write our ending together

Chapter 1 Childhood is the most ignorant time
Part1
The first time Song Qingwan came to her hometown in City G, what impressed her most was the huge old locust tree outside the yard and the puddles surrounding the small village. At that time, Fan Rusheng was squatting alone in the sand under the old locust tree , buried in the castle.

This is a small town in G City, unlike the bustling high-rise buildings in big cities, here are rows of low yards connected together, outside is a piece of yellow dirt land, the site is very large, many children as old as her are accompanied He was playing a war game, and he was the only one digging sand silently under the old locust tree, so Qingwan saw him at first sight.

He looked a little lonely, the other children were in groups, and he was the only one playing his own game in silence, as if he didn't fit in with the people here.

Qingwan walked up to him and squatted down, curiously asked: "Does your family live here too?"

Fan Rusheng poked out half of his head from the pile of sand, looked at the little girl with two braids in front of him, ignored her, and lowered his head to concentrate on digging the sand.

She stared at his castle, and said again: "It's strange, why doesn't your castle have a door?"

He still gave her a strange look and didn't speak.

A sharp-eyed child spotted her: "Look! That little girl is the rich man from the city my mother said!"

Everyone's eyes were focused, curious, perplexed, and envious when they saw Qingwan's dress.

A bolder child ran over and said kindly, "Hey, don't pay attention to him. He was picked up by a woman picking up garbage. My mother said don't talk to him, he is very dirty!"

Fan Rusheng raised his head suddenly, his delicate facial features twisted into a ball, stood up from the ground, and stared fiercely at the talking child.

The child was startled by his actions, and took a big step back, but felt that he had lost his momentum, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Fan Rusheng's shoulder: "How dare you stare at me! Aren't you afraid that I will hit you? Poor ghost!"

The other children also booed: "Don't talk to him, dirty!"

"That's it!"

Fan Rusheng glared at them angrily, then spit on the ground.

"Hey! You kid, are you still motivated?" Another boy who was a little older pushed Fan Rusheng hard, and he fell heavily to the ground with a muffled groan.

"Get out soon? Do you still want to be beaten?"

Someone behind him yelled with a trumpet in his hand: "Go back to your trash hole! Haha! Poor!" Then there was a burst of laughter.

Tong Yan Wuji, the children at that time did not realize how much psychological harm their words would cause to their peers.Perhaps it was from that time that Fan Rusheng's personality gradually became calm and indifferent, and he didn't like to talk too much with others, just like the castles without doors he built when he was a child, because he never thought of opening the door to anyone who approached him .

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Qingwan stood aside, she didn't know why they bullied him.

She just thinks he is so pitiful, he has no parents and is bullied by others.However, it's not his fault that he doesn't have parents, right?
"Are you okay?" She stretched out her little hand, trying to pull him up.

Those were a pair of white and soft little hands, different from those children who grew up in the countryside, but in Ru Sheng's eyes, those hands were particularly glaring.

He got up from the ground tenaciously, didn't look at her, and walked away without saying a word.

There was another mocking voice from behind: "Children who pick up trash, no one loves them, kids who pick up trash are dirty..."

Fan Rusheng pursed his lips, shook his head and ran out of the commotion.

It's time to cook for his mother and sister. Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.

Ever since that accidental meeting, Qing Wan has inexplicably fallen in love with Ru Sheng. During the time she lived in her hometown, she always liked to visit Ru Sheng to play, but Ru Sheng thought she was not familiar with her at all, so she hid when she saw her far away.

So people in the village would always see such a strange scene - a well-dressed little girl followed behind a boy wearing countless patches all day long.

The two small figures were one behind the other, as if the little girl was chasing the boy, and it seemed that the boy was getting rid of the little girl's entanglement.

People in the small town would often say to Qingwan's parents with disdain how the boy was born, that he was not fit to play with their daughter, and it would be bad if he spoiled their daughter.

Fortunately, Qingwan's parents are enlightened parents, they have raised their daughter well, but they never pay attention to these boring remarks.

At that time, the most lively thing in the town was going to the theater. Every weekend night, the mayor would invite the theater troupe to perform in the largest theater in the town.

In order to occupy a good seat, children usually move the bench and run there early.

Although Ru Sheng doesn't fit in well with others, she will also step on the bench and take her younger sister to the theater.

Different from the others, every time he takes a seat under the old pagoda tree in the corner, looking at the distant stage from a long distance.He knew that people in the village didn't like him, so even if he was watching a play, he took his sister away from the crowd alone, so as to save unnecessary trouble.

Today, as usual, Rusheng brought his younger sister over when the play had already started, but the difference was that there was still a follower behind him.

"Brother." Ru Xiao sat on the bench and tugged at the corner of his brother's clothes: "Why does that sister follow us all the time?"

Fan Rusheng put his index finger to his lips, motioning for her to keep silent: "Shhh, don't talk, the show is starting."

They sit far away, and they can't hear very clearly, and it's even more difficult to hear when they speak.

"Oh..." Ru Xiao thought for a while, but still didn't give up: "But that sister..."

"Leave her alone."

"Oh." Ru Xiao sat obediently on the bench, looked at the stage in the distance, and then at the older sister who was waiting foolishly not far away.

She had never seen such a beautiful elder sister, and wanted to ask her to come and sit with her, but her elder brother seemed to be unhappy.She knew that people in the village didn't like her family, but the elder sister didn't seem to hate them, because she even smiled at her when she met her eyes a few times.

After all, Ru Xiao couldn't help raising his head: "Brother, can we call that sister to sit with us?"

"..."

"Brother, brother!"

Rusheng was very helpless, curled his lips and nodded.

"Hee... brother is the best." After finishing speaking, Ru Xiao waved to Qingwan who was not far away, "Sister, sister, come and watch the show together!"

It was early summer at that time, and it was the second time that Qing Wan got so close to that indifferent boy.

A shooting star slipped down from the dark night sky, the big pagoda tree on the field rustled in the wind, and I heard a very small snoring in a trance at night.

When I recalled it many years later, the most impressive night was that my sister’s elder brother actually didn’t like to watch a show, but because my sister liked it, he stayed with her, and then he leaned against a tree to take a nap, and she was beside him Looking at it stupidly.

Later, she discovered that when she saw that lonely figure for the first time, she had been living with him in her heart ever since.

It's a pity that he didn't even ask her name when she left.

(End of this chapter)