No Responsibility Extra Story Four-year-old and sixteen-year-old's fateful encounter 1
"2004 Jade Bird Cup National Youth Tennis Tournament, Men's Singles Third Runner-up, Cai Xin."
"The runner-up winner, Huo Yunchuan."
"Champion Winner"
"Sigh" Coach Ou made a pity voice from the stand, and his body slowly stood up because of this, supporting the railing that was shaken by the cheering people, and looked at his students with worry.
The runner-up winner announced by the judges just now is his most promising student, Huo Yunchuan.
It is a pity that Huo Yunchuan is almost sixteen years old, and this year is the last time he is eligible to participate in the Jade Bird Cup
He was still doing fine when he was training yesterday.
how so
Coach Ou frowned very worriedly, after all, he was not the only one who valued this game.
"" The teenager who continued to participate in the game despite the severe headache, the thin face showed an unusual flush under the white baseball cap, and was slightly sweating.
Hearing the result of the game, he pursed his lips.
runner up
An unexpected result.
I'm a little sorry for myself who still insists on the competition with a high fever, Huo Yunchuan thought in a drowsy mind, then propped himself up from the chair to receive the award that made him uncomfortable at all.
Coach Ou saw the student's low mood, and the worry on his face became more obvious, so he left the auditorium and went to the backstage to wait for the other party.
After the award ceremony here, Huo Yunchuan walked back to the backstage with an expressionless face, ready to leave here, holding the dispensable trophies in his hand.
After all, apart from Lao Ou, no one he knew came to watch the game.
So you don't have to deal with anyone.
At the corner of an aisle, Coach Ou, "Yunchuan", saw the tall and thin students wearing specially customized competition uniforms, looking very handsome and handsome.
But this kid's character is always cold and cool, even when facing the teacher.
"Old Ou." Huo Yunchuan greeted him lightly when he saw him.
"Hey, about the game"
Before Lao Ou finished speaking, he was cut off by the teenager who was in no mood to bullshit with the headache, "Oh, I know what you want to say, I don't need it."
If you lose, you lose, Huo Yunchuan thought to himself, "I'll go first." He adjusted the backpack straps on his shoulders and turned to leave.
"Hey" Lao Ou's face was complicated.
At the same time a little angry, this kid will not accept the kindness of others
Walking out of the stadium, I found that it was raining outside.
Standing on the side of the road in a trance, the teenager looked up at the unbeautiful sky, and was stunned by the coldness of the wind and raindrops.
He hurriedly took a step back and rescued his still-soaked clothes.
"" The headache made Huo Yunchuan's face stinky, and his body's reaction was a little slow, and he was not very happy after losing the game.
He walked to a nearby store with the racket on his back, looking for a comfortable place to drink something warm.
Such a small shop that usually opens on the side of the road would not have been favored by Huo Yunchuan in another 100 years if there were no special events like today.
But he is dizzy now and just wants to find a place to lie down.
"May I ask how many people?" A voice that seemed to be a clerk sounded in his ears.
Huo Yunchuan's eyes quickly swept around the store, confirming that there are few people here and the environment is not bad.
Unfortunately, with a hat, only the chin and hat can be seen.
"Do you have a cold? If so, you can try the cola ginger tea we are promoting today."
"whatever."
This is the most remote corner location. The sick teenager took off the tennis racket and put it aside at will, and then nestled on the linen-colored loveseat.
He sneezed again, then rolled over to the bottom of the table, wrapping his thin coat tightly around him.
The little boy, attracted by the sound of the sneeze, lay on the table across a set of sofas, and turned his head to find the source of the sneeze.
Then I saw a little brother curled up in the distance. Is he sick
"Safe and safe, where are you going?" Chatting with classmates about safe and sound, when he found his four-year-old brother jumped off the sofa, he shouted and stopped, "Don't run around, just be obedient."
This year, An Wuhang is only four years old. She is thin and white, and she is usually most afraid of being murdered by her sister.
"I want to pee." He blinked slowly.
The clerk's sister heard the movement here, and came over with a smile to take him to the bathroom, "Little girl, sister, let's take you there."
An Wuyu, who is still in elementary school this year, and her cousin, who recently came to Beijing to play and live in her house, have been regular customers of this beverage shop during this time, and have long been familiar with the clerk. "That would be troublesome." After explaining Continue chatting with cousin.
"Sister." An Wuyang put on his pants after urinating, and asked the clerk, "Do you have a small blanket?"
When it was cold, he had to cover up with a quilt, and he still thought about the sneezing little brother.
The clerk said, "Yes, are you cold?"
Safe and nodding, "Yeah"
The clerk took him out, brought him a small blanket, and sent it back to An Wuyu.
The three-headed baby holding the small blanket looked at her sisters and continued chatting without paying attention to her sisters, so she walked over to the sofa in the corner with her short legs.
The corner, where the curtains were drawn, was a little dark.
The finely shattered hair covered the boy's fair and thin cheeks obediently, and apart from the abnormal flushing, the exposed skin had a sickly paleness.
Including the slender palm hanging under the sofa.
An Wuyang glanced at his little brother and found that he was asleep. He was sensible and put his hands and feet on top of it, and piled the blankets on top of his toes.
"Um" and then lay out a pile of blankets.
Cover your shoulders, cover your stomach, and your butt.
But the little baby found that the cold hand of the little brother was still exposed.
It will freeze, An Wuyang thought.
The sick teenager was in a drowsy state and felt something moving around in his hand. He was sensitive and grabbed it with his backhand, opening his bloodshot eyes at the same time.
"" Huo Yunchuan saw a small white face and was looking at himself with a pair of dark eyes.
He followed Safe's face, moved to his fist, and opened it to reveal a miniature hand.
Soft and warm to the touch.
"Cough cough." He, who has always disliked children, let go of An Wuyang's hand in annoyance, and urged him, "Stay away from me."
Then turned over and wrapped the blanket around him tightly
"um" blanket
Huo Yunchuan stared at the blanket on his body in surprise, frowning as he recalled when he asked for the blanket
But he didn't take it seriously either, thinking it was given by the clerk.
"Brother, are you sick?" When he was about to go to sleep, a small milk cat-like meow came from behind.
elder brother
As the only child, Huo Yunchuan was born in a wealthy family and had an eccentric and withdrawn personality. There was really no such person who dared to call his brother in a milky voice by his side.
He rolled over and stared blankly at the little thing standing up to his level, saying "Who's your brother?"
An Wuyi looked at him stupidly ""
Huo Yunchuan pointed to the sofa opposite the table, "Go play elsewhere, don't disturb me."
It was hard to summon up the courage to hug the little baby with a small blanket for the little brother, blinked, his nose was red, and his mouth was flat and wanted to cry.
"Hey" Huo Yunchuan's face changed suddenly, that's why he hates children, crying at every turn, totally unreasonable.
"Woo" thinking that no one likes to play with him, the little baby who is full of grievances and loneliness wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.
Lying on the sofa, he warned his fierce little brother in a low voice, "Shut up."
The obedient little baby immediately stopped crying as light as a mosquito, but with red eyes and a pitiful expression, like a puffer fish who was wronged.
Pretty obedient.
"What do you want?" Huo Yunchuan couldn't believe it. He was in no mood to pay attention to anyone's self after losing the game, and would be entangled by a three-headed child.
"Can I play with you, I won't quarrel with you." The little baby quietly stepped forward, slapped on the empty seat, and looked sideways at the little brother who had no smile on his face.
His crying eyes were wet and wet, but when he looked at others like this, he was like a star, twinkling and shining.
The young man, who has always been impatient with children, held back his indifferent temper and hummed, "Whatever you want."
But after a moment of inattentiveness, the little thing moved towards him.
"Humph." Huo Yunchuan stared at the little hand on the sofa, pretending to be sleeping, and then he found out that it was moving towards him, "Hey."
He spoke suddenly, causing the startled little hand to withdraw.
But quickly and firmly moved over.
"" That's too weird
Is he not fierce enough, or his tone is not bad enough
"Why are you sticking to me?" The young man, who was clearly in a bad mood and still had a bad health, had only a lot of doubts in his heart at the moment, trying to figure it out.
"Ah" the unfamiliar little kid grandmother made a stupid chirp with her mouth open.
"Ah your head." Huo Yunchuan paused, stretched out his hand from the blanket, and hooked him, "Come here."
An Wuyang smiled and rubbed over.
When the little monster approached, Huo Yunchuan clearly smelled a rather pleasant smell. He immediately thought it was a smell unique to little kids, so he wasn't surprised.
"Brother." The little baby shouted eagerly.
Huo Yunchuan pinched his fleshy cheek and said, "I'm really sleepy, you'd better not make a little noise." Then, although he was sick, his strong arm passed through the little monster's armpit and pulled the little monster Get your body up and put it in the blanket
Very light and thin little monster.
Are you two years old
The teenager, who had no concept of the child's age, groggyly labeled An Wuyang as a two-year-old.
Then he hugged the sweet and soft little heater and fell into a light sleep.