Wear it in the past

Pack up the textbooks, follow the steps in my mind, lock the desk, rub the lock with my fingers a few times, put on the schoolbag, and walk towards the door behind the class with my head slightly lowered as always. Perhaps it is due to puberty. It looks extraordinarily thin and thin. Judging from the walking posture, the former owner is not only thin, but also a person with extremely low self-esteem. His back is slightly bent, and his blue and white large school uniform looks like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes. Covered by the soft black hair, only a pale side face was exposed, which was particularly fragile. Holding the schoolbag with both hands, he rushed to the school gate with the flow of people after school. Most of the densely packed students walked together and chatted buzzingly. The sound resounded through both ears. The young man was like a small sardine in the sea. It looked ordinary and normal. The fish school was too huge, so the small ones... could be ignored.

He Yige turned a corner and came to the vegetable market near Liuer Alley.

"Tofu" had no ups and downs in his voice, and after he finished speaking, he took out two shiny silver steel coins and handed them to the vendor with a stiff and direct attitude.

Lao Wang, who bought tofu, took the two dollars and yelled at his wife who was chatting with the vegetable buyer: "Come here and scratch the tofu." He seemed to dislike the two dollars, and his voice sounded extremely disdainful.

He Yige stood silently by the side unmoved.

The woman who was chatting was interrupted, with a very unhappy expression on her face, and she was about to yell back, when she turned her head and saw that it was the student boy who came to buy tofu every time, walked over to pick up the knife with a smile: "Yo, I only buy tofu every time, why don't you buy tofu?" Didn't see you buy something else? Look at your skinny." His eyes swept towards the other party.

He Yisinger clenched the remaining money in his trousers pocket and remained silent.

Old Wang smoked a cigarette and counted the money: "You old woman, you talk a lot of nonsense"

"Go away, what are you talking about, old lady?" After finishing speaking, she puffed up her chest and waved the thin knife in her hand at the man.

Lao Wang stepped on the cigarette butt, ignored her, and continued to count the money. There was still fifty cents in it, odds and ends, lighting back and forth in Hei Qu's hands, and the steel coin was stacked on the corner of the money box.

"My little brother is very introverted, he doesn't talk every time he comes here, here, your tofu." She smiled and handed the tofu to He Yige who was opposite.

He Yige nodded and turned around.

He walked in the direction of his residence according to the memory in his mind.

Walking through an alley, turning left, and crossing a snack street, it was the time after school, and the snack street gradually became lively, occasionally a few students wearing the same school uniform as He Yige appeared in front of them, and then, the noise became farther and farther away, more and more From then on, the alley became narrower and quieter.

Walking into a yard with an open door, the ground paved with red bricks is old and mottled. The sun is very sunny today. There are many colorful clothes and bed sheets in the yard. It looks colorful and eye-catching.

"Yige is back"

The woman who came out to collect the clothes saw He Yige who came in, her eyes showed some pity, and she greeted him kindly.

He Yige's steps paused, and he stopped: "Yeah"

"Xiaoxu didn't come with you?"

He Yige's eyes were a little dull, he thought for a while, then shook his head.

"This bastard, he went wild to the game room again..."

Opening the door, the room was empty, except for a wooden bed, a table and chairs, and a simple wardrobe at the end of the bed, there was nothing else. There were a few wine bottles standing or falling in the corner. He Yige took off his schoolbag and put it on the bed , When the tofu came in, it was conveniently placed on the table.

He sat on the bed, motionless, as if in a daze.

Lying down slowly, his hand unconsciously touched his forehead. When he woke up, the bloody wound had already formed a callus.

This place is so weird, people dress weirdly...

This is where?

do you died?

The afterlife?

It's not hell, and it's not like the fairy mansion that the old people said...

Too many questions, bored in my heart.

"I'll pretend to be dead when I come back, and I'll tell you to pretend to be dead! You bastard!!" Following a few angry reprimands, the man standing at the door became so irritable that he threw the empty wine bottle in his hand directly at the boy on the bed.

He Yige followed the prestige and saw the wine bottle being thrown, his eyes narrowed first, and his hands rubbed back softly!Quickly and accurately holding it in the palm, at the same time, the body has sat up, raised his eyes, He Yige stared at the opposite man expressionlessly through the scattered hair on his forehead.

He Dalong didn't notice He Yige's nimble and quick gestures, and naturally he didn't hear the screams he imagined. He opened his eyes and squinted, quite unhappy, and took a few steps towards the room drunkenly. His posture was a little stagnant, and he kicked away Get a stool, see the tofu on the table: "You MLGB..." ready to smash it with your fist.

He Yige didn't know when, he had already stood up, picked up the plastic bag, looked at He Dayong's eyes, and kept moving down, tapping two acupuncture points on the other's body.

The unshaven He Dayong was wondering why his son didn't have a cowardly look in his eyes: "You..." Before he finished speaking, his body softened, his eyes darkened, and he fell backwards.

He Yige looked thin and small, but he was extremely strong, picked up the man on the ground, "Boom—" and threw him onto the bed.

I looked at the tofu in the plastic bag, picked up the things on the small shelf next to it, and went to the public kitchen in the corridor.

The man in the room reeking of alcohol suddenly snorted, apparently falling asleep.