After wearing a paranoid bamboo horse of abusive male protagonists

won't leave you.

In this way, Lu Yanchen's new year's money was handed over to Ms. Liu Mei, in exchange for her not to talk about Song Qingshi's going to school and spending money in the future.

Liu Mei happily counted Lu Yanchen's new year's money, and at the same time gave him a sideways glance, and said, "Don't ask me for this money in the future, you said to use this money to let him study, don't go back on your word later .”

Lu Yanchen pulled Song Qingshi back to his room and said, "No way."

Song Qingshi was very guilty of making Lu Yanchen lose the New Year's money. He looked at Lu Yanchen who was holding his hand and walking in front. From his position, he could only see the side of his ear. He already had a handsome prototype at a young age. .

Song Qingshi took his hand and whispered: "When I grow up, I will return the money to you."

There are also uncles and aunts, he will earn a lot of money in the future and pay them back.

Lu Yanchen said "Yes", his tone rose, and he turned his head to look at Song Qingshi.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no regret on his face, he said: "No need, didn't I say that my things are my brother's things, it's a matter of course for my brother to use his own things, You don’t have to pay anything back.”

Having said that, Song Qingshi secretly decided that when he grows up, he must earn a lot of money and return it to his younger brother, uncles and aunts.

I don't know if it was because I worried too much during the day, but that night, Song Qingshi had a dream, and dreamed of willow again.

Actually, I haven't had a dream for a while.I remember that when Yang Liu just passed away, Song Qingshi would dream of her every night, sometimes she dreamed that she rode him to school by electric car in the morning, and sometimes she dreamed that she came back from get off work at night to cook.

The world in the dream is both absurd and real. Every time he dreams of Yangliu, he always feels that he is still alive a few months ago, when Yangliu was still alive.

It's the same this time.

He was walking on the way home from school. This is an alley, less than two meters wide, with some weeds growing between some broken stone slabs on the ground.

On both sides of the alley are residential buildings, old-fashioned, dilapidated and old, the original crow-blue exterior walls have long faded and become mottled, and some places are covered with a layer of black dirt, which looks dirty.

The balconies of the buildings on both sides are covered with clothes, which are colorful, and they float up when the wind blows, like brightly colored flags.

Because of the barrier of the wall, the sun will never shine in this alley.When I looked up, apart from the two towering walls and the messy wires like spider webs, there were only a few crows circling on the roof.

But Song Qingshi didn't have the time to look up at the crows, all his attention was on his feet, because he had to pay attention to the sewage on the ground all the time, and he didn't want to get his shoes dirty, so Yang Liu would have to bother to wash them.

He was stepping cautiously across a stream of sewage when a small stone rolled to his feet.

When he looked up, his classmate Xiaopang and his two little followers were standing in front of him, throwing a few stones in their hands and looking at him with malicious expressions.

As the name suggests, the little fat man is a fat man. He is only a few years old, but he has a beer belly early. His skin is slightly dark. Compared with Song Qingshi, he looks like he has just returned from digging charcoal.

When Song Qingshi saw him, his heart tightened. This chubby has always had trouble with him. He would bring several people to block him on the road every day. He was one of the people he least wanted to see.

"Little bastard, didn't you say that you are not allowed to walk this way in the future? This is my door. Why do you pass my house without my consent?"

Song Qingshi lowered his head and remained silent.

This road is the only way he must go back, and it is impossible not to take this road.

Seeing that he was silent, Xiaopang couldn't help wanting to teach him a lesson, so he said to the two followers: "Come on, let me take his clothes off!"

Just when the two attendants were about to make a move, a bamboo pole stretched out and pointed at Xiaopang and the others.

A child carrying a schoolbag came out from behind Song Qingshi, and said coldly: "If you dare to take another step forward, I will hit you with this."

As he spoke, he waved the bamboo pole, and Xiaopang and the others were scared back a few steps.

His voice is childish, and the threatening words are actually not powerful when they come out of his mouth.

But this bamboo pole is really scary, it is long and thick, and the end pointing at Xiaopang is still pointed, like a murder weapon.

The three of Xiaopang were immediately discouraged, and they fled after saying "you wait for me".

Seeing that they had all run away, the child turned around to look at Song Qingshi, and said, "Brother, are you alright?"

The child in front of me is only five or six years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a little baby fat on his face, which looks chubby, a bit like a New Year's picture doll, fleshy but not fat, with tender skin and tender, good looking Pinch the way.

Song Qingshi was very happy to see him, his gloomy eyes lit up, and he said, "Chenchen, where did you get this bamboo pole?"

Lu Yanchen said, "I picked it up on the road."

Song Qingshi took his hand and said, "Chenchen, go to my house to play. I have instant noodles at home."

Lu Yanchen said crisply: "Okay."

The two children walked towards Song Qingshi's house holding hands, and Lu Yanchen still held the bamboo pole in the other hand.

He was reluctant to throw it away, but he couldn't hold such a heavy bamboo pole with one hand, so he had to hold only one end and drag the other end on the ground, dragging it away.

The end of the bamboo pole dragged on the ground made a shallow scratch on the ground, making an ear-piercing rubbing sound.

Although Lu Yanchen had never stayed in the place where Song Qingshi lived before, no matter how absurd the dream was, it would give people an immersive feeling, so Song Qingshi didn't think it was unreasonable for Lu Yanchen to appear in this place.

He took Lu Yanchen to the place where he and Yang Liu lived. It was a basement of less than twenty square meters. From the entrance on the first floor, go down a few steps to reach the door of his house.

Even in the daytime, the basement is pitch black, and you can only see it when you turn on the lights.

Song Qingshi took out the key from his schoolbag, turned the lock on the door, turned on the light, and entered this small space with Lu Yanchen.

There is almost no extra room in this room. A bed, a wardrobe, and a small rectangular table complete the division of the room, not to mention a little space for the bathroom and kitchen.

The only place where he can stand is the narrow passage between the bed and the wall. Only one person can pass at a time. If he is a little fatter, he may have to walk sideways. The only place where he can sit is the bed.

And the small rectangular table placed against the wall against the bed will not only serve as Song Qingshi's desk, but also serve as his and Yang Liu's dining table.

Fortunately, instant noodles do not need a table.

Song Qingshi climbed onto the bed and came to the small rectangular table. He lay on the bed and slid his upper body off the edge of the bed, leaving only the half of his body on the bed, looking for something under the table.

After a rustling sound, he withdrew his upper body from under the table again, and there were two extra packets of crispy noodles in his hand, the kind that cost fifty cents a bag.

Song Qingshi smiled and distributed a pack of crispy noodles to Lu Yanchen. He climbed from the bed to Lu Yanchen's side, patted the place under him and said, "Sit down."

Lu Yanchen sat down, and the two of them tore open the packaging bag of crispy noodles together, and gnawed dry crispy noodles together.

In order to support him, Yang Liu had to work several jobs every day, and often couldn't go home on time. In order not to make Song Qingshi hungry, she bought a box of crispy noodles and told him that if he was hungry, he could eat instant noodles by himself.

It's past six o'clock now, and my mother hasn't come back yet, so she shouldn't be back until after nine o'clock.

Song Qingshi didn't want to be at home alone, and just as he was about to tell Lu Yanchen to stay and do homework together, he heard familiar footsteps outside.

It's mom!

Song Qingshi jumped out of bed excitedly, ran to the porch, opened the door before Yang Liu opened it, and yelled crisply: "Mom!"

Standing outside the door was a beautiful woman in a floral chiffon shirt. Although her skin had been dulled by so many years of hard work, there were also some lines around her eyes.

But her figure is still slender, her face is still clear and beautiful, and her long black and smooth hair is tied low behind her head, adding a touch of softness to her.

Yang Liu was standing at the door with big bags and small bags. Song Qingshi flung himself into her arms and pampered her for a while, then opened the bag curiously and said, "What is this?"

Yang Liu took the initiative to open the bag to show him, and said, "These are all your favorite food."

I saw that there were some snacks such as jelly, biscuits, and potato chips in the bag. These were foods that Song Qingshi usually loved but seldom had. I didn't expect to buy so many today.

Song Qingshi's eyes brightened and he said, "Are you buying these for me?"

Yang Liu stroked his hair and said softly, "Of course."

Song Qingshi was very happy in his heart, and couldn't help raising a smiling face, but he still hadn't forgotten Lu Yanchen, so he said, "Then can I give half to my younger brother?"

A trace of confusion appeared on Yang Liu's face: "What brother?"

Song Qingshi pointed behind him and said: "That's the younger brother." He looked behind him, but there was only a cramped and narrow room behind him, so there was no one there, and Lu Yanchen was gone.

Song Qingshi blinked his eyes in confusion. At this moment, the environment around him changed suddenly, turning into an empty and dark space.

There was a "click" in his heart, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He hurriedly looked at Yang Liu: "Mom?"

I saw Yang Liu laying motionless on the ground, exactly the same as the day she died, so suddenly that she didn't even say a word.

Song Qingshi's breathing stagnated, and his heart seemed to be held tightly by a big hand, making him breathless.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes as if he couldn't control it. He knelt beside Yang Liu, pushed her body again and again, and said, "Mom, mom, wake up..."

But no matter how he called, Yang Liu still lay motionless on the ground, and no one responded to him.

……

Half asleep and half awake, Lu Yanchen was awakened by a small cry.

He opened his eyes.

Crying came from beside him, he turned his head and saw that Song Qingshi was sleeping peacefully beside him, his sleeping movements were always very small, barely moving.

It's just that at this moment, one tear after another slipped from the corner of his eyes, wet his clothes and pillow, and he murmured softly as if in a dream: "Mom, don't go..."

While whispering, his body twitched slightly.

Lu Yanchen paused for a moment, leaned closer to his ear, and whispered, "Song Qingshi?"

Song Qingshi didn't wake up, but frowned slightly, looking very uncomfortable.

Is this a nightmare?

Lu Yanchen hesitated for a while, and approached him, wrapping one hand around his head and the other around his chest.

It was a pampering pose, although it was not convenient in his current body.

He patted him on the back and coaxed softly: "Song Qingshi, don't be afraid."

At this moment, Song Qingshi muttered something again, but the voice was too low for Lu Yanchen to hear clearly.

He pressed his ear to his lips.

Song Qingshi's mouth opened.

This time he heard clearly that what Song Qingshi murmured was the word "Chenchen".

Lu Yanchen hugged him even harder, and whispered, "I'm here."

"do not leave me……"

"I won't leave you."

In the dream, in the empty and dark space, Song Qingshi sat in front of Yang Liu's body. He bent his knees and hugged his head, repeating over and over again: "Mom, don't go..."

I don't know how many times he repeated it, he suddenly tightened his arms, hugged himself tightly, and unconsciously said: "Chenchen, don't leave me..."

At this time, another crisp voice suddenly appeared in the space: "Brother."

Song Qingshi's head moved, he raised his head from the arms encircling him, only his eyes were exposed, he looked at Lu Yanchen who appeared out of thin air, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lu Yanchen?"

Lu Yanchen sat opposite him, with a smile on his face, and said gently: "Brother, I will accompany you."