i am not black

On a rainy day, Mu Ling walked under a big tree. He held an umbrella and walked very slowly. Whenever he stepped on the leaves that fell on the ground, his brows would frown. Musty, very sticky, very uncomfortable.

In order to avoid these leaves, he chose another road, which is a narrow alley, sandwiched between several houses, hidden and inconspicuous, usually there are no people, and today only Mu Ling walks in it.

The walls on both sides are off-white, a color that has been baptized by the years, and there are still some oil stains that have not been washed away by the rain.Mu Ling walked slowly, the sound of footsteps could be heard even in the powerful rain.

"Bang Dang." The strong wind blew, and the trash can at the corner in front flew up obliquely, and landed, and some bad peels inside were scattered on the ground.

"Tsk, bad luck." He complained.

"Kang Dang", there was another loud noise, a figure flashed past and hit the trash can, the trash can flew away, the person's body slipped on the peel, the peel split, and the person's skin straightened The ground was rubbed against the ground, blood seeped out, and it hurt to look at it.

Seeing this, Mu Ling turned around and left, but he saw the man's face, although it was only for a brief moment.

The man was a boy with a red feathery birthmark in the corner of his eye.

Mu Ling quickly ran to the block, and when he saw three or two people, he calmed down a little.

Mu Ling was about to go home. He looked at the passing vehicles in front of him, but he didn't notice a group of menacing people walking to the left. They were all boys, looking anxious, looking left and right, looking for something.

"It's unlucky to actually get into a fight." Mu Ling yawned heavily and spoke vaguely. He would never have thought that his casual sentence would change his life.

Among the pedestrians, the leader was Shi Huan, a high school student. According to rumors, he had a lot of influence in the background. Today, their boss' prison technique hadn't appeared for a long time. They suspected that the enemy came to him and intercepted the boss.

Seeing Mu Ling running out in a panic, Shi Huan seemed to be talking about fighting, and after a thought, he stepped forward and grabbed his collar, "What did you say about fighting?"

Mu Ling felt a strong sense of oppression coming, and he, who was always cowardly, didn't know how to deal with it.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know." He whispered, speaking very fast, for fear that if he slowed down, his life would be in danger.

"What's the matter with the fight?" Shi Huan wanted to quickly find out why, he was afraid that something would happen to the boss, so he increased his strength even more.

"Over there, there are people fighting over there." Mu Ling pointed in the direction of the alley and stammered.

Shi Huan led the group of people to run towards the alley. Before leaving, he asked Mu Ling's name. Mu Ling was so nervous that he forgot to lie and gave his real name.

He walked home tremblingly. Fortunately, he didn't get caught in the rain and his clothes were all dry. This was the only thing that made him happy today.

"Muling, you're back." His mother poked her head out of the kitchen, "I'll eat right away, you go wash your hands."

Mu Ling obediently went to wash his hands and sat down at the dinner table.

"Muling, how is school today?" Mother asked with concern.

Mu Ling's schoolbag was thrown downstairs today. It didn't rain at that time, and the schoolbag was not wet, but the books were scattered all over the floor. He went downstairs to pick up books in a panic. Some classmates laughed at him, but fortunately no one beat him. It should be okay, even if I tell my mother, she can do nothing for me, she is just a useless person.

"It's okay." He prevaricates back.

After eating in a hurry, Mu Ling returned to the room, opened the schoolbag, and checked if any books were missing.

"One, two..." He counted, all the books were there, but a notebook was missing, nothing serious.

"It's okay, sleep, tomorrow will be better." He comforted himself and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, he went to school as usual, and when he walked into the classroom, the noisy classroom was instantly quiet. He had long been used to it, and walked to his seat disapprovingly. , even a little skinny, so even if he fell down, the movement was very small, and the big movement was his classmates, as if he had calculated it. As soon as he entered the door, everyone looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Someone started laughing when they reached the position, and now they are laughing even more.

In fact, he knew that his stool had been tampered with, but he still sat on it. He had no other choice.

At the same time, Prison Shu was holding a notebook, looking at the name on it, "Muling." He whispered, then chuckled, and pushed open the door in front of him.

The laughter gradually subsided. Prison Shu remembered Mu Ling's face, a face of a very young boy, even at a glance, the panic was impressive. He saw Mu Ling lying on the ground at a glance. go.

Everyone in the class held their breath, they waited to see Zhuang Shu teach Mu Ling, Jiang Shu is a well-known person in the school, there are many legends about him, it seems that he has done all kinds of murder and arson, and the school people respect him at a distance.

Mu Ling didn't know the prison technique, but only remembered the birthmark on the corner of his eye, and the person who walked towards him now also had that kind of birthmark on the corner of his eye, that kind of birthmark is very rare, except for the boy who fell to the ground that day, there shouldn't be a second one. What did he come for, did he come to take revenge on himself, because he didn't save him.

Mu Ling closed his eyes, waiting for a storm to come.

"Your notebook." Prison Shu looked at him condescendingly, and put the notebook on Mu Ling's desk, "Don't leave after school at noon."

Mu Ling was stunned. Looking at the figure of Prison Shu going away, he felt panicked. He was wearing short sleeves, his hands were very muscular, and he was tall. He must be good at hitting. Hit, when the time comes to take it back with a bruised nose and a swollen face, how can I explain it to my mother?

He went to the back of the classroom and took a tattered stool. He could barely sit on it. He lay on the table and thought about how to explain it when he got home. He fell asleep before he knew it. The teacher didn't care about him. student.

At noon, the sun shines on Mu Ling through the window, and everyone around him has gone to eat. The empty classroom makes his back look lonely, but he doesn't know it.

There was a person standing beside Mu Ling, Prisoner, who was watching Mu Ling silently, not wanting to disturb him. Mu Ling's hair was blond, and it seemed to be invisible in the sun. voice.

Prisoner looked at the watch in his hand, time was running out.

"Wake up." Prisoner pushed Mu Ling's body, he pushed very carefully, Mu Ling's body was very thin, and it would break if he tried hard.

Mu Ling raised his head slowly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and the figure in front of him became clear.

"Don't slap your face, okay?" This is the method Mu Ling thought of. As long as there is no injury on the face, you can't tell it. I don't know if the other party will agree. He tried his best to pretend to be pitiful, his eyes were red and he was about to cry come out.

he thought i was going to hit him

Prisoner asked himself in his heart, seeing what his reaction to me should be.

"I won't hit you, but I want you to promise me one thing." Prisoner said maliciously, his eyes were slightly raised, with a sense of shrewdness.

"What." Mu Ling received it later.

"Join us." Prisoner's eyes met Mu Ling's, and he saw fear and anxiety in his eyes. Once upon a time, Prisoner also had such eyes. He knew that in this case, as long as he threatened again, Mu Ling Ling would immediately agree.

"Okay?" Prisoner raised his fist, clenched it tightly, and suddenly made a clicking sound.

"Okay." Sure enough, Mu Ling agreed.

"Remember what you said." Prisoner lowered his head, and approached Mu Ling all of a sudden, his warm breath rushed towards Mu Ling, hitting Mu Ling on the face.

This is the first time for Mu Ling to see Prison Art from such a close distance. In fact, he is quite handsome, with deep eyes, as if he is pretending to be something unpredictable, and he can see other people's thoughts. His forehead is high, and his lips are as thin as a knife. , the ears are a bit like the ears of elves, very pointed, the only fly in the ointment is the birthmark.

Mu Ling's gaze rested on the birthmark, Jiang Shu noticed something strange, frowned, and patted his head.

"Do you think I look good, but I just have an extra birthmark?"

"No." Mu Ling turned his head guiltily.

"I'll come to you after school in the afternoon and teach you something."

"En." Mu Ling nodded obediently.

After another afternoon of sleep, the classroom became very beautiful under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Mu Ling got up to leave, completely forgetting that he had to wait for the prisoner to come, and when he walked to the door, he saw the prisoner bent over to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, the smoke ring swirling upwards.

"Yo, are you trying to escape?" He held the cigarette between his fingers and approached Mu Ling, "With my strength, even if you run to the sky, I can still find you."

"I..." Mu Ling didn't know how to answer.

"Or you forgot." Prison Shu thought that with Mu Ling's courage he would not escape, so he spoke again.

"Yes." Mu Ling replied softly.

"It seems that you don't care much about what's going on between us."

"No."

"Can you say anything else besides no and yes."

"I……"

"Forget it, stop talking, let's go."

Prison Shu walked forward, Mu Ling followed behind, the two of them walked around the road together for a long time, and finally stopped at a corner, where there were no cameras, and few people came.

"Are you afraid?" Prisoner asked.

"Scared." Mu Ling replied truthfully.

"I want to tell you, first, you don't need to be afraid of me, and second, absolutely trust me, I won't harm you." Prisoner stretched out two fingers one by one, shaking them in front of Mu Ling.

Mu Ling didn't make a sound, he wouldn't trust anyone, he has always been.

"I know" Prisoner asked impatiently.

Mu Ling nodded intimidatingly.

"Then come with me."

Prison Shu took Mu Ling to the side of the road, there were many vehicles passing by, and the speed was very fast, "Close your eyes, don't open them." Prison Shu whispered in his ear.

"what!"

"trust me."

Believe me, it's been a long time, no one has ever told Mu Ling like this, his heart beat fast, he closed his eyes, and he saw that the red light was on.

Prison Shu took Mu Ling's hand and walked quickly among the traffic, the car's horn was shrill and piercing.

"Don't open your eyes."

Three simple words, but reassuring.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Mu Ling opened his eyes, and he was already on the other side of the road. The fear of ignorance in the darkness just now disappeared. It was the prisoner who pulled him over, and his palm still had his warmth.

Is this trust, something he never expected.