In the hot and humid summer, cicadas crowed day and night on the tree. New commercial housing is being built near the community, and the sound of construction is rumbling, breaking the tranquility in the garden.
A little boy in a white T-shirt is squatting in a sandpit, playing with the sand with a plastic shovel. The fine yellow sand is piled up into tall towers, and piled up into great walls. He buried his head in the game for a while, his head was covered with sweat, and his black hair stuck to his white and tender cheeks.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the little boy sitting on the opposite chair with bright eyes: "Shao... Shao Bohan, don't you come to play?"
It was a delicate and beautiful boy, wearing an unidentifiable white shirt with long eyelashes, looking down at the black handheld game console in his hand. When the boy called him, he didn't respond, he was still playing the game.
The little boy crawled up from the sandpit, walked to him with a small shovel, and asked cautiously in a milky voice: "Shao Bohan, do you want to come and play?"
The other party still ignored him, and he weakly called out the name again: "Shao Bohan."
The boy raised his head, his expression was a little cold, with a maturity and alienation unlike his age: "No play."
When he got the answer suddenly, the little boy was stunned for a moment, then let out an "oh" in frustration, turned around and went back to the bunker, shoveling up the sand all by himself.
The sun was setting to the west, and the two small figures walked home together.
Shao Bohan was a little taller, and the little boy was carrying a big bucket of sand and walking behind him with difficulty. He walked staggeringly, and the sand fell all over the ground. The two entered a unit building, and before entering the door, they saw a cleanly dressed old woman waiting at the door with a smile. Seeing the two, she hurried forward, patted Shao Bohan's head, and looked at the little boy beside him: "Xiao Er, did Xiao Han have fun with you today? Did he disobey and bully you?"
The little boy was carrying the sand bucket, looked up at the old woman, and raised his innocent face: "Shao Bohan today..."
The boy standing next to the old woman gave the little boy a cold look. The little boy was stunned, and retreated a little timidly, and said in a low voice, "Shao Bohan didn't bully me today... today."
The old grandma smiled, took out two pieces of chocolate from her pocket, and stuffed them into the little boy's hands.
The grandmother pulled Shao Bohan into a door, Ning Er took out a key the size of his palm from his pocket, and opened the door opposite. He said in a childlike voice, "Goodbye, Grandma Shao, goodbye Shao Bohan", and Shao Bohan replied in a flat voice: "Goodbye."
After entering the house, Ning Er casually put the sand bucket aside, impatiently took out the two pieces of chocolate, opened them and put them in the mouth.
The silky and delicate chocolate turns into a rich chocolate sauce the moment it enters the mouth.
Ning Er had never heard of this brand of chocolate, and his parents rarely bought him snacks, and if he wanted to buy chocolate, at most it was a common brand on the market. My mother said that the Shao family is very rich, and this chocolate is imported, and you can't even buy it, so you have to go abroad to order it. Ning Er didn't understand what this meant, but he knew that every time he played with Shao Bohan, Grandma Shao would give him a lot of chocolates and many other delicious things.
If Shao Bohan is not here in the future, will he never be able to eat such delicious chocolate again
Shao Bohan has always been here.
When he was three years old, he suddenly appeared at Grandma Shao's house, and went to a nearby elementary school with Ning Er.
It's going to elementary school, and it's rare for his parents to buy him a particularly good-looking schoolbag. Ning Er secretly hid the schoolbag under the quilt, so happy that he didn't sleep all night. In a daze, he heard his parents talking in the living room: "That kid across the street really goes to school here? Isn't their family very rich? Why don't you send him to an international primary school?"
"How do I know, what do you care about so much?"
"I'm just curious. I haven't seen his parents. You say... don't they want this child anymore?"
Ning Er suddenly woke up with a small schoolbag in her arms.
When going to school the next day, Grandma Shao sent Shao Bohan to the gate of the community to take the school bus, and Mother Ning also sent Ning Er along. After getting on the school bus, Ning Er didn't know what to do, the bus was full of faces he didn't know, all looking at him curiously. With a bang, he forgot what his mother had said, and stood there blankly, his face getting redder and redder.
"Let's go."
A warm hand suddenly grabbed his hand and led him to the back of the car.
Ning Er raised her head and stared blankly at this person. From his angle, he could only see Shao Bohan's beautiful side face. He still had that expressionless expression, and he pulled him away without looking back. After walking to two vacant seats, he sat in by himself and ignored Ning Er any more.
At this time Ning Er had recovered, he took off the small schoolbag and put it on his lap, and sat down obediently.
The car started steadily. Ning Er looked back through the window, and Ning's mother waved casually at him, then turned and entered the community. Looking at my mother's back, the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally fell. The little boy was sobbing softly, and Shao Bohan next to him looked calmly at the trees flying past outside the window.
After a long time, the sobbing sound seemed to make him feel a little irritated. His fingers tapped on the window sill, which was exactly the same as the sound he made when he was playing games.
Finally, Shao Bohan turned his head and said coldly: "Don't cry."
Ning Er was already crying like a bun, he really didn't know where he mustered up the courage, but he stretched out his hand and took Shao Bohan's hand. Shao Bohan showed surprise in front of him for the first time, he held that warm hand, choked with sobs, and said softly: "Shao Bohan, I want you, don't cry, don't... woo... don't cry …”
"I didn't cry." Shao Bohan pursed his lips, very dissatisfied.
Ning Er cried even louder: "Don't cry anymore... I... I want you, I want you..."
His eyes were full of tears, maybe he was infected by his crying, but after a while, there was a louder crying sound in the school bus. The children called their parents, and the teacher comforted them anxiously.
With a cold face, Shao Bohan looked at the little boy sitting beside him who was crying earth-shatteringly.
For a long time, Ning Er felt that he was being gently hugged by someone. The voice of that person was gentle and quiet, completely different from other times in his memory, like a ball of soft cotton candy, sweet and soft, which made him forget all at once. Wept, dumbfounded.
"Little ear, I will always be here, don't cry. 』
"Ning Er, Ning Er! The teacher is here, wake up!"
In the classroom with bright and clean windows, the teacher with a serious face quickly walked to the podium, and the noise in the classroom slowly stopped. But after a while, the teacher began to talk about the test papers of last month's exam. The boy sitting by the window had already woken up. He rubbed his tired eyes and turned his head to look out of the window in a daze. Under the sunlight, his light-colored pupils looked like beautiful amber.
Just now he dreamed about something from his childhood again, which made him a little uncomfortable. He took out a black fountain pen from the pencil case, coiled it around his fingertips, and began to spin it.
A class ended soon, Ning Er was lying on the table, resting her head with her arms, looking at her fingers boredly, and turning the pen gently. They are only in the first year of high school now, and their studies are not too heavy. They can just take classes casually, and everyone can keep up with the progress.
When it was time to finish class, everyone was chatting and resting on twitter.
Because of having a dream that she didn't like, Ning Er was depressed, so she didn't join their conversation, but just changed the pen on her own. Then suddenly someone said-
"Have you heard that a student has been transferred from class six?"
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