Scale

Quan Lan entered the door, changed his shoes at the door, stretched out his hand to touch the wall twice, and with a firm finger, the bright light instantly filled the entire hall.The sudden light stung him, he frowned uncomfortably, went straight to the bedroom, didn't even turn off the light in the hall, turned on the bedroom light and closed the door, put his schoolbag on the desk, and sat down bed.

He sat there in a daze, his eyes turned a little confused.

What to do?

He stopped moving, and the whole house fell silent.

There was silence for a while.

He clicked his tongue abruptly, grabbed the coat in the closet, put it on and went out.

Pushing open the door, the warmth on my body was blown by the cold wind that poured in, leaving nothing but frost on my body.

The coat was sent by his mother from the United States last week. It was bought too big, and it was placed on the 13-year-old boy, making him look thinner and thinner.

There was actually a bit of saltiness in the cold wind.He looked up and saw a dark coastline meandering away, only sporadic lights were lit.

He took a small path down to the beach from a high place with ease, and walked to the edge of the shallow waves on the sandy ground. He was just about to play with the water and stones to his death, but he stopped before he started. .

His gaze went along this coastline, and fell on a dark place that was not illuminated by the street lights near his home.

When he just moved here, his mother told him not to go where the lights couldn't reach, even though it was a sea view villa area guarded by bodyguards.When he first came here, he also felt that the darkness was scary and never passed.

After all, the young man is very courageous. Once he made up his mind, he took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, and walked straight away.

This is actually a place he didn't set foot in during the day, now that he came here, slowly away from the lights of home, the fear seemed to be long overdue.

The surroundings were silent and dark, only the flashlight could see the sand and mud wrapped in small shells and small conchs and the same black concave-convex reefs, and it seemed that even the air was grotesque.

His footsteps became slower and slower, and when he stepped out, he felt that the touch felt a little strange, so he swept down the light of the phone.

What caught my eye instantly was a strange face mixed with mud and blood. The face was bruised, purple, and bloated, which looked particularly terrifying.The thing closed its eyes and looked up to the sky, and the body illuminated by the light was also densely packed with scars.At this time, Quan Lan's right foot was stepping on his shoulder, and it seemed that he had stepped on his wound to open the wound. Quan Lan saw the bright red liquid oozing around his feet.

His scalp exploded immediately and became numb for the most part. He screamed in horror and ran back desperately. He ran to the house and staggered and fell on the floor. He was gasping for breath for a long time before taking off his shoes tremblingly. Tossed in the trash.

He didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't call the police or tell his mother, just stared blankly, fell asleep in a daze, and was woken up by the cold the next morning.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, my confused head woke up instantly.

A shipwrecked person?Or homicide?Suicide by jumping into the sea?still alive?Good guy or bad guy?

Back to yesterday's question, do you want to... call the police?

It's hard to tell what the 13-year-old child was thinking about in such a situation where he obviously wanted to call the police. He was obviously terrified, but after he froze on the ground for a while, he still decided to go and have a look.

The warm light of dawn sprinkled from the sky and spread across the ocean, slightly dispelling the harsh chill of the seaside.

He walked slowly to the place where he saw the strange man before, and stopped after a distance.

He's still there.His posture did not change, and he collapsed on the sand as if dead.

Quan Lan hid behind the rocks and secretly looked at him.

The strange man was covered in bruises, and the daytime light completely exposed the criss-crossing scars on his body to Quan Lan's eyes, including his face, and there was hardly a piece of good skin on his body.And looking at the skeleton, it was only a seven or eight-year-old child at most.Quan Wan was taken aback.

The other party's age made him let down a little vigilance, he hesitated for a while, and walked over.

He bent down and held out his hand.

From the fingertips, the opponent's kitten-like, weak and soft breath came.

Without those bruises, the face looked up close, it was a small, ordinary, thin face.

It's obvious, it's just a child.

In a daze, most of the fear in his stomach dissipated, and when he recovered, he had already taken off his coat and wrapped him up, embraced him with both hands, and walked home.

The weight in my arms is very light, as if the wind blows slightly, it will be scattered.

He carried him home in a strange way, but he had no choice but to face his bruised body, so he called the private doctor at home.

Uncle Gong listened to the general situation on the phone, hurried over, and was startled by the man covered in scars. "How did you get hurt like this?" An adult's thinking is much more mature than that of a child. He frowned while checking and cleaning the wound, "If you see him, you should call the police. If you pick him up like this, what will his parents do?"

"Parents may not be found," he said.

Uncle Gong stopped abruptly.Under his washing, a certain inch of skin under his hands was exposed to the air, revealing a black and hard scale.

He was shocked: "What is this?!"

"It's almost all on the back." Quan Lan was also a little scared at first, but now he is not so conflicted, "Uncle Gong, can you not call the police. He will be taken away by the police."

Uncle Gong has lived most of his life, and this is the first time he encounters something that may not be human: "What should I do then? Is this a human?"

"I don't know. But the police know and will definitely take him away."

Uncle Gong vaguely caught his thoughts, and he couldn't calm down anymore: "You want to raise him?!"

He looked up at him slightly, his eyes were frighteningly bright: "Can't you. My place is empty anyway."

Quan Wan actually didn't feel anything, but Uncle Gong's love for this boy flooded in an instant.

Quan Wan’s parents often quarreled when he was a child, and then almost no two of them were at home at the same time. When he was eight or nine years old, his father slammed the door after another quarrel with his mother. As soon as he went out, he loaded a large truck head-on and passed out on the spot. In a pool of blood, he never opened his eyes again.During that time their family has been in a state of chaos, and then slowly recovered.A year later, his mother remarried, married an American, and wanted to take Quan Wan over, but he never wanted to say anything, so he had to buy a house and place him here alone.

Even without saying anything, I felt in my heart that such a big family would be lifeless.

He sighed, and his attitude softened: "Let's wait and see when he wakes up, and send him back if he has parents. If... If it's really something strange, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, you can keep it if you want."

Uncle Gong treated the wound and asked him to call if necessary, saying that he would come over to change the dressing on time, and then left.

Quan Wan carried him to the guest room, covered him with a quilt, went to the refrigerator to get a simple breakfast, and took a book to read after eating.At noon, he went out to make lunch, when he was eating, he suddenly heard movement in the guest room.He dropped his chopsticks and ran in quickly.

The child accidentally swept the water in the bedside table by the spring. At this time, he was stepping on the water with one foot, and the other foot was still on the bed. It seemed that he was about to get down.Seeing Quan Wan at first glance, he quickly shrank back and huddled into a ball in a corner, with a terrified expression on his face.

What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid yet.Quan Wan wanted to think so, but she seemed to be less afraid: "Where did you come from?"

He hurriedly issued a series of strange notes, stuck for a while, and spit out a Chinese with a slightly strange accent: "...land?"

Quan Wan was stunned for a moment: "Could it be possible that you came from the sea? Of course it's on the ground."

The child burst into tears.

"Hey, why are you crying--" The wailing came out of nowhere, Quan Wan had never taken care of a child before, so he was in a hurry, as long as he got closer to the child, he would cry more fiercely, and all he said in response were crying.He coaxed him patiently, and after 10 minutes the crying didn't stop, he finally turned around and left with a sigh of relief: "You cry, you cry."

As soon as the door was closed, the crying inside seemed to grow louder.

The person on the bed cried for a long time, probably tired from crying, sobbed and rested for a while, then suddenly the door opened again, Quan Wan took a bright fluorescent ball and threw it to him from a distance, The tone is still not good: "Take it."

The ball hit the bed and changed another color.The child even sobbed lightly, grabbed it curiously, hit it again, changed another color, hit it again, changed again...

No matter how dull he was, he could feel the kindness of the person in front of him, so he stopped crying.

Seeing this, Quan Wan said a word of thanks in his heart: "I'll bring you food." He brought in both of their lunches, and the child stayed there for a while before taking the bowl in his hand.Just stared blankly, did not eat.

"You're not hungry, how long have you been in a coma?"

"...What?" The child raised the porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Curry beef rice bowl, meat on top and vegetables on the bottom."

He seemed to be having a hard time speaking: "How... use?"

"How to use it, eat it." Quan Yan was eating his own, when he raised his eyes to see him bury his face in it, "Didn't I give you chopsticks? Use chopsticks—"

The two of them stuttered and communicated all afternoon, Quan Wan told him where it was, how he found him, and told him the whole reason, but he only seemed to understand how he was picked up, and talked to Quan Wan Many nouns in the book show confused expressions.He told Quan Lan that he lived in the sea. Their ancestors hid by the sea in order to avoid the war in ancient times. Later, the sea was also affected by the war, and the whole family moved into the sea, slowly evolved scales, and lived until now.

Ziyun's ancestors avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, and led his wife Yiren to this desperate situation.These words flashed through Quan Wan's mind.

The population gradually increased in the sea, and different tribes were separated and lived in different circles.

"The circle is... the lock of the sea." The ancestors took the permission to live in the sea from the sea god, but they were also restricted by it.Unless they turn into scales after becoming adults, people on the bottom of the sea cannot freely enter and exit the circle.People who left the circle went to land to learn language and institutional technology, and brought them back to the circle. Therefore, they have never lost contact with the land for so many years.

Fear and grievance appeared on his face again: "I don't know...why, the circle...is broken."

From his description, Quan Wan speculated that it was probably something like an undersea earthquake. The family was gone, they were no longer imprisoned by the circle, and the clansmen fled in all directions. .

"...Then what do you do now? Where are your parents?"

"No... I... one..."

Quan Wan was startled.

"Then do you want... to live with me?"

When he asked such a question that day, the child did not answer.But he did stay.Quan Wan asked him what his name was, and he gave him a weird pronunciation, so Quan Wan had to pick one for him from a verse in the book he had just flipped through.

Quan Wan started the heavy teaching work. He had to attend classes during the day and teach Wanshu how to speak at night, squeeze toothpaste, use the microwave oven, turn on the TV, use the nozzle, use the mobile phone, and order takeaway...

Quan Lan has a bad temper, and when he was teaching how to use the mobile phone, he almost exploded. He used several words in a row, "I'm pressing here for the third time, why are you so stupid?" "How did you survive after all these years?" "Not yet?" Finally, Wan Shu cried out as expected.Quan Lan's temples twitched, and his tone softened: "I'm trying to be patient, this is really important, you can only use this to contact me when I'm outside..."

Wan Shu was unmoved.

You still cry!Quan Wan was angry at the gallbladder, and went back to the room with his feet up.

Five seconds later, the door opened again, and Quan Lan walked out, hugging him.

"...Don't cry." His voice was low, and it sounded above his head, "Take your time, I won't kill you anymore."

Wan Shu was stunned, and really stopped crying.

After that, Quan Wan really became more patient. Even though she still wanted to jump sometimes, she didn't really beat him too much.

Gradually, Wan Shu became more and more fluent in speaking, and he would not cry at every turn.

Uncle Gong called almost every day to ask about the situation. He couldn't get away from business trips. Later, he came several times to change Wanshu's dressing. He was also surprised to hear Quan Wan's story about him, but seeing that the two got along very well, Dequan was happy. Lan has a playmate, so he doesn't say anything.

When the injury was almost healed, he knocked on Wan Shu's bedroom door: "Wan Shu, come out and buy clothes for you." Wan Shu is still wearing his old clothes, although they are enough for him, but Quan Wan wants to take him to buy them. He likes it.

Wan Shu seldom goes out. He only uses TV to understand the outside world. For him, the outside is still "outside", a place completely different from the seabed where he has lived for several years.

Quan Wan didn't want him to stay at home boring every day, and dragged him out of the door desperately.

The little thing is wearing a big padded jacket, a high-necked sweater inside, a fur ball cap, and the pale gray gloves that Quan Wan likes, leaving only a palm-sized face exposed on the whole body.

The bottom of the sea was much colder than this, and he didn't know why Quan Lan asked him to wear so many clothes before going out.

Quan Wan herself is not very afraid of the cold, but she is wearing a thick black woolen coat.He led people into the store, and said to Wan Shu, "Pick something you like."

Wan Shu was dazzled by a bunch of bright colors, and said, "No need..."

Quan Wan probably thought he was trying to be tough on her, so she raised her eyebrows: "Why not? Look at how cold you are."

Wan Shu: "..."

Really no need.He whispered in his heart.

But Quan Wan seemed to be in a good mood, he didn't want to spoil his interest, so he picked a few pieces at random.

Quan Lan was very particular about clothes since he was a child, and couldn't stand his weird taste, so he picked out several sets by himself, and he was a little dazed when he left the shop.

"I agreed to let you choose the one you like..." He stroked Wan Shu's little head, "Forget it, seeing what you wear might as well make me blind."

"Let's go." He continued, "Take you to eat a small cake." He put the bag in his hand behind his shoulder, and held Wan Shu with the other hand.

Cars humming and people's voices buzzing in the downtown area, but Wan Shu felt that the world around him seemed to go away for a moment, and he stared at the people in front of him in bewilderment.He has always been a lonely fish in the deep sea, and no one has ever held his hand like this.

Just go forward, don't look at where he came from, don't ask where he is going.

Quan Wan turned her head and clicked her tongue: "I forgot that the store is not open today."

Wan Shu felt in a daze that something had shattered indistinctly when he turned around.

Quan Wan didn't notice, turned around neatly, and dragged Wan Shu to the subway station: "Forget it, let's go home."

Wan Shu watched him hold his hand and felt that a small cornflower bloomed there.

Quan Wan returned home, lingered in the bathroom for an hour before coming out refreshed, threw herself onto the bed and pushed Wan Shu who was sitting on it: "Go take a bath, hurry up."

Wan Shu hummed, put his phone on the bed, jumped out of bed, took his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Quan Wan took the phone he dropped and took a look. On the interface, it was Lianliankan that Wan Shu had learned to play a few days ago: "...a game for the mentally handicapped."

Ten minutes later, Wan Shu came out of the bathroom and saw Quan Lan lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone vigorously.

He leaned over to take a look, and the interface was impressively Lianliankan that he learned to play a few days ago.

Quan Lan seemed to be very proficient in this kind of thing, and quickly connected all the few squares on the screen.

He put his phone aside and sat up: "What's for dinner?"

"Ka, Kali..." Wan Shu replied immediately.

"Curry." Quan Wan corrected his pronunciation, "Curry again? I ate it once at noon, do you still want it?"

Wan Shu nodded firmly.

Quan Lan took a shower and didn't want to go into the kitchen again, so he called and ordered takeaway.

After the phone call, he pinched the shark hat of Wan Shu's little shark pajamas, and he couldn't help rubbing the fluffy hat a few more times.

"My mother and...uncle will come over in a few days, I told them about you." Quan Wan said casually while squeezing.

"Don't be afraid, they are quite open-minded and won't make things difficult for you." After thinking about it, he added.

Wan Shu had asked Quan Wan why he lived alone before, and he saw him talking on the phone with his mother several times before he realized that he also had a family.Quan Wan didn't feel any scruples, and gave an overview of the family situation without any shyness.

"What's the matter?" Wan Shu didn't know what it meant to pick up a child at home behind his parents' back, so he asked a little ignorantly, "Why are you afraid?"

Quan Wan smiled amusedly: "It's nothing, just don't be afraid."

But Quan Wan didn't expect that the couple came here and brought their "brother" who was in America.

Wan Shu didn't know what this meant, but felt that when the two of them walked out of the room when they heard the sound of the door opening and saw the three people at the entrance, Quan Yun's face froze.But that was only for a moment, and in the next second, he looked like a fully armed soldier again, and his expression was normal.

Quan Wan's mother is a beauty, she has the same flirtatious peach blossom eyes as Quan Wan, she has two children and she still has a graceful figure, she walked in with a tall and strong blond American, and the three-year-old blond boy was taken by him Father followed behind, holding hands.

"This is the child you were talking about?" The woman came over with a smile, and she embraced Wan Shu, who was pressed into an embrace full of fragrance with a dazed expression, "It's called Wan Shu? I heard Quan Wan say , you gave him a hand when he was about to be hit by a car?"

This family is very sensitive to car accidents. Quan Lan's mother had some objections to him picking up orphans on the side of the road. After hearing what Quan Lan said, she couldn't say a word of objection.

Having already given a confession beforehand, Wan Shu followed what Quan Wan said, "Mmm", and added "Hello, Auntie".

"I don't know how to thank you. If you want to live, you can live. I'm also happy to have someone to accompany Quan Wan."

Wan Shu raised his head from her embrace, and saw that the expression on Quan Wan's face remained unchanged.

The woman immediately let go of him, took the Yankee and the little boy to the living room and sat down, leaving the luggage temporarily in the hallway.Quan Wan didn't speak English, so he simply greeted them, took some things out to entertain them, and sat down in the living room. Wan Shu sat next to him, and next to him was the little boy.

"We plan to stay for six days, and come back to spend the New Year with you." The woman said, "It's going to be summer vacation, where are you going to go?"

"Not yet, let's talk about it when the time comes, anyway, it's just the two of us, it's very convenient to go." Quan Wan said.

The mother and son chatted casually for a while, and Quan Lan's mother turned her head to talk to the Yankee from time to time.Wan Shu sat with the little boy at first, and later held him on his lap.

It was evening when they came, and the sun had completely set by now.

"Should I order takeaway for dinner, or should I cook it?" He glanced at the clock and asked.

She said a few words to the Yankee, pointed him in the direction, and the Yankee went straight to the kitchen.

"Felice said he would do it, he used to be a Chinese chef."

"Quan Wan, he looks different." Wan Shu squeezed the lotus-like arms and legs of the little boy in his hands.

"American, you also look different." Wan Shu's facial features are indeed a bit like a foreigner, and he is originally from a "foreign country".

The topic naturally turned to Wan Shu.

"How long has he lived here?"

"...More than a month."

The time was so blurry that it had been more than a month.

Wan Shu hugged the silly little boy and did not let go.

The scent soon wafted out of the kitchen, and Quan Lan was a little surprised to see him serve out six dishes and one soup.The Yankee behaved very kindly from the beginning to the end. He just came out of the kitchen with a little sweat on the tip of his nose, which made his big nose shiny and his blond hair was disheveled like straw.

This is not my mother's dish.he thinks.

His mother boasted that she was born in a wealthy family and had a higher education than ordinary people, and she looked down on all rough things.Every day, she dresses up beautifully and modestly. After finishing her work at the company, she goes to tea parties with ladies, and occasionally discusses current affairs with her classmates who were PhD students. Several expensive parts, big or small.

Extremely disgusted with roadside stalls and vegetable markets.

That's why he later fell in love with his father, a social elite who seemed to be well-mannered.

The two tastes are surprisingly consistent, and the soul fit is zero.

How could this kind of woman marry such a rough man?

The meal was actually quite peaceful.After eating, Quan Lan immediately went to take a shower, and when she walked out of the room, she paused subtly.

The blond-haired strong man is in front of the sink, his back looks honest and honest, the muffled sound of water mixed with the male voice of the TV series "Girl Stays", his mother is sitting comfortably on the sofa with a relaxed expression, Wan Shu is still hugging his little one. My child, the two little kids are already playing, and the little boy is babbling.It is the lazy look of any ordinary family after eating.

For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved.

He has always complained that his mother didn't take himself seriously, that the clothes were almost never bought in the right size, that the parents would ask the driver to drive them if they didn't want to go, that [-]% of the toys he gave him were given by others, and that he was too lazy to cook for the children. It's called delivery.

But even if the size is correct, the clothes are actually sent from the United States every year. The gifts she gave out of pure love in her life are pitifully few, and nine and a half out of ten are for him. She understands the word caring Quite lacking, he would make regular phone calls a few times a month, and after getting married, Quan Lan would not be reluctant to stay or stay. If he wanted to stay, he would really stay.

The mother's gene strikes back amazingly when the relationship between mother and child is dying. This woman is cold and cold by nature, but she gives you all the love except coldness.

What's wrong with her?The marriage was not happy, and her husband died unexpectedly. She was just looking for another possible marriage and wanted to have a place to live. She even respected her son's unreasonable opinion and agreed that he should stay in China alone without hiring a nanny or letting any adults come. Disciplining him, only let Uncle Gong, whom he has known since childhood, help her look at him from time to time.Could it be that she will never marry, never have a son, and never have a husband?

Isn't it great now?She finally found someone who seemed to be able to take care of her for the rest of her life. There was a chubby boy who also had Wan Shu. The picture in front of her was really the most comfortable post she had seen in the past few years. .

What is he still struggling with?Time travels back and forth, and it is no longer difficult for everyone to be in their place, bright and comfortable.

So be it.

He walked into the living room, picked up the silly little boy and put him on the ground, he held it with his left hand, and pulled Wan Shu up from the sofa with his right hand: "We're going to play with the big players, you two Let's live in a world of two."

His series of movements were so smooth that his mother only had time to show a surprised look before the door closed.

The one on the right is the younger brother, and the one on the left is the same.

Soon Quan Wan reaped the consequences of his own misfortune. Two little kids got together to play big players and could make a scene. His violent temper almost came out to make trouble again, and finally he was reluctantly suppressed by the identity of "brother".

The three stayed here for six days, and the plane flew away on the afternoon of the seventh.Before they left, they did a great thing—they helped Wan Shu get a household registration, and they were on the same household registration book as Quan Wan.

"...you can come here often in the future." When they were about to board the plane, Quan Lan said awkwardly.

The plane drew a clear white mark in the sky and headed to the far side of the ocean.

Wan Shu was amazed at the huge monster: "You can still fly!"

"Fool, it's not flying by yourself." Quan said carelessly, he wanted to tell Wan Shu to stop watching and go home and take a shower, but suddenly remembered something, opened his mouth halfway and then closed it again.

He thought of the household registration book he was holding yesterday, and gently stroked Wanshu's name with his fingertips, and he was suddenly moved.

I will be my brother from now on.

The most important thing for my younger brother to have a household registration is that he can go to school.Wan Shu looked to be just at the age of elementary school.

"Have you ever been to school?" Quan Wan was eating toast at the time, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I've served it." Wan Shu grabbed the salad dressing and squeezed it on the toast in circles, without even looking at him, "It's not...not..."

He stopped in distress, the salad dressing stopped in mid-air for a while, and suddenly realized that he pointed upwards—"It didn't fall from the sky."

He smeared the salad dressing for a while, and waited for a while before Quan could hurt him, so he temporarily let go of the poor toast and looked up.

Quan Wan had a thoughtful expression: "Then I can send you there."

Wan Shu: "?"

A few days later, Wan Shu was sent to a certain elementary school with a dazed expression on his face. He looked at his tender little face under the podium, and nervously grasped the shoulder strap of his small schoolbag.

He looked outside the classroom window again at Quan Lan who specially asked for leave to accompany him. Quan Lan was looking at him with one hand dragging his chin on the window sill.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid--

He blinked vigorously, and said in a stuttering voice, "I...my name is... Wan Shu..."

This is the first time a butterfly flaps its wings, and since then his life in human society has officially begun.

In the first year of fighting in the city with a silly younger brother, the half-child was safe and sound; in the second year, safe and sound; in the third year, safe and sound... Wan Shu fell seriously ill.

Quan Yun has to take full responsibility for this matter.

One night he went out to fool around with his friends, turned off his mobile phone and didn't come back all night. When he came home the next morning, he saw Wan Shu sleeping on the sofa with his forehead scalded to death.

You don't need to think about it, you must be unable to contact him, and you are waiting on the sofa to fall asleep.

The impact on Quan Lan at that moment was huge.

What did he do?He actually went to fight.Before Wan Shu appeared, he had no elders to discipline him, and made friends with a group of rich second-generation kids who acted recklessly. These two-year-old teenagers were bold, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with fighting, and they were even complacent.

Now, it was as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water, and his whole body was frightened awake.

Someone at home is waiting for you, does it mean you have more responsibilities on your shoulders?

He hastily called Uncle Gong, and fell asleep next to him.

It was Wan Shu who woke up first.

He opened his eyes in confusion, turned his head slightly, and saw Quan's careless hair twirling.

...Well, why are you here.

He touched Quan Lan's hair.

...Where did you go, you look so tired.he thought dazedly.So sleepy...he'll be fine if he sleeps again...so he fell asleep again.

Wanshu fell sick like a mountain and burned for three days.

After this illness, Quan Wan never went out to fool around again.His cronies and friends seem to have gradually lost interest in fighting and doing whatever they want, probably slowly waking up from their pampered and extravagant dreams as they grow older.

In the sixth year that the two brothers lived together, Quan Wan became a high school third party from five to nine, while Wan Shu became a tender junior high school student.

But going from five to nine seems to be just a matter of other high school parties.Wan Shu thought when he came out of the bathroom in the morning.

Quan Lan was leaning on the sofa with a piece of cranberry biscuit in his mouth, watching the morning drama - he had become more and more tired in recent years, often slumped on the soft cushion like a boneless one.

Seeing Wan Shu, he lazily raised his eyes and looked at him.

Wan Shu knew that this was a greeting, so he ran to Quan Wan's bedroom, brought out a quilt, put it on Quan Lan's body, and carefully spread it out and covered it.

Quan Wan consciously gathered the quilt tightly.

Wan Shu took away the cranberry biscuits on the table, went to the kitchen to exchange for a bag of whole wheat toast, made two more cups of oatmeal, and sat under the quilt with Quan Lan on the sofa to have breakfast.

"Are you going out today?" Wan Shu asked.

"Why do you go out in winter?" Quan Lan snuggled up comfortably under the quilt.

"It's not that there is a class reunion. I heard you talking on the phone yesterday."

"They get together every three days, if they don't go, it's freezing to death."

He leaned his head lightly on the cushion, and the mist rose from the oatmeal, making the black hair on his cheeks fuzzy and lazy.

They chatted one after another.

Wan Shu sometimes feels that the life here is a bit unreal.He has spent so many years on land very comfortably, with teachers and classmates, the vegetable market at home and school... there are traces of his life everywhere.

And Quan Wan.

Quan Wan was very kind to him. When he first came here, he couldn't get used to not going out, so Quan Wan didn't go out. He stayed at home with him, and cooking was more of what he liked.When he was in the third grade, he was bullied by the little fat guy in his class. Quan Lan grabbed him and ran to the school to argue with the other parent for half an hour. In the end, the little fat guy had to bow his head and apologize to him, probably because he was scared by Quan Lan's fierce face. , Fatty didn't dare to speak loudly when he saw him again.Quan Wan also bought him a lot of clothes and toys every year, took him out to play, and ate delicious food...

How can there be such a good person?

After both of them finished their cereal, Wan Shu cleared the table and went to the kitchen with two glasses.

"Bangdang-"

Quan Lan jumped down from the sofa in a jerk, and ran to the kitchen to have a look: "What's wrong?"

Wan Shu was in a daze, and there was a pile of broken glass under his feet.

"The glass is broken?" Quan Lan immediately relaxed, "Just sweep it up, the floor is so cold..." He jumped back the same way barefoot.

Over there, Wan Shu was still in a daze.

Large or small glass prisms lie quietly on the ground, shining dimly in the dim light outside the window.

During lunch, Quan Wan said that he will go in after another seven or eight days. He still doesn't plan to live in this semester, and they can still meet every day.

In the afternoon, Quan Wan thought it was cold outside, so he ran to Wan Shu's room, holding the "Human Ci Hua" that he had read many times, and read it again.

"It's this again?" Wan Shu was beside him, looking over his head.

"It's beautiful. You can't understand it, so don't join in the fun and play with your Mario." Quan Wan turned the page again.

Wan Shu didn't want to play Mario, so he ran out.

After a while, he came back again, and walked in with a plate of sliced ​​apples: "Quan Lan, I'm eating apples..."

The lingering sound of the word "le" has not disappeared, and there is another "dangcang".

Quan Lan raised his head—the plate of apples lay on the ground in a miserable state of death, and the juice splashed all over the floor.

Wan Shu shook his hand in confusion.

"Is it too cold to hold something?" Quan Wan got off the bed, "Go to the bed, I'll get the broom."

When Quan Lan walked past him, he directly pulled him onto the bed, and the quilt covered his head and face, and when he struggled to get his face out, he only saw a corner of Quan Lan's pajamas by the door.

How can it be cold?He was on the ground, never cold.

Quan Wan cleaned up and retreated back to the bed.

The next day, the battery of the remote control at home was dead, and Quan Lan couldn't find a new one after searching for a long time, so he sent Wan Shu out to buy it.

Wan Shu never refused, and walked towards the gate after taking the money.

Quan Wan watched him say goodbye to him as usual, turned his head and stepped on the entrance, his whole body swayed in Quan Wan's sight, knocked down the shoe cabinet by the gate, and fell on the ground. on the ground.

"Wan Shu!" Quan Wan's voice was out of tune, rushing to his side to help him up.

Wan Shu raised his head in the panic of Quan Wan, a bright red streak snaked down from his forehead, his face was full of confusion.

He saw that the corners of Quan Yun's eyes were red.

Quan Wan hugged him: "...don't go out, I'll call Uncle Gong, don't do anything these days."

Uncle Gong rushed over in a hurry, and while bandaging Wan Shu, he said: "...I thought it was a serious injury. It was nothing but a knock. Without him..." At the beginning, it would be a serious injury, but the second half of the sentence is not good in spring. Swallowed in the face.

"What's wrong with you, are you in a bad mood?" Quan Wan turned to Wan Shu who was lying on the bed, "Lie down these few days, don't come down if you have nothing to do."

Quan Wan sent Uncle Gong away and returned to Wan Shu's room.Only then did Wan Shu speak: "I suddenly lost strength, I don't know what's wrong..."

Quan Wan went to bed, lay down with him, squeezed his hands under the quilt: "It's okay, I'm too tired, take a nap first."

"Hmm..." Wan Shu responded sullenly.

Even Wan Shu thought he was too tired.

But when he broke the third bowl, no one said it was because of lack of energy.

Uncle Gong took Wan Shu to his private hospital and gave him a full body check, but nothing was found.

"It's not that I have no strength all the time, but suddenly I have no strength?"

"Well, just suddenly, and then it's fine again."

Uncle Gong looked very serious: "I'm not good at this. I have a friend who is good at this. In Beijing, I asked him to come over."

Quan Wan looked a little irritable, but didn't say anything, and took Wan Shu home.

When he got home, Wan Shu was forced to stay on the bed as usual.

He saw that Quan Lan was not in good spirits, but he still talked to him in a soft voice: "Uncle Gong and his friends are very good, and my mother's friends in the United States, there is nothing they can't handle."

"I seem to know what's going on." He has been silent today, and wanted to speak several times