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Since the two of them left the school gate, they have not stopped for a moment, wandering around in the streets and alleys.

Yang Kangyu thought for a long time, but he still couldn't find any suitable place for their reunion, so he simply followed Zhang Ailin's footsteps.Wherever she goes, he follows behind.

A narrow strip of sky is squeezed out among the undulating buildings and buildings on the roadside. The sky is splashed into the canvas by the gray sunset, and the whole picture is dimmed with the passage of time, which makes the light of the traffic lights at the intersection more obvious.

Looking at the other side of the road from a distance, you can't see the end, but you can vaguely distinguish the change of red and green halos at the intersection.

The wind is quiet, glowing with laziness.Consciously or unintentionally blowing the wild flowers, grasses and trees growing on the roadside, blowing the red bricks and green tiles piled up at the foot of the tall buildings in the city, blowing on Yang Kangyu's face, blowing his hair.

"How have you been all these years?" He said softly.

A short sentence, split into several words, scrambled into several syllables, said lightly, but contained heavy emotions, smashed into a ball with the warm air.

I wanted to say "yes" subconsciously, but swallowed back the perfunctory answer.After thinking for a moment, the word "not good" came out of my lips, and I was swallowed up by the inexplicable emotion in my heart.

So she asked, "What about you?"

Yang Kangyu laughed twice and said, "I'm fine."

The embarrassment and embarrassment in her tone clearly amplified in her ears.

But what can be done?

She pretended that she couldn't recognize the disguise, followed his intentions, and nodded: "Yeah."

"Has he been released from prison?" Yang Kangyu looked into the distance and asked casually.

Zhang Yeqiu.

"I was released from prison very early." Zhang Ailin replied.

She tacitly understood that any name for him at this moment seemed inappropriate.He probably used "he" after thinking for a long time.

"Is he nice to you and Mom?"

"Mom left us."

Yang Kangyu turned his head in disbelief, facing Zhang Ailin's lonely eyes: "How could it be?"

"I don't know. What I can remember is that after you left, about a year later, he was released from prison. It was like a different person, and his mother left too."

Zhang Ailin stated calmly, as if she had gone through it many times in her heart.

Yang Kangyu suddenly recalled Zhang Ailin's dropout from school, connected with Zhang Yeqiu, and asked, "Did he treat you badly?"

"do not know."

This is the true answer in her heart.Thinking of Zhang Yeqiu, I can't help but think of many colors.

The most common color is gray.

It's like the gray door in my memory, the narrow corridors of the dormitory, and the confinement room where I was locked up if I didn't obey the order.

After Ji Shui left, she was sent to a place called a training class by Zhang Yeqiu.

There were many other children there, and as one of the youngest children, she always received so-called "special care" inadvertently.

Not only the "doctor" in charge of treatment, but also the older children around him.

The "doctor" has a loud voice and a lot of strength, and it hurts to beat someone. He likes to look at her with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Yang Kangyu asked with concern when he saw that her expression was wrong.

She suddenly came back to her senses, looked at Yang Kangyu in front of her, and turned her head to look at the surrounding scenery.She felt her heart beating fast, and her heart palpitations came and went.

Forgot again, already left that place.

"It's okay." Zhang Ailin said.

Yang Kangyu looked at her suspiciously: "Did you remember anything?"

The appearance of her in front of her was as if she had woken up in a dream many times.

He was crying, but was thrown back into the car by Zhang Yeqiu forcefully, into the arms of his adoptive parents, who yelled at him: "From now on, we will treat you as dead! Don't come back!"

Zhang Ailin lowered her eyes and said lightly: "No."

Instead, she asked, "Why are you looking for me all of a sudden?"

Poking straight at Yang Kangyu's sore spot, this straightforward question made him a little at a loss.

Hearing that she was in this school, she asked her parents to transfer her from her original school.But when I saw her at school, I always avoided her.

If it wasn't about the little wolf, I'm afraid he didn't know when he would dare to say a word to her.

Yang Kangyu said hesitantly, "It's just that I have a friend..."

When she heard "Yang Kangyu" say that, she didn't care; but when she heard "Brother" say that, she felt a little bit disappointed.

The reason I came to find her was because of something else.

But facing Yang Kangyu, Zhang Ailin couldn't refuse no matter what.

It's brother.

She stubbornly suppressed the little bit of grievance that had just arisen from her heart, and comforted herself constantly.

Before Yang Kangyu could finish the whole story, Zhang Ailin interrupted him: "Okay."

Yang Kangyu was so happy that it was unbelievable.

At the same time, embarrassment surged in his heart.He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her face anymore.

Zhang Ailin saw that his ears were slightly hot.

Same habit as hers.

Whenever I feel embarrassed, it always happens involuntarily.

"Brother, why is there a time when you are shy?" Zhang Ailin couldn't hold back, and spit out the words she was thinking in her heart.

After hearing this, Yang Kangyu's ears turned redder and his head lowered even lower.

"Don't laugh at me Arlene."

"You... what did you call me?"

Zhang Ailin was stunned.

After a long time, Yang Kangyu raised his head and broke the silence between the two, with tears in his eyes and a smile covering his embarrassment: "Can I still call you Arlene?"

"what……"

These words were like a nuclear bomb exploding in her heart, turning her emotional ocean upside down.She turned her head and looked at the streetlight beside her indiscriminately, covering up the tears in the corners of her eyes.

She clenched her teeth, suppressed her tears, and said tremblingly, "Whatever."

The street lamps beside the road lit up in an instant, and they were connected together, like a blade separating day and night, eagerly driving away the day that had not yet completely left.

The two put their hands in the pockets of their trousers, posed in the same posture at the same time, and accompanied them, walking staggeringly on the side of the asphalt road, walking in circles one after another illuminated by the light of the street lamps.

Bright, it seems that they are shining.