You don’t understand the happiness of pseudo-A

"A total of 240 yuan, does the handsome guy want a receipt?" The heavy rain finally made a beep, and the driver uncle parked the car on the side of the road in a good mood, and took out the payment QR code.

"Okay, thank you master." Xiang Yang scanned the QR code to pay and got off the car.

The night came quietly, the raindrops were pattering, and there were almost no fireworks on the whole street except for the colorful facades.

The half-dry clothes were sticking to the skin, slippery and wet, and the breeze was even a bit chilly. Around a few street corners, the old street lamps in the alley seemed to guide the way home.

Xiangyang stood awkwardly under the street lamp and leaned against the concrete wall. Looking up, he could see the internet café. It was different from the noisy and bustling front door. The back door was cold and lonely, like a forgotten barrenness. The smell, the mottled beams of light passing through the curtains on the first and second floors are vaguely mixed with shouts and curses from playing games, but the third floor is silent as if hidden in the night.

In my memory, my father's eyes always follow his mother involuntarily, taking care of her with extreme care. My mother always wears a plain long dress, her black hair reaches her waist, and often sits in different places. They are so dandy, and they will be shaken when they see their parents' love. They are very proud to be their children and very grateful to have such a beautiful family.

Until six years ago, a night of hell was nothing more than that. When I came home from school that day, my mother lay unconscious on the ground, and the shocking red was immersed in her, and I couldn’t remember what happened after that. Well, my mother has become a vegetative state, my father works overtime every day and rarely returns home, and sometimes he waits with sleepiness, but what he sees is also frowning and stern.

Probably not long after, Lu Ping brought his 7-year-old son to the house to recognize his ancestors. His father showed the only smile these days. Lu Ping was shy. He could only hide in a corner where no one could see, watching greedily, and he didn't even have the courage to come forward to quarrel and vent his anger.

Now, after all, it is because of the mother and son who reprimanded him with a look of disgust towards him, and he is really the only one left in the future.

"Come on! Look here!"

Xiang Yang turned his head subconsciously, a "click" and a tearful face appeared on the phone, Yuan Ze was holding the phone and holding an umbrella close to Xiang Yang's side.

"You... why are you here?" Xiang Yang restrained his emotions in a panic, but fortunately, the rain washed his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or raindrops.

"Wait for you, I'll be here after school." Yuan Ze was fiddling with the photo with his left hand, and covered Xiangyang with a large black bone-cut umbrella with his right hand.

"Are you investigating me?" Yuan Ze, who was a dramatist, felt calm when he saw it.

"Well, you also know that I sneaked out from home, I have nowhere to go, and only you know my true nature, so I can't do anything about it." Biting her thin lips lightly with tears in her eyes, the sea of ​​stars in her phoenix eyes seemed to be showing off again. magic.

"Impossible! Dreaming" Xiang Yang said resolutely, looking away.

"Okay, okay, let's be realistic. If you don't agree, I'll post your photo on the campus network, so they can see how cute and pitiful the school bully alpha is." Yuan Ze's lips were slightly upturned, and the devil's tail seemed to be wagging. behind.

"I don't care about others." Xiang Yang bypassed Yuan Ze and walked towards his house.