Chapter 1:

In the hot and humid summer, I knew how to cry day and night on the tree. New commercial houses are being built near the community, and the sound of building construction is booming, breaking the tranquility in the garden.
A little boy in a white T-shirt is squatting in a sand pit and playing with the sand with a plastic shovel. The fine yellow sand was piled into high towers, and then piled into a city. He buried his head for a while, sweating all over his head, and black hair stuck to Bai Nen's cheek.
Suddenly, he raised his head, and bright eyes looked at the little boy sitting on the opposite chair: "Shao ... Shao Bohan, wouldn't you come to play?"
It was a delicate and beautiful boy, wearing a white shirt with no sign, long eyelashes folded, and looked down at the black handheld game console in his hand. When the boy yelled at him, he didn't react much, still playing the game.
The little boy climbed up from the bunker and walked to his side with a small shovel. The milky voice asked carefully: "Shao Bohan, would you like to play?"
The other side still ignored him, and he shouted the name weakly: "Shao Bohan."
The boy looked up, a little cold, with a maturity and alienation unlike this age: "Don't play."
Suddenly got the answer, the little boy froze, and said a bit of loss, "Oh", turned back to the bunker, shoves the sand alone.
The sun was tilting westward, and two small figures walked home together.
Shao Bohan was a little taller, and the little boy was walking behind him with a large bucket of sand. He staggered and the sand dropped. The two entered a unit building, and before entering the door, they saw a grandma in clean clothes waiting at the door with a smile. Seeing the two, she hurried forward, touched Shao Bohan's head, and looked at the little boy on the side: "Little ear, did Xiaohan have fun with you today? Did he disobey and bully you?"
The little boy held the sand bucket and looked up at the grandmother. His naive face looked up: "Shao Bohan today ..."
The boy standing next to the grandmother gave a cold glance at the little boy. The little boy stayed blankly, and flinched back a little, and whispered, "Shao Bohan today ... didn't bully me today."
The grandma smiled, took two pieces of chocolate from her pocket, and shoved them into the little boy's hand.
The old lady pulled Shao Bohan into a door, and Ning Er pulled out the key with the palm of his hand in his pocket and opened the door opposite. He said milkily, "Goodbye Shao, goodbye Shaohan", and Shaohan answered in a soft voice, "Goodbye."
After entering the house, Ning Er set the sand bucket aside, and couldn't wait to take out the two chocolates and opened the entrance.
As soon as the silky and delicate chocolate entered the mouth, it turned into a rich chocolate sauce.
This chocolate brand Ning Er has never heard of, and parents rarely buy him snacks. They want to buy chocolate, which is a common brand on the market. My mother said that Shao's family is very rich. This chocolate is imported and you can't buy it. You have to customize it abroad. Ning Er didn't understand what that meant, but he knew that every time he played with Shao Bohan, Grandma Shao would give him a lot of chocolates and many other delicious ones.
If Shao Bohan is not here anymore, will he not be able to eat such delicious chocolate anymore?
Shao Bohan has been here.
Suddenly appeared at Granny Shao's house when she was three years old, and went to a nearby elementary school with Ning Er.
It's time to go to elementary school. Mom and Dad rarely bought him a particularly nice schoolbag. Ninger secretly hid the schoolbag in the quilt. He was so happy that he never slept all night. Stupidly, he heard his parents talking in the living room: "The little boy who is opposite is really going to school with us? Isn't their family rich? Why not send him to International Primary School?"
"How do I know that you care so much what you do."
"I'm just curious. Haven't seen his parents, you said ... Are they not wanting this child?"
Ning Er suddenly woke up holding a small schoolbag.
When going to school the next day, Grandma Shao sent Shao Bohan to the school gate to take the school bus. Ning's mother also sent Ning'er together. When I got on the school bus, Ning Er didn't know what to do. All the cars had faces I didn't know, and they all looked at themselves curiously. He banged and forgot what his mother had said, and stood still, his face getting redder.
"Let's go."
A warm hand suddenly took his hand and led him towards the back of the car.
Ning Er raised his head and looked at the man stupidly. From his point of view, he could only see Shao Bohan's beautiful side face. He was still the expressionless face, without turning his head. After coming to two vacancies, he sat in and never cared about Ning Er.
At this time Ning Er had already recovered, he took the small schoolbag down on his lap, and sat down obediently.
The car drove steadily. Ning Er looked back through the window, and Ning's mother waved at him casually, then turned into the community. Looking at the mother's back, the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally fell. The little boy was sobbing softly, and Shao Bohan beside him looked calmly at the trees passing by the window.
After a long time, the sobbing sound seemed to make him feel a little irritable, his fingers tapping on the edge of the window, exactly the same as when he played the game.
Finally, Shao Bohan turned his head and said coldly, "Don't cry."
Ning Er had already cried into a bun. He didn't really know where he had the courage to gather up. He actually reached out and held Shao Bohan's hand. Shao Bohan showed his surprise in front of him for the first time. He held the warm hand and choked, and said gently, "Shao Bohan, I want you, don't cry, don't ... wow ... don't Cried……"
"I didn't cry." Shao Bohan pursed his lips, dissatisfied.
Ning'er cried louder: "Don't cry, oh ... I ... I want you, I want you ..."
He cried with tears, maybe it was infected by his cry, but for a long time, a louder cry was heard in the school bus. The children shouted at their parents, and the teacher comforted them anxiously.
Shao Bohan froze with a small face, watching the little boy sitting beside himself, crying terribly.
For a long time, Ning Er felt that he was gently embraced by someone. The voice of that person was soft and quiet, completely different from other times in his memory. It was like a soft cotton candy, sweet and soft, which made him forget it all at once Crying, dumbfounded.
"Little ears, I will always be here, don't cry. A
"Ninger, Ninger! The teacher is here, wake up soon!"
In the classroom of Jing Mingjing, a serious teacher quickly walked to the podium, and the noise in the classroom stopped slowly. However, for a long time, the teacher began to talk about the test papers from the monthly exam last week. The boy sitting by the window had already woke up. He rubbed his tired eyes and turned his head to look out the window. The light eyes were shining in the sun like beautiful amber.
Just now I dreamed about something when he was a kid, which made him a little uncomfortable. He took out a black pen from the pencil case, put it at his fingertips, and swung it around.
One lesson was over quickly, Ning Er was lying on the table, resting his head on his arm, looking at his fingers boringly, and turning the pen gently. They are now in the first year of high school, their studies are not too heavy, they can just go to class, and everyone can keep up.
By the end of the class, everyone was chatting and resting.
Because of having a dream that she didn't like, Ning Er's spirit was weak, and she didn't join their topic. Then suddenly someone said so--
"Have you heard that there is a student in Class Six?"
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