I am Chrollo

I am Chrollo

Author: Angel

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you comfort me by saying

Betrayal has been there since the beginning

I don't know it's all because of me

Actually in the end

I betrayed you first

In the end it was fate that made me

Or did I write my destiny?

[The underworld brother who died of betrayal was reborn as Kuroro with his memory. 】

Simply tell a story about Kuroro, love, brothers, brigade, happiness, tears, deceit, betrayal.

Drama.The author researched the party and tried his best not to collapse.

Author 272:

[Reiterate: There have been multiple CPs, but 1V1, but it is not ruled out that someone has a crush on the leader. 】

Content tags: Hunter's Enmity, Resentment, Past Life, Rebirth

Search keywords: Protagonist: Kuroro┃Supporting roles: Hisoka, Ilmi, Phantom Troupe, Knight, Twins┃Others: time travel, hunter fan, Phantom Troupe, Kurapika, Qiya

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☆, time travel · rebirth · father

Two rows of brothers in suits stood solemnly. Although this was a resplendent hall, the oppressive atmosphere was still spreading.The high-level meeting of the underworld organization's non-human group was about to be held, and Liao Kai made a small move to Meng Yao who was behind him.Immediately afterwards, the bald boy Meng Yao stepped forward and leaned against him.

"Brother Kai, don't accept this mission." Meng Yao whispered in Liao Kai's ear, "We won't be in the limelight."

Liao Kai nodded, and he gestured to Meng Yao, which meant "you too".

He began to recall that Meng Yao had chatted with him in the bar before the meeting started.

Meng Yao's bald head took off the dog skin of his suit, and Er Manzi's image was restored again. He squinted and squinted his eyes: "The vice president has already made some moves. He always wanted to be righteous, but the elder brother didn't respond. The elders are not involved in this matter either. Originally, it was not easy for us to interfere with the unpopular transaction partner this time. The unpopular is an old school in this city. Assassinating their Vietnamese transaction partner is purely looking for trouble for the inhuman group .”

Liao Kai turned on the fire, looked at the girls dancing in front of the box, took a deep breath and said, "You can't say that, our team planned to kill the unpopular people very early, I think the trigger is this time they and Vietnam It’s a drug deal. Kill the Vietnamese trade partner, this task is an opportunity, if you succeed, you will rise all the way, if you fail, you will become a victim of the struggle between the vice president and the main association.”

After the memories were over, the president came in, followed by the vice president.

"Brother." In the same voice, Liao Kai lowered his head and watched them walk to the front.

Then the eldest brother didn't speak, and the person beside him made a gesture, which was the last thing Liao Kai wanted to see.According to the rules, it is necessary to smoke incense to pay homage to Guan Erye. If this method is used, it may be whoever is smoked.In a box of incense, there were no more and no less than the number of people present, and one of them was broken in half.

When it was Liao Kai's turn, he walked up to Second Master Guan, glanced at Second Master Guan who was blushing, closed his eyes, and took out one.

Broken incense.

Liao Kai's heart skipped a beat, he had to accept this task.The person serving beside him smiled: "Hey, the second in command of Baihutang, Brother Kai, you won the lottery. Congratulations to Brother Kai for his promotion soon."

Liao Kai stared at the man's mouth expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled when the man was a little nervous: "Thank you for your congratulations."

……

Someone betrayed himself!Liao Kai evacuated from the banquet room with wide eyes covered in blood, stumbled and ran along the long corridor, leaving blood stains all the way behind him.Unsurprisingly, after turning the corner, the two Vietnamese who greeted them in front of them looked at themselves in surprise and raised their guns at the same time.

Half of the brothers brought by Liao Kai died, and he himself was hacked multiple times. The unpopular had already got the news, and the Vietnamese trading partners were surrounded by armed forces.It's not an unpopular problem, it's the cannibalism of the non-human group. This task itself is a bait, and it's used by the vice president to deprive the regular subordinates of their strength.Liao Kai clutched his wounded abdomen, and the bodies of the two Vietnamese were under his feet.

Liao Kai thought a long time ago what would happen if he died.

He fantasizes about being like a normal person, sitting on an old man's chair under a big tree, shaking the cattail fan in his hand, watching his children and grandchildren in the distance, and watching them play and play in the sun.With the crushed tea made by his wife beside him, the fragrance of the tea lingers in his nose, he can leave with satisfaction like an ordinary old man, his face full of happy folds caused by a smile.

But those fantasies were shattered at the age of 17 when he smashed the heads of street gangsters with bricks.Then Liao Kai picked up his disheveled younger sister and started walking home. He was silent that night, watching his younger sister who had been dependent on him since he was a child. The knife is out.

Liao Kai turned a corner again, leaving his memories behind his hasty pace. He had to escape here to survive. The hotel's banquet hall was in front of him, which was the most likely place to cause confusion.

Liao Kai's gun ran out of bullets, and he elbowed a big man in a suit, and walked through the entire banquet hall covered in blood.Meng Yao, who was invited to the banquet, looked at him blankly, and then his eyes became vicious, full of hatred. He seemed to be trying to restrain himself, and he had to do his best as a philanthropist and not jump up to help Liao Kai.

Liao Kai looked at Meng Yao with desolate eyes. After Meng Yao gritted his teeth and made a mouth shape, Liao Kai was relieved.Meng Yao mouthed to him "Liao Rou has me."

His sister he can rest assured.

His eyes instantly became fierce and brutal, scanning everyone here with a deep-seated hatred for everyone.

"I'll return it even if I'm a ghost!!!" Like a ghost in hell, Liao Kai cursed viciously with his bloodstained face, dragged his mutilated body and ran to the door, behind him were many unpopular people with guns.Under the scorching midday sun, Liao Kai fell in the middle of the hot asphalt road. He was shot several times, his right hand was broken, and blood was still bleeding from his chopped shoulder and waist.

He fell to the ground panting heavily, his thigh was blasted by the spinning bullet, and he couldn't run anymore.

The hot asphalt road burned the tender flesh on his cheeks, as if this was too far from the way of death he had originally thought. At the same time, under the sun, one was happiness and the other was pain.He saw someone appear above him, a gun aimed at his temple.

"Death will never let you go..." His bloodshot and swollen eyes looked at the gunman resentfully like a poisonous snake, and before he finished speaking, he heard gunshots all over his body.

I sat up suddenly, opened my eyes wide in horror and scanned the surroundings, sweating all over, and shaking uncontrollably.On a summer night, the air was a bit muggy, but the evening breeze blew in through the open windows, cooling the sweaty body.In the dim room, a desk lamp with its cap lowered in front of it exudes soft light, and a man is sitting at the table writing something.

Yes, I was dreaming again, dreaming about the pain that I was unwilling to forget in my previous life.No matter which world you go to, or if you reincarnate and change your identity, the past is still deeply etched in your memory, making it impossible for people to forget easily.Including the deep despair of being betrayed.

Sometimes I think, since it is the pain of betrayal, why do I have to carry these memories with me in this life? This is a bit sad.But suddenly I am grateful for those memories, allowing me to still be myself.

Although I have lived with my new body for eight years.

"Sissi, are you having nightmares again?" came a soft baritone voice, and the bearded father stood up and came to the bed. He stroked my hair with his rough hands, then slid to my back and patted me gently. with me.Immediately, I felt that the hatred and viciousness just now disappeared, and I also relaxed, and my father's palm was very warm.

I, who had no fatherly love in my previous life, yearned for the tenderness of this moment. I rested my head on his not-so-broad shoulders and hugged him.This is something I never thought about in my last life. I admit that I am acting like a baby, but who says it can't be done?

"If you're still afraid, then don't go to bed." My father was generous, picked me up and walked to the table, and let me sit on his lap to watch him write.

He is a fairy tale writer, but he is poor. I have only remembered him and this dilapidated tube building since I was born. We lived in a single room together.Life is hard, no education, but I don't care about any of that.

The father I care about, I like his kindness, his love for children, the loving eyes he looks at me, and his not very broad shoulders, yes, he doesn't look tall.

"Xixi, Dad's book is finally going to be published this time. It's a series. What's your name?"

I looked at the author's name on the front sample book: Tom Luceiro.

"Call it 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'." I had some impressions of it in my previous life. During my few school years before I was 17, it explained the word "loyalty" to me and made it a Faith in my life.But the irony is that my death turned the past all over the place.

"Good name." Father wrote the name on it.

It was very bright when I woke up the next day. I overslept, and my father should have gone out early.There was a pot of green melon mixed with vinegar on the simple dining table, and I finished my meal with the remaining hard bread.Just as I was bulging my cheeks, chewing the last bite of rice and washing the rice bowl, the door was slapped.

"Squeeze Semir (what are you in a hurry for)?" I swallowed my food vaguely, went to open the door, and threw the dishwater on the face of the person outside the door.

Standing outside the door was a child who was about the same size as me, skinny and thin, with a sallow and emaciated complexion.The short red hair gave him a lot of energy, but the small, lifeless eyes would make people think he was still asleep.He took a few steps back and looked at me in disgust, then wiped the water off his face casually.

"Ku Xixi! Don't forget that you are going to fight me today! If I lose, you will get the piece! You can't delay the time for the decisive battle any longer!" The visitor looked at me aggressively. His name was The mountain ghost is a child picked up by a drunkard who lives on the third floor of the opposite Tongzi building.

If you ask me why I don't go to kindergarten, I can only say that the standard of living here is low and it belongs to a poor area.The two tube buildings are connected together and stand facing each other. A group of half-grown kids are beating up on those discarded building materials every day to occupy the site. The mountain ghost in front of me is the king of children who has never met my eyes.

I didn't say much to him, and with a gesture of please, he swaggered and started to lead the way with the stick he couldn't leave.I have always let them not to care about it, and I am always harassed, throwing bricks at my house for nothing. I live on the second floor, and I am still very upset to see urine and soil clods in front of the door.It seems that there will be a break today.

They stand on the "mountain", and I stand below.The mountain ghost climbed up swiftly and said: "We don't bully you. I want to fight you one-on-one. If you lose, you will take care of it. Don't always look down on everyone with arrogance. I bother you with that look."

I smiled at him and applauded his move.

Then he trotted all the way up the mountain and raised the stick in his hand. Who said that it would be fair?I don't have a weapon in my hand.Then he fell to the ground in this posture, and the soil choked him up and coughed.I took him down with one hand.

It's simple: tickle him.

Of course, this didn't convince him at all. I made a good move, and as soon as he got up, I grabbed his arm and pinned him to the ground behind me, and then beat him violently.Little brat, you pissed on my door without knowing how serious it is, I will spank your ass.

Shan Gui lost very badly today, he sat on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face and said nothing, resentfully watching those little kids who surrounded him in the past shouting happily at each other. Of course, this title is for me now.

Sometimes it is not a good thing for a child to know this sense of gap early on, but this is reality and exists in every detail of life.These are things that I have understood a long time ago, so I can live longer.

I turned around and left. The mountain ghost got up and patted the dirt on his buttocks to stop me and said viciously: "I lost, and I am convinced. I should call you... King." The former "subordinates" laughed heartlessly.

But being brave is what I appreciate, so I patted him on the shoulder to tease him: "I will make you a great general, and help me lead my troops in the future!"

A child is a child, the red-haired kid stared at him, flashed something, and asked excitedly: "Really? Then I can lead them in the future? I will live up to the king's responsibility!"

Speak righteous words, impassioned.I can be happy in an instant, the life of a child is really simple, but I can no longer live in this mood.I don't know if the memory of my previous life is good for me. It can teach me to live better and have the skills to fight, but it also leaves behind cruelty and killing.

This also indicates that I will never be able to live like a normal person in this life.

When I got home that night, my father was home early, and he put a small triangular cream cake in front of me: "Look, what is this."

I pretended to be very happy to take it as if I had never seen it before, and tasted it, it was sweet, sweet to my heart.Although its sweetness is a bit astringent, it is inferior cream, and even a more delicious cake has been eaten before, but the meaning is different.I will push the remaining half to my father.

He seemed very happy, dancing and touching my head from time to time.After carefully taking a bite of the cream, he pushed the cake back to me and said, "Xixi, I want to tell you some good news, it's not just that Dad made money..."

I raised my head and looked at him carefully, only to hear him say: "Your mother and your brother have decided to come back and live together."

I took a sip and said doubtfully, "Yes, I don't have much impression of my mother."

"Yes, my mother took her younger brother and left for many reasons, but it's different now. My father's life will get better and better when he has money." He hugged me happily and kissed me. It made me itchy, so I smiled and pushed him away.

"I forgot to say that your brother's name is very similar to yours. His name is Kuroro."

I swallowed the last bite of the cake, as if I remembered something, and stared at my father's back, I was stunned.

"Kuroro Lusiru...?"

The author has something to say: everyone, please help me find my home message gentleman!

My family left a message to play hide-and-seek with me and disappeared Q盗Q!

Girls, if you find it, you must bring it back!Thank you all!

PS: To explain the background, one foreshadowing.

☆, 3 mountain ghost · go to school · punishment

I looked at the person in the mirror. The clean little face had big black eyes, which reflected luster like black pearls.I heard that children's eyes can project a clean soul, but I have no expression in the mirror, and my eyes rarely fluctuate like stagnant water.Now I am wearing a small white shirt like a dog, with a red bow on the neckline.

But I'm actually quite satisfied, at least I don't need to be compared with the squinting clown kid of Shan Gui. Seeing this face seems to be able to predict the future of this person's chic, but not mine.

It belongs to the kid named Kuroro, no, not the kid, the bandit leader.

Stop thinking about it!I sat down on the bed with a sigh and tried to spell my father's last name again.

"Lu Xilu... Kurolo Lu Xilu." The answer was still the same.When this name jumped out of the dust of the years and ran in front of me again, it shone like a pearl, and there were beautiful memories of childhood there.Back then, Liao Rou and I lived together in the orphanage. We didn't have to worry about the next meal in our daily life, we could read and play.

So one day I found a comic called Hunter x Hunter in the back of the bookshelf.

"Dong dong——" a knock on the door interrupted my memory. There were father's footsteps outside the door, and two others.I jumped off the bed and accidentally twisted my foot. To be honest, it was because of some resistance in my heart that I tremblingly walked over and opened the door.

There was an identical face outside the door, he was also clean, looking at me with those big curious eyes, his eyes were shining.These are the eyes they mentioned that can reflect the pure soul. I suddenly thought of my own eyes in the mirror. These are two huge differences.

"Lolo, call me brother." The middle-aged woman was a little fat, but she smiled kindly.

"Brother." The crisp voice made me stand there not knowing what to say.My father put down the big and small bags and helped me out, "Xixi is a bit introverted, I'm afraid he was shocked to see two brothers who are exactly the same."

I walked away quickly with a huff, and I could even feel those eyes staring at my back.I went to the bag to help my father take care of it, and put the washbasin and toothbrush back in place. When I got a heavy schoolbag, I was surprised at how heavy it was.

"I'll just do these things, Luo Luo hurry up and help brother." Mother tidied up the clothes and put them in the closet.

Surprised to feel the touch on my hands, a pair of cold little hands unwrapped the shoulder straps of my schoolbag for me.Seeing my inquisitive eyes, he simply opened the schoolbag, and there was a neat stack of books inside, and then he put the books one by one on his father's desk, forgetting to say that his father also rented the single room next to him, and put the two books together. The single rooms were combined.

I looked at those titles with some envy.

"Basic Mathematical Calculus", "Nature and Science (Children's Edition)", "Learn to Write Good Handwriting", "Basic Enrollment"...

I haven't read a book for a long time.

All thirst for knowledge has been blocked in the summer of 17 years ago.

My hands trembled as I stroked those textbooks. Each book was heavy, and I could even smell the fragrance of printed paper when I opened it.I looked at the math books and was pleasantly surprised to find some of them familiar to me.

"School starts in a few days, Xixi should go to school with my brother."

The middle-aged woman smiled and touched my head, her eyes were as kind as my father's.Let me accidentally, my eyes are wet.I swallowed silently and smiled at her.

"thanks Mom."

Here, more taste of home.

In the middle of the night, I quietly pulled back the quilt, lest I would wake up Kuroro who was on the same bed as me.Tiptoely put on a coat and ran out, walked between the two tube buildings, and knocked on the door of Shangui's house.

"Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?" The mountain ghost quietly opened the door a crack, and he looked at me strangely. He has already gotten to know me these few days, and he admires me so much that he became a good brother with me.

"I miss you." I said boldly, and I was about to open the door and go in.In fact, God knows that I want to find someone to talk about my awkward mood.

He looked at me with some concern, then looked around the room, and whispered: "My dad just fell asleep, and he drank and made a fuss for a while tonight. Keep your voice down."

I lifted my foot carefully, and it seemed that I accidentally stepped on something when I landed. The sound of a wine bottle rolling by was particularly harsh in the silence.The mountain ghost pinched me, as if hating me for not being able to live up to my expectations.I saw him lying down, walking forward on his knees, groping in the dark to put the wine bottles upright and line them up, then pulled my trousers and followed him.

He knew exactly where the bottles were, but he did so lest I should step on them.Seeing him kneeling on the ground and walking forward, I was moved, and my mood began to improve for no reason, and the depression during the day was swept away.

Finally we managed to get to the bedroom, he carefully closed the door and lit a candle, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, watching me sitting on the bed unceremoniously: "My great-uncle, you are so old at night. Where is it playing? Yo, dressed like a dog."

Under the candle light, the mountain ghost's red hair became redder, and its face became much more ruddy. I forced a smile: "I suddenly have a younger brother who looks exactly like me."

"I said, don't say hello to me today!" Shan Gui punched me angrily when he thought of this, "So that's not you, I think your dad is holding hands with a fat woman, that little darling, that treasure, That squeamishness."

I know he is envious, he has no mother.He slapped him and said, "I'm also worried about this, what should I do?"

"That's needless to say!" The mountain ghost stood up from the bed, "Don't worry, with me helping you, are you afraid that your father will be snatched away by him? The boy's ass will bloom!"

Hey, what did I hear, that ugly red-haired kid with squinting eyes said that he wanted to open the ass of the bandit leader who will surprise the world in the future?Then you won't even know how you died!

I pulled him standing on the bed and covered his mouth: "Stinky boy, you forgot that your father is sleeping!" The mountain ghost blinked and looked at me with a smile in his eyes.At night, when the children gathered together, they would have swept away the loneliness of the night, but now they had to be careful under the watchful eyes of their father, which aroused the vigilance of the young man and made him feel a kind of rebellious joy.

I let go of my hand, folded it behind my head and looked at the tattered ceiling of his house with strips of paper, and a few strips of paper fell down.

"I'm going to elementary school with him."

The mountain ghost got up and put his hands on top of me and asked, "Are you going to school?" The envy in his eyes was obvious, "Then what should I do?" He frowned.

I slapped him down: "I'll teach you when I come back."

He cheered up: "Yes, although my father doesn't have extra money to let me go to school, you will teach me the same after you know it." As I said, I stretched out my little finger to tell me what to do, and I smiled and stretched out my little finger.

He didn't doubt my ability, he said "you come back and teach me", and he didn't think about what you can't learn how to do.It feels really good to be trusted by someone wholeheartedly. I shrunk my shoulders under the thin quilt and watched him face to face with his eyes closed.

In fact, the mountain ghost looks good when he is asleep. His eyelashes are long, and his face is thin and fleshless, as if cut by a sword. When he grows up, he has a very good-looking face.

I silently said good night and closed my eyes, I'm sure I'll have a good dream tonight.

I can't get rid of the little tail behind me.It takes a while to get from home to the elementary school on the edge of the city. When we go to school, my father rides a bicycle to the front and back to send it to school. After school, we have to run home by ourselves.This journey is nothing to me, but it is a bit long for Kuroro. I can’t say anything about his physique, and one more thing to pay attention to is: the dead child picked up a dog halfway.

Why did he pick up the dog?How many dogs die on the side of the road every day, I glanced coldly at Kuroro who was holding the dog.What if he never lived in the slums?As long as Kuroro doesn't care about this newborn puppy, someone will cook it for soup in a while. Besides, is our family rich?Having a dog is such a luxury.

The puppy is white, has not been weaned, and its eyes have not been opened, and it may not be able to support it if it is taken back.

But what do you want me to say?Maybe if I say something to him, tears will come out of his big eyes, and I will buckle up another shit bowl for bullying my brother.I can only watch him hugging the puppy and following me wheezingly.

"How long will it take to get home?" I looked back at him abruptly, now I have long since lost the title of bandit leader, this kid in front of me is always polite but a little timid, out of gregarious.

He didn't speak, just stared at me pitifully.

I stretched out my hand to pick up the dog in his arms, and he suddenly stepped back and looked at me in panic, as if he was afraid that I would take his dog and throw him to the ground. Is this the impression I left on him? ?I caught up with him and took off his schoolbag, put it on my back and started running.

When he got home, he was indeed criticized by his mother, and sat on the steps by himself, refusing to enter the door, holding the half-dead and howling puppy in his arms.He was still outside when I sat at the dinner table until my father came home and ushered him in.

"If you want to keep Luoluo, then you can raise it. It's the same when you throw away the leftovers." Father touched Ku Luoluo's head, and the latter cheered for a while, and promised to pick up only this one.

I curled my lips, and when I started eating, I would act like a baby, which I wouldn't do.

Facts have proved that the trick of acting like a baby is not enough for everything.It only works when used with seniors who are much older than themselves.But right now, Kuroro was robbed of fruit after lunch at school, he pulled the sleeve of the senior and frowned.

"That'smine."

"I know it's yours, but now it's mine." The bald head with hanging eyes reminded me of the cruel Meng Yao, my good brother from the previous life, but Meng Yao had a long scar on his face.He looks like Meng Yao, which gives me a sense of intimacy. I'm used to seeing these things, and I don't plan to care about them.

But if you don't plan to care, it doesn't mean you won't be dragged into it. In a blink of an eye, Ku Luoluo turned his head and saw me shouting my name: "Xixige!"

Brother, look at your face, don't you see the three of them?I hastily stuffed the green crystal pear into my mouth, took a big bite, and looked at the senior students over there.So you can't steal from me, right?

"Bastard, are you demonstrating? Let me clean up you kid."

"Hey, dear brother!" As he said, he slapped the pear that I had just bitten out of my hand.The pears rolled to the ground with a layer of soil.

I:"……"

I knew there was trouble wherever that guy was!I picked up the pencil case and gave the three people their heads full of bags, and snatched their fruit along the way, and sat in my seat and watched the three people flee as if nothing happened.

I was invited into the office during the self-study class in the afternoon.The old woman looked at me seriously, she slowed down her voice slightly: "Kurolo?"

"No, I'm Kuxisi." I corrected her, and her face darkened, as if being corrected hurt her face.

This kind of elementary school is where multiple teachers share an office, and they just set up a table for each of them. The math teacher on the left leaned over and said, "Just remember that Luo Luo is the quiet and well-behaved one."

The distinction is very clear, I can't give him a blank look with my head down.

The old woman's homeroom teacher cleared her throat again: "What did the teacher say after the homework was assigned in the self-study? The teacher said not to look up during the self-study, right? But why do you look up every time the teacher walks in the door, Ku Xixi?" ? Do you have to be serious about doing homework? Don’t think about other things, you have to concentrate to be worthy of your parents’ entrustment to you, do you think the teacher is right?”

A bunch of rhetorical questions bombarded and exploded, making it difficult for students to parry.In view of my correct attitude of admitting my mistakes, the old woman let me go and let me go home, but it was already dark at this time.

This is not what I want, I pulled a wry smile, feeling a little depressed.

In the last life, when someone approached, there was always a desire to control his movements at any time. Those of us were afraid that the other party would draw a gun and draw a cold knife if the negotiation was wrong, and cause a lot of disputes. Come here Anyone can be an enemy.

This sense of vigilance has saved me many times. This is a habit that has been flowing in my bones for a long time, and it cannot easily disappear with reincarnation.So when the old woman stepped into the classroom door, I could always hear the subtle and imperceptible footsteps and suddenly raised my head to stare at her; when someone approached easily, my attention was more vigilant than usual; When people touch, the muscles will suddenly tighten uncontrollably, and then slowly relax.

Isn't that right?I am a little confused.Isn't it wrong to be vigilant at all times in order to protect your own life?If this is the world of full-time hunters, and if the little brother who follows me is really an S-rank wanted criminal who will kill countless people in the future, I am afraid that my vigilance is not enough to survive in the world.

Is it because a peaceful life cannot tolerate my existence, or is it that people like me are not qualified to enjoy a peaceful life?

I was a little depressed, and my hand tightened on the shoulder strap of my schoolbag.

When I walked out of the office door, I found a person sitting on the steps. The person raised his head and smiled when he saw me coming out, and asked worriedly, "Mr. Ren hasn't said anything about you for so long, right?"

Looking at Kuroro's concerned eyes, I suddenly relaxed a little, let those all go to hell.Kuroro has become smaller and cuter, I still think about what to do with those who don't?

So I smiled: "It's okay, let's go home."

The author has something to say: Ku Luoluo inevitably couldn't help these details of life when he was a teenager.

Please read on patiently!

The message gentleman appeared!do not run!Wait for me!

Don't hurry up, everyone!

272 is very good to the message gentleman, there is a call to Bing!

PS: Foreshadowing 2!Look for it!

☆、4 Friendship·Brother·Dependence

Kuroro will probably never be able to intervene in the friendship between me and the mountain ghost, although his homework grades are better than mine (because my writing in the introductory text class is always crooked).He would sometimes teach us the answer when the mountain ghost and I struggled with a question, but this couldn't change the mountain ghost's dislike for him.

I also don't want to admit that I am not as good as that little guy. The math here is still a little different from what I have learned in the past.Let me change my previous concepts and re-establish a thinking operation system. I am afraid that it is much more difficult to change a painting than to paint on a white canvas.

From time to time, the mountain ghost bullied his little white dog to play when Kuroro was away, and that dog was named Coke by Kuroro.In fact, the mountain ghost was envious of Kuroro. When he teased the dog, he couldn't hide his love for the little animals.

Life is so ordinary, I have a family that I never imagined in my previous life, parents, and brothers.

My miss for Liao Rou sometimes turns into love and pity for the mountain ghost, but for Kuroro it is because his name is not very close to him.He watched me play with the mountain ghost from a distance, envious, and more careful about my expression, sometimes trying to please me.

He yearns for a brotherly love.

My heart can't be relieved, and I can't do anything about it.In fact, he already has a lot of good things.

"Brother..." Ku Luoluo woke me up in the middle of the night, crying, "Coke is going to die."

Pushed by him, I sat up and saw that he was really crying this time instead of just thundering and not raining, so I listened to him while getting dressed.Kuroro held the grown-up Coke in his arms. Its belly was round, and it could only breathe out and couldn't breathe.

"Brother... Coke is going to die, what should I do... woo woo woo..." Big drops of tears poured out, and the little face was already crying. Today, my parents happened to be away, so my mother went with my father. I went to the city to attend a writers conference.

"Did it hurt your stomach?" Or got a strange disease?I didn't dare to say it because I was afraid that Kuroro would be worried. There was a thunder outside, and the rainstorm in the summer night crashed down, cracking the glass on the window.

"I... woo woo woo, I gave the chocolate that Ali gave me to Coke, woo woo..." Kuroro cried out of breath, I was really afraid that he would choke and collapse.

But it's ok, boy, just skip a piece of chocolate for Coke, and put me behind the dogs.Suddenly I froze for a moment, am I used to Kuroro's careful overtures?Still looking forward to his special attention to me, why... I would look forward to it?This is by no means what I am looking forward to eating a piece of chocolate, but what I am looking forward to from Kuroro...

Before I had time to think about it, Kuroro's crying brought me back to my senses, and I put on the only raincoat for Kuroro, and I grabbed a handful of the money my father had left, stuffed it into my pocket, and ran out.As soon as I went out, the heavy rain poured over my face and poured a chill on my heart.

Our slum building is located at the junction of the city and the town, and it is farther to go to the city than to go to the town.Across this small river, and then through a small forest, the town is not far away.But the torrential rain caused the river to swell so much that the big stones that were stepped on before crossing the river were already submerged by the river.

When I stepped on the rock, Kuroro looked back and stood on the bank, pacing anxiously, not daring to go into the water. I stretched out my hand and he hesitated for a few seconds, biting his lip, and took my hand.When I got to the middle of the river, the person behind me didn't stand still. I slipped on a stone and slipped into the water, pulling me vigorously along the flow.

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