How much will you sell it to me?

1.

It is inevitable that I like An Yang.

Because of what?

He's good-looking, "good-tempered," and most importantly, rich.

2.

An Yang and I grew up together.

My mother died early, that old bastard Qiao Qingguo didn't care about me except for making money and drinking.

My house is just across from Anyang.

The one-story house, leaking when it rains, and the stove in winter is a dilapidated place with a dirty face.

My house is just across the road from An Yang's house, but it's a world of difference - across from my house are all big houses and villas, which are very gorgeous.Although I don't really understand why the bungalow faces the villa, but I am very grateful for this thoughtless design, which made me know An Yang.

I was eight years old that year, and An Yang and his parents had just moved in for less than a month, and the little idiots in our area liked to play with him.

He was good-looking and well-educated, and four or five children surrounded him.

I just sat at the door of my house with a bench, looking across the street while picking beans—these little fools are really interesting.

An Yang is two years older than me, and everyone says there is a generation gap between the three-year-olds. I think the generation gap between those kids and An Yang is quite deep.

An Yang was obviously very impatient with those little fools, but he still had to put on a polite look.

To be honest, kinda disgusting.

3.

The first time I talked to An Yang, it was he who approached me.

He came across the road and asked me, "What are you doing?"

I glanced at the big house behind him, then lowered my head again, "Peel the stick."

"Corn," he corrected.

Pay attention to poverty.

Of course I knew he was looking for a topic, and I didn't bother to expose him, so I said "um".

"what is your name?"

"Josh."

"Which tin?"

I really hated An Yang back then.

I saw those little idiots who used to laugh at me for being motherless followed him, saw him come out of that big house, walked across the road, walked to me, and heard him ask my name.

Every move he made was unintentional, yet every move stung me.

I was only eight years old at that time, An Yang didn't do anything, just asked me a few words, which almost made me cry.

My tone was not very good: "I don't know!"

An Yang also felt baffled, he saw me standing up with my head down, and went back to the room without saying a word, not sure what offended me.

Anyang is innocent.

——What I dare not admit is that the first day An Yang moved across from my house in a white sweater, I wanted to make friends with him.

4.

I can't read.

Before I met An Yang, no one ever asked me how to write my name and which word it was.

Qiao Qingguo felt that boys could start a career without studying.In fact, to put it bluntly, it is because of poverty.

Fortunately, I don't like to go to a school full of fools, and I can feel at ease without going to school.After my mother died, Qiao Qingguo only took his little money, and gave me some living expenses on weekdays, letting me pick a bean and peel a potato at home to eat the whole meal by myself.

Let's go back to An Yang.

Two weeks have passed since that day, and he hasn't called me.Maybe he was frightened by me, but he always liked to look at me. I was lying on the rocking chair in front of my house, and I was right in front of him with a glance.At first he looked away in a panic, but then he stopped. I caught a glimpse of him looking at me. Instead of hiding, he kept staring at me for a long time. On the contrary, I felt uncomfortable being stared at, so I moved away first. Eye.

The last time we looked at each other, I competed with him. We just stared at each other. I don’t know how long it took. He first laughed, showing his white teeth, and called me across the road: "Josh."

Neuropathy!

5.

Looking back now, it was indeed silly, but I didn't think so at the time, and I still yelled at him across the road.

I said, "What's your name?!"

He replied: "An Yang!"

Really, really stupid.

"Ann is safe Ann, Yang is rippling Yang!"

Who would use the word rippling when introducing himself?Anyang will.

I thought at the time, safe and sound, I know, but which one is the rippling rippling?

That night I sat on the bed and waited for Qiao Qingguo for a long time, but I was so sleepy that I fell asleep.

When it was almost midnight, Qiao Qingguo opened the door and came in and saw me with a "yo ha", which woke me up.

"What are you doing here?"

I didn't answer him, and asked directly: "Which word is rippling?"

Qiao Qingguo was stunned, "Huh?"

"Dad, I want to go to school."

Qiao Qingguo was stunned, sat back on the bed after a few seconds, stretched out his hand and pinched my cheek: "Why do you want to go to school, didn't you say you couldn't go before?"

I'm awkward.There was indeed such a thing, when I was just old enough to go to school, Qiao Qingguo jokingly asked me if I wanted to go to school with those little idiots—of course he didn’t mean “little idiots”, but I was happy to call them that.I said I didn't want to, and my tone was a bit aggressive. Qiao Qingguo patted my head and said, "Yes, I won't go. What can I do if I go to school? A man depends on his strength, and he can still become a talent without going to school."

I was young and thought it was true, or maybe he didn't want me to go to school.I never thought that he was worried about me, afraid that someone at school would laugh at me for having no mother.He probably wanted to wait until I was older before sending me to school. Anyway, I look small, and it won't be a problem for a few years at night.But I neither knew nor understood at the time. I secretly called him an old bastard, because he only knew how to make money and never cared about me. I envied that my peers were always accompanied by their parents, while I could only stir-fry half-baked dishes on the bench. Eat with yourself.At that time, I really felt that it was the same with or without this father, but I forgot that he had his responsibility as a father-to support me and this family.

6.

I go to school.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiao Qingguo agreed directly and asked someone to put me in a very good school in the city.

But I still don't know how to write "rippling waves".The characters I learned in the first grade were very simple. I couldn’t look them up in a dictionary, and I didn’t bother to deal with people around me—maybe I was used to being alone.

I stayed because my home is too far from the school.On Saturday morning, I was picked up by my dad. As soon as my dad left, An Yang walked across the road angrily, as if he was going to hit me, which scared me enough.I didn't seem to mess with him, but when he came over, he pursed his lips when he saw me and asked, "Where have you been these few days?"

ah?Why am I still wronged, I am a little confused.

"Where have you been?!" He raised another syllable.

I was frightened and stuttered: "Go, go to school...stay..."

He suddenly lost his breath and said to me: "Then why didn't you tell me?"

... Do I know you well?

If I remember correctly, we only said those five or six sentences, right?

An Yang didn't care, and continued to say, "Where do you go to school?"

I honestly reported the name of the school, and he widened his eyes, and then said with a smile: "Then we are not in the same school?"

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but An Yang and I are in the same school.He is in Class [-], Grade [-] on the third floor, and I am in Class [-], Grade [-] on the second floor.

7.

Later, An Yang also stayed.He came to wait for me at the door of our class every day, took my hand and went back to the dormitory with me.He also led me to the cafeteria. People in the cafeteria were afraid that I would be squeezed, so he hugged me—in fact, he was not very tall at the time, but he insisted on protecting me. I was covered by him in summer I feel uncomfortable in my arms, and he is still angry if I tell him not to touch me.

Thinking about this matter now, I think An Yang is a pervert.

My roommates all thought he was my brother, and they were very envious of me. They all said, Qiao Xi, your brother is so kind to you, and my brother knew how to grab my food and beat me up.

...Is this my brother?

An Yang's family is rich, and a driver came to pick him up on Friday night.

Qiao Qingguo worked late and didn't have time at all, and he didn't worry about me going home alone, so he usually picked me up early on Saturday morning.

The first week that An Yang and I went in and out together was generally pretty good.The bad thing was on Friday, when his driver came to pick him up, he insisted on taking me back with him, I said no, I'll wait for my dad.He quit and said he would stay with me for a night.

He pulled me and didn't let go, I was hurt by the pull, I frowned and said to him: "An Yang, let go." Conscience, I'm really not angry, I just want him to let go because of the pain .

He almost cried, pulled me tighter, and said to me: "I won't let go."

I:……

8.

When An Yang was in his teens, he was really a crybaby. People couldn't imagine that he would be a man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, with abdominal muscles and mermaid lines in more than ten years.

Every time he cries, it seems that I bully him.

In fact, he didn't really cry. He held on to me with red eyes, which always gave me the illusion that I had bullied him.And I didn't really bully him, but he always liked to pretend to be pitiful with me - I later learned that he was just pretending.He's been wilted since childhood.

An Yang dragged me, and I had no choice but to say, "I'll go back tomorrow and go to your house to play with you."

"Do not."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade me no matter what, the driver persuaded me instead, asked my father's phone number, and called him.

If I didn't know that he was the driver of An Yang's family, I would have thought he was a trafficker.

I called my dad, and my dad said that if I left with him, he would peel me off when I got home.

He didn't know An Yang, he only knew that his son was safe only if he picked him up.But his threatening tone made me uncomfortable. I hated him talking to me like this, so I hung up the phone without answering a word.

I pursed my lips and sulked, An Yang probably could see that I was not happy, so he let go of my tight hand and hugged me instead, patted my head with his hand like a little adult, and said in his mouth: "Don't be angry Not angry."