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Still going to his bedroom, ah, I occasionally go to his bedroom to sleep.

This, seems to have become our tacit understanding.

When I felt comfortable, I didn't say anything. I became even more daring.

Occasionally, in my room, I would get up in the middle of the night and move somewhere; or I would simply sleep in his bed.

However, Yin Yijie never came back. He didn't even have a phone.

Comfortable occasional return, take care of my daily life and go to school.

I seem to have been sold to comfort by Yin Yijie, or thrown over to him, if comfort is out of sympathy to take care of me.

I couldn't be bothered to confirm it.

On Wednesday afternoon, my aunt called me to inquire about my life for more than a year.

Well, according to the rules, I'm in the custody of a third party, and the court will know something about me.

I have nothing to say. Everything is good.

Auntie warmly asked me how I was getting along with my famous guardian.

Did the guardian raise me, did he give me a normal education, did he...

I feel that my guardian is still quite qualified.

He was about ten years older than me, and he didn't have the experience of taking care of children, but overall, I was living quite well.

Finally, my aunt asked me if I had a normal communication with my guardian.

This, I can't say.

Although the police officer did not say anything, but I secretly thought that there must be something wrong with the way we were only communicating.

After thinking for a long time, I finally mustered the courage to give Yin Yijie a call.

No matter what, there's been no news for so long, so it's only right for me to greet him, isn't it?

If anything happened to him, it wouldn't be right for me to do so.

I, no matter what, am not a child anymore. Be more proactive and take care of the adults. This is something I can or should do.

Yes, I'm an adult now. I care about my job, I care about the people who cared about me, I care about the people who helped me, I care about the people I care about, that's right.

I don't want to ask about comfort.

He won't tell me if there's anything else, so I'll just call Yin Yijie.

In next to no time, he made a call.

I waited, wondering if I would disturb him.

During the day, I was afraid that he would be busy with his work, eat and accompany him, and at night, I was afraid that he would be busy with his bed.

The phone is still ringing, and I've always been patient, listening... After about 30 seconds, the call connected, "Hello …"

I wasn't touching the door, so I was stunned.

I don't think I don't recognize my phone number, nor do I think he doesn't recognize my breath.

All I could hear was that it was quieter around him. There was the sweet voice of a girl, and an ambiguous smell that spread to my nose through the airwaves.

That's the voice I wouldn't mistake for: "Jerry, people wear white. Who do you think has red wedding dress?"

I don't know what to say.

What can I say?

After a while, Yin Yijie said coldly:

"OK." Seeyou.

"Pah!"

The phone was switched off, cut off, and blacked out.

Coldly polite, pure English, I even wondered if I had called Brian.

But Brian's laugh wasn't like that.

It was a smile that would only appear when someone was wearing a mask.

He was wearing a mask on my face. Why?

I don't know.

I have no way of knowing.

The cool spring breeze blew until his ears turned red.

I held the phone and thought over and over again about the girl and said,

"Jerry, people wear white. Who do you think has red wedding dress?"

Is that so?

The betrothal had already been skipped, so they directly discussed the color of the wedding dress. What about the date? Should I congratulate him? Guardian's stepmother got married, I, why should I be sour?

Spring rain sprinkled down. I carried my school bag on my back and didn't want to parachute.

The sky was gloomy, the street lamps were dim, and their hearts were dim.

I was thinking, maybe, that his mask was for someone else to see.

After all, compared to me, Miss Fan is much harder to deal with.

But, why, I actually feel a bit disappointed in my heart.

It was like welcoming spring. When it truly welcomed spring, it would wither.

Oh, my guardian is getting married!

Marriage, wedding dress, white...

I am a traditional person, a Chinese tradition, married or red.

Red was the only color to make one happy.

Grandma said that only dead people would use white.

Heh, I'm not used to cursing people, but it's okay to insinuate something.

White Yulan floated down and landed on my toes.

So it turned out that white was also beautiful.

I shouldn't have...

White was pure.

In fact, it was not pure, nor was it pure in color.

Look at those green trees, they look like they are washed. Isn't it also very pure?

The blue sky was also clear.

Even the spring rain had a clean feeling.

But it was night, and the trees looked gray; the sky was dark; the spring rain was misty.

No stars, no moon, a slight spring breeze, a little cool, a few drops of rain wet my hair, but is not able to clear my mind.

After school, everyone walked rather fast, as if I was the only one who walked slowly, as if I was rather nostalgic for studying and school.

Heh, my fellow students laughed at me:

Learning freak!

Who would think that studying and reading was something they were interested in?

I said yes, I was glad to learn well.

I like to read because books don't hate me...

Only in school can I find places where I am equal or capable.

Leave this place and go home …

That, although it has already become my home.

But without him, without popularity, home would not be home.

The teacher said there was a difference between home and family.

From a purely linguistic point of view, I think, the interpretation of home is clearer and more profound.

A house without a family is home.

Only family reunions, their joy, is a complete family.

Heh, I had a dream again.

Fine rain, do not know when big, thin spring shirt, already damp, stick to the body, very heavy...

I, not only like to listen to the rain; actually, also like to like to rain in this kind of rain.

I like the rain.

Now, however, I was so closely watched that I almost forgot this hobby.

I couldn't stay any longer than I needed to.

The school gate will close soon, and I can't continue on the road. Song University has already arrived at the school gate to wait for me.

Being delivered on time was also a form of freedom, because they didn't have their own time.

Actually, this kind of rain had a kind of gentle lingering feeling. It wrapped around people bit by bit, and when people returned home, they would take off their wet clothes. It felt extremely relaxed and refreshing.

This kind of continuous spring rain, hazy and hazy; entrust the mind to it, everything, become unreal.

Therefore, I can also forget for the time being, anything that is not, let the wind and rain blow hair up, for the time being hazy.

This kind of rain also has a special kind of soft sigh, sometimes I feel that the heavens are pitying me, my little heart is comforted, very heart.

On a rainy day, it was cold.

But, spring is coming, who is afraid of the cold?

Even if it were spring cold, it would only take a few days.

I pulled at my collar and put my bag on my back.

I remember that there was a layer of what looked like plastic in the schoolbag.

This book also has another set, rain, big courage.

Song University never cared about me, or the sky was dark at night, he didn't notice.

No one handed me a dry towel, and no one gave me hot water.

However, there were plenty of hot springs in the house that came at once with dry towels and a faucet.

I am no longer a child in need of care.

It rained for a few days, and then a few days of addiction, but no one nagged me.

Today, the rain continued. I slowly walked in the rain, my mind free for a moment …

Song University silently sent me home, opened the door, and watched me enter before turning around and leaving.

I changed my shoes and hurried to the study, ready to put down my schoolbag and go to the bathroom to take a bath.

Getting sick because I love the rain is obviously a very stupid thing to do, and I will never do it.

However, after only two steps, I felt that something was wrong at home.

Comfortable back...

The restaurant was very fragrant...

En, not only that, the lights in the living room are very bright, the dining room is also very bright, and the balcony is also very bright …

All the lights in the house are on...

Someone was waiting for me with the lights on, and the restaurant had the fragrance of food waiting for me, and there was also a figure waiting for me in the restaurant …

"Ke Er …"

He stopped in front of me with a loud and clear voice, looked at me suspiciously, took my schoolbag, and led me to the bathroom. He touched the top of my head with his hand and asked,

"What's wrong, why is your body so hot?" Without an umbrella? Song University didn't send it to you? "Comfortable …"

As Yin Yijie spoke, the fire started to burn. The bright spot quickly turned gray.

Comfortable hurriedly came out of Yin Yijie's room and took my schoolbag, but he still didn't understand the situation.

I, too, didn't get used to it all of a sudden.

However, for the sake of one of my few hobbies and for the sake of innocent people, I hurriedly grabbed Yin Yijie's hand and expressed my opinion carefully:

"Mm, I have an umbrella …"

I... The temperature in the room was so high that I could only feel the moisture in my body rising above my head like steam, about to roast me.

His brain was immersed in it, some of them unable to make a turn for the better.

Grasping Yin Yijie's hand, I don't know how to … What to do.

Yin Yijiu clenched his fists, squeezing my hands until they hurt.

He forcefully dragged me to the bedroom and turned me into the bathroom. The door closed in frustration.

Ignoring him, he turned on the water in the tub, straightened his back, and stripped me of my clothes.

I was scared silly, stunned, stammering:

"I, I'll do it myself …"

I didn't think about such esoteric technical questions as why he'd come back so suddenly, or how many people he'd taken off his clothes with his hands. My mind simply couldn't keep up with his pace.

Yin Yijie's actions became more violent as he tore off my clothes with one hand. When he pulled my shirt up, it caused my ears to hurt.

Yin Yijie paused for a second and said angrily:

"When will you grow up? When would he learn to take care of himself? Eh? To be self-deprecating, to feel well sick, is that right? "You like to get wet, right? I'll get enough for you later …"