[Danmei Medium Chapter] Infernal Affairs

Ning Wen used to be Shu Yi's neighbor.

In a narrow alley, the door is facing the door, and whoever gets beaten can hear clearly from the opposite side.But the relationship between Ning Wen and Shu Yi is not good.The door of Ningwen's house is closed all day long, and it looks like it refuses people thousands of miles away. The children don't know why, but their parents have told them by their ears since they were young: it is bad luck to have less contact with the family opposite.

So they hardly spoke, and went to school carrying their schoolbags one after the other, swinging their small arms and walking, holding their heads high and their toes high, without even looking at each other.

Every day after school, the children in the alley go together, Shu Yi always mixes into the team to fight with others.Ning Wen silently walked behind the group, bowing his head and playing with his fingertips around the red scarf on his chest.

Only then did Shu Yi realize that Ning Wen not only did not associate with him, but also seemed to be unpopular in school.At least he was always alone when he saw him.

It's not that Shu Yi hasn't asked his parents about the affairs of Ning Wen's family, but his parents just shook his head and urged him to do his homework, eat, take a shower and sleep.For children, it is natural to love to play, and it is also natural to like to play with others.Shu Yi felt it was very strange to alienate a child who didn't seem to make him hate him for no reason.

Ning Wen lived with his grandma, and the spacious courtyard was obviously too big for the two of them.Shu Yi once stood outside their door and stretched his neck to look around, and found that except for an old tree, everything else in the yard was as gray as a layer of dust.Shu Yi could even smell the musty smell.He knew that this was an illusion, because the dry weather in the north and the good lighting in the courtyard could not give the items a chance to become moldy.

In fact, Shu Yi was inexplicably curious about Ning Wen in his heart.At the age when boys were mischievous and active, Ning Wen was as quiet as a girl.The handwriting on the homework book is meticulous, and the exam scores are all high.Although Shu Yi is not in the same class as him, Ning Wen's homework and test papers are often circulated throughout the grade or posted on campus for display, so he has read his writing.

Why is Ning Wen such a person?

Although not gregarious, it is not annoying.No one socialized with him, but no one bullied him.

He seems to be living outside this world, in a certain unknown space, wrapped in crystals, and can only be seen from afar but out of reach.

Until one day Ning Wen and Shu Yi happened to go out to school at the same time, Ning Wen suddenly said to Shu Yi: "My parents are back." Then he smiled triumphantly and ran away briskly.

Shu Yi was taken aback, his pace became slower and slower, and finally he stood there dumbfounded.

Ning Wen just talked to him and laughed?

Did he read it right? !

In a trance, he ran forward quickly, trying to catch up with Ning Wen to ask what happened, but Ning Wen had disappeared.

After absent-mindedly finishing class, Shu Yi grabbed her schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom before the lingering sound of the get out of class bell disappeared, and ran home to ask her parents for clarification.

At the door of the house, I saw the door of Ning Wen's house was wide open. The silver-haired but energetic grandma stood at the door, holding the hands of the visitors, and said to them over and over again: "I'm back, I'm back."

"Ning Wen's parents are back, do you know?" The mother came out of the house and stood by the threshold, with her arms on Shu Yi's strong shoulders.

"Where were his parents before?" Shu Yi turned to ask her mother.In his memory, he has never seen Ning Wen's family members other than his grandmother, and he has never heard of them being mentioned.

"His parents are journalists in Yugoslavia." The mother said slowly, "I have been tracking the Bosnian War for a few years ago. I heard that the war is over now, so I went home to have a look." After speaking, she sighed Then he said: "Many people in their family have worked as reporters in war-torn areas. Ningwen's uncle and aunt all died abroad."

Shu Yi gasped, feeling at a loss.

The ten-year-old child's mind probably also gave the reason why the parents avoided their family-many people died, even if these people died seeking the truth.At that time, war correspondent was an unpopular profession after all, and few people chose to do it, and sacrifices for this reason were not known.People will only speculate on the outcome of death and discuss the matter as it stands.

Shu Yi shuddered involuntarily.

Living in such a family, Ning Wen must be strong and fragile.On the one hand, he is burdened with the expectations of the family and does not dare to slack off, on the other hand, he must be looking forward to the safe return of his parents all day long.

Shu Yi developed strong sympathy for Ning Wen.Since then, when playing games in the alley, I always go to Ning Wen and try to make him happy.After going back and forth like this, the two finally got acquainted.

Ning Wen can play the piano.There is an old piano in his home, which has been handed down from the Republic of China, but it is well preserved.Ning Wen's grandma taught him to play the piano, and he would call Shu Yi to listen to new music when he learned it.

Ning Wen is best at "Your Smile". Shu Yi is very poor at learning English, so Ning Wen taught him to pronounce this word: "Smile means to smile. "Your Smile"."

Eight years later, before the university library closed, Shu Yi heard the song again.Ning Wen was sitting in front of the piano, and the image of her slender fingers dancing gently between the black and white keys reappeared in her mind. For a moment, Shu Yi thought that he was sitting on the sofa at Ning Wen's house again, looking at Ning Wen's straight back. Back then, time was quiet at that time, and everything hadn't started yet.

He blankly packed up the open textbooks and notes, and walked out of the library as if escaping, his eyes were already wet.

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