The two held hands and just walked to the door, Gu Yang suddenly became smaller with a "bang" and was caught by Fan Yuan. He lay in Fan Yuan's palm, covering his little head and groaning. It took too much energy to grow bigger. Gu Yang felt dizzy and the whole world was spinning.
Fan Yuan picked up the clothes that fell to the ground because Gu Yang had become smaller, and was stunned when he picked up his underwear.
These are his underwear, not Gu Yang's.
Seeing this, Gu Yang, who was covering his head, immediately blushed. He turned around in Fan Yuan's palm and faced away from Fan Yuan.
"I, um... I didn't notice I took the wrong one..."
Fan Yuan put the clothes he picked up aside and teased little Gu Yang:
"Isn't it too big to wear?"
Gu Yang snorted and was stuffed into the quilt by Fan Yuan, pretending not to hear.
Fan Yuan rubbed Gu Yang's little head:
"Go to sleep."
Gu Yang was also exhausted. He nodded and closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep with steady breathing.
This was a dreamless sleep. In the middle of the night, Gu Yang opened his eyes and saw countless bright green spots floating in the room. The spots moved slowly and seemed to come from outside.
He stood up and took a few steps forward, only to find that he was floating in the air.
Only then did Gu Yang realize that he should be in a dream, not just waking up from sleep.
He walked lightly in the air, approaching the bedroom window.
In the yard outside the window, the big tree in the center was constantly emitting green spots of light, which seemed to be guiding Gu Yang to walk over.
Gu Yang took a step forward, and his body actually passed through the closed window and came directly outside.
He walked in the air step by step, slowly approaching the big tree in the center.
As he approached, the night passed in a flash and the day came. There was dazzling sunlight above his head and lush green grass all around him. Suddenly, it was summer.
Gu Yang turned around and saw that the window upstairs was open with white curtains fluttering in the wind. He became even more certain that he was in a dream.
Fan Yuan never uses light-colored curtains or bed sheets. Everything Fan Yuan has is dark, mostly black, and light colors are rarely seen.
The big tree in the center of the yard has a huge crown that blocks out the sun, and its lush leaves dance in the wind, as if playing a piece of music full of vitality.
All things have spirits, and trees are the most spiritual of all, especially those that have been growing for a long time.
Gu Yang walked to the big tree and touched the rough trunk with his small hand. The moment his palm touched it, the surrounding scenery spun violently, completing the transformation of time and space in an instant.
After everything stopped, Gu Yang heard voices talking under the tree.
He looked down and saw a man in a suit scolding a child under the tree.
Gu Yang controlled his body and floated downwards. When he saw the man's face clearly, his heart skipped a beat. This was a much younger version of Fan's father. He immediately looked at the child sitting opposite Fan's father and, as expected, he saw a smaller version of Fan Yuan.
Little Fan Yuan was only about five or six years old at the time. He was holding a plastic shovel in his hand and there were a few small holes on the ground. It was obvious that he was playing with digging.
Gu Yang floated in front of Fan Yuan and found that they couldn't see him.
The tree canopy made a loud noise. Gu Yang looked up at the lush canopy and was a little dazed. Was all this the memory of the tree
Father Fan bent down, snatched the plastic shovel from little Fan Yuan's hand and threw it on the ground, then pulled the dirt-stained clothes of little Fan Yuan and shook them off in disgust.
"Fan Yuan, what did I tell you? You are the only son of the Fan family. Your every move is under the eyes of others. I warned you not to do such a disgraceful thing. Look at you now, you are so dirty. Go take a shower!"
Little Fan Yuan lowered his head, pinching the hem of his clothes with his hands, and his voice was a little choked:
“Yes… Dad.”
When Father Fan heard little Fan Yuan's crying, he reached out and pinched little Fan Yuan's chin to force him to look up, and when he saw the tear marks on little Fan Yuan's face, his expression became even more stern.
"Why are you crying? Children of the Fan family don't need to cry! If I see you crying next time, I will definitely punish you severely! Hurry up and wash up and go to study!"
After saying this, Mr. Fan turned around and left. As he left, he stepped on the small plastic shovel, and the fragile shovel immediately broke into two pieces.
Little Fan Yuan stood there crying for a long time before he wiped his eyes, picked up the broken shovel and walked into the house.
Gu Yang slowly fell to the ground, looking at the small pit on the ground, feeling uncomfortable as if his heart was blocked.
These are all things about Fan Yuan's past that will not be described in detail in the book "Fan Yuan".
He squatted down and touched the small pit. In the blink of an eye, the small pit disappeared and the surrounding scene changed again.
Gu Yang stood up and found that midsummer had passed. It was now late autumn and the leaves were yellow and falling all over the ground.
Fan Yuan, who had grown up a little, was lowering his head and listening to the scolding of the woman in luxurious clothes standing in front of him. The woman was Fan Yuan's mother.
There was a bright red slap mark on Fan Yuan's face. After the slap, Fan's mother seemed to still be angry. She stretched out her hand with bright red nails and touched Fan Yuan's shoulder, poking him hard again and again.
"Fan Yuan! What's wrong with you? Aren't you always the top student in the grade? How come you only got second place this time? Do you know how long I have been laughed at by other wives because of you?"
Gu Yang was heartbroken. He threw himself on Fan Yuan's shoulder and tried to push Fan's mother away, but his little hand passed through Fan's mother's figure. Gu Yang then realized that these were all things that happened in the past and he could do nothing about it.
When he walked to the front of Fan Yuan, Gu Yang found that there was an abnormal blush on Fan Yuan's face, and he was obviously sick with a fever. However, Fan's mother still put her hand on Fan Yuan's shoulder and scolded him, showing no concern for his physical condition.
This time, Fan Yuan did not cry until his mother finished her tantrum and walked away. He just stood there with his head down, from dawn to dusk, until it got dark, then Fan Yuan slowly walked back into the house.
After Fan Yuan's figure disappeared, the surrounding scene began to spin rapidly again, and in a blink of an eye it was back to midsummer. This time there was no Fan Yuan in front of the big tree.
But Gu Yang could hear a woman's shrill scream coming from inside the house, and he immediately flew in with his short legs.
In the lobby on the first floor, Fan's mother screamed and threw things out, including porcelain, vases, ashtrays, and anything she could get her hands on.
Standing in the direction where she threw the ball was Fan Yuan, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was extremely thin.
Father Fan rushed over and pulled Mother Fan into his arms. Mother Fan threw another ashtray at hand and hit Fan Yuan on the shoulder. Fan Yuan groaned and took a half step back, but neither Father Fan nor Mother Fan had any eyes for him.
Mother Fan hid in Father Fan's arms and screamed, "Devil! Devil! Get out! Get out! Ah—"
Father Fan hugged Mother Fan tightly, his face full of heartache, and turned to glare at Fan Yuan, angrily scolding:
"Fan Yuan, why did you come down from the building? You clearly know that your mother has been weak since she was young. Because of you, she was too frightened and couldn't sleep for a long time. Her mental state has been bad. Why did you come to disturb her at this time? Get out first! Get out!"
Gu Yang clenched his fists, his whole body shaking with anger, and watched Fan Yuan turn around and leave in silence.
Mother Fan still hid in Father Fan's arms and cried:
"I didn't want this to happen! I told myself over and over again, he is my son! He is my son! But as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw him holding his bloody eyeballs and questioning me, asking me why I didn't save him! He threatened to gouge out my eyes!... Why... Why did I give birth to such a horrible thing..."
Father Fan sighed repeatedly and kept holding Mother Fan in his arms to comfort her.
Gu Yang chased Fan Yuan out, and as soon as he walked out of the gate, he found that time and space had changed again. At this time, there was light snow falling outside the yard, and the crowns of the big trees were bare, covered with a thick layer of snow.
Fan Yuan stood in front of the bare tree with his back to him, looking up at the treetops.
Gu Yang immediately ran over and floated in front of Fan Yuan. At this time, Fan Yuan had grown up a little and already looked a bit like the eighteen-year-old Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan looked at the bare branches above his head, with a sadness on his face that Gu Yang had never seen before.
The sorrow was so heavy that it made one unable to breathe. There seemed to be a flash of light in the black eyes, which were the tears contained in them that had never been shed.
The door of the villa was opened, and Fan's father staggered over, cursing as he walked towards Fan Yuan.
Gu Yang saw with his own eyes that the sadness on Fan Yuan's face disappeared little by little, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing the usual polite smile on the face of the eighteen-year-old Fan Yuan, and turned to face Fan's father who was walking towards him.
Father Fan seemed to be drunk, his suit was disheveled, he came over and grabbed Fan Yuan by the collar, stumbling over his words and complaining:
"Do you know how much infamy I have endured because of you? If it weren't for my decision, would the Fan family be in its current position? Those people dare not say anything about me openly, but they keep scolding me for being cruel! Abandoning my own children! Why do they say that to me? Why? How can great things be accomplished without some sacrifices? Besides, besides, aren't you alive and well? It just delayed the rescue time... Who knew that those criminals were blinded by money and tied you up and left? Why do you blame me for all these things?"
With a perfect smile, Fan Yuan gently pushed away the hand of Fan's father that was grabbing his collar, and instead held Fan's father's arm.
"Father, you are drunk. I will help you into the house."
Father Fan waved Fan Yuan's hand away, squinted his eyes to look at Fan Yuan's face carefully, and suddenly a twisted smile appeared on his face.
"You are indeed my son. I was scared when I arrived at the scene. Fan Yuan, you are so cruel. You can grab the eyeballs of those criminals with your own hands at such a young age. You are much more cruel than me. You are indeed my son..."
Fan Yuan's expression remained unchanged, as if he was listening to someone else's story. He reached out and pressed lightly on Fan's father's shoulder, and half-forcefully led Fan's father into the house.
"Father, you've drunk too much."
Gu Yang stayed where he was, and finally couldn't help but sit on the ground and cry out loud, crying until his breathing became intermittent and he couldn't notice anything around him.
The fine snow was still drifting slowly, and the bare tree behind me swayed in the wind, as if wailing.
"Gu Yang? Gu Yang? Wake up!"
Gu Yang, who was crying bitterly, seemed to hear Fan Yuan's voice. He opened his eyes and saw Fan Yuan in the dim light.
Gu Yang sat up sobbing and found himself in a familiar bedroom with the curtains closed and only a bedside lamp on.
The dream is over.
But when he woke up from the dream, the grief still remained in Gu Yang's body, and he still couldn't control his tears.
Gu Yang stood up, a small person, and staggered into Fan Yuan's arms while crying. He wiped all his tears on Fan Yuan's chest, sobbing and speaking intermittently:
"Fan Yuan, Fan Yuan... I swear, I, Gu Yang, will never, ever leave you in this lifetime... Never..."
Fan Yuan was holding little Gu Yang in his arms, and was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
He gently soothed little Gu Yang's back, helping him to calm down again and again.
"Why are you saying this suddenly?"
With Fan Yuan's comfort, Gu Yang gradually stopped crying. When he heard Fan Yuan's question, he just shook his head. His two little hands tightly grasped Fan Yuan's clothes, and he refused to let go even when his fingertips turned white.
"Fan Yuan, I swear, I will never, ever leave you, forever, forever..."
Fan Yuan lowered his eyes, looked at little Gu Yang's red eyes from crying, raised his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed his fingertips lightly, turned his wrist, and pressed his fingertips on Gu Yang's lips again.
"I heard you. I'll give you a stamp. Gu Yang, you must keep your word."
Gu Yang held Fan Yuan's fingertips and nodded vigorously, shaking his little head up and down until he felt dizzy.
Fan Yuan hugged little Gu Yang and lay back in bed. Outside the window, just like in Gu Yang's dream, light snow began to fall. The big tree that had lost all its leaves in winter stood quietly in the middle of the yard.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the bare branches of the big tree to sway. As the branches swayed, the snow covering the branches fell off. The snow fell, revealing a bit of green new buds on the branches that had just sprouted.
Winter will eventually pass.
When Gu Yang woke up the next morning, his eyes were swollen from crying. He rubbed his eyes in Fan Yuan's palm, whimpering. Fan Yuan held his hand to stop him from rubbing his eyes.
Don't rub your eyes, Gu Yang raised his hand to stroke his hair. His hair had grown a lot longer, and the bangs in front covered his eyes.
While Fan Yuan was making breakfast, Gu Yang found a small rubber band and tied his bangs into a small bun in front of his forehead.
When Fan Yuan brought out breakfast, he saw Gu Yang sitting on the sofa, shaking his head, with the little tuft of hair on his head shaking with it.
When Gu Yang saw Fan Yuan coming out, he pointed at the little tuft of hair on his head with pride.
"Look, Fan Yuan! I'm smart, right?"
Fan Yuan brought Gu Yang to the dining table and fed him. During the meal, he kept staring at the little tuft of hair on Gu Yang's head.
As Gu Yang moved, the little hair swayed back and forth like a naughty little character.
Fan Yuan suddenly reached out and flicked the little tuft of hair on Gu Yang's head.
"Gu Yang, can I cut your hair?"
Gu Yang's mouth was full. He held a small piece of bread and looked at Fan Yuan:
"Ah? Can you cut hair?"
Fan Yuan didn't answer, but just stuffed another small piece of bacon into Gu Yang's already full mouth.
Gu Yang thought about it. Fan Yuan was so talented and knew everything. He could knit a scarf just by watching a few videos. Cutting hair shouldn’t be a problem for Fan Yuan, so he nodded.
"Okay, then you can cut it for me, and make it look better."
As he spoke, he ate faster. After the meal, Fan Yuan wiped his mouth carefully, tied a white cloth around his neck, and sat down, waiting for Fan Yuan to cut his hair.
Fan Yuan found the smallest pair of scissors, removed the small tufts of hair on the top of Gu Yang's head, pinched the bangs in front of his forehead with his fingertips, measured them, and cut them off with one pair of scissors.
Gu Yang was too young after all, so this snip of hair cut off a large piece of hair.
Fan Yuan stepped back a little, looked at little Gu Yang, said nothing for a while, and did not continue cutting.
Gu Yang had a bad feeling and immediately raised his head and touched his forehead. It was completely bald, with only a little bit of bangs left touching his forehead, as if it had been bitten by a dog.
He immediately stood up, ran over with his short legs, pulled out Fan Yuan's mobile phone, turned on the front camera, took a closer look, and was immediately dumbfounded. He sat down on the phone, pressed the camera button, and happened to take a picture of his bald forehead.
Gu Yang covered his forehead with his hands, turned around and looked at Fan Yuan accusingly, his expression seemed so aggrieved.
Fan Yuan knew he was in the wrong, so he put down the scissors, walked over and touched little Gu Yang's bald forehead.
“It’s pretty nice too.”
Gu Yang felt even more aggrieved after hearing this. He turned around, covered his forehead with his hands, and curled up into a ball, facing Fan Yuan with his butt.
Fan Yuan stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the back of Gu Yang's head. Gu Yang immediately jumped forward and refused to let Fan Yuan touch him.
Gu Yang was feeling aggrieved, but Fan Yuan just poked him on the back of his head and ignored him. Gu Yang waited and waited, but Fan Yuan still didn't come to coax him. He turned around angrily and saw Fan Yuan measuring the loose hair on his forehead with a pair of scissors.
"What are you going to do?"
As soon as Gu Yang opened his mouth to ask, Fan Yuan used a pair of scissors to cut off the hair in front of his forehead, making it into the same dog-bitten bangs as little Gu Yang.
After cutting his own hair, Fan Yuan put down the scissors, walked over and picked up little Gu Yang.
This time, little Gu Yang didn't stop him because he was already shocked by Fan Yuan's actions.
Fan Yuan held little Gu Yang in his arms and helped him put on his coat: "Look, now we are the same, it's not ugly."
Gu Yang obediently let Fan Yuan put his jacket on him. He looked up at the spot in the middle of Fan Yuan's forehead where there was a missing patch of hair. Fan Yuan had a perfect appearance. Even with his bangs that looked like they were bitten by a dog, he didn't look ugly at all. Instead, he had a very unique look.
Fan Yuan put clothes on Gu Yang, then raised his hand and put Gu Yang into the crook of his neck.
Gu Yang sat in the crook of Fan Yuan's neck, stretched out his hand to pull the hair by Fan Yuan's ear, and whispered in Fan Yuan's ear:
"Fan Yuan, are you stupid? I'm so small, no one can see me except you, but you are different, you can be seen by others."
Fan Yuan picked up his backpack and pushed open the door. The fine snow outside had not stopped falling yet, and there was a thick layer of snow on the road, which made a "crunching" sound when he stepped on it.
"So what?"
Gu Yang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and rubbed Fan Yuan's cheek with his forehead.
Yeah, so what.
During morning self-study, the students in Class 1 of Grade 3 secretly turned back to look at their class monitor Fan more than once.
The main reason is that their squad leader Fan’s hairstyle today is so magical, it is simply too unconventional. It looks a bit strange at first glance, but at second glance, he seems inexplicably handsome. It is true that good-looking people will look good in any hairstyle.
Pan Fei looked back several times. Gu Yang had not come to school recently, and she had not had any new material about the interaction between Fan Yuan and Gu Yang for a long time. Her inspiration was running out, but when she saw Fan Yuan's new hairstyle, her ideas immediately came to her.
She is different from others. Others just think that Fan Yuan suddenly cut his bangs to pursue individuality, but Pan Fei thinks that this bangs is inextricably linked to Gu Yang.
for example:
Gu Yang, who had been staying at home to recuperate and was in poor health, used Fan Yuan's hair to kill time out of boredom, or volunteered to cut Fan Yuan's hair but made a bad cut, and was instead hugged in Fan Yuan's arms for comfort, etc.
I have to say that Pan Fei has a little eye that can discover the truth at times, even though the truth may be a little biased.
In the next few days, many male students with dog-bitten bangs appeared in Shangshu High School. For a while, this kind of bangs became a new fashion in Shangshu High School.
However, Fan Yuan, who was leading the fashion, was unaware of this. He was only focused on pampering his little Gu Yang and forcing him to study hard.
Learning makes people happy.
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