Indigo

forget about it.

Final exams are held on Friday and Saturday.

Pu Ling's review effect is quite satisfactory, at least the topic can be understood, and after understanding it can produce a sense of familiarity.After two days of the test, I feel pretty good in all subjects except mathematics.

Lao Yu said that his grades would come out in two days, and he would come to school to get his grades and homework during the winter vacation. This meant that he could relax completely in the past two days. Pu Ling didn't stop, and went straight to the Children's Palace after the exam.

The message that Miyano sent that day was still on the interface.

- don't come to my grandson.

He said it harshly, but I haven't seen him at home for the past few days. I don't know if he is deliberately avoiding Pu Ling or deliberately avoiding Pu Ling.

- I'll be there in half an hour, you wait.

Pu Ling got on the bus and replied with his mobile phone.

Miyano's news quickly jumped in.

-day!Why didn't you tell me in advance?

- Didn't I say that in advance?Half an hour early.

-[middle finger][middle finger]

When Miyano arrived at the square, Pu Ling was handing out leaflets and standing side by side with a little girl.

He recognized this little girl, Pu Ling called her name, what was it called Xiao, but he couldn't quite hear it through the hood.

Miyano walked straight towards Pu Ling.

"Here?" Pu Ling glanced at him, with no surprise on his face, "Have you cut your hair short?"

"Go to Uncle Yong's place to cut people who are neither human nor ghost." Miyano took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Very handsome.

Pu Ling thought in her heart.

"Is this your friend?" Xiao Xiao gently touched his arm, "So handsome."

Well my friend, that bear you scolded several times before.

Miyano smiled and nodded: "Hello."

Xiao Xiao screamed softly, ran away with the flyer blushing.

"..."

After Xiao Xiao left, Miyano became less calm and coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Why don't you wear your bear clothes and bear pants today?" Pu Ling looked him up and down and said.

"That's enough, you." Miyano pointed at him

"If you want to change your career, you can win the actor, brother Yan," Pu Ling clicked, "You kicked me before, why are you so good?"

"Shut up, can you?" Miyano took the stack of leaflets in his hand and was about to distribute them elsewhere.

Aunt Mao came over with a smile and bumped into him head-on.

"Hey you..." Aunt Mao was taken aback, pointed at him, then turned to look at Pu Ling, "He..."

"Should I pretend not to know you now?" Aunt Mao lowered her voice and said to Miyano, "Can't he know?"

Pu Ling tried very hard not to laugh.

Miyano's hair was black, and he sighed, "There's no need to act as an aunt, he already knew."

"Ah, are you out of fashion so quickly?" Aunt Mao sighed regretfully, "Your acting skills are not good."

"Yes." Miyano nodded.

Pu Ling couldn't help but still laughed.

"Your brother, I was worried that you worked too hard," Aunt Mao patted him on the shoulder, "that's why I gave you his share of salary."

"My brother is really a good man." Pu Ling said seriously.

"Brothers are so nice." Aunt Mao sighed and walked away.

Miyano: "..."

"Brother." Pu Ling called him.

"You're not finished yet, are you?" Miyano clicked his tongue.

"You are so kind." Pu Ling said.

"Don't flatter." Miyano said.

"You're so kind." Pu Ling looked at him, "I didn't flatter you, but I spoke from the bottom of my heart."

Miyano looked at him for a while, but couldn't help it: "Damn, I can't stand you being so affectionate."

"After distributing the leaflets later, let's go buy new year's goods, and go to see Gu Xiaohei." Pu Ling said.

"Gu Xiaohei?" Miyano raised his eyebrows, "I almost forgot about it."

Pu Ling smiled, but said nothing.

Probably because Miyano was by his side to distribute leaflets together, Pu Ling felt that the efficiency this afternoon was several times higher than usual.

After a few hours, Miyano distributed the most leaflets.

It doesn't matter whether you wear the bear outfit or not, the main thing is that you have to be good-looking so that passers-by are willing to accept your flyers.

Gee.

Pu Ling turned her head to look at Miyano's back and was distracted.

The look of Miyano's hair after cutting short is a bit different from the look before.

Mentally, it's cool.

So handsome.

Pu Ling thought.

Miyano turned his head and saw him, raised his eyebrows at him and continued to distribute leaflets.

Eyebrows look so good too.

Day, how come you look like a pervert.

Fuck it and don't watch it.

Pu Ling withdrew her gaze, and suddenly felt that someone was looking at her from the corner of her eye.He turned his head, and the gaze disappeared again.

"Is this salary going to your brother or you?" Aunt Mao asked with a smile.

"Give it to him," Miyano smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "To be an older brother, you have to let your younger brother."

Aunt Mao handed over the salary for two to Pu Ling.

Pu Ling glanced at him, took the salary and thanked him.

"Puling Puling," Xiao Xiao tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Is this your brother?"

"What's wrong?" Pu Ling asked.

"Can you tell me his contact information?" Xiao Xiao blushed slightly, "He's so handsome."

"Aren't I handsome?" Pu Ling looked at her, "Why don't you want me?"

"Oh, fuck you," Xiao Xiao slapped him reproachfully, "Tell me."

"He has no mobile phone, no phone, and no WeChat." Pu Ling said.

"Is there always Penguin? It's the 21st century." Xiao Xiao asked.

"No." Pu Ling said.

"You..." Xiao Xiao glared at him and walked away.

"What are you talking about?" Miyano walked over, "Didn't you talk about buying new year's goods?"

"Oh, let's go." Pu Ling nodded.

Miyano followed behind him and looked back at the little girl.

I'm a little upset.

Why are you pushing and shoving after talking for so long, tsk.

After winter, it gets dark very quickly, and the New Year's goods market is almost closed.

The two came out of the market empty-handed and bought nothing.

I don't really think it's a waste of time, probably because Miyano is by my side, everything seems to be very interesting, and it's also interesting to come here for nothing.

"You don't know how to plan. You should come early in the morning. How can you buy New Year's goods at night." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"Let's go and see the cat," Pu Ling said.

The two bought some cat food and toys in the supermarket, and took a taxi to the rescue center.

A little nurse sitting at the front desk recognized Pu Ling at a glance: "Are you here to see Gu Xiaohei again?"

Pu Ling smiled and nodded, followed the nurse inside.

"Do you come here often?" Miyano asked after him.

"If you don't come as a father, then I can only come for you." Pu Ling said.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Miyano clicked his tongue, "I'm not free."

"Why did you say it? If I didn't find out, you wouldn't have told me about handing out flyers." Pu Ling looked back at him.

"Why do you keep comparing me?" Miyano frowned.

"Just compare." Pu Ling said.

The nurse pushed open the door of a small room, and there were kittens crawling around inside.

"Gu Xiaohei..." The nurse glanced at the room, dazzled for a moment, "Look for it yourself, I can't tell the difference."

Pu Ling thanked her and entered the room with Miyano.

"Is it this one?" Miyano grabbed a little black cat by the back of its neck, "Is it?"

"That's his girlfriend." Pu Ling stood up, holding a black kitten in her arms, "This is Gu Xiaohei."

"How do you know it's a girl? What if it's a boyfriend." Miyano put down the female version of Gu Xiaohei, stretched out his hand to scratch Gu Xiaohei's chin in Pu Ling's arms, "Xiao Gu, do you still recognize your father?"

Gu Xiaohei turned the cat's head coldly and meowed.

"He forgot about me." Miyano was a little disappointed, he forgot to put his fingers down.

"Then you will come here often in the future." Pu Ling stretched out her hand and gently squeezed his fingers.

Miyano froze for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

The author has something to say: not updated after tomorrow

☆, 28

After playing with Gu Xiaohei's toy for a while, Miyano barely got acquainted with it.

"How are you spending the Chinese New Year?" Pu Ling sat cross-legged and looked at him and asked suddenly.

"New Year's Eve?"

"correct."

Miyano scratched Gu Xiaohei's chin: "Just live like this, how can you live."

It's very strange, Mingming and Miyano have been neighbors for several years, but this is the first time I've thought about this question, as if this is the first time Miyano has known each other this year.

There is an indescribable feeling, familiar and strange.

Hypocritical.

Pu Ling clicked her tongue inwardly, and turned away to tease other kittens.

"I remember when I was a child." Miyano also sat down and smiled, "The grandma next door would give me red envelopes, so I will give you a red envelope this year too?"

"I'm almost an adult, no need." Pu Ling said.

"That's right, you'll be going to college in a year or so." Miyano sighed, "Remember to tell me what college is like when the time comes, I really want to see it."

Pu Ling looked up at him, wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, feeling a little sore in her heart.

"I may not be able to get into a good university." After thinking for a long time, Pu Ling held back a sentence.

"Are you a man?" Miyano looked at him with disgust, "You think you're not good enough before you take the exam?"

"Yes." Pu Ling nodded.

"..." Miyano couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Speechless."

"I met Fang Xun that day, and he said that Yan Ze was his cousin." Pu Ling changed the subject with a guilty conscience.

"I know." Miyano glanced at him lazily, "Otherwise you think Xue Xin is so foolish and easy to be fooled."

"What should he do with you when he leaves the hospital?" Pu Ling asked.

"His brother is like that, and he dares to cause trouble again?" Miyano shook his head, "No."

Pu Ling said, "I think so too."

Miyano looked at him in silence for a while: "Why do I always feel that you are a little out of words today?"

"..." Pu Ling said seriously, "I don't have it."

"Don't belittle yourself all the time, okay?" Miyano raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, "I think you can get into a good university, really."

"Do you still know how to underestimate yourself?" Pu Ling said.

"I'm not particularly illiterate either." Miyano clicked his tongue.

A tabby meowed, awkwardly climbed onto Miyano's shoulder, and licked his ear.

"Ouch baby." Miyano squinted and smiled, reaching out to pick up the cat and rub it.

"You two look alike." Pu Ling said.

"Really." Miyano lifted the cat up to his face and smiled at him.

The fluff on the spotted cat rubbed against Miyano's face, softening his facial features a lot.

It may also be because of Miyano's laugh, the ruffian in him seems to have a hidden skill, and it disappears when he says he can't see it.

Miyano's eyelids were dyed by the warm yellow light in the room, and the pupil lines in the eyeballs seemed to turn golden.

Pu Ling liked Miyano's current appearance very much.

Not aggressive, gentle, and a little kind.

Broken words.

Pu Ling frowned, and said suddenly: "If I go to a good university, you..."

"Just what?" Miyano asked.

"Will you like me?"

As soon as he asked, Pu Ling felt that he was stupid, but he didn't regret asking.

Miyano's smile froze a bit, and he continued to laugh after a while: "Don't keep joking."

"I don't like to joke, and this is not a joke." Pu Ling looked at him.

"Didn't you make me forget what happened that night?" Miyano stopped laughing, "Then what do you mean by mentioning it now?"

That's right, isn't it best to forget?

Why did it suddenly come up again? Pu Ling was also dumbfounded.

"I..." He raised his eyes and looked at Miyano, his head was dizzy, "I don't know."

Miyano seemed to sigh, and reached out to touch his face again: "Fool."

"I don't want to mention this," Pu Ling looked down at the floor and frowned, "but I don't know why I said it, I obviously think it's good not to mention it, and it's good for us now, we can Not that much of a burden but..."

but.

I am not satisfied again when I see you smiling at me.

Pu Ling wanted to say it, but her throat seemed to be stuck and she couldn't say it.

Miyano didn't speak, turned to put the cat aside, then turned to look at him again.

"If you want to refuse, I'll understand if you don't speak. You don't need to say it." Pu Ling's voice was a little muffled, and frustration and displeasure could be heard clearly, "I don't want to hear..."

The words could not be finished.

Because Miyano didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he leaned over and kissed Pu Ling on the lips.

Cool, numb.

Pu Ling froze, her whole body seemed to be nailed in place, and it took a while to realize that she was a living person who could move.

"You..." Pu Ling moved her lips, "What do you mean?"

Miyano smiled, brushing his eyebrows with fingertips.

"I don't want to spend the New Year alone this year." Pu Ling heard him say.

"Isn't Gong He a human?" Pu Ling asked.

"You're so stupid, why are you picking on the thorns all the time?" Miyano sighed.

"Oh." Pu Ling nodded.

That Gonghe is not a human being.

He waited for Miyano to speak, but Miyano did not speak again for a long time.

"No more?" Pu Ling couldn't help but say.

"What?" Miyano asked.

"Are you finished?" Pu Ling frowned.

"Not yet," Miyano lowered his head, his voice was a little low, "still talking."

Pu Ling froze for a moment, wanting to laugh.

"I," Miyano paused, "I won't like you just because you got into a good university, you know, your question is a bit substandard..."

"Yeah, I see." Pu Ling interrupted him with a nod, not wanting to hear it anymore.

Miyano glanced at him: "I haven't finished yet."

"It doesn't seem to matter to me whether you get into a good university or not," Miyano said, "If I like you, I'll like you even if you're illiterate; if I don't like you, it's useless even if you go to Peking University. "

"So?" Pu Ling couldn't help but ask.

Regarding the question of whether Miyano liked him at the last good university.

He really, really, really just said it offhand because his mind was dizzy.

Unexpectedly, Miyano started to analyze seriously.

"So, so," Miyano stammered, looking at him with some confusion, "So why?"

"You walked around for a long time, saying that you don't want to celebrate the new year alone, and then you are an illiterate Peking University student. What exactly are you trying to say?"

Pu Ling sighed, feeling that in Miyano's long, complicated and twisted speech, his mind, which was dizzy at first, gradually cleared up and became easier to use.

"I..." Miyano felt helpless, "Isn't what I said clear enough?"

"Why do you understand?" Pu Ling was also helpless.

"...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Miyano said.

The author has something to say: Sorry! ! ! !I think this chapter was written too hastily, and I will revise it after I finish the exam. Anyway, I always have to confess, right? Don’t worry!

By the way: I have a final exam two days after the university, and I should be able to resume normal updates on the 1st ^

☆, 29

Forget it, when I didn't say it.

I don't even know what I want to say.

Miyano took a deep breath, and raised his eyes to meet Pu Ling's.

"Then why are you kissing me?" Pu Ling asked expressionlessly.

"..."

The two had nothing to say all the way, Miyano sent Pu Ling to work in a convenience store, and slipped away without eating a can of instant noodles.

Very unlike Miyano's style.

Gee.

Pu Ling casually flipped through the small book to read Miyano's credit statement, and frowned.

The results of the final exam came out quickly, and Pu Ling went back to school to get the report card and winter homework.

He didn't do very well in the exam, but at least he improved a little bit, at least he didn't get one or two like before, at least he got a middle-to-lower one.

Moreover, geography has made progress, and Pu Ling was specially called to the office by the geography teacher to praise her.

Holding a certificate of special progress award, Pu Ling reluctantly left the school.

It's winter vacation.

He looked up at the sky.

nowhere to go.

Lao Hu was there all day at my mother's place, but his presence made them both uncomfortable.

I don't want to be alone at home either.

After Miyano went to the rescue center that night, she seemed to have evaporated from the world again, and Pu Ling waited at home so that she couldn't wait for anyone to show up.

Regardless of Pu Ling's willingness or not, the two of them still fell into the unspeakable embarrassment of the previous period.

What Miyano wanted to say, and that inexplicable kiss.

Pu Ling understood a little bit, but he didn't seem to understand it very well.

So annoying.

Whenever something involves feelings, it is as troublesome as a ball of wool tied with countless knots.

Pu Ling was not a particularly patient person, and neither was Miyano.

bother.

Trouble trouble trouble.

...to make money.

Pu Ling went to the Children's Palace Square to find Aunt Mao.

Aunt Mao was sitting under a tree eating melon seeds, and when she saw him, she asked, "Does my new clothes look good, Xiao Pu?"

Pu Ling looked at the big red gown on her body, nodded and said, "It's pretty."

"I knew it was pretty," Aunt Mao laughed. "Where's your brother, isn't he here to help you with work today?"

"He's busy." Pu Ling said.

"There were a lot of things a year ago." Aunt Mao nodded, and took the leaflet out of the box and gave it to him.

Zhou Yang came up panting with a box of things in his arms, and put the box on the ground.

"It's killing me." Zhou Yang shook his hand.

"Take it easy." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"Hey, I didn't say it," Zhou Yang squinted his eyes and looked up at the wall, "Why did you find such a broken building painting? You painted it?"

Miyano bent down and took out a spray paint can from the box on the ground, shook it, and sprayed it on the wall.

"Don't you believe me?" he asked.

"Why didn't you know you had such a precious skill before?" Zhou Yang pushed Miyano's shoulder with a cheap smile.

"Nonsense, can I talk to you easily if I have precious skills?" Miyano said.

"It's my girlfriend's birthday after a while, so you can show me a skill." Zhou Yang said.

"Okay," Miyano glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Find me a clean wall for my birthday, right? The surrounding atmosphere has to be..."

"All right, all right," Zhou Yang quickly waved his hands, "I'm so troublesome, let's stop."

"It's not true love." Miyano shook his head.

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Zhou Yang slapped him on the back.

Miyano looked at him, from the left face to the right face, and from the right face back to the left face.

"What, what are you doing?" Zhou Yang felt a little guilty after being stared at by him.

"Your current girlfriend," Miyano thought for a while, "is the sixth one this year?"

"The seventh one," Zhou Yang said, "the fifth one was discussed for three days without letting you know."

"Scumbag."

"How can this be considered a scumbag?" Zhou Yang said solemnly, "When I was with them, everyone was very attentive, okay?"

"Then let me ask you," Miyano looked at him, "I have encountered some troublesome problems recently..."

Zhou Yang nodded very intently.

Miyano looked at him for a while, then sighed, "Forget it, I didn't ask."

"Are you annoying? I'm ready to listen to gossip!" Zhou Yang shouted.

"Oh, it's not a troublesome question, I just..." Miyano looked at Zhou Yang again, "I think you are unreliable, I can't say."

"Don't tell me I'm leaving." Zhou Yang clicked his tongue and gestured to leave.

Miyano grabbed his hand again.

"Ouch!" Zhou Yang sat down on the stairs helplessly, and turned to look at him, "Brother Yan, tell me, I'm tight-lipped, I promise I won't even tell Yan Run."

"You said that." Miyano pointed at him.

"I said so." Zhou Yang raised four fingers.

"That's right, that's what it is," Miyano touched his nose, "I can't seem to control myself."

"Be more specific."

"Just me and him, it's obviously not a relationship between lovers, but..."

"Did you do it?" Zhou Yang looked serious.

"Do, what are you doing?" Miyano still hadn't reacted.

"Love." Zhou Yang said.

"...nowhere so soon as..."

"Have you popped?" Zhou Yang asked again, without giving Miyano any room to think, "Have you jerked off?"

"..." Miyano nodded.

"Who is it?" Zhou Yang almost shouted.

"Please keep your fucking voice down!" Miyano covered his mouth.

"Who is it?" Zhou Yang stubbornly snapped off his fingers and continued to ask.

"You just promised me not to tell anyone." Miyano stared at him.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything." Zhou Yang waved his hand.

"Puling."

"who......!?"

"Are you asking a fart even if you heard it clearly?" Miyano kicked him.

"Pu, Pu Ling? The one I know?" Zhou Yang stared.

"Well, the one you know." Miyano said.

"No, he, he too?" Zhou Yang asked.

"He is not."

"Oh," Zhou Yang nodded, and opened his mouth wide again, "Huh? Break, bend?"

"He said he didn't like women, and he didn't like men either." Miyano sighed.

"Then, did he just like you? Did he tell you?" Zhou Yang asked again.

Miyano nodded.

"Fuck, this is really, really..." Zhou Yang pressed his forehead, "...What about you?"

"What am I?"

"What did you just say that you couldn't hold back?"

"It's not controlling, it's controlling... Forget it, that's what it means." Miyano sighed.

"You can't help but want to kiss him and jerk him, that's what you mean, right?" Zhou Yang said seriously.

"......right."

"Are you in love?" Zhou Yang looked at him.

"..." Miyano said, "Get lost."

"Then you are either in heat, or you like him." Zhou Yang spread his hands, "Isn't this very simple?"

"I'm... I don't know." Miyano lowered his head.

"You don't like people drawing people into paintings?" Zhou Yang pointed at the wall.

Miyano looked up at the curly-haired little boy in school uniform on the wall.

"It's Pu Ling, I'm sure I guessed right." Zhou Yang said.

"I would be happy," Miyano said.

"Then why don't you draw me too?" Zhou Yang looked at him.

"You and I are not happy." Miyano said.

"That's enough, you just like him." Zhou Yang said.

"You are too simple and rude." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"Love is so simple and rude, okay?" Zhou Yang slapped him on the shoulder, "If you really treat him as an ordinary brother next door, Xue Xin punishes him, why do you stand up for him, and what will happen afterwards? There are so many things, ah, let me think about what else, ah, yes, you are so proud of yourself, and you actually bowed your head to Wang Lei, you said, if this is not interesting to others, can you do this?"

"When you say that, I seem to have cleared my mind a lot." Miyano nodded.

"That's it," Zhou Yang was very proud, "The master of emotion is not just talking casually."

"Go away, I'll be alone for a while." Miyano said.

"..." Zhou Yang stood up slowly, and pointed at him, "Be ruthless."

After Zhou Yang left, Miyano sat alone on the steps for a long time.

He didn't pay attention to smoking the cigarette in his mouth, and a large piece of ash fell onto his coat.

Like Pu Ling?

Is it?

Miyano took the cigarette from his mouth in a daze, threw it on the steps and stomped it out.

Yes.

He finally understood what he wanted to say when he was in the rescue center.

like.

I like you.

Whether you went to a good college or not is none of my business.

i just like you.

I just like you.

The sun is almost setting.

Pu Ling folded the last leaflet in his hand into a boat, and stuffed it into the trash can while going to the toilet.

He turned on the tap, took a handful of water and washed his face.

It was cold, but refreshing a lot.

Pu Ling took a deep breath and looked at her wet face in the mirror.

A head flashed past behind him, as if looking at him.

Pu Ling frowned, not knowing if she was suspicious recently, or if someone was actually spying on her.

He took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his face indiscriminately, then turned around and strode after him.

Didn't catch up, only caught a figure from the back, it was a man, wearing a black down jacket, quite tall, a very ordinary figure from the back.

Probably just passers-by who come to public places for convenience.

Pu Ling sighed, feeling that he really thought too much.

Go to the convenience store in the evening as usual.

Pu Ling was sitting in a daze, bored, when someone opened the curtain and came in.

Pu Ling thought it was Miyano, and raised her eyes, but it turned out not to be.

The man was wearing a black down jacket and a mask, shaking in circles in the store.

Pu Ling stared at his back, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.

In the end, the man took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf and threw it on the cash register: "Check out."

Pu Ling took the cigarette and just swept it, when the man suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Robbery at night?

Pu Ling subconsciously wanted to shake him off, but she failed, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

The person in front of him slowly let go of his arm, then reached out and tore off the mask on his face.

"you......"

Pu Ling was about to speak, but when she looked up and saw his face, she was suddenly speechless.

"Xiaoling," the man's eyes turned red and his lips trembled, "I'm Dad."

Pu Ling was a little unsteady, and suddenly fell backwards, hitting the wall with her back.

"Little age..."

"Don't call me." Pu Ling took a breath and interrupted him, "Don't talk yet."

"Do you miss Dad..." The man probably wanted to help him, so he stretched out his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Daddy misses you very much..."

"I'll fucking tell you to shut up!" Pu Ling roared.

The man was startled by him, and retracted his half-stretched hand.

Pu Ling felt as if all the strength in his body had been forcibly taken away, and his whole body couldn't help but his legs went limp. It took him a lot of effort not to kneel down in front of his own father.

The man in front of him was his biological father whom he hadn't seen in many, many, many years.

Pu Ling looked up at the man, the man's facial features overlapped with the face in memory.

Since childhood, people have always said that Pu Ling does not look like his mother at all, but looks more like his father.

Even the curly hair on his head is inherited from his father.

Pu Ling adjusted his breathing rate until his breathing became stable.

He raised his hand and pointed out the door: "Go out."

The man's expression changed, he looked at him and said, "Xiao Ling, I am my father!"

"I don't have a father," Pu Ling pointed to the door, "Go out."

"You..." The man frowned and came closer, "I know I haven't seen you for so many years, I can accept that you hate me in your heart, but Dad really misses you, you don't care You've grown so tall, why don't you move here and live with Dad..."

"I called the police." Pu Ling picked up the phone and looked at him.

"Xiao Ling, what are you doing!" The man stretched out his hand to grab his cell phone.

Pu Ling was about the same height as him and dodged it.

"In the Children's Palace Square during the day, is it you?" Pu Ling stared at him and asked, "More than once? That's right, you can find here."

"Yes, Dad visited you, and you go there every week to distribute flyers." The man frowned, looked at him and said, "How can your mother let you do so many part-time jobs as a child? How can she be a mother? "

"This has nothing to do with my mother, don't bring it up to her." Pu Ling said in a cold voice, reached into her pocket, and threw the saber on the cash register, "Go out, don't make me say the third thing all over."

The man glanced at the saber, swallowed and said, "Dad, Dad will come to see you tomorrow."

After the man lifted the curtain and went out, Pu Ling let out a strong breath, his whole body softened, and he sat down on the ground.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, bow and thank you!

☆, 30

Miyano took off his mask, glanced at the manuscript on the side, frowned and rubbed the back of his neck.

It always feels like something is missing.

The competition on the piece of paper that Pu Ling gave him at the beginning required the graffiti ideas to be completely original, and he had to choose a theme himself.Miyano looked around among the topics provided, barely recognized "environmental protection", and chose "environmental protection".

In addition to the wall with Pu Ling on the second floor, there is an empty wall beside it, and Miyano practiced on it.

He stopped to smoke a cigarette, took out his phone and checked, it was already 12:30.

At this moment, Pu Ling probably went home to sleep early...

Suddenly something slammed downstairs, startling him.

Miyano leaned on the railing of the stairs and looked down. The lights on the corridor on the first floor turned on at some point, and he clearly remembered turning them off before he came up.

Haunted?

Miyano pinched his cigarette, raised his foot and went down a flight of steps, and continued to look at the railing.

Another bang.

The hell isn't over yet.

Miyano sighed, and was about to speak when someone cursed in a low voice.He jumped down the stairs in three steps at a time, and saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps of the first floor, his head buried like an ostrich, and a few crushed beer cans were scattered on the ground.

"Puling?" Miyano called him.

The ostrich jerked its head up, then turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"You..." Miyano looked at his red eyes and frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Pu Ling spoke with a nasal tone.

"I practice." Miyano said.

"Practice... what?" Pu Ling was a little dull.

"Graffiti," Miyano shook the manuscript in his hand, "Didn't you ask me to participate in this competition?"

"I'm just suggesting," Pu Ling never forgot to speak hard, "I didn't tell you to go, but you can go if I tell you?"

"Yes, I'll go if you let me." Miyano nodded and walked towards him, "Why are you here and still drinking?"

"I want to find a place where no one is around for a while," Pu Ling sighed, "I thought you weren't here."

"That's a coincidence, I'm here." Miyano smiled.

Pu Ling glanced at him, and rarely pushed back.

Miyano kicked away those pots and sat down next to him: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly hugged by someone.

A scent of beer wafted through the tip of his nose.

Miyano was stunned for a moment, then turned his face, seeing Pu Ling's curly hair out of the corner of his eye.

Pu Ling rested her chin on his shoulder and put her arms around his back tightly, as if trying to grab something.

Miyano slowly reached out, put his hand on his shoulder, and patted him.

"Let me hug you for a while and do nothing." Pu Ling whispered in his ear.

Miyano didn't speak, just tapped his fingers on his shoulder one by one.

Pu Ling has a very special smell, a feeling of cleanliness between a boy and a man, a bit like mint, and a bit like disinfectant.

Miyano couldn't help sniffing it close to his neck, and felt a little perverted after smelling it.

Fortunately, Pu Ling should be patronizing and concentrating on being sad at the moment, so she can't find out.

After a while, Pu Ling let go of him, closed his eyes and said, "What did you smell just now?"

"..." Miyano said with a guilty conscience, "I didn't hear it."

"You don't even ask me why I hugged you all of a sudden?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"You don't want to say, why should I ask." Miyano also looked at him.

Pu Ling took a deep breath, looked up at the Christmas tree on the wall in front of her, and blinked her eyelids.

"My dad came to see me," he turned to look at Miyano, "and said he wants me to move in and live with him."

"Your father?" Miyano frowned.

"I didn't tell you, he divorced my mother when I was in the fifth grade, so I came here." Pu Ling said, "I have nothing to do with him, but today he came to me."

Pu Ling was very calm when he spoke, but his eyelashes trembled violently, and he was probably agitated.

Miyano reached out and touched his eyes.

"I'm afraid that he will go to my mother and affect her." Pu Ling closed her eyes and opened them again, "I don't want my mother to remember the past."

Miyano grabbed his cold fingertips and stuffed Pu Ling's hand into his coat pocket.

"My dad is the most useless man in the world. He bows and nods to people outside.