little beast

At least in the beginning, the relationship between Sheng Shuangxu and Shen Chengan was pretty good.

Sheng Shuangxu was Shen Chengan's teacher, and gradually became his half-parent.

After Sheng Shuangxu found out about the predicament Shen Chengan was going through, this kind man was afraid that his students would be retaliated against, so he would deliberately walk with him after class. Shen Chengan's father never cared about his son, so Sheng Shuangxu took a long way to see off Shen Chengan himself. When I go home, occasionally when I have enough time, I will ask Shen Chengan to go to my house for dinner.

Shen Chengan clipped the photo of Sheng Shuangxu wearing a red dress in his diary. The hard paper cover of the diary was glued with a low-quality plastic combination lock. Shen Chengan not only set the password, but also hid it in his shoe. In the box, he didn't let anyone see it.

That was almost the happiest period of Shen Chengan's youth.

The second time Shen Chengan found out that Sheng Shuangxu was secretly wearing a skirt was during the summer vacation of the second year of high school.

He was kicked out of the house by his alcoholic father. The old wounds on his face were piled with new ones, and the swelling would never go away. Even the street lights in the old alley were in disrepair, so he stumbled in the dark and walked towards the bright direction.

The lights on the main road were dim, and countless mosquitoes were entangled on the dim light bulbs. Shen Chengan supported the wall and saw the crimson shadows under the street lamps.

He had seen that photo so many times that he could recognize Sheng Shuangxu's back almost at a glance.

Sheng Shuangxu was very thin, and the shoulder blades on his back were suddenly exposed to the light, like a golden butterfly. The red suspenders were the tentacles of the butterfly, swaying gently in mid-air.

The steps of the man in the skirt are light and flimsy. He wears the sneakers he usually wears at work, but he dances like he is stepping on high heels. Shen Chengan has seen this kind of gait too many times in his father's place——Sheng Shuangxu Drunk, he was so drunk that he couldn't even see the surrounding environment clearly.

Sheng Shuangxu stepped on his sneakers and wobbled towards the wall. He actually wanted to step on the wall to go up, and then fell heavily with gravity.

Sheng Shuangxu fell and got up from the ground again. Without making a sound, he hugged his legs tightly, his forehead was pressed against his knees, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Shen Chengan hid in the shadow and hesitated for a long time, finally broke free and rushed out, he helped the drunken Sheng Shuangxu up.

The hand that fell on Sheng Shuangxu's shoulder seemed to be pinching a dead bone, and it was about to crush him with a little force. Sheng Shuangxu looked up at him blankly, with red eyes.

Shen Chengan had never seen Sheng Shuangxu like this, he always showed his best side in front of the students, he never lost his temper, and always had a smile in his eyes.

Shen Chengan shook Sheng Shuangxu's slender shoulders, and said, "Old, teacher, wake up."

How could Sheng Shuangxu recognize that the child in front of him was his student, so he leaned on his shoulder and smiled lowly, saying, "Which family are you from?"

Shen Chengan was small and weak, so it was understandable to be treated like a child.

Shen Chengan didn't know where to take him, he couldn't even go back to his own home, and he didn't know whether he should take Sheng Shuangxu back to his own home - he didn't know if he could let Gao Yuanyuan see his husband like this.

The drunk man seemed to be able to see his doubts, and said with a smile: "My little friend, there is no one in my house, why don't you go to my house to play?"

Oh, Gao Yuanyuan is not here.

Shen Chengan asked him: "Is the teacher's wife not at home?"

Sheng Shuangxu nodded obediently, he didn't seem so drunk, at least he could understand the word "teacher", and when Sheng Shuangxu got up from the ground, he even knew how to smooth the wrinkles on the skirt.

Sheng Shuangxu said: "She is angry..."

"I was pissed off by my father."

Shen Chengan's heart tightened: "Is Teacher's father at home?"

"No, no," Sheng Shuangxu shook his head in a daze, he hugged his head as he spoke, and his wanton laugh turned into crying.

"He doesn't want to come, I won't see him, I'm the only one at home, and I'm the only one here."

It was clearly Sheng Shuangxu's trouble, but it became a burden in Shen Chengan's heart. He finally felt relieved when he learned the cause and effect, and dragged Sheng Shuangxu towards his house.

Shen Chengan clenched Sheng Shuangxu's wrist, like holding a kite, as if Sheng Shuangxu was about to fly away as soon as he let go.

In the silent night, there were no pedestrians on the road, and no one saw such a funny scene. A short high school student grabbed the hands of a stooped man in a red skirt and walked quickly one after the other.

At first, no one spoke, Sheng Shuangxu fell into his drunken fantasy, Shen Chengan thought of Sheng Shuangxu in a red dress, the more he thought about it, the more confused he was, and he racked his brains to figure out how to get to Sheng Shuangxu's house. Road, where to go next.

Sheng Shuangxu followed him quietly, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "What's going on with your face?"

Shen Chengan was caught off guard by the question, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Shen Chengan fell silent.

Sheng Shuangxu's eyes that had just cried were shining, and he stared straight at the scar on Shen Chengan's cheek.

Usually, Shen Chengan always had injuries on his face, and the sober Sheng Shuangxu knew that he would not touch the young man's sadness, so he would not take the initiative to ask, and would only quietly stuff ointment into his pocket when he pulled Shen Chengan over to eat.

But Sheng Shuangxu was drunk, and a drunk person didn't need to think too much, he would say whatever came to his mind.

Sheng Shuangxu asked again: "Why do you have bruises all over your face?"

Shen Chengan: ...

Shen Chengan said dully: "My father beat me."

There are also some punks who can't get used to his face, they don't need a reason to bully others, maybe it's just because Shen Chengan is different from everyone else.

Sheng Shuangxu let out a soft "Oh", he didn't seem to take it to heart, and said with a sour throat: "When I was your age, my father also liked to beat me."

"I also have a twin sister named Sheng Yuwei. When my father beat someone, we would huddle in the closet."

Shen Chengan didn't understand the logic of his words, how could it be pulled from his violent father to his own sister.

Shen Chengan said, "And then?"

"She's dead." Sheng Shuangxu's voice dropped suddenly, and he repeated with a trembling throat, "My sister is dead."

Sheng Shuangxu was drunk, but Shen Chengan was not. He knew that he shouldn't ask any more questions at this time, even if the person he was talking to was not sober, he couldn't even recognize his own students.

For the next time, the two of them were very quiet, Sheng Shuangxu fell into drunken memories again, and Shen Chengan didn't want to tell him about the wound on his face, and he didn't want to mention Sheng Shuangxu's younger sister who died early.

Shen Chengan has been to Sheng Shuangxu's house too many times, he is very familiar with this path, even with his eyes closed, he can walk there.

The neighborhood Sheng Shuangxu lived in was just one of thousands of ordinary neighborhoods, and the facilities were half-new, and the street lights downstairs hadn't been repaired for a long time, flickering in the dark night.

There were a few elderly people walking downstairs here and there in the community. Shen Chengan didn't want others to see Sheng Shuangxu's appearance—it was also for the sake of Sheng Shuangxu after waking up, so he took off his school uniform and put his coat on Sheng Shuangxu's face. on the prologue.

Sheng Shuangxu maintained the state of being covered in the school uniform, he was very obedient, and obediently followed Shen Chengan forward when he couldn't see, it took a long time before he reacted bluntly.

Sheng Shuangxu asked: "What's on my head?"

Shen Chengan said, "It's my school uniform."

Sheng Shuangxu, who was confused, also spoke softly: "Oh."

"Why is the school uniform put on my head?"

Shen Chengan said: "Because the school uniform has to be worn on the head."

Sheng Shuangxu accepted his words, and with his other hand, he straightened the school uniform a bit.