Chi You, your panda is hanging on the tree again!

Street after street was familiar, but he just didn't know the way.

It also ran to the road as before and stopped for a while. The little boy followed others and stopped in front of the red street light.

The aunt stopped a taxi and asked, "Will you go to the high-speed rail station?"

Driver: "Go, come up."

Watching the aunt who was not far away being taken away by the driver, the little boy blinked his big eyes, grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled them down, feeling a little embarrassed.

As if he understood what he meant, an uncle taxi driver stopped beside him, paused on his face for two seconds before asking, "Where are you going?"

The little boy looked at him with big black and white eyes, and said, "I, I will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Hearing his voice, the uncle driver looked slightly flustered, with a bit of embarrassment on his simple and honest face, got out of the car and opened the door for him, saying, "Let's go, I'll take you."

The little boy got into the car with the things in his hands.

The car started, and the little boy lay on the car window, his big eyes wrapped in mint were reflected on the car glass, watching the shadows of trees on the side of the road constantly pushing back.

The uncle driver glanced at him, who knew he didn't react for a while, slipped his hand on the steering wheel, and almost drove the car out of the driveway, but fortunately, he reacted in time afterwards.Apart from the temporary instability of the car body, nothing happened.It's just that the little boy's face was stuck to the glass, not light or heavy, but it scared the driver a little bit.

"You, are you okay?"

The little boy touched his face, then shook his head.

The driver was a little relieved.

After such an encounter, the uncle driver drove the car very slowly, and wanted to talk to the boy during the period.But helplessly, he was a little stupid, his face was dripping with sweat, and he didn't utter a single word.

A burgundy car flashed by, and the boy seemed to only see a familiar face.

The Civil Affairs Bureau has arrived.

The driver looked at the meter, a total of 52 yuan.

The boy opened the car door and went out. Looking at this somewhat impressive place, his eyes gradually brightened.

The uncle driver was about to ask him for money, but at this moment the boy turned his head and looked at him with black and white eyes, his porcelain white face was more delicate under the winter sun.

"Thank you uncle!"

The uncle driver laughed, "No thanks!"

The little boy smiled at him again, and then ran into the Civil Affairs Bureau with his things in his arms.

Looking at the back of the little boy leaving, the uncle driver not only sighed: "That's great, this child, whose parents are so lucky."

The uncle driver put the car in gear and drove away without anyone noticing that he had forgotten anything.

Either divorced or married men and women looked over.

The little boy ran to the staff, put all the things in his hand on the table at once, and said eagerly: "I want a divorce!"

The staff looked at him, and realized what he said after recovering. They looked at the things on the table, glanced at his face, and tried their best to maintain their professionalism.

This little guy doesn't look like an adult...

"Only these cannot be divorced."

The little boy seemed to have remembered something, and took out all the fragments of the marriage certificate with mud in his pocket, and put them all on the table.

"Then, plus these things, you can leave!"

The staff couldn't laugh or cry, "Then your spouse has to come with you."

The boy's cheeks bulged, he lowered his head, and his delicate eyebrows on both sides began to squeeze between his eyebrows again, and asked, "What is a spouse?"

The staff saw that he asked innocently, if it was someone else, he would have regarded it as deliberately finding fault.

But looking at the little boy's ignorant appearance, he just smiled lightly and explained patiently.

"It's the one who married you!"

The little boy's big eyes were full of loss and grievance.

He dared not tell Dapeng about this.

Those who came to get married and those who came to get divorced all gathered around. Amidst the noisy inquiries and comforts, the little boy put his hands on the table, sucked his nose, tears fell, and put his white hands on the table in despair. On, buttoning the fragments of the divorce certificate with mud on it.

"I, I want a divorce..."

The hearts of the staff are melting.

Which girl, married to such a cute boy, is willing to bully him, really...

The staff wanted to wipe his tears, but they were embarrassed to touch his porcelain-white face with their own hands. An aunt didn't have any worries, so she took the sweat-wiping towel she wrapped around her neck and rubbed it against the boy's face. a few.

"I said you are really serious. If he wants to leave, let him leave. If you don't want to, you can't leave. You have to make such trouble. Look at this kid, you workers can't bear it."

The staff smiled stiffly: "We have to go through the process too..."

The little boy lowered his head again, choking and sucking his nose.

The staff felt distressed, and said: "Go home and talk to the person in your family, and just persuade him to come over."

After packing up the things for the boy, the staff handed them back to him.

The little boy piled up the marriage certificates that were still on the table and put them back into his pocket.Then he took what was in the hands of the staff, bowed his head and left under the eyes of the crowd.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, the little boy didn't know where to go for a while.

A wine-red car stopped not far away, and the boy who got out of it had blond hair that was unusually flamboyant.

He stood leaning on the car for a while, and waited until the cigarette butt fell from his fingers, then the young man drew a strange arc at the corner of his lips, and walked towards the boy.

After the little boy who was squatting on the ground buckling his toes found him, he turned his head to meet the boy's blue eyes.

In those eyes, there was always a bit of unshakable darkness.

Even if he is smiling now, even under the sun, wanton and flamboyant.

The little boy looked at him for a long time, calmly, until the boy came up to him and looked down at him, his blue eyes hanging down on him.

"What are you doing here?"

The little boy thought about it, and with his broken Chinese, he remembered who he was.

"I'm here for a divorce."

Camellias seemed to have heard something funny, and there was a bit of inquiry in his emotionless eyes.

A person like him has never been interested in other people's affairs, but today seems to be a bit of an exception.

"Come by yourself, did they give you Li (li)?"

The little boy shook his head in disappointment, with a little grievance.

I have to say that at this time Camellias felt that the little guy's brain was a little abnormal, his IQ was less than fifty, right?

Camellias took out another cigarette, looked at him in the smog, and asked after a long time, "Candy, is it delicious?"

The little boy lowered his head and nodded.

There was something strange on the blond-haired boy's face, and his smile gradually became strange.

The little boy continued to muffle: "But I lost it."

The blond boy looked at him indifferently, and his voice was lazy.

"It's okay, I can (again) buy it for you."

The little boy looked up at him, his twinkling eyes were like a river of stars about to fall before nightfall.

"really?"

The blond boy tilted his head and pointed at his car, "Get in the car..."

The little boy just remembered, but after thinking about it, he squatted back with puffed cheeks.

"I'm going to get a divorce, don't go."

The blond boy let out a soft snort of confusion, "Come with me, I'll tell (teach) you how to get a divorce."

The cub looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Really?"

The blond boy gave a perfunctory "Yeah", turned the car key on his slender fingers, turned around and said without any refutation: "Follow up..."

Counting this time, he has only been to China three times, but he has never stayed in China.In fact, going to other places is the same, a different but similar society.

But the one next to him seems a little different, although he hasn't figured out what special meaning this little guy has to him.

But his heart, which was sinking because he was condemned to death, seemed to struggle when he saw him.

Camellias - Camellia, his name, symbolizes ideal love.

He didn't know what his grandmother had in mind to give him this name, but he felt that there was no need for him to think about it.

He drove the cub around this bustling and unfamiliar city around and around, but he still couldn't find a suitable place to stay.

The car eventually stopped under an overpass.

The boy took out another cigarette, and looked at the dark and bright face of the boy looking at him from the car glass.

The smoke is lit, and the sparks are dark red.

"Are you going to cry?" the boy asked him in a low voice.

The young man was slightly stunned, then turned to look at the little boy with a little worry on his face.

The little boy was a little scared to be looked at by him like this.

From the first time he saw the young man, when he looked into his pair of blue eyes, he felt that there was a bit of unshakable silence in his eyes.

Just like the fierce beasts he had seen with their throats bitten off, lying quietly on the ground.

Even sometimes the boy is smiling.

The boy sneered at him, took out a bottle of medicine, threw one into his mouth, and said, "Aren't you the same as me?"

The little boy pouted, disapproving of his words, but his neck is fine.

The little boy was thinking, and suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his neck.

Perhaps the boy's action was too sudden, and the boy didn't dodge.Instead, she looked at him with some unknown embarrassment.But after reacting, he was a little sullen at his own reaction.

The little boy carefully studied his Adam's apple, and only let go after making sure that there were no bite marks.Then he raised his face, and Xueluo Chuji's small face gradually unfolded.

"You're not going to die."

Camellias met his eyes, trembling between his fingers, the medicine bottle in his hand rolled to the ground, and the white pills that fell out of the bottle fell to his feet, and the falling sound hit the dead heart in his chest.