become my beauty

The dilapidated facade, and even the flag that is flying is dirty and old like a rag, and people can barely find the connected characters on the rag: Baidian.Contrary to the black shop, but the scene of one school has nothing to do with "white".It is also located in this remote place.

Xue Yang put himself and Xiao Xingchen here.

At this moment, Xue Yang, who came out of Xiao Xingchen's room, asked Xiao Er to clean up the debris in the room.He himself went to the backyard, fetched water, and splashed the water on his face fiercely.Unknowingly flipping the scene in Xiao Xingchen's void in his mind.The him who has not gone down the mountain, the him who met his friends when he went down the mountain, the him who walked alone...and the him in Yicheng.

Xue Yang connects each piece of broken soul, but sees the picture from a long time ago.

Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing sat in the room. "Daozhang, don't give candy to that bad boy in the future. He can buy it himself." Probably because Xiao Xingchen couldn't see it at that time.In the picture, A-Qing is a blurry shadow, tugging at Xiao Xingchen's sleeve.

"Good boy, A-Qing, your share won't move."

"Master Dao, let him go. His injuries are all healed. He has to occupy our place"

"He also said that he has nowhere to go. Moreover, he also helps to buy groceries now. It is much more convenient than before."

"But, he dominates the Taoist priest's bed every day." A-Qing persevered in persuading him.

"Does A-Qing want to sleep in bed? How about I talk to him..."

"No, no, Daoist. It's just that you have to share a bed with him every day. You don't need to look at him to know that he must not sleep well, so Daoist can't have a good rest..."

Before I finished speaking, a voice came from outside the door: "You stinky girl, you like to speak ill of me behind my back when I'm not here. After eating so much sugar, why don't you see your sweet mouth and say something nice?" Xue Yang saw someone who was supposed to be "myself" walk in. What was strange was that his appearance was not a vague shadow, but it was different from his appearance.It looks innocent, with a baby face and a pleasing appearance.

The man's mouth was still unforgiving: "Ask the chief, I sleep well, but I'm not like someone who grinds his teeth at night and talks in his sleep."

"I didn't talk in my sleep." A-Qing retorted angrily.

"I don't know who yelled in the middle of the night the day before yesterday, oh, this chicken drumstick is delicious, Daoist, I'll share it with you."

"Are you still talking about me? Didn't you still grab the Taoist priest's lapel that day and say, Aunt, don't go. You can't even pull it off. I don't know. How does the Taoist priest look like your mother?" A-Qing retorted. Refute.Xue Yang remembered that he really wanted to kill at that time.Turning around, he saw the Taoist priest looking embarrassed and at a loss.Suddenly, the killing intent dissipated.

"I'm cooking today." Xue Yang looked at the strange self and said.I also know the sentence I added in my heart at that time: See if I am poisonous to you.

"Ha, you call it rice? You're making carbon, right? The pot has been changed."

"Okay, okay, let me do it." Xiao Xingchen helplessly stopped the two of them from arguing anytime, anywhere every day.

Rarely added several dishes that day.The hunted pheasants are also on the table.At the banquet, Xiao Xingchen fumbled to put the leftover chicken legs into their bowls for each of them.

The screen changes again.

Drenched and rained.After being subjected to Xue Yang's brutality several times, Mumen finally died again.Xiao Xingchen could only grope for other wooden sticks to repair, to see if he could bring the dead back to life.Because of the sudden rain, Xue Yang had no choice but to sit on the coffin lid opposite him boredly, watching him tinker. "Master Dao, that's not the girl's skin, is it worth rubbing so repeatedly?"

Xiao Xingchen raised his head and looked in his direction: "What nonsense are you talking about again?" His ears turned to the door, "I don't know when A-Qing will come back, and if he has found a place to shelter from the rain."

"Don't worry, that girl is smart, she will naturally find a place to hide from the rain"

"kindness"

Turning his head to look at Xiao Xingchen's extremely serious expression, he felt strange for some reason, wanting to break this situation.Xue Yang said, "Master Daoist, may I tell you my name?"

"If it's not convenient to say it, don't force it"

"Not really, it's just that I don't like people calling me by that name."

"Then... let's talk about it. I don't call this name."

"My name is Chengmei."

Looking carefully at Xiao Xingchen's expression, he did not miss a single bit. "This name..." Xue Yang squinted his eyes, his breathing slowed for a moment, and he didn't say a word. He continued to say, "This name is very good. Wishes and dreams come true. It contains many wishes. I don't know why you I don't like it anymore."

Hearing what he said, Xue Yang understood that he must have not remembered or did not know his own words at all.That's right, when we first met, A Yao just called him hastily.I can't tell if I'm disappointed or happy.

"That's because I think this name is too similar to 'Chen Shimei'. I'm not a person with a bad heart." Xue Yang didn't want to continue this topic anymore.

Xiao Xingchen, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said, "Chengmei".The voice is always clear and gentle, with a hint of deepness. "Actually, I don't know how to mix food. Sorry, I shouldn't scream like that. I won't do it in the future."

"Hmph, it's good to know." Xue Yang took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it bouncingly.

Such a small matter, goodbye in Xiao Xingchen's memory, is as clear as yesterday.

Xue Yang leaned against the edge of the well and slowly slid down.The cold and hard stone hit the wound on his back, and the water in the bucket reflected his appearance. His expression could not be seen clearly on the swaying water surface, only the corners of his cracked mouth and the different colors of spilled paint on his face.