Yuhe

Song Yuhe's tears were almost running dry, when suddenly a small stone hit him hard on his back, he turned around, and there was a seven or eight year old boy standing on a big stone carving, holding a small stone cunningly looking at him.

"You're such a grown-up, yet you still cry so much." The little boy mocked, but Song Yuhe's eyes were fixed on the two pointed horns on his head.

This is a little devil.

He jumped off the stone sculpture and said with a condescending face, "It's pitifully stupid to actually believe in human beings."

"You know I am..." Before Song Yuhe finished speaking, the little guy interrupted directly: "I don't know, but I know that you can see that student's soul and his memories."

"But he is really pitiful. He has encountered such unlucky things." The boy changed his tone and mourned a few times.

Song Yuhe knew that he was a demon, and because the other party was young, there was no threat to him yet.

"Hey, are you an angel or a devil? I only know one angel in this school, and I haven't found a little devil yet. After all, the devil who can go to the world to study is one in a million." The little boy raised his head proudly. looked up.

He doesn't hide the small horns on his head, which is also a symbol of beauty and strength to him.

It's a pity that such a cute little boy with big eyes and round face is always talking fiercely, which is really a shame.

Song Yuhe didn't really want to talk to him, the boy felt his disgust and restrained a few times, and still pestered him to see what would happen on top of his head.

Song Yuhe was also soft-tempered, and couldn't bear to be stalked so badly by others, so he could only say, "Don't regret it after reading it."

He exerted a little force, and a small halo emerged from the top of his head. That halo was much dimmer than the light of purebred angels. The light of purebred angels was always as bright as the sun, but his seemed to absorb the sun's light and emit light. The moonlight came out, very cold.

The child was too short, so he was asked to squat down, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw such an angel halo, and he shouted: "It's actually a half-angel, I've never seen it before."

"I'm very disappointed..." Song Yuhe knew that they were more contemptuous, or completely despised his existence.

"Cool!" The boy didn't show the expression he expected, but he was no longer as mean as he was at the beginning, and seemed to have a lot of interest in him.

"Half-angel is a very powerful existence. I heard that half-angel fights very well. No angel can beat it."

"Huh?" This is the first time Song Yuhe heard such a statement. It is different from the angels he asked before. In the past, those angels would just let him go. Only senior Fang Weiyi treated him well, but he never Having said that.

"Hello, you." The boy called Song Yuhe again, as if he had something important to announce, "My name is Lu Chengming, and I'm in the second grade now. What's your name?"

He stretched out his hand like a little adult, inviting Song Yuhe to shake hands.

Song Yuhe was a little hesitant. This was the first time he had dealt with the devil so seriously. Knowing that the other party had urged him several times, he stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "My name is Song Yuhe, a first-year junior high school student."

Song Yuhe... Song Yuhe...

The little boy silently recited it several times in his heart. The name Song Yuhe always felt familiar and he seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

"Damn! Song Yuhe!" He suddenly roared, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Isn't Song Yuhe just the student who broadcasts every day in the school talking about how many prizes he has won in competitions? This kind of person who keeps company with books every day and doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, unexpectedly appeared in front of him today.

"Then you must be very smart!" The little kid immediately changed his face and wandered around Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe didn't know how to answer, after all, just now the kid was still scolding himself for being stupid, people's definition of smart is always changing.

"You're so smart, so you should be able to understand what I'm saying," Lu Chengming continued, "Never trust humans too much, it's easy to be unlucky if you follow humans."

"What about your human parents?" Song Yuhe asked.

"He, they have been kind to me in nurturing me. We are like relatives. I'm talking about those unrelated human beings." Lu Chengming immediately jumped up and explained.

In fact, he lied, and the demons who come to the world to study are not necessarily one in a million, and sometimes they crawl out of the ground by themselves.

His human parents were the only couple to take him in.

They treat Lu Chengming as their own, and Lu Chengming is also very grateful to this human couple, and finally decided to help this kind couple and inherit their inheritance...

"Brother Jin Zhong is also my relative, I will trust him." Song Yuhe said silently.

"But he doesn't believe you!" Lu Chengming said again, "Since he doesn't believe you so much, you can't let him believe you. It is difficult for human beings to build trust."

"What about your parents? Do they trust you?"

"I don't know, because I never tell them. I'm much smarter than you. I never say things that they don't understand. Even if I did, I would only talk to angels or my own kind." Lu Chengming It doesn't matter, anyway, whoever says it is an idiot.

Facts have proved that Lu Chengming is right, it is easy to believe that the only one who suffers from human beings is the one who suffers in the end.

It's just that Song Yuhe didn't know.

The person who treated him best since he was a child was his human mother, which made him only get close to human beings, and those so-called similar people only rejected themselves.

Lu Chengming asked Song Yuhe for his contact information, and told him to spend more time with angels and demons, and learn how to put a hot face on a cold ass. After all, an angel is still an angel no matter how bad he is, and an angel with a second life.

When Song Yuhe came out of the woods, the person lying on the ground had been covered with a white cloth, and the blood around him had dried and turned black.

At first, a girl was crying nearby, and then a woman knelt on the hard concrete floor and cried loudly.

Song Yuhe couldn't see the woman's face, only her back, which was obviously just a back, but it always reminded him of his mother.

If she died like this, her mother would be as distraught as she was.

At the thought of this, anger began to spread again, he clenched his fists tightly, no longer looked or listened, he just wanted those who made mistakes to get the punishment they deserved.

However, to his disappointment, after several days, the school continued to operate as if this had never happened.

Xin Feng returned to class as before, bragging loudly in class about what kind of person he met in the police station, and finally concluded that it was nothing more than that.

But that's all...it's just that for those dignitaries...

It seems that for human beings, some people's lives are nothing more than that. Why are some people so humble when they are also lives?What did they do wrong again.

The boy was declared an accidental death, and his mother received a sum of compensation for it.

A person's life is probably just a sum of money to those people, a sum of money that is not painful, to them, it means worthless.

After that, when Song Yuhe saw Xu Jinzhong playing with Xin Feng, Song Yuhe ignored Xu Jinzhong and hated Xin Feng even more.

He has never understood why this kind of person still has people playing with him, why people are always easily deceived by their appearance.

Once he ignored Brother Jin Zhong, Song Yuhe would secretly wipe away his tears when he was in a place where no one was around. He was the one who started the cold war, and he was the one who was most saddened.

It was the first time that Xu Jinzhong hadn't spoken to Song Yuhe for so long. Seeing that he was in a bad state recently, he thought of what he said to him before, and he was a little dubious. In the end, he dragged his relationship and found someone to check those little gangsters.

Those gangsters finally took the money and said everything. It was indeed they who came to teach the boy on the rooftop, but the boy stepped on the ground by himself. Afterwards, Xu Jinzhong investigated the boy's background and found out that he was indeed a single parent. family.

After learning that there was only one helpless mother left, Xu Jinzhong was also a little sympathetic and shocked. He probably understood why Yuhe was so emotional at the time, but after checking where the boy lived, he finally understood why Song Yuhe would say that he was I live with my mother.

After all, Teacher Song also stayed in this place.

That day, Xu Jinzhong knocked on the door of Song Yuhe's room with a box of chocolates. When Song Yuhe saw that it was Xu Jinzhong who turned around and wanted to close the door, he directly blocked it with his body.

"Yuhe, I believe in you." Xu Jinzhong said.

When Song Yuhe heard this sentence, he didn't resist as much as before, because he just wanted to hear this sentence these days, and just such a sentence could make him completely forgive Xu Jinzhong, all he needed was Brother Jinzhong's trust.

"I'm sorry for the student's death. There is only one mother left in his family, and Xin Feng hired someone to beat the student. You are right." Xu Jinzhong said seriously .

He thinks that Yu He is really too smart. Just by seeing the scene and getting along with the victim, he can connect them through his own logic and form a complete story.

"Then...Brother Jin Zhong, do you believe that I can see those souls?" Song Yuhe asked, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Well, I believe it," Xu Jinzhong took out the chocolate and handed it to Song Yuhe, "I believe everything Yuhe says."

Song Yuhe felt warm in his heart, it turned out that being trusted by others was such a good thing, he forgave Xu Jinzhong by taking the chocolate.

The chocolate tastes sweet when it melts in the mouth, not at all like what the little devil said, people can understand it, and people will trust themselves.

Poor Yu He thought that she had always been believed, but later on, the more she wanted to believe, the more cautious she became.

It is human beings who bring us light, and it is also human beings who strangle our flames in darkness.