtain.

His head of black hair was strewn stubbornly, with unruly mockery and inexplicable anger in his eyes, two obvious neck tendons were stretched out on his neck, and his thin chest, which belonged to a young boy, heaved up and down due to his panting.

Su Xianghui's sobbing and crying sound came from the outside, mixed with muttered complaints and curses, as if separated by a layer of water barrier.

On the TV, the football commentator sprayed the commentary excitedly with a loud voice, like a machine gun, much more real than a woman's crying.

If it was normal, maybe Yi Chengfeng would have wandered out carelessly, his butt sank on the sofa next to his father, and the father and father would watch the game with laughter or cursing.

No matter how bad it was, he could still lie down on the crack of the door without making a sound, pouted and looked at a far field from an angle carefully conceived by his father.

Yi Chengfeng turned his head and glanced at the lonely desk lamp illuminating the blank weekly diary, and wanted to fly up the pillow in his arms and slap it out from the air.

The woolen blanket that originally covered his lower back slipped with the movement of turning around, revealing clear scars on his waist, buttocks and thighs, which were bruised and swollen, criss-crossing, and a slight movement could bring out the pain of cramping and peeling bones.

The people outside hadn't left yet, and Yi Chengfeng could feel that his ears were more alert than a rabbit's, and the child's footsteps were different from others' so easy to distinguish.

The young master of a rich family, what are you doing in this civilian area with condescension? See how miserable he is?

By the way, what did he just say?Sell ​​the house to pay off the debt?

His mother said that the house of Yan's family would not be able to afford it for several lifetimes without food or drink. How much money does this young master's family owe the creditor? !

He struggled to learn four digits in mathematical calculations. He really couldn't understand such astronomical numbers, so he was too lazy to think about them!

If it were someone else, Yi Chengfeng would not have endured such a big grievance silently, he would have jumped up and tore off the curtains and scolded the other party a long time ago.

If it weren't for the fact that he is paralyzed now, unable to move around, and... disheveled, it is very possible to rush out and beat him up!

But he claims to be a hero of righteousness, Xiao Feng, Linghu Chong, how could he deal with a defenseless weakling and little brat, even thinking about it makes him feel ashamed.

But is he just lying here and pretending to be dead?This doesn't seem to be his style.

If he didn't make a sound, wouldn't that little idiot outside stand there all the time?Like a debt collector kid!

Yi Chengfeng couldn't hold back, and whispered between his teeth, "Get lost!"

The boy in white heard it clearly this time, it was no longer a vague breathing, but a clear response.He seemed relieved, and tightened his lower lip regretfully.

The boy took a few steps forward, stood on tiptoes, stretched his arms and struggled through the bamboo fence and carob vines, and brought a square tin box the size of a palm to the window, carefully placed it on the window sill, almost No sound was made.

Thin bamboo slices and dead vines rubbed red marks on his white hands and forearms, and even his sleeves were wet from the rain on the leaves.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief after completing the task, stepped back a few steps and stood up straight. The rustling pagoda trees had already fallen on his head and shoulders, which made the boy's face more beautiful and clear, and even his eyes shone with brilliance.

Goodbye, Yan Yu said in his heart, then turned around and walked slowly along the way he came.

The author has something to say:

Yi Dafeng: Director, is my appearance a little bit straight?Is your crew so poor that you don't even provide props and costumes for the leading actor?I don't want my life and shame, just give a broken blanket and fall down?

Yan Xiaoyu: It’s okay, little brother, I’m rich, so I’ll buy it for you, a small suit, a flowery skirt, whatever you choose!

Yi Dafeng: Whose child, can your adults watch it more closely?It looks so good and dares to run around! (looks around, beckons) Come here, brother will give you sweets——

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It's just a wedge, it's grown up in the main text, it won't be so thin anymore, just wait and see.

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