Wear it in the past

Wang Xiaoxu just came back from playing games in the Internet cafe. He took a carrot from home and walked slowly to the public kitchen on the second floor. While eating, he raised his eyebrows at He Yige: "Your dad hit you again?"

He Yige mixed the batter and boiled it in boiling water, cut the tofu into fine pieces, put it in a porcelain bowl, mixed with sesame oil and chopped green onion, crushed it, and then put the leftover steamed buns in the morning on the cage to heat up , just shook his head.

Wang Xiaoxu curled his lips, holding up the half-eaten radish with a look of disbelief: "Tch, I heard him scolding you when I entered the yard just now! Why is your father such a bastard! If my mother hadn't stopped him last time, your There will definitely be two more holes in the head! It's really not a thing!"

He Yige silently glanced at him upon hearing this.

Wang Xiaoxu seemed to realize something was wrong, and scratched his head: "Ha, I'm sorry, it's your dad anyway, right? Next time I won't scold in person, hehe"

Because of his straightforwardness, He Yige slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, but did not speak.

Seeing He Yige laughing, Wang Xiaoxu patted him on the shoulder and glanced at the white batter in the pot: "Why are you eating this again? Can this stuff be enough? Come to my house to eat tonight. My mother steamed meat buns at noon today. It's delicious~" As if smelling the fragrance, Wang Xiaoxu sniffed intoxicatedly, then finished the carrot, clapped his hands and left.

Walking up the stairs, seeing He Yige bowing his head and earnestly making tofu, he yelled: "Forget it, you definitely won't come, I'll get you two later, and don't give it to your dad!" Love and hate ==

Hearing Wang Xiaoxu mention the last time, He Yige couldn't help but reach out to touch the shallow scar on his forehead. It's not a deep wound. The scar on it may disappear in a few days. When practicing martial arts with An Qing, there were occasional major injuries and minor injuries. , my brother would always go to Brother Anqing for the bruises on his body when he saw it... He Yige let go of his hand, and continued to cook with his head down, the smoke was lingering.The original owner of this body has drifted away along with the wiped blood.

In early spring, the sky was still dark and very cold.

Wang Xiaoxu was holding two big meat buns, and when he entered the room, he saw that He Yige was not sitting hunched over before, but straightened his back, and was sending tofu and steamed buns to his mouth together, under the halo of the incandescent lamp Ying's opponent has light pink lips and looks really good-looking, but his hair is a bit long, covering his face. Wang Xiaoxu turned his head and saw He Dalong sleeping on the bed next to him, snoring loudly, curling his lips, looking at He Yige: "Here, it's just warmed up, it's hot, I can't finish it, I'll eat it tomorrow"

Seeing him coming in, He Yige put down his chopsticks, looked at him, and automatically ignored his gesture of curling his lips at He Dalong.

After Wang Xiaoxu put the steamed stuffed bun in the cage, he said, "Something's wrong with you lately."

He Yige's body froze.

Then he said: "Do you dislike my mother's steamed stuffed buns? Hmph, you didn't treat people like this before, so you can take it if I give it to you. Why don't you excuse me? It's not an ancient costume TV show. I really don't like you being polite to us recently. My mother said that you are becoming less and less talkative. You used to be bored, but you still want to play with me. Now what..." Wang Xiaoxu suddenly remembered something and said, "There is more, Is there anyone bullying you at school? Let me tell you, if someone tries to tease you again, just throw something next to you at random, and hit back hard, or you will be bullied again next time! You are just too cowardly Oh, I don’t know how to fight back! Stupid x! The more you swallow your anger, the more arrogant you guys get?! Of course, if you’re like this, you won’t be able to beat me, so run away after you beat me!”

Seeing that he calmly relaxed after talking to himself, He Yige thought he had been seen through.

Sitting down again, without saying a word, he picked up the meat buns and ate them.

"Hey, that's right! What do you think you're being polite to us...I can't stand you"

Wang Xiaoxu came up to deliver the buns after eating, and at this moment simply sat on the remaining small stool and continued to give He Yige some advice, with a tone of voice that hated him for his usual cowardice: "I can't be with you every day. You are together, we are not in the same class, maybe that day you will be blocked by a few good boys..." Wang Xiaoxu has thick eyebrows and big eyes, belonging to the type of big five and three thick, a size bigger than He Yige, with a temper Straightforward, with a wheat-colored complexion, he looks very healthy, but in the past few years, the thin and weak type of beautiful boys has suddenly become popular, so this child is not particularly popular among girls.

"This...body is indeed too weak..."

He Yige looked down at his thin body, muttering in a low voice.

Wang Xiaoxu didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

He Yige signaled that he was fine, finished the last mouthful of porridge and wiped his mouth.

"Don't eat?"

"I am full"

"Okay, let me tell you, I won't be with you tomorrow, hey, I'm going to take my girlfriend by bike, shh, don't tell my mom, or I'll yell again, I finally got a girlfriend... ...is it easy!"

Wang Xiaoxu, like He Yige, was a sophomore in high school. No one cared about him in the first year of high school. After the second year of high school, he finally met a school girl. Recently, he was sweet, buying breakfast, sending them to and from school, etc., with a very friendly attitude.

He Yige smiled: "It's not easy"

"Yell, you can tease people"

After Wang Xiaoxu completed the task of delivering steamed buns and teaching, he said hello and left.

He Yige cleaned up the dishes, washed the dishes, watered the flowers, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and went to sleep.

On the concrete guardrail corresponding to the door is a flowerpot cut out of a Coke bottle. There is an aloe plant in it. It should be raised by the previous owner. The emerald green looks pretty good. He Yige knows this thing. My brother used to use this thing The mucus is applied to his scars to moisturize the skin.

Do you also apply it as an ointment?

……

Squeeze the toothpaste slowly. Although I have been used to it for a few days, I still feel that the taste is a bit weird, like chewing a lot of mint.

Rinse your mouth, lick your lips, it's cool.

Turn back to the house.

Pushing open the door of the inner room, it turns out that there is a small room inside, which is so narrow that only a bed can fit in it. On the wall is a simple homemade bookshelf, hanging with ropes, and some old books are scattered here and there.

When the small door was closed, He Dalong was still talking in his sleep, and then there was a dull sound of turning over.

He Yige lay quietly on the hardwood bed, the quilt on his body was quite thick, it had been exposed to the sun two days ago, it was heavy but warm.

Close your eyes.

Some memories of the original owner jumped into the mind, being kicked and beaten by a drunk father, being bullied by male classmates with sneering and shoving, because of the disdainful eyes of the poor study teacher, the disgusted eyes of the girl who had a crush on knowing it, and the mother’s infancy when she was young. Leaving without saying goodbye, aunt's disgust, cousin's disdain, uncle's indifference...

Are you miserable?

After these words came to mind.

A tear fell silently from the corner of He Yige's eye, in the silent environment.

He Yige wiped away the tears indifferently, the tears are definitely not from him, is it from this body?It is wronged?

The memory seems to make the former person very painful, and He Yige seems to comfort it.

The tone was still dull and said, "In this case, in the future, uh, I will live for you..."

After a while, as if relieved, the eyes blurred by tears finally returned to clarity, and the emotions did not have the stagnation just now.

He Yige closed his eyes again and fell asleep peacefully.

Brother and An Qing.

Are you still alive?