moon star clear

A plate of green cucumber slices came out of the kitchen, breaking the embarrassing silence.

"There's no fruit in the refrigerator, only one cucumber is left, it's all watery anyway, you can make do with it."

"..."

It will really do.

"When you have a new deskmate, get along well with them and don't bully them."

After hearing this, Mu Chen pointed to his swollen bun-like feet.

"Oh my Ms. Cheng, do you think I can bully people like this? If I want to bully, others will bully me, okay?"

"Auntie, Mu Chen is very kind to everyone."

Jiang Hao praised Mu Chen, but his tone was not happy.

Yes, he treats everyone like this, the careful comfort when talking about the origin of the name, the frankness and trust in revealing his thoughts in the alley, the care and concern for giving himself medicine, it is not for him alone, he is like that Warm and friendly, as would be the case with anyone else.

To himself, to Lu Qi, to Zheng Feng, Mu Chen regards them all as friends, no difference.

"Did you hear that, Ren Jiang Hao has already said that your son is fine."

Afterwards, Mu Chen's mother chatted with him a few more words, and he answered absent-mindedly. Cheng Ying thought he was too tired, and asked him where his home was, and if he needed to drive him home.

Jiang Hao said that he lived not far away and he could go back, but Cheng Ying didn't insist and sent him out of the house.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Hao walked out of Mu Chen's house.The voice-activated lights in the corridor were not very sensitive and needed to be shouted to turn on, but he made no sound and walked down the stairs in the dark.

The starlight hit his face through the window of the corridor, forming two sides of light and shadow.As he turned to the next flight of stairs, that beam of light faded into pure darkness again.

Darkness made him feel safe.

But he couldn't stay in the dark for long.

That ray of starlight is so beautiful, it has been attracting him from the very beginning, making him unable to be satisfied with pure viewing and protection in the dark, making him unable to resist getting closer, even if his whole body is burned by the light, he can't hide it own desire to be close to him.

So, step by step, he followed the light, walked out of his safe zone, exposed himself to the starlight, and showed his ugly scars little by little in front of the stars.

He was not even satisfied with such approaching at first, and stretched out his arms greedily, wanting to catch the star.

This is not his intention.

He was just trying to hide in the dark.

He walked down the stairs step by step, walked out of the dark corridor, walked to the back of the unit building, and stared at the window of the house he had just entered.But even if he didn't enter that family just now, he still clearly remembers:

That window belongs to Mu Chen's bedroom.

It's lighting up.

The warm orange light is just like that person, warm and optimistic.

He just stared at the window quietly, as if he had many unspeakable secret thoughts in his heart, and he didn't seem to think about anything, just simply watched.The community has been built for almost ten years, and both the facilities and the management are very backward. There are not many people left here, and few people walk around at night, so no one saw his complicated eyes at this time, and no one Know the struggle in his heart.

He just watched, motionless, the starlight gilded his figure with silver, and he looked like a statue.

After sending Jiang Hao away, Mu Chen took a cold compress with a towel for a while, and then was supported by Ms. Cheng back to the room to do some homework. After writing at about 10:30, he went to wash up and get ready for bed. Before going to bed, he looked at the opposite window again. glance.

It was still pitch black there.

I should have given up a long time ago, but I just couldn't help holding on to that meager hope.

He sighed in disappointment, closed the curtains, turned off the lights and fell asleep.

The light upstairs went out, Jiang Hao left there silently, turned around and went up to another unit building, and after reaching the fourth floor, he took out the key and opened the door.

After a while, the window Mu Chen looked at before going to bed lit up with a cold white light.

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This is the first time I posted a post, knowing that my ability and experience are very limited, I thought no one would read it, but I am really happy to find that the clicks have increased in the past few days, thank you very much for your attention to Xiaochen and Xiaohao, there are many shortcomings You are also welcome to point out.

15. Looking for stars in the cold night

From the day he can remember, Jiang Hao has never seen his parents, and the only relative around him is a grandfather with white hair.

Although my grandfather is actually not very old, he is only in his 50s, but his hair is all white, and he resigned early and retired.He told Jiang Hao, who was still ignorant at the time, that his parents were waiting for him in a place far, far away, and when he grew up and had excellent grades, he would be able to see them.

Xiao Jiang Hao has always believed in everything his grandfather told him, so he has worked hard to learn to read and study since he was very young.Grandpa called him Xiaojiang, taught him to read and read, taught him to count, multiply and divide, and also taught him the principles of life, taught him to be helpful and keep promises.

Although his grandfather made him go to elementary school one year late, but because the family's enlightenment education is very sufficient, when Xiao Jianghao entered the first grade at the age of seven, his foundation was already better than some children in the second grade of elementary school.

However, everything has two sides.

After entering elementary school, his talent was favored by teachers, but he was also envied by his classmates.

Children's love and hate are as simple as their stick figures. Stealing the limelight in class, receiving a compliment from the teacher, and becoming the object of comparison in other parents' mouths will attract jealousy.

And the children's way of revenge is equally simple.

Simple, but also so simple that it is almost cruel.

They chose to stay in groups and talk behind their backs.

In this way, Jiang Hao, who was one year older than them, could not directly tell his family or teachers about their isolation.Because such behavior did not cause him direct and clear harm for which evidence can be found.

"I heard that he has no parents. His grandfather accompanied him when he entered school."

"He must be a nasty kid, so his parents don't want him."

"Anyway, I don't like him. My parents tell me every day that Jiang Hao in your class is so smart. I'm so annoyed. I can't see what's good about him."

"Maybe he got the first place in the exam because of cheating."

"That's right, I saw his head drooping very low during the exam, as if he hid a small note under the table!"

"He keeps his head down all the time, as if no one wants to see him. I hate him when I see him!"

"..."

The invisible knife hurts the most.

Not to mention just a seven-year-old child.

Jiang Hao became more and more silent, and became more and more afraid of communicating with others. When walking on the road, he only dared to stare at his feet and did not dare to raise his head to meet other people's eyes.

And this sign of cowardice will always attract the eyes of the perpetrator.

Once, on his way to and from school, a boy who was a few years older than him ran up to him and blocked his way, asking him for a "toll". It was a punch and kick.

When he fell to the ground and couldn't get up, they took all his pocket money and threatened to break his legs if he told the adults. Then they laughed and walked away without guilt.

He couldn't get over the pain, and it took a long time before he struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the paper towel that was found and thrown on the ground by them, wiped off the blood on his face with a mud-stained tissue, and staggered to the school.

That day, he was late for class.

The teacher saw the bruise on his face and asked him what happened, but he only replied that he accidentally fell down.

The change was gone, so he hid behind a willow tree at lunchtime when the other students went to eat.The flick of the wicker would have mistook him for his mother's reassurance.

Jiang Hao was afraid of their revenge, and also worried that his grandfather would be sad if he found out.

He dared not tell anyone.

He tried to get to school a little earlier, but those people were like ghosts wandering his way to school, and they couldn't escape each time.

Every day, every time, every day, time and time again, I was knocked down, knocked out, and beaten until I couldn't get up.

Intangible damage is superimposed on tangible damage. The sharp blades block the world of a seven-year-old child. Even if he stays in place tremblingly and dare not move for a while, those knives will stab him bloody .

His life has since lost light.

Until the early spring of the next year, he met a star.

A star named Mu Chen.

Mu Chen comforted him by stroking his trembling back when he cried, gently reminding him of wicker in the wind.

Mu Chen promised to go to school with him.He also borrowed an old mobile phone from his mother, and when he met someone who bullied him, he picked up the mobile phone and pretended to call the police. After a few times, those people never came to Jiang Hao to stop him on the way to school.

Since then, a twinkling star appeared in the dark night sky, radiating warm light to him, infecting him with his own happiness, and letting him find the beauty of life again.He will wait for Jiang Hao downstairs every day, and go out of the community with him; every morning, he will eat steamed buns with him at the breakfast shop at the gate of the community, and then buy two cups of oatmeal and soy milk, and hand a cup to Jiang Hao. Walk while drinking; he would smile and shout his name at Jiang Hao from the window, even if the noisy upstairs aunt scolded him, he would not care...

He seemed to be born radiant, and he could be seen at a glance in the crowd, and it seemed that he would never dim.

Jiang Hao likes him very much.

He said that he would always be with Jiang Hao and be his lifelong friend.

Jiang Hao also didn't want to leave him.

[Mu Chen is the most important person in Jiang Hao's life other than his grandfather. ]

He once branded this sentence in his heart.

but then grandpa