When the mirror ends

"Fat, I'm tired..." Peng Zefeng was buried under the quilt, and his hair, which was slightly long recently because he didn't have time to trim it, was pressed against his face, looking a little soft.

Prayer is very disgusted, "Let you use it? It's amazing to have power, isn't it? If you answer everyone's request, why don't you go to heaven?"

"I'm not going to heaven, I'm tired." Peng Zefeng was half asleep, watching the prayer with his eyes open.

Zong jumped on the bed and put his front palm against Peng Zefeng's face, "Tired, what do you think about things involving time and space? It's not the sea of ​​consciousness, you can use it as you like, it really involves time and space! What concepts do you understand?" Is it? Unless it is a god, it can't interfere at all. In other words, the consciousness of the world has to think twice."

Peng Zefeng felt that Zao's paws were a bit heavy, because it was so fat that he always felt that Zao was actually a black orange cat, not a black cat.

"Take your paws away." Peng Zefeng's ending sounded sleepy, he was really too lazy to move.

"Did you listen to me!" Pray pressed both front paws on Peng Zefeng's face, "You have used this power in this world this time, you are lucky not to be thrown out by the world's consciousness. With a layer of cover, what are you thinking about when you go to war in broad daylight?"

"You're really heavy, get down." Peng Zefeng said weakly, "Let me sleep a little longer."

After speaking, he pulled the quilt up again, leaving only the part above the nose.

"Come on, you will send yourself to the world consciousness sooner or later." Xie jumped onto the quilt on Peng Zefeng's stomach and curled up into a ball, "You probably need to sleep for two or three days this time to recover a little energy, don't be blind in the future Mind your own business."

"En." Peng Zefeng responded softly, and soon fell asleep.

Prayer sighed lightly, don't use it indiscriminately, what should I do if I am cleared... Who will give me delicious food, who will play with me, who will make me scold unreasonably...

Can't you think about us who are left in this world?

There was a sound of opening the door outside, and pray jumped out of bed. He had to tell Yu Feng that Peng Zefeng needed to sleep for a few days, so that he would not worry.It opened the door of the room with the key, and walked out swaggeringly. Just as it was about to speak, it saw Yu Feng brought back a dirty human being.

"Hey Zong, is Feng there?" Yu Feng knelt down and scratched Zong's neck, "In the room?"

Zong nodded, and then directly transmitted what he wanted to say to Yu Feng's brain, "He is tired and needs to sleep for a few days."

Yu Feng had a worried look on his face, "Is he all right? Does he need to go to the hospital?"

Chao meowed a few words casually, and continued to use his thoughts: "It will be fine after a night of sleep, don't worry."

"That's okay, remember to tell me if you have any questions." Yu Feng patted the prayer's head and stood up.

The young man standing aside looked hesitant to speak when he saw the interaction between a man and a cat, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yu Feng, do you still understand cat language?"

"Huh? I only understand my cat's language." Yu Feng was not embarrassed, "Wait a minute, I'll find you some clothes, take a bath first, and take you home later."

Hearing the word "home", the boy's expression changed, "I won't go back."

"All right, all right, you stay here first." Yu Feng had nothing to do with the rebellious young man, but mainly because there was no need to force him, so he let him come.

The boy entered the bathroom, and was surprised that there was a bathtub here. He hesitated for a moment, and called Yu Feng, "Can I take a bath?"

"You can do whatever you want. There are those bath salts that can make a lot of bubbles in it. You can put them away yourself." After Yu Feng finished speaking, he tiptoed into Peng Zefeng's room.

Peng Zefeng has always been similar to Superman in his eyes. Except for the occasional lack of sleep in high school and he would sleep in various places, he is rarely seen so tired.

Peng Zefeng is powerful, Yu Feng has always thought so.

But looking at his sleeping face like this now, you will feel that he is also an ordinary person, because he is tired, he will sleep under the quilt like a child, and because the quilt is comfortable, he will show such a soft appearance.

It's just that his strength covers up his softness on weekdays, so people feel that he is invulnerable and very reliable.

After confirming Peng Zefeng's condition, Yu Feng left the room.

On the one hand, the boy had already finished his bath and soaked himself in the bathtub.

He made a lot of bubbles and grabbed them once and for all.He really likes something in the bathtub, but what he wants more is the little yellow duck.

But he is very satisfied to take a bath, because he has not taken a bath for two years.

After he ran away from home, except for staying in a hotel for the first two days, he spent the rest of his time working in various places.I have slept in parks, under flyovers, and by the side of the road... Sometimes I can find a clean cardboard pad, sometimes I can only pick up a few leaflets. Generally speaking, winter is very cold.

There are times when he makes money, but he is reluctant to spend it on accommodation. He is afraid of starvation, so he saves as much as possible.When he is free, he draws a line chart of the Engel coefficient for himself, which is basically [-]%.

Sleeping conditions are so simple, clothes are rarely bought, and bathing can only be done with cold water from public taps. Taking a bath is simply a dream.

After running away from home, everything I used to take for granted has become a luxury.

But even so, he didn't want to go back, because compared to these, living for others was more unacceptable to him.

What kind of choice to make and what kind of life he will get, he has long been prepared in his heart.Regardless of whether it is forever or temporarily, he has no regrets, and he will be responsible for his choice.

The boy submerged his whole body into the warm water, his hair spread out and danced with the fluctuations of the water, just like the vigorous vigor and vitality of the boy, the act of acting for his dreams gave him a sense of beauty.

Suddenly, Yu Feng knocked on the bathroom door.

He said: "I found a small bag of little yellow ducks in the storage room, do you want it?"

The young man spit out a string of bubbles, blushed slightly, and answered "yes".

Yu Feng put the little yellow duck at the door of the bathroom, "Then you take it yourself, I'll go out and buy some clothes for you, and buy dinner by the way."

After talking and going out, Yu Feng remembered that he didn't ask what he wanted to eat, but it was a bit troublesome to go back, so he decided to "define the taste" for the young man on his own.Anyway, such a big boy can grow his body no matter what he eats.

On the contrary, pray, it is really time to control your diet, otherwise if this trend continues, it will only be a matter of time before you get fat enough to drag your belly.So he forgot all the dishes he had ordered and brought it a dish that was very energyless but filling.

After returning home, the lively scene of Peng Zefeng as the chef was completely gone at the dinner table, only two people and a cat eating in muffled voices.

The boy was afraid of being disliked by others, so he ate very quietly. Although Xiong didn't just eat his share but started with Yu Feng's food, these things were completely incomparable with what they ate at noon.It's not that the food in this restaurant is bad, it's just that the pearls and jades are in front of them, making them realize:

The same dish made with the same ingredients will taste very different.

In order to divert his attention, Yu Feng began to ask the boy, "I forgot to ask just now, what's your name?"

The boy's first reaction was to be vigilant, "Are you asking my name to send me back?"

"Of course not, there must be a title, right?" Yu Feng also convinced the child, he could think of everything there.

The young man seemed to be going all out, and said with a straight neck: "My name is Deng Qu, this is my real name, you are not allowed to inquire about my family!"

"All right, all right, I don't want to ask. Can I call you a cricket?" Seeing that he only picked up the food in front of him, Yu Feng changed a plate for him.

Deng Qu was moved by this small gesture, "Thank you. You can call me anything."

"The cricket, can I ask why you ran away from home?"

Yu Feng was thinking about this question when he saw the young man singing on the road, whether he was pursuing something, or because his family treated him badly, he escaped.

The boy didn't answer, but asked instead, "Brother Yu Feng, do you think I sing well, can I play the guitar well, can my songs... move you?"

This question basically solved Yu Feng's problem. If it wasn't for pursuing his dream, he wouldn't ask such a question.

Yu Feng thought about it for a while, and said: "If you want to talk about it from a professional point of view, you can only say it is average. But your lyrics are very powerful, you play the guitar very seriously, and your singing...is like a tribute to youth."