Chapter 3652

A glass bottle is quietly placed on the desktop. It is translucent and bathed in the moonlight. The color is cold and beautiful.

It doesn't fit in with this cold room.

There are stars in the glass bottle. Outside the bottle, there is a white cardboard with only two words written on it, elegant and sharp.

——Make amends.

It goes without saying who put it here.

Chu Xu's throat rolled. He stared at the glass bottle as if he were staring at some monster. He didn't move for a long time.

Until he reached out to pick up the glass bottle, his fingertips tightened imperceptibly.

There was no light in the room, only the moonlight was crushed and fell on the ground, bright and dark, light and cool as water, vaguely outlining the outline of the youth, as well as the translucent glass bottle in his hand. The stars were like stars shining all over the sky.

It was a little hot for a while.

He looked down, his eyes dark and unclear. He saw that there seemed to be words on the stars. After a moment of hesitation, he unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a blue star on the palm of his hand, and then took it apart.

On the light blue origami, there was a short and neat line.

Peace and joy.

The four simple words came into my eyes, with meaningful and cold strokes. I could vaguely see the man's youthful appearance through the words. His low and cold voice seemed close at hand and wrapped around my ears.

His pupils shrunk, and he was shocked. Thinking of some possibility, he suddenly tightened the glass bottle in his hand, poured a large number of stars into the palm of his hand, turned into a little light in the dark, and gathered together like a dark burning star river.

Chu Xu didn't know what kind of mood he was in to open the neatly stacked and beautiful stars, but he was impatient and eager to get some confirmation.

Every star, on the strip of paper.

They all wrote different words.

The pen edge comes from that person.

Cool and sharp.

——Everything wins.

——Smooth and carefree.

——How happy

——Chang'an Ning

——Worry free age

Every word burns into the bottom of my eyes, like a brand.

Chu Xu didn't know why he was crazy. It took him a whole night to count one by one. He couldn't bear to remove it again and again. He looked at the words on it and folded it back again.

Dazed, stunned and unbelievable, it brought with it a little vague throbbing.

The green and impetuous bumped into the heart, and the strength of each heartbeat "bang, bang, bang -" jumped.

In the dead of night, everything is silent.

No one knows the chaos in the hearts of young people.

A total of 1000 stars, each of which was folded by the man himself. Every word was written by the man himself.

Chu Xu didn't know how long it would take to do this. He only knew that Jing Bai had only two days.

A thousand, a thousand words, how much energy it takes to stack them up without sleep in two days.

Jing Bai said it was an apology.

Jingwei threw away his book, so Jingbai gave him a bottle of wishing stars.

The book was a book many years ago, and it was also one of the few things left by the woman with a bad life. He always felt that he had to leave something to stay until today. He kept it carefully for so long. He was really going crazy when he learned that he was thrown away that day.

Later, I searched the trash can, asked the passers-by around, and didn't find it.

Maybe it really can't stay.

But Chu Xu never thought about it.

Someone will give him a thousand stars because of a few old and useless books for them.

The wishing star was silent. The man didn't say a word when he left.

From the long night to the dawn.

Chu Xu sat at the table all night, his body was a little stiff, the sunlight was dazzling, and his sight was blurred. It gives people an illusion that they even have to shed tears. Maybe it's because they stay up late. Their eyes are very sour and climb up the red blood.

He blinked. For a moment, he felt that he was really going to cry. Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to block the light. Thinking about it, he laughed. Inexplicably, he felt a little funny and ridiculed.

The trick of folding stars to coax girls, Jing Bai can't be used on him.

Oh.

This kind of reparation,

Who is rare.

Chu Xu held his forehead with one hand and thought carelessly. His eyelashes trembled a little, and he was silent on the sea without waves and waves.

last,

There was a "bang -" in the room.

The glass bottle was thrown into the dustbin by a slender cold hand.

Lying quietly in it, Chen was covered with ash.

…

Leaving the Chu family is a sudden decision, but it is also a long-standing idea, starting from the first day of entering the Chu family.

Dye white out of the hurry, can only find a hotel to stay, and then find a house.

At school the next day,

Chu Xu didn't come all day. He didn't care. He contacted the homeowner after school.

At dusk, the sun sank into the horizon, the remaining part of the light was ethereal, the lead gray clouds were like tears, the sky in the distance was misty, and there was a depression abandoned by the world.

The old and dilapidated old city, winding streets and alleys, countless hutongs and intertwined low-voltage wires constitute one of the basements.

"That's it -" the door was pushed open with a creak, and the dust came face-to-face, becoming more dark and narrow. A long-standing tide invaded around, and the choking people coughed.

When I entered the door, there were several old wooden boxes on the ground, which were kicked aside by the man.

The homeowner was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. He looked a little rough. He waved his hand and said carelessly, "this is the one who hasn't lived for a long time. If there is some dust, just clean it up."

This is a basement. It seems that it has been for some years, and the furniture is old. It is only 20 square meters in total. After occupying a bathroom, a bed and a simple dusty wooden table and chair, there is only enough space left to settle down and nothing else.

Like a dark corner, the space is so narrow that it is suffocating.

The boy stood at the door, tall and straight, and gave a dull look.

"OK? If you can, just hand over the money." the uncle glanced up and down at the boy, looked at the No. 1 middle school uniform he was wearing, and urged him.

Ranbai calmly said yes.

There's no other reason to live here.

Because there is no money, cheap, and because this is the only homeowner who doesn't mind that he hasn't reached the age of 18.

Other conditions are not important.

After the transfer, the homeowner threw the key to him and left.

The young man stood at the door for a while, and then went in. He just wanted to put down his schoolbag, but he couldn't let go when he saw a thick layer of ash on the table, chair and bed.

He coughed twice and cleaned up the basement first, at least to ensure that he could put things down.

Dyed white didn't take anything with him. Except for clothes, there were almost no valuables, only a live broadcasting equipment.

After thorough sorting,

The boy sat quietly and silently on the bed, his long legs stretched out, his slender hands crossed against the bridge of his nose, half his face hidden in the shadow, cold and fierce.