Afraid?Just call!

Kissing is just for crossing Yang Qi.

Give me a break.

Any fool knows this kiss is definitely not.

Wang Yizhi stretched out his only remaining hand in a daze, and put it on Wu Angwang's shoulder, not knowing whether to push or not.

When did it start to taste bad?Perhaps since the kiss last night, he should have felt something was wrong, but what's going on?

Big stars like him?

Give me a break.

When Wang Yizhi was struggling to push or not to push, the person who was kissed was still hesitant, but the person who kissed him suddenly pushed him away forcefully.

Wang Yizhi fell back on the back seat in a daze, staring in astonishment at the big star who had kissed him just now, wiping his mouth in disgust, and angrily said: "I don't want to see you! Get out!"

I wipe!Wang Yizhi cursed inwardly, this person is crazy!

After the big star finished speaking, he opened the car door and left. At the end, he slammed the door hard to express his displeasure. Wang Yizhi stayed there, stunned for a while.

As for Wu Angwang outside, he hugged his body tightly as he walked.

He felt scared, very scared.

This intense emotional change, this penetrating feeling, as an adult, he couldn't help but know what it was.

He can't let this kind of thing develop.

On a dark night many years ago, the conversation between Ni Zhan and him rang in his mind.

"You'll get love, accolades, flowers, applause, money, and all the wider world and temptations you can imagine and unimaginable."

"What is the price?"

"everything."

"everything?"

"Your life, your decisions, your actions, your preferences, and everything about you will be exchanged as a price, and you can't help yourself. Your words, deeds, and actions will be magnified and exposed under the lens. Every word you say Every word will be recorded, and every mistake may be uncovered decades later. Every hair, every pore of yours will be under people's surveillance. You will be loved for no reason, and you will be loved for no reason. No matter where you go, you have to be prepared to face the camera, even if it is the toilet or your own room, you will have no privacy, you will no longer be yourself.”

Wu Angwang clasped his arms tightly, and slowly squatted down at a distance of dozens of cars.

"You have to remember that Wu Ermao is dead, and you are the perfect superstar Wu Angwang. Don't reveal anything about you and him. If the taint of the juvenile prison is exposed, you will never get over it in this life. You don't Let yourself keep the handle, since you have what you want, you know what to give."

Wu Angwang covered his ears.

That guy Ni Zhan spoke so meanly back then, but he knew it was the truth.

He can't leave anything behind, he has worked so hard for so many years, and in exchange for what he wants, he must know what to lose, such as something that is ready to move, taboo, ridiculous, and suspicious of emotion.

At least not with that person, no, that ghost.

The squatting person slowly straightened up and strode out.

There was nothing to talk about during the period in the juvenile detention center. They studied in the morning and worked in the afternoon. They were supervised by special personnel and were orderly.

Except for those places where the eyes can't see.

Toilets, dormitories, corners without people, and confined spaces, these places still make Wu Angwang's scalp tingle, it seems that they have been equated with pain.

Four months finally passed. On that day, Wu Angwang put on the freshly washed sneakers. Although he was stepped on on purpose just after he put them on, he didn't confront that person. He carefully wiped off the shoe prints and replaced them. Put on the freshly washed clothes, put on his small backpack, and prepare for his mother to pick him up.

His hair had been shaved, and now he was stubbled and a little prickly. He was at the door, touching his head, wondering if he should stand here, as if he was looking forward to it.

After hesitating for a long time, I wanted to stand farther away for a while, and I couldn't help standing up when I found a place to sit down. Time passed by, and it was dark, and no one came.

Just waiting for the news that his parents died in a car accident on the way to pick him up.

The 12-year-old was stunned for a long time, and then yelled, "Liar! Isn't it impossible to say it?"

His father clearly said that he would not come to pick him up, only his mother would come, why did they all come?Why... they all left.

He has no relatives, none of them.

God is so playful, holding people as toys in the palm of his hand, loving them today, and throwing them away tomorrow.

For four months, every difficult night, he lay in bed and cursed his parents over and over again, but the curse was fulfilled.

Look, he was really dead. The police led him to examine the body. It was strange to say that the front of the car was smashed into pieces, and the person was also smashed into pieces. The guitar in the trunk of the car was bought as a new gift. Give him a guitar, nothing wrong with it.

When Wu Angwang saw the corpse, it had already been patched. In order to protect the minors, they did not remove the cloth completely. Wu Angwang only glanced at it briefly, and then pointed to the guitar and asked, "Is this the one they bought?" Give it to me? I took it."

Everyone present frowned.

It's really a person who enters the juvenile detention center. When his parents are dead, he doesn't cry or make trouble. He only cares about gifts and has no heart.

They didn't know that before Wu Angwang came, he had been crying for many days, his tears were exhausted, he had no strength, unlike others, he kept his tears until the time to come.

A few days later, with the help of relatives, the parents' funeral matters were settled. After everything was taken care of, they began to discuss how to deal with Wu Angwang.

After discussing and discussing, this person said that the child in the family was a girl, and it was inconvenient for Wu Angwang to live there; the other person said that the child was too young to be busy.A group of people pushed back and forth, and finally reached a consensus: send Wu Angwang to an orphanage.

When they made this decision, what they said was: "Xiaowu, you go and live there for a while, and we will pick you up soon after we have settled the matter here."

Wu Angwang sneered inwardly.

No one will take him out, who will take over his hot potato, the delinquent boy who came out of the juvenile prison, the criminal who attempted rape, who will bring such trouble back home.

In the second half of the year, 12-year-old Wu Angwang's parents died. He took some clothes and a big new guitar and moved into the Fuyuan Orphanage.

Standing at the gate of the orphanage, he looked back. In the distance was the endless blue sky. Under the dome, there were various buildings standing expressionlessly. In a trance, he saw his home, an ordinary apartment. The rented house is now retired, and nothing in this city belongs to him.

The boy tightened his guitar straps, and walked into the orphanage without hesitation. In front of him stood a tall statue of the Virgin. Under the sunlight, his eyebrows and eyes were shining softly.