Quick Wear: When the Villain Holds the Strategy Script

Shen Yu didn't know how he walked out of the school. Without the things in his schoolbag, there was no need to take the rest of his luggage with him.

It was empty, and Shen Yu was the only luggage.

Shen Yu sat in the bus stop outside the school for a long time, until night fell, without moving. The city lights came on, including the light beams in front of countless passing vehicles, making daylight appear again in Shen Yu's field of vision.

Shen Yu used to like looking at lakes, but now he likes looking at traffic. The feeling of flow seems to take him away.

Shen Yu can swim. If he jumps into a lake, the will to survive will help him climb to the shore after he loses consciousness. However, if it is a river with vehicles, Shen Yu can be easily taken away.

Shen Yu was an extremely pessimistic person and had thought about suicide countless times. He finally felt a little warmth on that rainy night and mustered up the courage to buy a pair of glasses. Now the money for buying glasses has disappeared without a trace.

When other children are bullied, their parents will support them, but even if Shen Yu doesn't go home tonight, the family of three won't notice.

After all, they have become accustomed to the life of a family of three. If Shen Yu goes back, he would be like an unwelcome guest who has come uninvited and rudely.

Shen Yu buried his head in his baggy and ill-fitting school uniform, his shoulders rising and falling, and a few sobs could be heard faintly from the gaps between his shoulders.

He seldom cries.

After a while, Shen Yu slowly raised his head, his expression became indifferent again. If it weren't for the tear marks on his face, it seemed as if nothing had happened just now. The speed of his mood change was not like that of an eight-year-old child.

His thick, black eyelashes were clearly visible. Some snowflakes blown by the wind fell on his long eyelashes, making his cold, white skin look like fragile porcelain that would break into pieces at the slightest mistake.

With a look of depression on his brows, Shen Yu put the eye patch back on his left eye. When he squinted slightly, his expression could not be seen. He looked harmless and well-behaved, like a stray cat, or the most decadent model in a painter's painting, with almost no blood on his thin lips.

His cold fingers gently stroked the three hundred yuan that Lu Miao had stuffed into his hand. In the lonely snow and wind, Shen Yu could only see a vast expanse of white in front of him. The traces left between heaven and earth would soon be covered by new snow.

Shen Yu had a serious psychological disorder, which was why he was able to quickly regain his composure after suffering a huge blow, as if the person who had just been crying was not himself at all.

But instead of soothing himself, he forced himself to isolate the memories of the past, and the emotions were placed alone in a blank room.

He walked straight towards the traffic. It was the evening rush hour and horns were honking one after another.

"Are you crazy? Go die somewhere else if you want to. Whose child is this? No one will care if he runs into the street!"

Shen Yu suddenly ran onto the road, which scared the driver so much that he almost lost his soul. Fortunately, there was a school nearby, so he had to slow down, otherwise Shen Yu would have been thrown out.

The shrill horn sound invaded Shen Yu's eardrums, and the flashing car lights also stung his eyes. In the end, he took a few steps back and returned to the safe area.

He lowered his head, his back slightly bent, and his expression was extremely calm.

Suddenly, Shen Yu walked aside holding the banknotes in his hand.

He didn't eat much today.

Stopping in front of a wonton stall, the stall owner greeted Shen Yu warmly, his wrinkled face full of casualness.

Through the light snow and wind, Shen Yu actually saw a familiar figure.

Chi Ji Bai?

Shen Yu has very poor eyesight at night, especially in bad weather, but he can still see Chi Jibai in all the white.

He was very different, because in Shen Yu's eyes he was a gray person. Only when he got closer would he become colorful. So Shen Yu ignored the countless people around him and saw Chi Jibai sitting on a chair on the roadside at a glance.

Chi Jibai changed his clothes, but they looked almost the same as before, still very noble. Such a conspicuous person standing in the crowd was like the most striking stroke in a painter's landscape painting, and it was hard to ignore him.

But it was strange that, except for Shen Yu, no one else seemed to notice this handsome man from any angle.

Chi Jibai leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the city in silence. He was clearly observing from a dark corner, but there was a sense of condescending judgment in his eyes, as he coldly watched the operation of the entire world.

Of course, he would not always appear in a certain place as Shen Yu thought. In fact, the scenery by the lake last time was really nice, which was why Chi Jibai stayed there for a long time.

As for the child with poor eyesight?

Chi Jibai had already forgotten. He met countless people every day, so how could he remember a child?

The next second, a hot baked sweet potato was handed to him, wrapped in a paper bag. A skinny hand was holding the outside of the bag, and his fingers kept shifting because of the scorching heat of the sweet potato.

Seeing that Chi Jibai refused to take it, Shen Yu signaled with his eyes frantically, and Chi Jibai then took the roasted sweet potato in his hand doubtfully.

Feeling the warm touch, the white in Shen Yu's eyes turned colorful again.

Chi Jibai recognized Shen Yu, after all, not many people could see him.

But the current Shen Yu is different from the Shen Yu we saw before.

Fate is coming soon.

Shen Yu did not buy roasted sweet potatoes. He ran back the same way and got a bowl of wontons. After getting the boss's signal, he ran to Chi Jibai to eat.

There was no table, so Shen Yu simply half-knelt on the ground and placed the large bowl of wontons on a chair. However, he did not move the spoon. Instead, he gently placed his hand on the edge of the bowl, trying to warm his stiff body. However, the bowl was too hot, so he had to let go of his hand after touching it for only one second and breathe out through his mouth.

Chi Jibai held the roasted sweet potato in his hand, just staring at Shen Yu, and suddenly spoke.

"Were you trying to commit suicide just now?"

Shen Yu didn't look at him, but looked back at the road he had just walked on. However, it was blocked by vendors and the distance was far. Chi Jibai should not be able to see him, so how could he know what he had just done?

Shen Yu ignored him and continued to repeat the action. After a while, he looked up and found that Chi Jibai had maintained the same action of taking the sweet potato, so he thought he had misunderstood.

"I bought it, ate it, and gave it to you."

Chi Jibai's eyes were clearly on the cart selling roasted sweet potatoes, which was why Shen Yu didn't buy the same wontons.

On a snowy day, late at night, a well-dressed man did not go home. Instead, he sat on a chair by the roadside, staring at a cart of roasted sweet potatoes. Anyone who saw him would feel pity for him.

Hearing this, Chi Jibai frowned and looked at the roasted sweet potato skin in his hand, but he couldn't bring himself to eat it.

Shen Yu:......

In the past, people were so wealthy that they were afraid of getting their hands dirty when peeling sweet potatoes.

Shen Yu didn't understand but respected him, so he stood up again. Due to the pain in his back, he staggered for a while before he could stand steadily.

He rubbed his fingers and carefully peeled off the slightly hot sweet potato skin. The fragrant smell had already penetrated his nose.

At this time, Shen Yu already regretted giving it to Chi Jibai, otherwise he could have eaten two servings.

After patiently peeling half of the sweet potato skin, Shen Yu continued to squat down and eat the wontons.

Chi Jibai was quite considerate and after taking two bites, he found the food tasted good and continued eating slowly. He ate a roasted sweet potato and it felt like he was eating in a Michelin restaurant.

Two homeless people were looking for a place to live together in the snow.

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