Gu Shao, his heart belongs

Chapter 279 Xiao Yan Monologue 4000 ([-] words)
Meet, is a lifetime!

For some reason, after having known each other for more than ten years, the words she said were deeply engraved in my mind like a curse.

She is like this to Gu Siling, but why not to me?

Once I met Qiao Ran, I missed my life!

If we didn't know each other before, she and I may have another fate in this life! ——
"He's a wild boy no one wants!"

In childhood, this is the sentence I heard the most!

Because I have neither father nor mother!
I only have my aunt!
We squeezed into a [-]-square-meter hut, messy and crowded!
My aunt drinks heavily and also smokes. She loves cheongsams the most. She looks like a lady in the movie in the 30s!

But she is not a celebrity, she is an angel who has fallen into the world.Coming to the world is to experience calamity.

Her face is always covered with vulgar and heavy makeup, which conceals her originally beautiful face.

But even so, walking in the alleys will attract lewd eyes from men and jealous abuse from women.

Perhaps, it also stems from the fact that she works in such an unscrupulous place.

In the alley, there are always endless gossips. The women here, other people's misfortunes or scandals, are the source of their happiness.

As long as I can remember, I have been pointed at by others, ridiculed and bullied by other children.

My aunt and I live at the bottom of the society, we have no relatives and no reason, we depend on each other, we are struggling to survive in the cracks!

But it seems that the more you compromise, the more people will get worse!Therefore, when I was very young, I learned to fight.

Every now and then, there will be coloring on her body!
Fearing that my aunt would find out, I would always find various reasons to hide. Under the eaves of other people's houses, it became my frequent stop.

One winter, I don't even remember how old I was at that time.

That day, I fought again. I was weak and weak. I won, but I was injured all over my body. I dared not go home, so I squatted in a hidden corner of the street.

The weather was very cold, I was wearing single clothes, the cold wind was howling, and I was shivering from the cold.

I huddled and squatted for an unknown how long. My body was like a block of ice and I was unconscious.

Head heavy, drowsy, and I have a fever.

In a daze, I saw my aunt, she was wearing a cheongsam and a plain shawl, standing in the cold wind, looking at me expressionlessly.

Cold, to me, in fact, always.

But that day, my aunt seemed to be different from usual. I can't express that feeling.

She carried me back home, applied medicine to me, changed my clothes, took out the only spare quilt in the closet, and put it on me.

The light was transparent, and I half-opened my eyes, only seeing the vague outline of my aunt's face.

Covered with two quilts, my body gradually warmed up, and I also fell into a drowsy sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a wet towel on my forehead, but there was a smell in the air that I was familiar with that I couldn't be more familiar with.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of smoke!

It's disgusting, but in fact, I'm used to the taste.

I took off the towel and sat up propped up, feeling light and powerless.

In the deep night, I pressed the button at the head of the bed, and everything in the room fell into view without hiding.

My aunt was lying on the ground, surrounded by scattered wine bottles and cigarette butts. The room was too small. At first glance, the floor was full.

The makeup on his face was stained with tears, showing fragility and helplessness.

In my memory, that was the first time I saw my aunt cry, and it was the only time in my life.

I sat blankly by the bed, stared at my aunt for a while, then got out of bed, squatted beside her, and called her.

After several beeps, she slowly opened her eyes, but stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then closed them again, unable to wake up again.

But the tears in the corners of the eyes flowed into a sad river.

I went outside to get a basin of water, wiped my aunt's face, threw the quilt on the ground, covered my aunt, and lay down beside her.

When I woke up, the room was brightly lit. I rubbed my eyes and opened them, only to see my aunt look away.

I don't know, is that my illusion!However, my aunt had already got up and went out to wash.

My aunt never asked me what happened.But from that day on, my aunt seemed to be a different person.

He talked to me more and more, spent more time with me, and even cooked various dishes for me!
I was too young at that time, and a little bit of warmth was something I could only wish for.

Also like walking on thin ice, although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask, deeply afraid that this kind of warmth would suddenly disappear.

But I didn't expect it to disappear, and it was so fast!

That day, when I came home, the narrow alley in front of the house was crowded with people.

I pushed aside the crowd, went through, and saw a dozen or so people in suits and leather shoes standing in front of my house. I could tell at a glance that the people who came were of extraordinary status.

A woman watching the excitement standing at the front of the crowd saw me, her eyes sparkled, she pointed at me with a high-pitched voice.

"Aren't you the son of that woman? Why, your mother is surrounded by a rich man?"

I don't know what it means to be next to a rich man, but looking at that disgusting look, I know it's not a good thing.

I pursed my lips and said nothing!

A man in a black suit standing at the door heard the words, picked up the photo in his hand, and looked at me.

After a few seconds, put it away, walked towards me, bent over, with a respectful attitude.

"Young master, sir let me pick you up!"

I don't know who they are, but I am a child after all, and I was a little timid in that battle, so I couldn't help taking a few steps back.

The man said again, "Young master, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you! My husband is your father, and I want to take you back to recognize your ancestors!"

I listened without making a sound, but because of the phrase "Father", my heart trembled involuntarily!
Looking forward, but also complaining!
I looked at that person with pursed lips, and after a while, I said, "My aunt hasn't come back yet, I have to ask my aunt first!"

"Young master, it was your aunt who asked me to come here! She is your mother!"

She is your mother! !
Just a few words, I was shocked speechless!

"Young master, you open the door first, there are too many people talking here, let's go in and talk."

I glanced at the people who gathered around to watch the fun, and finally nodded!

However, I didn't expect that the moment I opened the door, I saw...My aunt was lying on the ground, with blood running down her wrist, staining the ground red.

She was wearing her favorite cheongsam, which bloomed enchanting and bright flowers.

I watched for a long time and forgot to cry!

On that day, I knew that I was not an orphan, I had a father and a mother!
On that day, I had a father, but lost my mother.

I live in Xiao's house!

When I was seven years old!
Life has changed drastically, and everyone around me will please me.

I became a good boy because I had to please my father, "mother," and the rest of the family.

But I didn't expect that when I was 13 years old, I would inadvertently learn that my aunt was forced to death by my father and my current "mother"!
If I recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors, she will not be able to see the light.

If it weren't for the fact that my father could no longer have children, maybe I would also be an existence that was forever left behind.

But in reality, my family cannot live without me!

I began to rebel, relying on myself as the only son, against my father everywhere.

In one year, I went to several middle schools in City Z, and every time I went, I would leave a "brilliant story" behind!
I am a bully on campus, an ignorant existence, a student who makes teachers a headache.

But because of his rich family background, wherever he goes, there are a group of small followers.Because of his outstanding appearance, there are many girls who like him.

When I was 14 years old, in the second day of junior high school, I went to a private middle school in city z.

On the day I went to school, the teacher led me to the podium and asked me to introduce myself in front of the whole class.

I always looked like a playboy, I stood lazily and said, "Hi everyone! My dad is the president of the Xiao Group, and my name is... Hey teacher, what is my name!"

Self-hei's introduction method, sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

"This is student Xiao Yan. You are welcome to study with us in the future."

Not only was the teacher not affected by me, but he completely suppressed the scene.

I couldn't help being a little disappointed, I suppressed the dandy smile on my face, pursed my lips, showing displeasure on my face.

The clapping in the classroom was indeed accompanied by a sneer, the voice was low and soft, but it was still captured by me sharply.

I looked in that direction, and the girl sitting by the window just closed the curve of her mouth. Seeing me looking over, she immediately looked out the window as if nothing had happened.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously and stared at her for several seconds. The wine red lace bow on the ponytail was particularly eye-catching.

I looked away with a sneer, and sneered at such a good girl.

"Xiao Yan, you can sit in the last row for now, and the teacher will arrange it for you in a few days."

Hearing this, my eyes fell, and there was indeed an empty table at the back of the classroom, standing out from the crowd, it should have been added temporarily.

I didn't answer, put my hands in my pockets, and walked towards the last row in a ruffian.

When passing by the girl's side, for some reason, he paused, turned his head to look over, with a few smirks in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on the books on her desk.

Textbooks, neat notes, elegant and elegant, just, the lower right corner...is that a cartoon character?male?

Probably sensing my gaze, the girl quickly covered the "cartoon character" with her hand, and gave me a wary look.

Only then did I see her eyes clearly, they were piercing, big and clear.

I snorted lightly in disdain, walked to the last row and sat down.

Within a few minutes, the class bell rang, it was math class.

A teacher over half a century old with gray hair and a pair of rimless glasses on his nose.

When talking to people, the line of sight is looking at people from the top of the glasses frame, as if rolling their eyes.

I couldn't help laughing, old pedant, probably have such a style.

A geometry problem, different solutions, the girl raised her hand, her voice was clear, calm and powerful, quite different from her weak appearance.

It's very aura!Keeping things in order, the old pedant nodded frequently, with a loving smile on his face.

Chicking again, the girl had good hearing, turned her head, and gave me a blank look.

I looked back casually, and saw her purse her lips and look away.

But the relationship between each other was settled on the first day I came to this school.

I also found new joys because of this.

I am in the last row, she is in the third row, a few rows away, what can I do?

During the self-study class, I held the truncated chalk ends in my hand, and threw one over from time to time, one by one.

Or change places with the classmate behind her, while she gets up, hook her stool away with her feet.While the teacher was not paying attention, he tore off her bow.Drawing turtles on the back of her clothes, sticking strips...

In short, I have done almost all the inconspicuous pranks in my student days.

The Miyoshi student is a good girl, bullied, and has a sense of accomplishment!This is probably a common problem of the class punks.

She reported to the teacher, but those innocuous accusations, I always go in one ear and out the other.

Gradually, she seemed to stop struggling in vain.

It's just that I didn't expect that when I tore up the content of her textbook in class again, she would get angry with me in front of the whole class, including the teacher.

I flipped my desk, the book fell down, and the desk hit the ground, making a deafening noise.

She cried out of control and rushed out of the classroom.

I stood where I was, and didn't come back to my senses for a long time. In my field of vision, the teacher put down the textbook and followed me out.

The students around were all looking at me. For some reason, I was suddenly at a loss!
When chasing out, there was no sign of her at the door of the spacious teaching building.I ran to the office again, and the teacher was not there!
My heart was beating wildly, I leaned my back against the wall, and covered my eyelids with my hands.

In my mind, what I can't get rid of is the moment when she pushed down the table and looked at me. There are too many emotions mixed in it, which is so complicated that people can't see clearly.

For some reason, I vaguely felt that I was just the fuse that triggered her emotions, not the root cause.

For several days, she did not come to school.I went to the teacher, but he just shook his head, and it was obvious that he really didn't know, so he was helpless.

Every class, I was in the last row, looking at the empty seat in the third row, my heart suddenly seemed to be missing a piece.

This feeling is inexplicable, but it is depressing and uncomfortable.

I sat in her seat directly, the teacher didn't care, and the classmates didn't dare to say much.

Her books are neatly stacked on the table, and each book is wrapped in a cover, which is that kind of light solid color.

I flipped through her book, looking at the dense but neat notes on it, and the "comic character" in almost every book.

Not one, but many for each book.

I can't imagine how much she loves this anime, and can paint so much on her cherished book.

However, I searched with my mobile phone, but I couldn't find the existence of this anime character at all.

Her gaze couldn't help falling again, could it be that she drew it herself?
In particular, the facial features of the cartoon character seem more and more like real people.

This idea flashed into my mind, and my heart felt inexplicably extremely uncomfortable.

He picked up the eraser on the table and was about to wipe it off, when those injured eyes seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, his hands trembled, and he finally closed the title page.

There's a feeling, I feel, that I'm planted!
I have to find her!
　Among the episodes, Xiao Yan's is the shortest, thousands of words, and the only sad one!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)