Indigo

Kicked him, "Speak."

Miyano still didn't move.

"Damn," Pu Ling sighed, pointing at him, "I'm leaving, you can fend for yourself."

Before he could turn around, he heard the sound of retching on the bed.

"Fuck!" Pu Ling grabbed him and dragged him to the bathroom.

"Ask you if you want to vomit, you are like a squib." He supported Miyano to stand by the toilet, and helped him grab his hair back, "Pit."

Miyano opened his eyes slightly, looked at the toilet, and then looked up at him.

Lost vision and confusion.

Like a beautiful pig.

Actually got kicked by a pig.

Puling sighed.

......

"Do you fucking vomit or not?" Pu Ling clicked his tongue.

Miyano pushed him away, and Pu Ling hit the sink on the back, which hurt a lot.

Miyano said, "Don't fucking rush me."

"..."

Pu Ling took it, and heard about getting up, but I didn't expect that there are people who have drunkenness.

The two stood in a stalemate in the narrow bathroom for a while, and Pu Ling became angry, threw Miyano on the toilet, and walked out.

Then there was a burst of vomiting that sounded like it was in the dark.

Pu Ling stood at the door blowing the cold wind for a long time before covering her coat and walking in.

It's silent, I should have finished vomiting.

Just as Pu Ling was about to open the door to enter the bathroom, Miyano came out with a face full of water, her eyes were still red, but she looked quite awake.

"Are you sober?" Pu Ling said.

Miyano glanced at him, turned around and sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Do you have a stomachache, do you want to..."

"Aren't you going home yet?" Miyano interrupted him with a low voice, "What time is it?"

"Cook some egg soup?" Pu Ling walked towards the small kitchen.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to go home?" Miyano said.

With a bang, Pu Ling threw the pot on the stove.

"Why did you lose your temper at me after drinking in the middle of the night?" He turned and looked at Miyano.

"Why did I lose my temper?" Miyano slowly twisted the cigarette on the coffee table.

"Show someone, show me?" Pu Ling said.

"Immediately," Miyano didn't look at him, raised his finger to the door, "Go out, don't let me see."

Miyano frowned, held a cigarette between his fingers, lowered his head, and didn't speak any more.

Pu Ling stood in the kitchen, feeling an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Not because of what Miyano said, but because of how Miyano is now.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Miyano wiped his face and tied his hair back.

"None of your business." Miyano said.

The moment Miyano opened his mouth, the inexplicable anger that was still suppressed in his heart suddenly rushed to his forehead.

"Hold!"

After Pu Ling cursed, she rushed over, pressed Miyano on the sofa, and punched Miyano with her raised hand.

Miyano probably wasn't fully awake yet, after being punched at the corner of his mouth, he actually stared at him for a few seconds, then turned over and knocked Pu Ling to the ground, then threw himself on him and punched him in the face.

Pu Ling knew that he couldn't beat him, but his brain was burned to the brim. He suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and bit Miyano's shoulder.

"You're not finished, are you?" Miyano wanted to push him away, but Pu Ling wrapped his legs around his waist and pushed him back on the ground.

"Is it me or you?" Pu Ling stared at him from top to bottom.

"Fucking asked me to teach you! Teach you a few tricks! Why do you have to ask me to save you when you are so good at fighting Wang Lei and the others!" Miyano said viciously.

Pu Ling froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Laugh at you, uncle." Miyano scolded.

"Why are you so narrow-minded?" Pu Ling clicked his tongue.

"Fuck, let me get up." Miyano struggled a few times, but failed.

"Just tell me if you are sick or not, what kind of drunkenness did you throw at me in the middle of the night?"

Pu Ling was a little out of breath, fighting with Miyano for a while, most of his physical strength was exhausted.

Miyano half gave way to him, but it's not like he couldn't see it.

"I didn't." Miyano said, "I told you to go back to sleep, what's wrong?"

"Your mouth is really tough, Brother Yan." Pu Ling stared at him and said.

"Get up." Miyano kicked him off his body.

Pu Ling patted his clothes and got up, and went back to the kitchen to make egg soup for him.

Miyano stood and watched him for a while, then lay back on the sofa and lit a cigarette again.

"Drink." Pu Ling handed over the bowl.

Miyano raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the bowl for a while.

"You have to use such a big bowl, it's not that your eggs don't cost money, right?"

"Yeah," Pu Ling nodded, and put the bowl on the tea table, "Drink it."

"..."

Miyano pinched the cigarette, picked up the bowl and took a sip with a spoon.

The taste is okay, a bit bland.

After one sip, my stomach felt relieved.

"You..." Miyano turned his head, halfway through speaking, he was stunned, "What are you doing?"

Pu Ling lay on his bed with her arms pillowed on her head, and covered herself with a quilt.

"You don't have a home yourself?" Miyano looked at him.

"I'm clean today and I can sleep in bed," said Pu Ling.

"Get up." Miyano threw the bowl and walked towards him.

"Sleepy." Pu Ling stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and flicked off the bedside lamp, "You can do whatever you want when I'm asleep."

After speaking, he twisted his face and really fell asleep.

"..." Acted like it was real.

Miyano stared at Pu Ling, turned around and finished eating the eggs in the bowl in three bites, wiped his mouth, and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

After washing, Pu Ling didn't make a sound, and really fell asleep.

Miyano clicked his tongue, turned off the light in the room, lifted the quilt and got in.

Most of the National Day holiday is over in the blink of an eye.

Recently, the leaflets were distributed and changed to another place, the entrance of the Children's Palace.

Today is a cloudy day, no sun, and a bit windy.

"Why is it so cold?" Xiao Xiao took a breath while handing the flyer to a passing aunt, then turned his head and winked at Pu Ling: "That bear is so annoying, who will come to pick up our flyer when it's here? "

Pu Ling followed her gaze and looked over.

Today a man in a puppet bear suit came to distribute leaflets with them.

I don't know if it's a man or a woman, but it should be a man.

The child couldn't walk when he saw this bear, and he was very happy to accept the leaflets in his hand. On the other hand, few people were willing to talk to him and Xiao Xiao.

"With him here, I might not get paid today." Xiao Xiao said weakly.

"Don't be discouraged," Pu Ling smiled, "When you post, treat yourself as a machine, reach out to anyone you see, don't care if the person wants to pick it up, just hand it over, straight to the point."

"You think I haven't tried it, and I'm still rejected." Xiao Xiao clicked his tongue.

Pu Ling only posted all morning today, and had to go home before lunch.His mother stayed at home without a flower shop recently, and he couldn't let her find out about his part-time job.

When checking out, Xiao Xiao was still passing leaflets to people like a machine in the cold wind.

Aunt Mao glanced at her, counted a wad of money from her pocket and handed it to Pu Ling.

"Is it too much?" Pu Ling also counted.

"Not much, it's all for you." Aunt Mao said with a smile.

"Auntie, that's a lot," Pu Ling handed her the extra money, "From seven o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock now, five hours, the holiday is 11 yuan an hour, right, you should give me 55, Not a hundred."

"Here," Aunt Mao stuffed the money into his hand, "whatever is given to you is yours."

"Ah?" Pu Ling didn't understand.

"Auntie likes children like you, so I'll give you more." Auntie Mao said cheerfully.

Pu Ling was a little reluctant to accept the sudden kindness of others, but she couldn't hold back Aunt Mao, so she had to accept it.

Besides, in special times, windfall or something is quite necessary.

Just return the favor next time.

Pu Ling thought about it, thanked Aunt Mao, walked across the square of the Children's Palace to go to the bus stop, and ran into the "bear" head-on within a few steps.

"Bear" had a stack of leaflets in his hand, glanced at him and continued walking, his walking posture was ridiculous, and he almost tripped over something.

Pu Ling reached out to help him.

"..."

"Bear" didn't speak, but nodded his thanks to him.

Pu Ling got off the bus and ran all the way home.

"Why did you come back?" Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, "Where did you go, and there was no one in the early morning."

"Go to a classmate's house to ask questions." Pu Ling said.

"Hey, son is easy to learn?" Mom came over with a smile and brought the freshly fried dishes, "Hurry up and eat."

Pu Ling responded and went to wash her hands.

"Your rib," my mother put a piece of ribs in his bowl, "how does it feel, does it hurt?"

"I don't feel anything, just a little uncomfortable when I cough." Pu Ling said.

"Then Mom will take you to the hospital for a reexamination..."

"Mom." Pu Ling interrupted her, "Do you still want to have a flower shop?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden." Mom frowned and filled a spoonful of soup, "I'm telling you about your ribs."

"My ribs are tied up, it's fine." Pu Ling looked at her, "I asked you if you still want to be a flower shop, you answer me."

"Think about it...Of course I still want to." My mother held the bowl and sighed, "Let's think about it."

"You can drive to the vegetable market. I've seen it. There are many empty shops and it's cheap." Pu Ling said.

My mother's eyes lit up, and she hesitated: "Is it possible? Let's forget it."

"The opposite of the vegetable market is an old community. It may be better for a flower shop to open a market than to open business next to Uncle Hu." Pu Ling thought for a while, "You have to think about it, I will accompany you to rent a shop at any time."

Mom shook her head: "Forget it son, the flower shop is very hard, I'd better find something to do."

"Are you afraid of encountering such a thing again?" Pu Ling said softly, "I assure you, definitely not."

"It's not that I'm afraid." My mother stared at the bottom of the bowl for a while as if in a daze. Passionate, what's wrong with doing something? I have to burn money to open a flower shop, don't you think?"

Pu Ling didn't say a word, and gave her a piece of pork ribs.

"I can do whatever I want," my mother smiled at him, "as long as my son is good."

"I said the same thing to you," Pu Ling said.

"My son is the most righteous." Mom reached out and touched his head, "Little Curly."

"Ah, don't call me that!" Pu Ling couldn't take it anymore.

Miyano took a sip of the soup, covered the noodles, got up and went to the cashier to wipe his mouth with a piece of paper.

Pu Ling closed the geography book and glanced at him: "You haven't eaten dinner, so you have to make noodles for you at 11:30?"

"I'm bored, and I have nothing to do sitting here." Miyano sighed.

"Actually, you don't have to take me home every night, I can take a taxi." Pu Ling looked at him and said.

"It's just you, you're like a miser, and you still take a taxi?" Miyano clicked, "Do you believe me?"

"Believe it," Pu Ling smiled, "Really, I'm not yet at the level of a miser."

"Almost there." Miyano said.

"All right, stop talking nonsense." Pu Ling came out from the cash register, took a big basket in his hand, and began to put the things on the shelves into it one by one.

"What are you doing, favoritism?" Miyano looked at him.

"If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them." Pu Ling frowned. "These are all expired. The boss told me to dispose of them."

"It hasn't expired yet?" Miyano casually picked up a piece of bread and glanced at it, "The production date...is on the 19th, just today?"

"Well, it's 10 o'clock in [-] minutes, so we can handle it," Pu Ling said.

Miyano didn't speak any more, and bent down to help him start looking at the date to look for products that expired in 10 minutes.

Pu Ling stood aside with a basket, stealing a little lazy for a while.

"Didi Didi." The cuckoo electronic clock that the boss Xin installed on the wall suddenly called out.

"It's twelve o'clock." Pu Ling said, yawning, "I'll close the door."

Miyano hummed, took a piece of bread casually, tore it open and took a bite.

"..." Pu Ling was a little speechless, "Are you not full?"

"Well, do you have any questions?" Miyano said.

Just as Pu Ling was about to speak, the curtain of the convenience store was suddenly lifted, and a group of people broke in, bringing in a gust of nighttime cold wind.

"Waiter, bring some supper for my brothers." A short man said loudly.

Pu Ling raised his eyes and saw a man standing beside the short man. The man's right eye was wrapped with gauze, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Pu Ling's complexion changed.

Miyano chewed the bread, and casually threw the crumpled packaging bag into the trash can at the door. He missed the throw, and the bag hit the short man's feet.

"Yo, brother Yan is here too?" Su Ke looked at him and smiled.

"Look." Miyano pointed to the electronic clock on the wall.

"Look at what?" Su Ke raised his eyebrows.

"The bird just chirped, and the place is closed." Miyano said, lifting his chin at him, "Come back."

The author has something to say: fight and fight

PS: JJ's review is also gone, and I feel tired.

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"Closed, right?" Su Ke grinned, turned his head and smiled at the man next to him with gauze wrapped in one eye, turned to look at them and said, "Okay, then you two will walk with us for a while." Let's go."

"Brother Wang is welcome." One Eye said with a smile.

Based on his voice, figure, and the gauze over his eyes, Pu Ling can almost guess that this eye is the brother Ping who was poked in the eye by him that night. He came here in the middle of the night to look for him in order to poke him in the eye too. …

"You let him go home, I'll go." Miyano's voice interrupted Pu Ling's train of thought.

Just as Pu Ling was about to speak, Su Ke smiled and said, "You are embarrassing me, Brother Yan, Brother Wang said, you two can't be less."

Miyano narrowed his eyes: "Are you messing with me?"

Su Ke shook his head, walked a short circle around the shelves, raised his head and said, "You two didn't open this store, did you?"

"The store is not mine. Don't move. If you have anything, come to me." Pu Ling looked at him.

"I don't want to do anything either." Su Ke clicked his tongue, "I'll just invite you two to have a cup of tea, so nervous."

"Go out with your people first." Miyano pointed to the door.

"Brother Yan, you also know that I'm not the kind of person who doesn't follow the rules." Su Ke said.

"I'll let you out." Miyano frowned impatiently.

That brother Ping wanted to say something, but was pushed by Su Ke, and several people walked slowly towards the door.

Miyano walked to the shelf, looking left and right, wondering what he was looking for.

"Are you hungry again?" Pu Ling walked over and asked.

"Here." Miyano reached for two small bottles on the top floor, quickly removed the plastic packaging, and handed them to him.

"Why?" Pu Ling was puzzled holding two bottles of pepper powder.

"Get out later, I said run one, two, three, just run, if someone comes to drag you, you can sprinkle this on his eyes." Miyano said.

"..." Pu Ling sighed, "Do you mean to let me go first?"

"Smart, that's what it means." Miyano patted him on the shoulder, ready to turn around and go out.

Pu Ling stretched out her hand to grab his arm: "I won't go, if you want to go, go."

"you......"

"Whoever leaves will be the grandson." Pu Ling said again.

Miyano stared at him for a while, then pointed at him with a helpless look on his face, but luckily he didn't insist on letting him go first.

Pu Ling went to the back room to turn off the power, took the key and locked the door of the convenience store, and then went out with Miyano.

Su Ke and the others stood under the tree smoking, and when they saw them coming out, they all cast their eyes over.

"Where are you going?" Miyano asked impatiently.

An old bread car was parked on the side of the road, and Su Ke opened the door for him: "Brother Yan, get in the car."

Miyano turned to look at him.

Before Pu Ling could react, she was suddenly pulled.

He raised his eyes and saw Miyano blocked him with his body, and then kicked Su Ke's knee.

Su Ke suddenly lost his footing, and knelt down on one knee, frowning painfully.

"Fuck!" Brother Ping, who was about to get in the car, slammed the door and walked over, "Miyano!"

Several men quickly gathered around.

Miyano reacted quickly, grabbed Su Ke and pulled him by the shoulders, and threw him forward, onto a man who was about to rush forward.

Su Ke and the man fell to the ground one after another, their noses touching their heads, but they couldn't get up immediately.

"Miyano! You're being unreasonable! Who of us said we're going to fight you!" Brother Ping roared.

"Zhang Ping, don't pretend to be super-civilized for me, you didn't do anything?" Miyano looked at him, "So many of you beat up a child that night, why don't you show some shame!"

"I haven't done anything to him, right? He's not a complete person now, okay? Look at me!" Zhang Ping almost jumped up after hearing this, glared at Pu Ling behind him, and pointed at the cloth wrapped in gauze. eyes, "My eyes were almost blinded by this little bastard!"

"That's what you fucking deserve." Miyano said.

"Fuck. Tell me one more thing?" Zhang Ping looked at him.

"You deserve it," Miyano said word for word, raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ping watched him for a long time, lit a cigarette, and looked at him sideways: "Miyano, you've made great progress."

Without waiting for Miyano to speak, Zhang Ping said again: "I haven't been to your mother's place recently, she has made a boyfriend again, and every day is very good, so I don't have time to take care of you, a little wild child."

Pu Ling froze for a moment, subconsciously looked at Miyano, but because he was standing behind, he could only see the back of his head.

"What did you say?" Miyano's voice was a little low.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ping blew out a smoke ring, thought for a while and smiled, "Oh, little wild species, yes, I said you are a small wild species."

The other men all laughed strangely.

"Sometimes it's funny to think about people like you," Zhang Ping laughed unsteadily, "Your parents don't want you, and you're still being dragged around like something all day long. What kind of boss, tsk tsk, it's just a private person who can't see the light and no one wants..."

Zhang Ping couldn't complete the rest of the sentence, because a figure suddenly rushed up and fell to the ground with him heavily.

Most of Pu Ling's body pressed against Zhang Ping, her fingers tightly grasped the Swiss Army Knife, and pressed it against Zhang Ping's throat.

"Fuck..." Zhang Ping struggled for a while, his face was flushed red due to lack of oxygen due to nervousness, and he couldn't utter a single word of fuck.

"Puling!" Miyano called him.

Pu Ling didn't look back, but raised her eyes and stared at Su Ke and the others: "Don't fucking come here."

"Brother Ping!" Su Ke yelled, and then turned his head to yell at him, "Put down the knife!"

"Shut up!" Pu Ling yelled back.

Su Ke was taken aback for a moment, unable to speak.

"You," Pu Ling turned her gaze back to Zhang Ping's face, and said with lowered eyes, "You want to die, don't you?"

Zhang Ping coughed, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were fixed on him.

"I want to live, I apologize." Pu Ling said, her voice slightly panting.

The handle of the knife was so hard that it hurt Pu Ling's palm.

My hand was sweating, and I felt a little unable to hold it.Pu Ling grasped harder, but restrained herself, and didn't go deep into Zhang Ping's flesh.

"Yes...I'm sorry...I'm sorry." Zhang Ping gritted his teeth and said.

Miyano clicked his tongue and frowned.

Pu Ling stared at Zhang Ping's face, slightly bent her knees, and put away the knife while getting up slowly.

"Fuck! I can't kill you!"

Su Ke rushed towards him, and Pu Ling's saber was thrown out.

Miyano grabbed a man by the shoulder and slammed him into a tree. Just as he was about to continue his attack, a sharp police whistle came from not far away.

"Su Ke's note is here!" Someone shouted.

Miyano kicked the man, bent down to pick up the saber on the ground, turned to look at Pu Ling who hadn't reacted yet, reached out and grabbed his arm and ran forward.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Miyano stopped panting, but Pu Ling didn't stop and bumped into his back.

"Don't run away." Miyano said, handing him the saber that had been in his hand.

Pu Ling took it and put it in his pocket.

"Why this?" Miyano asked.

"After that rib was broken," Pu Ling gasped, "I kept it with me all the time."

Miyano didn't speak, but nodded after a while.

"Where is this?" Pu Ling said.

"I don't know." Miyano looked up and looked around, guessing that it was a residential area similar to theirs. It was pitch black in the middle of the night, and everyone was probably asleep.

Fortunately, there were taxis on the road, so he flagged one down.

Pu Ling was lying on the back seat, and the wind blew in through the crack of the window, which made his hairs stand on end, and he realized after a while that his back was covered in sweat, and he was almost half dry.

It turned out to be scary.

Pu Ling thought.

Obviously at that time, my mind was blank, and my body only knew to rush forward, hitting the person headfirst on the ground.

Feeling the warm touch on the back of his hand, Pu Ling lowered his head and looked at Miyano's hand.

"Puling..." Miyano was lying in the same posture as him, but his fingers firmly grasped the back of his hand.

Miyano's voice was a little low, and he said cautiously, "Thank you."

"And next time, don't do this." He said.

Pu Ling stared at his face and nodded perfunctorily.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" Miyano asked, his voice still low.

Pu Ling liked to listen to it a little bit, like listening to lullabies, it made people feel very comfortable, and they could calm down unconsciously.

"The day after tomorrow." Pu Ling said.

"Are you sleepy?" Miyano asked again.

"No." Pu Ling held back a yawn that was about to exit.

"Then I'll take you somewhere." Miyano said, patted the driver's seat, "Master, change the way."

The place Miyano mentioned was a residential building not too far from the old city where they lived.

The residential building is connected to the old factory building. Pu Ling vaguely heard that this place is going to be demolished, but I don't know why it has not been demolished.

Cities in the north get cold very quickly in autumn, especially at night.

Pu Ling sneezed, covered her coat and followed Miyano into the building.

Miyano touched the wall, and the lights in the corridor turned on.

Pu Ling raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the wall in front of him.

He froze for a moment, walked forward to the wall, and touched the wall with his hand.

The paint on the wall is dry, it should have been there for a while.

"You drew it?" Pu Ling turned to look at Miyano.

Miyano nodded.

Pu Ling was a little pleasantly surprised, and stretched out her hand to touch it again, as if unsure.

Under the dim warm yellow light, large areas of bright red and dark blue collided and intertwined on the wall, splashing countless starlight and fire points.

Pu Ling didn't understand art, and he didn't have much appreciation for paintings, but he liked them for no reason.

"What's your name?" He turned his head to look at Miyano again.

"It's called Universe." Miyano said, and at some point there was an extra mask in his hand.

Pu Ling lowered his head and glanced at a rag bag at his feet, which contained various jars and brushes.

"Why is it called the universe?" Pu Ling asked.

Miyano didn't speak, and suddenly grabbed his arm and ran upstairs.

"What are you doing..."

"I'll redraw it for you."

Miyano put the gas mask on his face and shook the jar in his hand.

Pu Ling was sitting on the top step of the stairs, holding the coat that Miyano had taken off, watching him from a distance.

Miyano only wore short sleeves on his upper body, revealing a slender and powerful arm, his hair was tied up randomly, and his back looked like a particularly unreasonable and rude woman.

But there is a wonderful and beautiful waist.

Thinking of this, Pu Ling couldn't help laughing, and then looked away a little guilty, watching Miyano's graffiti very honestly.

Miyano used spray paint cans and other graffiti tools very skillfully, and the strength of the movements seemed to have been practiced for a long time.

Pu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, seeing him every day, she didn't know that he would do this.

In the middle of the painting, Miyano might be a little tired, so he took off his mask and stopped to smoke a cigarette.

He looked up at Pu Ling, with a confused expression on his face, as if he had forgotten about Pu Ling while he was painting, so he was a little surprised when he suddenly noticed him.

Pu Ling coughed, "Go ahead and paint, don't worry about me."

Miyano smiled at him. I don't know if it's because of the light filter, Miyano's smile looks much more sincere than any previous one.

Also, a lot more charming.

What a fascination... something seems a little off lately.

Pu Ling propped his head to think.

After finishing the painting, it is still the one on the wall downstairs just now, the color is darker, it may be because I changed the nozzle and applied more force when coloring.

Miyano stopped in front of the wall and tilted his head to look at it for a while, then took out his phone and took a photo.

Pu Ling stood up, he was farther away from the wall, and seemed more sensible.

Miyano stands in front of the wall, almost blending with the violent collision of colors, giving Pu Ling the illusion that he is in the universe.

"So why is it called the universe?" Pu Ling asked.

Miyano turned around and looked at him through a mask.

Pu Ling couldn't see his face, and didn't know what his expression was, but he felt that Miyano was smiling.

Miyano suddenly reached out and took off the mask, revealing narrow eyes and reddish lips.

Sure enough, he was laughing.

Pu Ling stared at him thinking.

"Puling." Miyano called him.

"Have you ever had that kind of... just that kind of dream, which is very strange, but you can't bear it when you wake up?" Miyano walked up the steps step by step, and stopped at the next step of Puling On the ground, the two were just at eye level.

"I did, when I was a child." Miyano said, "Many, many."

Pu Ling was distracted by his voice and gaze, and hummed perfunctorily and earnestly.

"When I woke up, I saw a dilapidated room of less than ten square meters, but when I fell asleep, I was in the universe."

Miyano laughed again and said, "What Zhang Ping said is right."

"What?" Pu Ling frowned.

"I'm a bastard." Miyano paused for a while, and then said, "Luo Ying said that no one wants me, and if she could, she wouldn't want me either."

"Brother Yan." Pu Ling was speechless and could only hold his hand.

Miyano was very strange. His body was sweating from the heat of a wall just finished graffiti, but his palms were as cold as hell.

There was still color left on his palm, and he accidentally rubbed some onto Pu Ling's fingertips.

"I often had that kind of dream when I was a child," Miyano raised his finger to the wall, "I dreamed that I was in such a place, and the feeling of floating and powerless was very real, and I couldn't grasp anything."

"But it's very beautiful, and it seems good to be inside all the time." Miyano turned to look at his painting, "Sometimes I hate waking up, and I still do now."

Pu Ling looked at him, and felt that Miyano's condition looked like the sunset he saw when he took the long-distance bus past the bay that day, weak and quiet, and wanted to let himself sink below the sea level, and then the next day, everything would go on as usual. Nothing rose up.

Miyano needed a little reassurance.

Pu Ling thought, felt that after such a messy night like a trash can, his mind was also messed up like a trash can.

In the confusion, he called Miyano's name.

Miyano hummed and looked at him with gentler eyes than usual.

"Have you taken my hand?" Puling said.

Miyano froze for a moment, then smiled: "What are you doing?"

"Hold on, I'll take you out of that universe." Pu Ling said.

"what......"

Before Miyano could speak, Pu Ling's face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and his eyelashes brushed the bridge of his nose.

Then there was a touch on the lips, moist and warm.

Pu Ling kissed him.

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Pu Ling's lips were soft.

Pu Ling didn't have any kissing skills, and bit his lip so painfully.

These are the only two thoughts in Miyano's mind.

(See Old Ford for the full version)

Before Pu Ling could react, his lips were suddenly bitten roughly by Miyano.He subconsciously licked it, and immediately there was a rusty taste in his mouth.

"Fuck." Pu Ling frowned, which really pushed Miyano away.

"Miyano, are you a dog? If you are hungry and eat meat, why bite me!" He stared at Miyano.

Miyano froze for a moment, leaned against the wall to stand firm, then looked at him and laughed.

"Are you kidding me?" Pu Ling pointed at him, unhappily took a crumpled tissue from his pocket and pressed it to his lips.

"You..." Miyano opened his mouth and stopped talking. He fumbled in his pocket, but couldn't find any cigarettes.

Just now, the blood rushed to his head, but now he suddenly calmed down, and some embarrassing emotions seemed to float up.

"Have you..." Puling said.

"Huh?" Miyano stopped and looked at him.

Pu Ling glanced at him, and asked slowly, "Is it better?"

Miyano let out a cry, and found that Pu Ling's expression was very righteous, she almost wrote "I kiss you just to make you feel better" on his face.

He suddenly felt less embarrassed.

"Well, it's much better." Miyano said, and thought it was a natural smile.

When he looked down and saw Pu Ling's bright red lips with a small cut, he stopped smiling again.

"Miyano." Pu Ling tugged at his clothes and handed him the coat.

Miyano took it and was silent for a while, then suddenly came over and kissed him on the face.

Pu Ling didn't even have time to react.

"Thank you." Miyano looked at him and said softly, "I know, thank you."

After the long vacation, the school suddenly asked all sophomore students to stay in school for evening self-study. At the same time, a school rule was added that mobile phones were not allowed to go to school.

The second year of high school mourned.

The timetable stipulated that evening self-study would end at 09:30. Pu Ling did some calculations, and there was still time to go directly to the convenience store after class.

It's just that my mother doesn't know what to say.

Pu Ling turned her head and glanced at Feng Han, who was secretly playing with his cell phone with his head buried in the table.

"Go to a classmate's house for tutoring?" Mom frowned, "Which classmate, do I know him?"

"Just Feng Han, I'm at the same table. I met you when you came to the parent-teacher meeting." Pu Ling handed her a cup of freshly brewed brown sugar water.

"Oh." Mom took the cup and asked again, "Have your ribs hurt recently?"

"Mom, I'm telling you about tutoring." Pu Ling sat down on the sofa, sighed and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"I know, don't work too hard, your body is important." Mom said.

"I don't fight very hard." Pu Ling said.

Mom touched his face and said with a smile: "Son, Mom has decided to reopen a flower shop."

"Have you figured it out?" Pu Ling asked.

"Yes." Mom nodded.

My mother rented a small shop at the back entrance of the vegetable market, and it opened on Monday, just in time for Pu Ling to go to school.

Pu Ling was fidgeting all morning, for fear that Wang Lei would come looking for trouble again.

He ran to the vegetable market as soon as school was over at noon, and didn't even bother to eat.

Pu Ling walked around to the back door like a gust of wind and braked in time, but didn't run over immediately.

The flower shop business seemed to be doing well. He saw his mother wrapped a bouquet of flowers for an old man, and the two were talking with a smile.

A tricycle parked at the entrance of the flower shop, with a parasol beside it.

Miyano lay on the tricycle with her arms under her pillow, her legs crossed, and she hid under the umbrella with her eyes closed to rest.

Pu Ling stroked her curly bangs, which were blown by the wind because she ran too fast, and walked towards him.

Miyano heard the movement and opened one eye to look at him.

"What kind of ears are you?" Pu Ling clicked his tongue.

"Dog ears." Miyano said.

"Yes." Pu Ling nodded.

"Why didn't I reply to your message?" Miyano stretched and sat up from the tricycle.

"The school doesn't allow you to bring your mobile phone, so I turned it off," Pu Ling said.

"Oh," Miyano stretched again after getting out of the car, wrapping his long arms around his shoulders, "Go to lunch."

"How do you know I haven't eaten?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"He ran all the way here." Miyano flicked his hair with his fingers, "The bangs are all wet."

"I'm in a hurry." Pu Ling said.

"I know, you're afraid that Wang Lei and the others will come again." Miyano said, "So I'm here, and I've been guarding here."

"...Thank you." Pu Ling said.

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