Do you have a boyfriend

When Song Chuman saw the boy for the first time, he was about to run away from home.

His original name was not Song Chuman, but Xu Zhengan, whose nickname was An'an.

It was taken by his mother, which meant that he hoped that he would be upright, kind and peaceful in his life.

Xu Wan's health is not good. From Song Chuman's memory, there is always a smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the house, and her life is hard, but she is content.

Later Xu Wan was seriously ill, and someone came to his door and said that he was a child of the Song family.

Song Chuman was young at the time, and I can't remember some details clearly. I only know that his mother didn't come out after being sent to the hospital. He was taken back to another bigger and more magnificent home. name.

Early full.

Luopu is full of flowers, and the snow is still cold.

He thought he could see his father, but he only saw black and white photos hanging on the wall, but he was very unfamiliar with the role of his father, so he was not too disappointed.

There were no other children in the family, and Song Chuman had another mother. He was happy at first.

Of course he didn't fare well afterwards.

These nominal family members don't like him. The only grandfather who treats him better, doesn't live with them because of his health, and only comes here once in a while.

So Song Chuman wiped his tears one night, packed a change of clothes in his schoolbag, and the food that he secretly hid in peacetime, and slipped into the backyard.

He has carefully observed that no one is watching the backyard during this time of day, and the gap in the railing is very large, so he should be able to pass through it.

Song Chuman tried carefully, but the others went out, but the schoolbag got stuck.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take out some of the things in his schoolbag and put them outside.

When he was struggling to pull his schoolbag, someone behind him said, "What are you doing?"

Song Chuman was startled, and when he looked back, there was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy leaning against the fence, looking down at him.

He has been here for so long, and when he saw other children for the first time, he immediately felt a sense of intimacy, and his voice was crying: "I...I want to get out of here."

The young man squatted down, as if he didn't quite understand, and looked at Song Chuman again: "Go out? Run away from home?"

Song Chuman rubbed his eyes and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

The young man was Lu Zhao, and he didn't take it seriously, thinking that Song Chuman was just a kid who had a temper tantrum with his family.

The zipper of the schoolbag beside the railing was still open, and Lu Zhao stared at the contents inside.

"Is there food in it?" Lu Zhao began to fool around, "I haven't eaten for three days, give me a taste."

In fact, he just didn't eat dinner.

The innocent Song Chuman was bluffed by him, so he quickly took a few packs of biscuits from his schoolbag and gave him his own thermos.

The cup was very old and the paint on it was peeled off a lot. Lu Zhao felt strange and asked him, "Are your parents the masters of this house, or are they servants?"

Song Chuman pursed his lips: "Servant."

As expected, Lu Zhao unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

Song Chuman looked up at him: "What about you?"

Lu Zhao panicked again: "Me too, my dad is the gardener here."

He didn't mean anything else, he just thought that if he told the truth, the child in front of him might still ask why he, a young master, would have no food.

If he said that because he didn't want to do extracurricular questions, he ran out in a fit of anger after arguing with his parents, it would be a bit embarrassing.

"I help clean the garden every day, and if I don't clean it up, I'm not allowed to eat." Lu Zhao didn't blush and took a bite of the biscuit.

Song Chuman heard that he seemed to be worse than himself, and gave him a lot of food, which he usually secretly hid and was reluctant to eat.

In addition to biscuits, there are also some plum candy, dried sweet potatoes, the last piece of dry hard bread, and even half a moldy rice ball.

Song Chuman took it out only to notice that there was mold on it, and quickly threw it aside, embarrassingly said: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't notice it."

Lu Zhao suddenly felt that the biscuit in his hand was hard to swallow.

He was silent for a while, and asked, "Are you hungry now?"

Song Chuman shook his head: "Not hungry."

He made enough preparations and ate something when he was at home.

Lu Zhao didn't intend to give up, and stood up: "Wait for me here."

He left in a hurry and came back with a bottle of milk tea not long after.

"For you," he raised the biscuit in his hand, "in exchange."

He didn't want the rest, and returned all to Song Chuman.

Song Chuman had never drank milk tea before. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and smelled it. He was only willing to take a sip, and then put it in his schoolbag like a baby.

"Thank you," Song Chuman worried for him again, "Where did you get this?"

Lu Zhao said without hesitation, "It was stolen."

Song Chuman: "!!!"

It took Lu Zhao a long time to convince Song Chuman that he was really fine with this bottle of milk tea.

After eating two packs of biscuits, Lu Zhao sat cross-legged on the ground and persuaded Song Chuman to go back: "How old are you, where are you going?"

Song Chuman said stubbornly, "Anywhere is fine."

"You leave now, there are only two possibilities," Lu Zhao said with a serious expression, "either you will be found and captured halfway, or you will be abducted by human traffickers."

"Human traffickers?" Song Chuman was stunned when he heard this word for the first time.

"Yes, they will break your hands and feet and make you a beggar on the street."

Song Chuman was frightened by Chenggong, but he was not reconciled: "But I..."

He doesn't want to be here anymore.

"Be obedient, go back first." Lu Zhao was only a few years older than him, but his words were much older, "You are still too young, if you want to run away from home, you have to wait until at least.

Song Chuman seemed to be moved, but he still stood there sullenly. Lu Zhao stretched out his hand from the fence and rubbed the top of his hair.

"Now go back to sleep obediently, I will still be waiting for you here at this time tomorrow."

"Really?" Song Chuman grabbed his hand, remembering that the two of them didn't know their names yet, "My name is An An, what's your name?"

It was the first time for Lu Zhao to conceal his identity, so he couldn't think of a new name for a while, so he simply said, "You can call me brother."

Song Chuman hugged his arm and said obediently, "Brother."

Lu Zhao couldn't help pinching his small face several times, and then saw something on the side of Song Chuman's nose under the moonlight, and wiped it with his fingers, only to find that it was a mole.

He pinched the tip of Song Chuman's chin again: "It's so cute."

At that time, Lu Zhao was still young, and he couldn't disguise himself perfectly, so he did it slickly.

In the end, Song Chuman turned his head three times at one step, and left reluctantly.

Song Chuman showed up on time the next day, and Lu Zhao was waiting for him in the distance, and even brought him some marshmallows.

Lu Zhao's parents were strict, and they rarely went out to play, let alone Song Chuman, and the two got along like this for a while.

Later, Lu Zhao felt that Song Chuman was too thin, so he often brought him some food.

Until he found a scar on the back of Song Chuman's hand.

After a long time, Lu Zhao already sensed that something was wrong, but when asked about Song Chuman, he was unwilling to say anything.

At that time, Lu Zhao's parents were just about to move to another city, and Lu Zhao made a decision: "An'an, why don't you come to my house, and I'll talk to my parents."

One more child is not unaffordable, Lu Zhao thought.

Song Chuman raised his head abruptly, his heart pounding, "Can... can I?"

Lu Zhao didn't bother to explain too much, and pointed him in the same direction: "Go around here to the gate, and I'll pick you up there."

Song Chuman was so excited that he couldn't speak. He ran away and remembered something, and turned back: "Brother, wait for me a little longer, okay, I'll go back and get something."

Lu Zhao didn't have time to stop him, he had already got into the fence and ran away.

Lu Zhao waited at the same place for a while, and then went to wait at the gate, but Song Chuman never came over.

He couldn't go out without permission, especially at night, he was worried about Song Chuman, so he could only ask his parents for help.

Mother Lu was smoking. She shook the ash and glanced at Lu Zhao: "Do you think you are raising a cat or a dog? You are not allowed to go to the backyard again."

A week later, Lu Zhao moved, during which time he never saw Song Chuman again.

**

What is your happiest thing?

Ordinary people may be in a happy mood in retrospect, but Song Chuman is different. His memories are mixed with sourness that cannot be eliminated.

He put down the note and remained silent for a long time.

"Chuman?" Lu Zhao reminded, "If you get the draw, you have to answer this question."

Song Chuman lowered his head: "I don't want to say."

"This is the rule of the game." Lu Zhao got up, walked to Song Chuman and squatted down, picked up the small ball shell on the coffee table, "It's the last one, and you can get the previous rewards when you finish it."

When Song Chuman heard the words, he threw the dried fish to him: "Then I don't want it anymore."

Lu Zhao said helplessly: "Chuman, you promised..."

"What did I agree to?" Song Chuman looked at him coldly.

Lu Zhao paused: "You have been like this all the time, and it won't help your condition."

Song Chuman curled up his fingers, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"Then it won't be cured." He murmured, stood up and walked towards the door.

He just grabbed the doorknob when someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

For the first time, Lu Zhao withdrew his gentle look: "Where are you going?"

Song Chuman couldn't break free, and stood there silently.

The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, the temperature on their wrists came through the clothes, Song Chuman looked up at Lu Zhao.

He was still emotional, unable to fully come out, and his eyes showed a little fragility and grievance.

Lu Zhao suddenly softened his heart.

"Okay, you don't have to say it."

He compromised: "But you can't leave now."

Song Chuman blinked slowly.

There was light in his eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry when his eyelashes fluttered. Lu Zhao hugged him the next moment.

Just hugging vaguely, Lu Zhao bent down slightly, and patted Song Chuman's back with his palm, gently and slowly: "It's okay, I won't force you."

Song Chuman's stiff body relaxed a bit, his forehead seemed to lean against the shoulder in front of him, the touch was fleeting, and he whispered: "En."

Lu Zhao let go of his hands and stood up straight, and pulled Song Chuman to the sofa again: "Puff again? Smoke until you like it."

Does the dried fish you smoked before still count?Song Chuman didn't have the nerve to ask, so he obediently sat down on the sofa.

He shook it a fourth time, and out came a small pink ball with a bunny pattern on it.

This time the content is: to visit the Lantern Festival.

The author has something to say: there is another update at night, it may be later