The Lover’s Prattle

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Qing Ruo gave two-thirds of a bottle of pure milk to Xu Nianyang every day, and one bottle of strawberry milk to Xu Nianyang every week.

In the setting sun, the teenagers have grown a lot in these two months, and Qingruo finally no longer needs to pinch his knees.

The alley seemed to have become their regular meeting place, once a day.

It is summer vacation. If Qing's parents are busy at work, the babysitter will take care of her to eat. It will not matter if Qing will sneak out for a while after noon or dinner. The children are always naughty and right.

Qing Ruo put the milk in his hand and watched his black hand blink and wink at his hem, "Brother, can I cut your nails?"

Talking about taking out the nail clippers and beveled nail clippers from the small bag, the cartoon pattern is also printed on it.

Xu Nianyang was wearing old and short clothes against the wall. The two were very close to each other. He could easily smell the smell of milk and fruit on her body.

Poke open the straw with one hand holding the milk, and one hand stretched out casually, the voice is lazy, "Hmm."

If Qing Qing gave him a vague look, he didn't know why, from the next day, she felt that Xu Nianyang was strange.

Once she enters space-time, she must be fully integrated into this space-time. She has no contact with the headquarters except for the target person, until she leaves this space-time, so she can only speculate on the relationship with Xu Nianyang, which may not be accurate.

But now Xu Nianyang is not malicious to her, and even feels relieved, that's enough.

Perhaps because of the first friend, the world is no longer monotonous.

If Qing Qing reconciled his mind, he held his terribly thin hand with his fleshy little hands, his nails were black, his fingertips were all cocoons, and many of the cocoons had some broken skin.

Qing Ruo tried to make himself clumsy like a child without hurting him.

She cut up and looked up nervously and asked him, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Xu Nianyang shook his head gently, and entered into the eyes of all the scenes in his eyes. He also opened his mouth to give a detailed instruction. "The nail clippers are tilted a little bit, yes."

I don't think it's better to let a nine-year-old kid cut it by himself.

When Qing Ruo cut her hand, her long black nails were gone, and some pink fingertips inside him exposed her eyes, and with her too slender hands, she had a kind of phalanx beauty.

Xu Nianyang drank a third of the milk. She changed the hand that she had cut and squeezed it, fed it directly to her mouth with the straw she drank, and stretched out the other hand to let Qingruo cut her nails.

From Qingruo, he brought milk to him. Except for strawberry flavor, pure milk Xu Nianyang drank two-thirds by himself and left one-third for her. Qingruo took the straw for the first time and wanted to drink it directly. It was found that Xu Nianyang's breath became very depressing, so the movement stopped, and he directly stuck the straw to his mouth.

He is happy.

Qing Ruo lowered his head while pecking the milk inside with a straw, and cut his nails. After the nails were cut, there was a little milk left. Xu Nianyang took the bottle and drank the last sip of milk.

The girl mumbled her mouth, shoved her nail clippers back into the small bag, ran over, picked up the box on the ground, and threw it to the garbage dump not far away.

Because I cut his nails, it has been a long time since I came out today. Qing Ruo returned to him and took the pocket money saved today from his bag, three dollars, three pieces each.

Handed it to him, with a small face serious to explain to him, "Brother, have breakfast early tomorrow morning, you know?"

Xu Nianyang put the money in her pocket and felt that she was really stupid. She tapped her head with her fingers and asked her lazily against the wall, "Do you and other friends do the same?"

The word "friend" is even more sarcastic.

Qing Ruo shook his head, "No, only brother."

He likes the word alone, raising his chin a little, his eyes narrowed, "Well? Say it again in the last sentence."

The little girl smiled sweetly, and her glutinous voice opened her mouth with a mellow taste of milk. "Only brother."

Xu Nianyang shook his lips, "Go back."

After Qing Ruo said goodbye to him, he ran back, Xu Nianyang leaned against the wall and watched her little figure fade away, reached out and looked at the ten fingers he had cleaned, and touched the corners of his mouth with his fingertips.

Drinking the same bottle of milk, why is it so fragrant in her mouth?

The Xu family is on the fourth floor of the old-fashioned residential building behind the alley. There is no elevator, the corridor is narrow and trembling, and all kinds of debris are piled around the corner.

The old-fashioned residential building was poorly soundproofed. Xu Nianyang only reached the third floor and heard the curse of Xu's mother in the room.

Xu Father scolded him lightly, "Okay, just come back and let him wash. It's okay, Yangyang is doing his homework, please keep quiet."

Xu mother banned her voice, Xu Nianyang slowly walked to the door, Xu mother was standing at the door of the small room and asked Xu Chaoyang softly, "Yangyang, can you wash the fruits for you?"

Before adopting him, the couple of the Xu family always wanted to have a child, even the name, Xu Chaoyang, so his name was Xu Nianyang, and I expected that child to come earlier.

As soon as he pushed the door, Xu's mother took a few strides and raised his hand to hit him. In his mouth, he scolded and grinned and flew straight. "Ono, where have you died?"

Xu Nianyang took a step back to avoid her hands, and did not give her the corner of her eyes. She lowered her head and entered the kitchen. The voice was low, "I'll wash the dishes."

Mother Xu frowned and still wanted to follow up and be stopped by Xu's father. Still, "Yangyang is doing her homework, keep quiet."

Xu Mu stopped here.

After she lost her job, Xu's mother stayed at home to take care of Xu Chaoyang. She was derailed from the society for a long time, and the conditions at home were not good. She was no longer the woman who adopted a child with good intentions at that time. Be a little bit better, and look forward to your son becoming the richest man in the world in the future.

Xu Chaoyang was spoiled since he was a child. The nine-year-old child has shown bad habits. Xu's mother was reluctant to discipline Xu Chaoyang and vented all his dissatisfaction to Xu Nianyang. Eighty percent of his injuries were caused by Xu's mother. Twenty percent come from Xu's father, or Xu Chaoyang, or the children in the alley.

Xu Chaoyang wanted to be windy and rainy at home, but he was a bully and tough outside, because of his personality, he always wanted to provoke others, and pushed Xu Nianyang out of trouble.

At that time, Xu Nianyang was afraid of being beaten by Xu's mother, and he was protecting Xu Chaoyang every time, not because of the distress of Xu Chaoyang's younger brother, but because the children did not have Xu mother weight.

Xu Chaoyang was stunned by his parents from an early age, and treated Xu Nianyang like a dog raised in his family.

On the table was a half-size bowl with a small ball of rice in it, and the leaves were placed next to it. Some of them were still chewed. Xu Nianyang was already too familiar with it. It was Xu Chaoyang who didn't want to eat it. It was a dinner for him.

He directly opened the window and fell down all through the window.

Xu Nianyang was washing the bowl, and Xu mother came in with three apples. Xu Nianyang stepped aside. Both people did not look at each other. Xu mother washed the apples, turned the water down a bit, and scolded him with a voice. What are you doing, are you going to die or □□, water is not money? ”

Xu Nianyang did not refute or answer, and Xu's mother scolded her and took the apple out.

This home is always shrouded in pathological depression, everyone is like a beast with only *, not like a rational human.

Xu's sickness is manifested in violence and fatal infatuation with Xu Chaoyang. Xu's father's sickness is, on the one hand, trying to change the current state of life without trying to live through it.

Xu Chaoyang, it was a little beast that was raised.

The room was small, and Xu Nianyang's previous room was moved out to become Xu Chaoyang's study. There was no extra room. Xu Chaoyang could only go to the balcony while doing his homework.

In August, at 7 or 8 o'clock, the wind was very warm but not hot. Xu Nianyang was standing on a small balcony next to the pile of sundries, and a fruit candy on the left pocket was given by Qing Ruo, and he had never eaten. There is a piece of money in the right pocket. She spends her pocket money every day. He hasn't counted how much he has saved.

Xu Nianyang leaned halfway, leaning her elbows on the balcony, holding her chin in her palms and looking at the distance in a daze. If Qing pointed to him, her family seemed to live in that direction.

There was a quarrel in the room. Don't think about it, Xu Chaoyang did not do his homework. He must be playing a game machine in it, but Xu mother who found it was found.

After a while, Xu's mother was going to hit him.

Yes, Xu's mother came out with a stick that hit him specifically, and yanked at him without saying a word, scolding and cursing, "You're going to die. Come here and stand, won't you teach Yangyang to do your homework? "

Xu Nianyang glanced sideways into the room. Xu's father was holding a game console and was gently enlightening Xu Chaoyang. Xu Chaoyang, who lowered his head, didn't seem to recognize him at all.

Perhaps Xu Nianyang thought it was his fault.

Mother Xu beat for a while, tired, pulled his ears, pulled him into the room, kicked him, and yelled at his father. "Don't talk about Yangyang, let him do his homework."

He kicked Xu Nianyang toward the study again. "Ono, you give me a good job teaching Yang Yang to do his homework."

Xu Chaoyang obediently promised that Xu's father would return the game console to him.

Two people entered the study room one after the other. Xu Chaoyang locked the study door and stepped on one side of Xu Nianyang's bed while wearing shoes. He took the apple with two sips next to it and played the game console with his legs stretched out. His chin was raised on the table. "No, my homework is there. Let's do it. Just take a moment and do it before school starts."

Xu Nianyang stared at his feet on the bed and glanced deep into his eyes.

Suddenly, I went to the desk and sat down. I picked up the pen and started taking homework with the notes of the third grade child.

Xu Chaoyang ate half of the apple and didn't want to eat it. He put it on the window sill and waited for Xu Nianyang to do his homework and call him. Impatiently, he got up and walked over and looked at the game. The machine was put back in the schoolbag, and he carried his schoolbag happily, holding the workbook and ready to go out to the parents to check the results.

Went to the door and looked back at Xu Nianyang, "Half an apple is left, you can eat it."

Alms tone.

Xu Nianyang smiled and nodded.

Xu Chaoyang went to the living room, where there was a lot of laughter and praise to praise him for being smart and smart.

Xu Nianyang tilted his head and thought about it, could not help but to be ironic, did the Xu family really not know how this homework came from? But I just want to deceive myself.

After a while, Xu's mother came over, pushed the door open and turned off the lights, watching the yellowed apple on the window sill behind him, "Why not let Yang Yang eat the apple?" He did n’t wait for Xu Nianyang to answer and he took it directly Go to the door of the room, "Then you eat."

"Well."

The whole room fell into darkness.