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The bell rang for the end of the last class, and the boy packed his books and stuffed them into his backpack.

Soothing saxophone music played on the radio, urging people to go home.

White short sleeves, neat short hair, a boy in the second year of junior high school.

He was speeding down the street on his bicycle, thinking to himself, go faster, go faster, so as to catch up with the moment when the hot dinner is served on the table.

On the way back from school, I always pass through an open space, which is a half-finished product of the construction site.

Broken tiles and plaster are spread all over the floor, but there is a shortage of people to work.

When he pedaled his bicycle vigorously, a roar came out, resounding through the sky.

"I won! I won! Hahahahahaha!"

The boy who rode ten meters away couldn't bear his strong curiosity, braked and turned the car, and rode back again.

He wanted to see what ghosts wandered at sunset.

I tiptoed into this mysterious land that I had dreamed of exploring for several times but lacked the courage, only to see a boy lying on his back on the ground.

The young man approached slowly, and the bright red blood gradually blurred drop by drop, which was shocking.

He saw the boy in the uniform of the nearby high school, covered in blood, soaking the blue and white uniform to a shapeless shape.

"Ah!" The boy's legs softened instantly, and he sat down on the ground.

"Who!" The boy got up very quickly, not appearing to be injured at all.

"Do you want to fight?" He asked, and his fierce fist was about to slam down on the young man in the air.

"I'm just passing by, don't hit me." The young man ignored the sharp broken bricks, put his hands on the ground, shrunk his neck and kept retreating, "I'm afraid of pain, and I'm also afraid of death."

The boy laughed and fell back to the ground limply.

"Ha ha ha ha—" he said, "who is not afraid of death?"

The boy fled home in fright, missing the freshly cooked dish, but his parents were waiting for him, leaving him the first bite of the dish.

The parents chatted and bickered as usual, but the boy couldn't listen at all.

His head was occupied by a thought, that boy won't die, right?

He said he was afraid of death.

The boy quietly went out the door in the dark.

He is going to save him.

While walking on the road, the boy kept thinking that the boy might have left.

But when he arrived, the boy was still lying there, motionless.

On the empty flat land, the sky is dotted with a crescent moon, dotted with stars, the high-rise buildings in the distance are brightly lit, but the light below is dim.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?"

The boy tilted his head and made no reply.

Fearing death for the first time in his life, the boy frantically hoisted the boy on his back.

The boy was taller than him, but he had a sense of lightness.

The boy received the bone-chilling chill from the boy's body, as well as the disgusting smell of blood that eroded his nasal cavity.

He ran desperately, trying to find a place to save him.

"Why are you back?" the person on the back was disturbed and asked him angrily.

"You're still alive! I'll take you to the hospital!" The boy was pleasantly surprised.

"No, I won't go." The boy tried to struggle, "I won't go, I don't have money."

The last four words were almost inaudible in a low voice.

"Then don't go, let's go to a place that doesn't need a lot of money." I vaguely remembered that in that area, the boy changed direction and ran.

"So where are you going?"

"Why did you fight?" the teenager skipped his question and asked instead.

"If you don't beat them, you will be bullied by them." The boy clicked his tongue, "Those bugs, they dare not underestimate people if they lose."

"Why don't you ask for help?"

"Hehe." The boy smiled bleakly.

"Maybe you try to study hard? That way no one will look down on you." The teenager hypothesized.

"I'm not this material." The boy mocked himself weakly, "I have no family background, no brains, and no one agrees with me."

"Then let me encourage you." The boy said, "Remember, someone agrees with you."

The boy on the back stopped talking.

"Where are you going?" After a long time, he asked again confusedly.

After turning around a few times, the boy finally found the gate, which was a small clinic.

"It's here." Seeing that it was still in business, the boy plunged in.

Most of them were skin trauma, but the boy's right arm was broken.The doctor finished his examination and said.

The boy didn't have enough money, so he begged the doctor for a long time to let him go home to get the money.

"Children these days really mess around and cause trouble everywhere. I don't know how to let adults worry less, alas."

The doctor complained a few words before agreeing that the boy should leave the school badge there and go back.

He smuggled money from his piggy bank, which was all he had.

When they arrived, the doctor blamed him, and he was already cured quickly.

The boy leaned against the head of the bed, clutching his bandaged wrist, gasping for breath from the pain, and his mind became a little lax.

The doctor said that we have to stay here overnight.

The boy went to a nearby restaurant to buy him dinner, stir-fried pork with green peppers and a meal.

"Do you want to eat?" The boy sat in front of the boy with a bowl in his hand.

The aroma of fried meat overflows, attracting people's appetite.

But the boy just didn't move at all, didn't glance at it, and even turned his head to the corner of the wall.

Skipping meals is not good for your health, you are too thin, and if you are too thin, you will lose in a fight if you don’t have the upper hand.The boy made a lot of big arguments.

The boy remained unmoved.

Immediately afterwards, the boy realized that he was so stupid that the boy's right arm was injured.

He didn't open his mouth to speak, in order to maintain his remaining dignity.

At this proud and rebellious age, if there is someone who can try to understand him a little bit, tolerate him a little bit, and be able to

Encourage him a little bit, and it won't push him deeper and deeper into despair.

"Sorry." The boy looked at his side face and said, the blue spots under the ears were particularly eye-catching.

The boy turned his head to look at him, surprised at this unreasonable apology.

"You are finally willing to look at me." The boy pinched his slightly swollen jaw, "Eat! I'll feed you!"

The boy pursed his lips tightly and closed his eyes so as not to meet the boy's gaze.

He scooped up a spoonful of rice and brought it to the boy's mouth.

The boy held the quilt with one hand and stared at somewhere at the end of the bed.

"I'll give you two choices, either I'll feed you with my hands, or I'll feed you with my mouth." The boy also got serious with him, "I'm not lying, you try?"

The boy turned to stare at the boy.

"Here, eat quickly." The boy passed the spoon forward again, touching the boy's lips.

The boy had no choice but to open his mouth, but his eyes were full of hostility and deterrence.

The young man wanted to laugh inexplicably. A tiger whose tusks had been pulled out probably behaved like this when it met an enemy.

He feeds him mouthfuls.

The boy said nothing, but chewed and swallowed well.

The faster he feeds, the faster he eats, and the food in the bowl bottoms out when there are not many dishes.

The boy thought to himself, he is still a stubborn tiger who has only been hungry for more than ten days.

After eating, the boy lay down with his eyes half closed, wanting to sleep.

The boy wanted to ask about the situation of his family, but in the end he didn't ask.

The air was a little stagnant, so he mobilized all the cells in his body and racked his brains to tell jokes.

"I thought of a brain teaser."

"The lion and the bear defecated next to the tree respectively. After a month, the tree next to the lion defecated was thicker than the bear's. Guess why?"

"I don't know." The boy was not interested at all.

"Because—lion shit is better than bear hahahaha—"

The response was the other party's indifferent expression, and the surrounding temperature dropped to freezing point.

So the boy obediently shut his mouth.

The two stayed together for a long time without speaking, and it seemed that they were not as uncomfortable as he expected.

Noticing that the night was getting dark, the boy got up and prepared to go home.

When he was about to leave, the boy who suddenly stretched out his hand grabbed his arm and asked him, "Can you not leave?"

Just now it was clear that he was not pleasing to the eye, the boy was stunned.

Perhaps the boy's age is almost the same as himself, and his personality is not as bad as others think. It's just that he hasn't transformed into a mature adult, but he just longs for someone to take care of him and care about him.

However, the reality is in front of us mercilessly.If you go back too late, you will be worried by your parents. Teenagers have to do homework and get up early to go to school.

"Why are you so timid, you fight so hard that you're like an old man, and you're afraid of being alone in the hospital hahahaha!" He deliberately joked and laughed at him.

The boy immediately let go of his hand.

"I have to go back." Out of reason, the boy resolutely refused, "Don't worry! The doctor won't hurt the boy, I'll come see you again when I have time."

Said this, but did not give a clear date.

"Goodbye!" The boy waved and smiled at him, and left.

At dusk on the second day, the boy went to the clinic again with anxiety.

The afterglow of the setting sun is scattered, which always brings people a bit of sadness.

He wanted to visit the boy, but the pocket money he had accumulated for a long time was all spent last night, so he wavered and hesitated.

After walking in slowly, the location of the boy's bed has been replaced by someone else.

The boy identified it several times. There are only a few beds in such a small clinic, so he must be right.

He ran to ask the doctor, only got a reply, and was picked up by a woman.

The young man felt a little regretful, not knowing his name yet.

He only left a vague impression that he once met a tall, thin boy who was very strong in a fight, which cost him a lot of pocket money.