Morbid domestication

The story of Feng Jue is not long, and it takes only 5 minutes to finish it.

His story is very similar to the "The Little Prince" I read when I was young, except that he replaced the fox in the story with Mr. Star.

A lonely boy met his little prince in the garden, and the little prince gave the boy his star badge.

And tell the teenager: The stars are given to you, and you are the most brave and fearless Mr. Stars.

His deep and magnetic voice slowly sounded in the ward, and with the words in his mouth, my memory was pulled back to the early summer when the breeze was warm.

That is also the memory that I treasure in my brain and the last thing I want to touch.

At that time, I was still a child under the age of 9, I still had a happy family, and I had willful capital. I liked to mess around, and occasionally I was disgusted by others. My favorite thing was to carry my twin brother’s name , All kinds of troubles outside.

In fact, when I was in the villa at first, Feng Jue didn't lie to me about our encounter.

It was during the interval of participating in the piano competition. I couldn't bear the loneliness of waiting. While my mother was chatting with other people, I sneaked out by myself, still holding the book that my mother gave me because she was afraid that I would be bored.

The competition venue is a European-style auditorium, and this auditorium is located in the largest city garden in City A.

I don't quite remember what month it was, I just remember that I ran to the small pavilion surrounded by tulips, because I took a fancy to the swing chair in that pavilion.

I sat on the swing and continued to read the books I hadn't finished. I couldn't help laughing happily when I saw the wonderful places.

After a few times, I suddenly heard an impatient voice behind me: "It's so noisy."

I turned my head and found a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old in the backlight of the gazebo. He seemed to be reading a book too. I glanced over and saw that the other party seemed to be reading an obscure English book.

The boy stood up with a cold expression on his face. He seemed to be angry that he was disturbed. I watched him fit the book in his hand, as if he was going to walk away.

I wasn't repulsed by his attitude, I just thought it would be better to play alone than two people, and the brother in front of me was very good-looking, which made me like it just by looking at it.

I want to talk to him, want him to be a friend.

I first apologized to him, "I'm sorry, brother!"

He ignored me, I hurriedly got off the swing, crossed the pavilion, trying to catch up with him, and kept shouting: "Brother, wait for me!"

The other party stopped abruptly, but before I could stop, I bumped into his back.

The boy frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

I didn't care about my sore nose, I just showed him a big smile: "Hello."

The boy didn't speak, just looked at me coldly.

The more he behaves like this, the more childish desire to win and lose in my heart is aroused. Everyone around me who has seen me will like me, why is he the only one who treats me coldly?

The bad factors in my body were at work again, so I reached out to him intentionally: "Hi brother, my name is Xu Tang...Yi, you can also call me Xiaoyi."

The young man looked at my hand, but didn't reach out. He had disgust on his face, but I didn't care about his resistance at all, I just withdrew my hand and asked myself.

"Brother, are you also here to participate in the piano competition?"

Without waiting for his answer, I continued on my own: "I'm here to participate in the competition, but it will be afternoon when I take the stage, you look older than me, you should have finished the competition in the morning, then you talk What piece? I played "BalladepourAdeline."

"Brother, you don't know, this piece is so difficult, I practiced it for a long time, but my mother said that I am very talented, oh forgot to mention, my mother also learned piano..."

The boy seemed to be annoyed by my rambling, he interrupted me: "Shut up."

As if I didn't hear what he said, I still smiled brightly, and I asked repeatedly: "Then brother, are you here to participate in the competition?"

The boy's expression was speechless for a moment, he looked at me for a while as if examining me, his expression suddenly eased, and he replied: "No."

"Ah, that's it." I had some regrets: "I just think brother, if you play the piano, you should be very good."

"Then are you very good?"

I was a little surprised that the young man took the initiative to ask me. Although the other party's tone was not enthusiastic, the naive desire to win in my heart was also satisfied.

I just knew that no one would dislike me.

I laughed even happier, "Brother, I'm amazing! If you're still here this afternoon, you can watch my game!"

"En." The boy replied casually.

I seemed to be greatly encouraged, and started to pull the other party to talk about various things, from some interesting things I encountered while playing the piano, to what I want to do when I grow up.

I told him that I am not only good at playing the piano, but I will also paint after a while. I told him with a pat on the chest that I would become an all-round artist when I grow up.

The boy only gave grace at the right time throughout the whole process, but even so, I was able to continue talking with great interest, and finally I asked politely.

"Brother, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

The young man was slightly stunned, and after a while he replied: "I don't know... But, it's always doing some boring things."

I frowned, looked at him and asked cautiously, "Brother, why are you always unhappy?"

The boy turned his eyes to the distance, and said indifferently, "Because there is nothing special to be happy about."

I was a little distressed. I liked this brother who had just made friends. I lowered my head and saw the other star badge on my white shirt.

With an idea, I took off the badge and handed it to the young man, "A gift for you."

"what is this?"

I replied loudly: "It's a star badge representing courage!"

The boy froze for a moment.

I blinked, pretended to be serious and said: "If I give it to my brother, I will give you courage, then you are..."

I suddenly got stuck, trying to find a suitable word.

Then I had a flash of inspiration, looked at him and continued: "Then brother is Mr. Xing Xing. Mr. Xing Xing is omnipotent and can defeat all the unhappiness in the world!"

The young man chuckled suddenly, but he still stretched out his hand to take it, and his tone softened a lot: "Okay, thank you...Little Prince."

"Oh? Why does my brother call me little prince?"

The boy rubbed the top of my hair, "It's nothing, I just think you look alike."

...

and after?

Later, he didn't go to the piano performance. He had to leave early because he had something to do, and he left in a hurry. I also stayed out for too long, so I had to go back to find my mother.

In this way, we met for a short time in a garden full of tulips at noon in early summer.

Afterwards, I returned to my original life. At the beginning, I would occasionally think of the blurred face of that young man. Later, there were too many things that attracted me. When I was young, I would not indulge in such things for too long.

Afterwards, I completely forgot about him.

I thought these long-ago events were blurred in my memory, but today when Feng Jue was mentioned, I realized that I remembered it so clearly.

I was immersed in this memory and couldn't get back to my senses for a long time.

I think it's really fate. What kind of mentality did I have when I approached Feng Jue when I was a child?And why did you tell him that I am Xu Tangyi?

The source of all this is myself?

"Yu Nian, is that you?" Feng Jue asked.

"It was you who gave me the badge and told me to be the fearless Mr. Star, and it was you who gave me happiness. All I did was to get back the 'little meaning' of the past, to get back the you of the year."

He looked at me with difficult emotions in his eyes: "The first time I saw you, I knew you were unhappy, and you were burdened with too many suppressed things."

"Yu Nian, I want to keep you by my side and let you be a little prince who will never worry, isn't that good?"

He seemed to be asking a serious question, but I just found it absurd and ridiculous.

"You tell me this now, do you think that if I know it, I will understand what you did back then?"

Gao Gao and I looked down at Feng Jue, and continued in a very soft tone: "Then let me tell you, it's impossible, I won't understand your lunatic thoughts, and I will never forgive you."

I suddenly thought of something, turned my head and smiled at Feng Jue.

"However, these are not important anymore. I think you will soon have no time to entangle with me about these things."

The author says:

Feng Jue: My wife seemed to have that social NB syndrome when she was a child