Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

Fu Xizhou sat down on Wang Miao's bed, lit a cigarette, scratched his head, and said frivolously, "Tell me, how did you meet Jiang Lin?"

The bed is very small, if you sit on it, you will not be able to keep a safe distance from Fu Xizhou. After thinking about it, Wang Miao still sat on the ground leaning against the door. He was a little at a loss. He didn't know why Fu Xizhou thought of asking about this. Fu Xizhou, who dared to look moody, could only stare at his plush slippers and replied, "Part-time job."

Fu Xizhou let out an "oh" and asked, "Didn't you work here all the time?"

Wang Miao nodded: "No, I didn't finish high school. Mr. Yang took me out of Wutong City and went to a company in Shenhai City as a trainee, and then I met Jiang Lin."

Fu Xizhou nodded. Wang Miao was about the same age as Chu Jiachen, so it should be when Chu Jiachen suddenly went abroad. Fu Xizhou said "hmm" and signaled Wang Miao to continue talking, and picked up the pink leopard doll at the end of the bed that was more than one meter away. , pinching its stomach one after another: "Mr. Yang, which Mr. Yang?"

Wang Miao looked at the beaten doll and dared not speak out. The child lowered his head: "Mr. Yang Yunting, he was the one who told me that Jiang Lin liked me and wanted me to develop in Jiang's entertainment company."

Fu Xizhou raised his head when he heard the word "Yang Yunting". He bit his lip and asked bluntly, "Isn't it for money?"

Wang Miao thought to himself that he was not Chu Jiachen, how could Jiang Lin be willing to spend money on him, the child shook his head: "He rarely gives me pocket money."

Fu Xizhou was amused by what Wang Miao said, and he nodded, "It's like what Jiang Lin can do."

Wang Miao didn't know what was funny, but he couldn't help laughing, so the boy also grinned and followed suit.

Fu Xizhou took a puff on his cigarette and didn't ask any more questions. Wang Miao didn't dare to talk to him, so he could only look at the upper of his shoe. After a while, he raised his head and asked cautiously, "Brother, do you drink water? I'll buy it for you."

Fu Xizhou waved his hand and ordered, "Go."

As if Wang Miao had been pardoned, he immediately stood up, opened the door and ran away. Fu Xizhou lifted his foot and kicked Wang Miao's slippers. He couldn't help but think that this kid had quite cute taste. He leaned down to smell it. There were only washing powder and some bathing powder on the bed sheet. The smell of dew is quite nice when mixed together.

Ever since playing with Wang Miao a few days ago, Fu Xizhou has been thinking about this child for some reason. Wang Miao's lonely expression on the sofa that night made Fu Xizhou feel uncomfortable when he thought of it. He also inquired about the injury, and originally wanted to spend money on him today to help him improve his performance, so it was pity for him, who knew that the child didn't go to work today.

Fu Xizhou originally thought that an influential figure like Wang Miao should be very sociable, but when Fu Xizhou asked Wang Miao's address, he realized that he was wrong again, and the answer he got was either that he didn't know, or he poked Wang Miao's Backbone, in such a big store, only Xu Ziling knows where he lives.

But also, according to the thinking of ordinary people, when thinking of Wang Miao's character design, they would search for his address in a high-end community. Who would have thought that such a person would live in the basement, and they don't know whether this little kid is unintentional or intentional.

Just when Fu Xizhou was distracted, Wang Miao pushed open the door. He took out the expensive mineral water from the bag, handed it to Fu Xizhou, then consciously squatted back to the original position, bowed his head and took out a half-bitten one. The bread continued to be eaten.

Fu Xizhou unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. He weighed the water bottle and asked, "How do you know I drink this?"

Wang Miao raised his head, chewed the bread like a hamster and said vaguely: "I saw it when I was eating with Jiang Lin and you, you all drink this."

It's Jiang Lin again, Chu Jiachen's mouth is also Jiang Lin, and this little boy's mouth is also Jiang Lin, Fu Xizhou was a little irritable, he continued to smoke to suppress his anger, and asked: "Why are you always Jiang Lin Jiang Lin. "

Wang Miao didn't know why Fu Xizhou was angry, and he didn't dare to eat any more bread. He replied, "In your circle, I only know Jiang Lin."

Fu Xizhou was speechless, and it was true that people in the circle used to look down on Wang Miao, and they were unwilling to give him a look, let alone talk to him, but it was strange to say that such a loose boy, he and When he was by Jiang Lin's side, he really didn't leave the door. Could it be that this person really liked Jiang Lin in the past?

Fu Xizhou was unwilling to ask Wang Miao this answer. He was afraid of humiliating himself, so he changed the topic to Wang Miao's bread: "Just eat this?"

Wang Miao nodded.

Fu Xizhou asked again: "Are you full?"

Wang Miao shook his head.

Fu Xizhou frowned: "Mute?"

Wang Miao covered his mouth: "I'm biting my tongue..."

Fu Xizhou rolled his eyes and stopped thinking about it, and asked again: "Where did you go today?"

Wang Miao frowned. He felt that this scene was very similar to when his father asked his mother where to go to dance in the square. This development caught the child off guard. He covered his mouth and shook his head: "I went for a walk."

Fu Xizhou threw the pink panther on his lap back to the end of the bed, cleared his throat, and asked pretending not to care, "Are you going to work tonight?"

Wang Miao shook his head again, and his heart fell back into his stomach. After a long circle, he still came here because of this. He probably wanted to do it with him a few more times before he came here on purpose. It was purely a money transaction, nothing else, Wang Miao warned Don't think about it yourself.

Fu Xizhou couldn't help being a little disappointed, he nodded: "Success."

Wang Miao folded the bread bag and stuffed it back into his pocket, put his knees together in a daze, hiccupped from time to time, wanted to ask Fu Xizhou when he would leave but didn't dare, so he could only spend so much time with him.

Fu Xizhou shook his neck: "Why don't you go to school?"

Wang Miao scratched his head and didn't speak, even if he was hit on the head by Fu Xizhou's cigarette case, the harm his family brought to Wang Miao was more than the harm Jiang Lin brought to him.

Wang Miao's father died of illness when he was six years old. Wang Miao's mother took him to remarry. The man brought a son who was very strong. His stepfather refused to let Wang Miao change his surname, which meant that at home, Wang Miao was always the seed of others.

As for Wang Miao's mother, she was a cowardly and aggressive woman who "respected" the man's family without principle, and selectively ignored the fact that she already had a son.

She said: "It's not easy for me to take you to remarry. You are still young and have a lot of time. Your mother still has a few years. When they say you, you just have to bear it, and you have the right to die early for you." My father took pity on me, okay?"

Eight-year-old Wang Miao understood at that time that he had lost his father, and after that he also lost his mother. Wang Miao then changed his tune and called his stepfather "uncle" while his mother was naturally "auntie". However, the little Wang Miao marginalized himself and completely became an outsider in this family.

Wang Miao stayed at school for lunch, and at dinner, Wang Miao "sensibly" stayed in the room to do his homework, avoiding the laughter and laughter of the family of three downstairs. Wang Miao stepped on the stool to cook noodles for himself, and he felt uncomfortable occasionally, so he went back to the room and hid under the quilt, biting his arm and crying.

As for the later Wang Miao, who was exceptionally handsome and intelligent, he didn't have to study hard and never did his homework, but he always came out on top in every exam, and gradually he became the talking point of his uncles and aunts. , Occasionally, he would smile kindly at him, but at this time Wang Miao no longer knew what family affection was. In his heart, this man and this woman must have plotted something, so they smiled at him like this.

When Wang Miao was promoted to the third grade of junior high school, he saved a sum of money and signed up for a guitar class for himself. The guitar was bought on credit, because Wang Miao's fingertips always had blood blisters, and the fingertips of beginners were delicate and constantly In the process of rubbing against the strings, blood blisters will gradually be worn out. If you continue to practice, the blood blisters will burst and become like Wang Miao's fingertips. Repeatedly, blood blisters will be worn out repeatedly, and finally the fingertips will be covered with thin calluses. It will hurt again, but most of the people fell down before the blood bubble burst. The teacher saw Wang Miao's love for guitar in his eyes on his fingertips, and gave him a guitar as an exception. Let him pay back a little when he has money, and there is no time limit.

With something he loves, Wang Miao never went out of the room and seldom went home. He didn't want to take this guitar for nothing. After paying the repayment, he would take the initiative to stay and help clean the classroom, and then hide in the yard Sitting under the grape arbor in the garden and playing the guitar, the young man's hair is a little long, making his handsome face somewhat indistinguishable. The white shirt and black trousers reveal a pale ankle. The simplest attire infinitely enlarges his youthful appearance. Feeling emotional, he strummed the guitar and hummed simple ballads, from sunset to moonrise, and then he would give the teacher a hug, and then set foot on the way back to "home".

She said: "Why did you come back so late? Your brother is about to take the college entrance examination. Don't disturb him to rest."

Wang Miao took off his shoes, nodded and said in a low voice, "Understood, Auntie, I will pay attention."

There were only their mother and son in the dark living room. The woman tilted her head, taking advantage of the moonlight outside the window to carefully look at Wang Miao, a little proud, a little choked up: "Grow up, taller, and thinner."

Wang Miao took the woman's hand with a flick of his lower arm, staggered around him and went up the stairs lightly, and closed the door carefully. He didn't want to say a word to her. All he could do for so many years was not To hate her, he couldn't do anything else.

So when Wang Miao's elder brother failed the college entrance examination, and his uncles and aunts put their hope of being a glorious ancestor on Wang Miao, Wang Miao chose to drop out of school as if in revenge. He only said that he was sixteen years old thanks to the care of the two. , can no longer continue to trouble the two of them by staying at his house, and then he carried the guitar on his back, dragged the suitcase and set foot on the train going north, leaving resolutely without nostalgia.

The guitar was broken by Jiang Lin, and the suitcase was too damaged to be used anymore. In the end, Wang Miao was left with only himself.

Fu Xizhou's eyes were a little sore. He pretended to cough a few times, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank with his head up. He calmed down and asked again: "Then why do you do this?"

"Poor, there are still some force majeure factors." Wang Miao suddenly smiled.

"You mean, someone messed with you?" Fu Xizhou unscrewed the bottle cap.

"No, I voluntarily." Wang Miao was still smiling.

"Okay, there is something." Fu Xizhou raised his thumb.

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