Yu Zhile limped to the door of his house, took out the key tremblingly, and missed the keyhole several times, only then did he regain his senses from the panic and noticed that the rust on the security door seemed to be less. A lot of them, they even looked brand new, she was stunned for a few seconds, then straightened up from the posture of bending down to open the door, and raised her head slowly and stiffly to look around.
Although it is still the corridor that has been in and out of these two days, there are subtle differences.
For example, the walls are not so dirty, the windows are not so gray, and there are not so many sundries in the corridor.
In short, everything looks a lot newer, with a different vibe than it used to be.
Yu Zhile was stunned for a while, when there was a sudden movement inside the door. A boy of about ten years old suddenly opened the door and rushed out with a dirty football in his arms, without even squinting his eyes. Yu Zhile, who was standing at the door, rushed downstairs with a bang, leaving Yu Zhile, who was completely in a panic, and staring at the young woman who was following the boy.
"Remember to come back for dinner later..." The young woman's shouting to the boy lost her momentum the moment she saw Yu Zhile, she embarrassedly tucked her broken hair behind her ear and forced a smile, "Hello, are you a teacher at Xiaoliang's school? Xiaoliang didn't get into trouble at school recently, right?"
Yu Zhile looked down at the formal clothes he was wearing for job hunting, and understood that the other party had misunderstood. He quickly shook his head and explained, "No, I'm not a teacher."
When the young woman heard this, her state relaxed a lot, and her smile became natural, "I'm sorry, I thought it was Xiao Liang's teacher who came to visit and made you laugh."
While the young woman was talking, Yu Zhile looked inside the house several times, and found that although the layout inside was the same as the house she rented, she couldn't see anything that belonged to her at all, it was all traces of the life of a family of three.
I glanced again and saw the calendar hanging on the wall, with four huge numbers - 2005 brightly printed on it.
Yu Zhile's head buzzed, and she couldn't hear what the young woman was saying behind her. She grabbed the young woman's forearm and asked eagerly, "How many years is this year?"
The young woman was taken aback by this abrupt question, but she answered honestly, "It was 2005."
Yu Zhile had hoped that she had gone to the wrong door, and the family hung up the calendar from ten years ago, but it was torn to shreds. Seeing her lost soul, the young woman seemed to ask a few more questions, but Yu Zhile's head was dizzy and couldn't hear anything.
Going to the bottom floor, he pushed open the iron gate whose paint was not as bad as ten years later. The sunset at the end of June hadn't completely gone down, but Yu Zhile's eyes were darkened.
How could such a thing happen
She finally finished university, and she didn't have time to start a new life, so why did she return to ten years ago
Slumped down on the bench in the community, Yu Zhile wanted to cry without tears, and looked at the pedestrians coming and going in front of her, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of her. Things are torn apart.
Her current situation is even worse than the embarrassment of the previous two days. At least in 2015, she has an identity and an education, and her hometown is the last safe haven. But now, her ID card reads that she was born In 1993, this year is only twelve years old.
Twelve years old! This proper child labor, who dares to use her
What's more, no one would believe that she looked twelve years old. The crux of the problem is that she has become a black household. She has no valid education. She has relatives but can't recognize her. Otherwise, where would she put her real twelve-year-old self
After thinking about it further, Yu Zhile felt that this question involved philosophical issues such as the origin of the universe and the nature of time. Her brain capacity was not enough, and she felt that her head was too heavy to lift after thinking about it.
"Xiao Yezhong, who allowed you to play football with us?" A harsh and funny voice of a drake that belongs to a teenager in the voice-changing period caught Yu Zhile's attention. She followed the sound and saw a stroke not far away. A group of boys ranging from 11 to 12 years old to 13 to 14 years old gathered in the open space for the activities. Among them was Xiao Liang, who lived in the house rented by Yu Zhile ten years later in 2005.
The boy who made the sound is probably the head of the group of young boys. He is tall and tall among the group of small beans. However, boys generally develop late. At this age, they have grown taller and changed their voice, and the follow-up may be Limited to this height of about 1.7 meters.
Yu Zhile had no interest in fighting between children, but the boy scolded it too badly. As an adult, he couldn't help but feel sad that the flowers of the motherland were prematurely poisoned by the polluted world.
Well, she actually just wanted to watch the fun.
The boy called "Little Wild Species" is surrounded by the middle. Compared with the prematurely developed boy "Boss", he still looks like a child. The slender figure is even more frail in the contrast of "Boss" with big arms and round waist. Shaky under his shove.
The "boss" slurped "little wild species" one by one, and attacked his mother for being sick, and he must have it, so everyone should not play with him, and be careful not to be infected by him.
The more Yu Zhile listened, the more outrageous it became. This time he really wanted to intervene and stop it. He was about to get up, but he was shocked by the cold light in the eyes of the boy who kept his head down and let the "boss" spit out dirty words. .
He has a pair of very beautiful eyes, but the coldness and fierceness in these eyes are accurately conveyed through the soft broken hair in front of his forehead, and the next second he pounces on the "boss".
He only heard a pig-slaughtering howl, and there were three more bloodstains on the face of the "boss", but the boy did not intend to stop there. He suppressed the opponent and beat him several times, but was quickly dragged away by the other boys.
The "boss" who had recovered his senses turned into anger, punched the boy who fell to the ground, and invited others to join hands.
Yu Zhile was anxious, stood up abruptly, and shouted loudly, "Which class of No. 4 Middle School are you from?"
No. 4 Middle School is the closest middle school to this community. Yu Zhile speculates that these boys should all be students there, and she seems to be able to bluff people in her current outfit, so let them mistake her for the teacher of No. 4 Middle School.
This roar shocked the group of half-old children, stopped their movements, and said to each other in a low voice that they thought they had never seen this teacher, Yu Zhile struck while the iron was hot and continued: "Don't run, tell me you guys Which class is it from, let your parents tomorrow..."
Saying "don't run" implied that they were running fast. Sure enough, before the words were finished, the seven or eight children scattered in a hurry, and went back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers, leaving only the boy who was beaten in place. .
Yu Zhile stepped forward and squatted down, trying to help the boy up, but was pushed away mercilessly. The boy stood up forcibly, wiped a handful of blood from his forehead, and dyed Bai Shengsheng's face black and red, making it even more horrific.
He didn't care at all, clutching the position where his stomach hurts after being kicked, and limping back.
Yu Zhile felt the bleak cold wind blowing towards her face in the early summer evening. Can the boys in this community not see her? Xiaoliang is like this, and this person is like this. Is her sense of existence running away from home
"I think you're seriously injured, do you need to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Yu Zhile decided to carry forward the noble style of caring for the motherland's flowers and sacrificing himself for others. He couldn't even protect himself, so he stepped forward and asked with concern, and suddenly felt that his image was lofty. Not a lot.
It's not because the little boy is good-looking.
The boy looked at her indifferently, neither saying good nor bad. After watching Yu Zhile uncomfortably look around for a while, he said, "You are not a teacher from No. 4 Middle School."
Yu Zhile, who was dismantled in person, was a little embarrassed.
Why did she feel embarrassed in turn after saving the child
Yu Zhile, who was rarely enthusiastic, was bored and withdrew his hand angrily, but when he saw the boy almost stumbled and fell to the side of the road, his hands were faster than his head again, and he supported him.
It wasn't pushed away this time, probably because the boy was in so much pain.
Being supported by Yu Zhile, he walked to the door of his house. He frowned and wanted to take out the key from his pocket to open the iron door, but he couldn't move because of a sprained right hand. Still a small pained cry escaped from the gap between his teeth.
Yu Zhile raised her head and looked at the building. It was a coincidence that she also had the key to this door. So Yu Zhile let go of the boy's hand, and the boy turned his face invisibly, as if he couldn't understand her intentions.
Yu Zhile took out the key that the landlord gave her in 2015, opened the iron door, gently supported the boy, looked at his small body secretly, and asked, "How many floors do you live in? Can you still walk the stairs? Do you want to? I carry you?"
The boy didn't answer, and went straight to the stairs, not waiting for Yu Zhile, as if he was stubborn because she was underestimated.
Yu Zhile was stunned for a moment, but quickly caught up, not daring to say anything, for fear that he would accidentally touch the sensitive nerves of the young man who had just entered puberty, so he followed the boy not far or near, only to catch up when he couldn't hold it any longer. handle.
The two slowly climbed to the fourth floor. The boy stood at the door of Room 401 and took out the key with difficulty to open the door and enter the house. Yu Zhile stopped at the door in a daze. The 301 she rented was downstairs, but now she lives with Xiaoliang's family. It seems that there are many children in this community now, how could it become so deserted and run down ten years later
After the boy entered the house, he didn't take the door with him. When he was about to walk to the living room, he noticed that Yu Zhile hadn't followed. He turned his head and looked at her silently, with some light flashing in his eyes.
Yu Zhile looked around, convinced that he was looking at himself, and said unsurely, "Can I come in?"
The boy quickly lowered his eyes and turned around, "Help me get the medicine."