By the age of 35, Han Shiyu's experience is very legendary.
On the day this man was born, a cry sounded louder than other children, and it happened to be raining heavily outside, so he was named Shi Yu by his father. However, Han Shiyu had never seen his father when he was sensible, and even learned the word father from his mother.
For children, nothing is sacred.
When Han Shiyu was young, he was fair and lovely, with dark and bright eyes, like a tender soup bag with two chocolate beans on it.
In kindergarten, the teacher usually talked and laughed, ridiculing him as a flower thief. In any class, there would be little girls fighting for him.
And this child is particularly good at doing business since he was a child.
Han Shiyu is a picky eater and doesn't like vegetables, especially green peppers. Every week when there is fried meat with green peppers for lunch, the teacher will see him surrounded by a group of little girls.
The little girls said softly, "Can I hold your hand?"
"Of course you can," Han Shiyu said, "but you have to help me eat green peppers."
Their little heads went up and down, picking out dishes one by one from his plate, and then Han Shiyu's fleshy little hands pulled them up. Whoever eats more will take longer.
So much so that every time the kindergarten selects the "Little Disc Masters", Han Shiyu is among the best.
teacher:"… "
They began to focus on watching the little boy in case he grew into a scourge in the future.
In elementary school, he was still a little guy with a famous class department. He made a lot of friends, and the friends who hung out with him talked to him. After playing the game for a long time, I forget to do my homework, I am always taught by my father, or my grades are poor, so I don’t dare to take the test paper home.
Han Shiyu felt a dull pain in her buttocks, and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she is fortunate to have no father.
However, the person who played games with them and lifted them up on his shoulders was often their father, the inspirational protagonist who often appeared in the composition "running a few miles on foot to the hospital with a fever on his back".
Xiao Han Shiyu often envies alone, or thinks about why he doesn't have a father.
Han Lang did not shy away from these educations, so Han Shiyu came into contact with the cold word of death when he was in the second grade.
But the child's heart is a fairy tale. Rather than never seeing him again, he prefers to believe that these people went to a faraway place with his father.
In junior high school, the kindergarten teacher's prediction seemed to come true.
Not only did Han Shiyu not have a disability, but he turned out to be more handsome. It is the kind of handsome who can attract bees and butterflies when wearing a school uniform, participate in a sports or talent competition, and will attract fans around.
At that time, Han Shiyu often carried a backpack cross-body, put his hands in his pockets, and put a pair of white headphones in his ears. When a shy girl stopped him on the road, he would take the love letter with stickers, put it into his arms seriously, and politely write a letter to decline: "I want to preview everything about you, I keep saying Measure my luck and count it, but it doesn't make me figure out a little bit. I think it's because you deserve a better man, and my shallowness can't measure you in your best years."
While rejecting others, she fascinated them to the death. A girl of that age was innocent and emotional, and she cried to her best friend and told her girlfriend that she would never meet such a good person in her life.
Yes, at that time Han Shiyu was in a period called the second phase of the middle school.
He knows that he is handsome and that he is popular, and this "self-knowledge" adds fuel to his pretense.
At that time, he liked to read in a mess, read books by famous people, and read the Internet. When I was in the second year of junior high school, I fell into a youthful ambiguity, so youthful that love has not yet begun.
After the "break-up", this person became obsessed with Osamu Dazai. It was not worth it to hang high in the world all day long on the QQ signature. When encountering something annoying, he posted an unexplained exclamation saying, "This is my last courtship to human beings. ."
Or "I never think about how to kill others, death only benefits terrible opponents." Then get hundreds of likes.
After Han Lang found out about this. After thinking about it for a while, I arranged for my son to go to his own company to carry the courier on the weekend.
I'm sorry you weren't born human.
Go be a delivery machine.
Han Shiyu, who experienced two days of social beatings.
Suddenly, I feel that life is good.
Later, the scourge entered high school, and the mental state began to return to normal.
But this man was never a fuel-efficient lamp.
High school is completely closed and banned from electronic devices. He used to be famous for playing games with his classmates on the fifth floor of the dormitory in the middle of the night. If it wasn't for the little comrade who delivered supper to their group, he bumped into the teacher on duty halfway, no one would. Knowing that Han Shiyu made this great achievement secretly.
Han Shiyu's girlish heart was already evident at that time. He liked to act like a spoiled child with the teachers, and went to the roof of the fifth floor of the dormitory to get a hair dryer before his break in the evening.
The door here is not open, but the students who are always fighting with the school can always figure out a way to get there.
Once, Han Shiyu was on an empty roof and saw two people kissing, two boys.
He froze in place for a long time. He knew these two people. They usually have a good relationship and often walk together.
He saw that they kissed earnestly and intensely, and saw ten slender fingers wrinkle the school uniform behind each other, groping all the way up, and finally circled his neck.
Han Shiyu didn't make a sound, silently backed out, and gently closed the door.
He thought about it all night.
Why would a guy kiss a guy
The next day, when he saw these two again, everything was business as usual, and they chatted and laughed with their classmates as if nothing had happened.
A subtle emotion grew in Han Shiyu's heart, and the images of that day were chewed over and over in his mind.
He imagined that the person who was caught on the back was himself. Faced with a person with the same physical strength as his own, how to overcome the psychological barrier to hold the other person's waist.
Han Shiyu felt that he couldn't do it.
For the first time, this person feels that he is not good enough.
In high school, he was still a star that many sought after. If a girl handed him a love letter at this time, he would just smile back and say, "The famous flower has its owner, thank you."
Although this "lord" is illusory.
Others' high school is vigorous, but Han Shiyu's is quiet and dull. He is a very smart person. He has read too many books in the past, including natural sciences, humanities and social sciences, so the amount is twice as high as that of his peers, and his ability to feel and understand is deeper.
He didn't have any pressure from others. Han Lang didn't put too many excessive expectations on him, and he didn't care much about his grades.
Because he was so focused on doing things, time passed quickly by his side.
At the end of the college entrance examination, he was admitted to Capital University.
When he came to this academy with his suitcase, he never imagined that in a few months, he would really meet such a person here—
He recalled the good person card he sent to every girl who wooed him in junior high school, and carefully re-written the sentence - "I'm reviewing everything about you, I weigh my luck, and calculate it, but I can't. Let me figure it out a little bit."
Han Shiyu didn't believe in love at first sight. He thought that these were all coincidences.
But damn it, I really got excited.
He didn't even notice it at first.
At that time, Han Shiyu, who had been hacked for number five, was furiously going to the School of Statistics and Statistics to find a person named Yang Mo.
He is a sociable person, and the popularity network was rolled out on the first day of school.
He finally learned through various means that the one who hacked his number was a student in Shoucheng, and he was holding back a wave of anger.
He was talking to a senior he knew.
"Mo Yang..." The senior looked up and thought for a while, "I think about..."
While talking about this person, the senior turned his head to pick a drink from the vending machine.
Han Shiyu listened, glanced out of the corner of the eye, and with this one glance, his eyes met a stranger in the bustling crowd of the cafeteria.
He froze.
The senior was scanning the QR code to pay and said, "I remember that he seems to have been transferred to the Haishinan Building, and he is..."
Han Shiyu didn't listen.
He saw the clean-looking, tall boy looking around in the crowd, looking for something. Wearing a plain white T-shirt, like a gust of wind, soft and cool.
Han Shiyu blinked, and the first reaction was that this immortal looks so good-looking.
"I advise you not to mess with him. If there's anything wrong, go to the teacher..." The senior bent down to pick up his drink and said, "He's not a good person to talk to..."
The boy in Han Shiyu's sight found his target in the crowd.
He walked over with a blank face, and then a scream came, although it was not very noticeable in a noisy environment.
Without a word, he clamped the back of the neck of a yellow-haired foreigner and was walking out.
"Ah, roommate, roommate, I didn't mean to, I really know I was wrong... I... "
Seeing this scene, Han Shiyu covered his mouth like a fist with a fist, and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you looking at?" The senior turned around while drinking Coke, saw Han Shiyu smirking, and followed his gaze.
The senior raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that Yang Mo?" He turned to look at Han Shiyu and said, "Aren't you going to fight him? Go ahead."
"..." Han Shiyu slowly turned his head.
Han Shiyu looked at the senior.
The senior looked at Han Shiyu.
Han Shiyu: "."
Han Shiyu felt that a gentleman should speak but not act.
That day, he went to the small commodity supermarket outside the school to search for a long time, and chose a loudspeaker with the best quality.
He was even a little nervous when he walked to the round platform in the center of the Sea Stone Building.
Han Shiyu took a deep breath, bathed in the curious eyes of the public, and stepped onto the round platform.
He tapped the megaphone.
He heard the curious chatter of the people around him.
Then Han Shiyu inexplicably evoked a faint smile.
It was as if someone traveled through time and space and told him that what he was going to say next would be the proudest beginning of his life—
"On the fourth floor, classmate Yang Mo, I know you're up there."