"Brother." Someone called softly in the dull wind.

Whose little girl is crying?

"Brother..." the girl shouted again.

Don't delay my sleep! What brother, don't admit your relatives randomly!

"Brother...I'm leaving then..." The girl seemed to be trying to force out a smile, her voice filled with relief.

He was suddenly a little irritated. Who could lose such a well-behaved little girl? A smile created by the voice suddenly appeared in his mind, and there were still little tiger teeth hanging from the corners of the little girl's mouth.

"Okay, okay, stop crying! I can't stand girls crying. Tell me, who was bullied? I'll fight you back!" He turned over and sat up.

He sat up in the golden starlight drifting in the infinite darkness. His thin black clothes blended into the darkness. When he raised his head, he could not see the ceiling or the wall. The little girl in the long skirt stretched out a hand and looked at it eagerly.

he.

"Hey, little girl, are you calling me?" He wanted to say, but didn't.

He put his hand up naturally, even...like he was relying on the other person? He was trembling slightly, which was obviously a sign of extreme fear.

The girl blinked her clear pupils, and the fear in her eyes seemed to be dispelled. In the darkness, only the real touch can give people peace of mind.

"Brother, do you want to go out and play?"

Hey, what's going on? She's a little girl, why is it like she's abducting a younger child to go out to play?!

But without his control, he said another sentence in a vague voice, "Sister, sister, I want to go out to play."

"But we can't go out. There are thousands of years of disasters and endless nightmares outside. You can only stay here because you can't protect me." The girl held his hand tightly.

Thousand years of disaster? Protect you? How many enemies this has caused, he thought.

"Sister... you protect me, let's... get out!" Once again, he said something he didn't mean.

"But I'm too weak. The strength lies with you, brother. If you want me to protect you, I have to eat you, but I love you..."

"Eat...me? Sister...if you want, you can eat me..."

Hey, since when can you say it so naturally even if you actively ask others to eat it? Don’t act like you’re saying “You can eat my hamburger”, okay?!

"You are not food, you are my brother. I will not take the initiative to eat you, unless that day comes... In this thousand-year sleep, there are only us in the deepest darkness... only the two of us holding hands

!We are the only ones who have been with each other for thousands of years...Only we are hugging each other for warmth on the throne of the abandoned clan..."

The girl suddenly let go of her hand.

He burst into tears in confusion, his heartbreaking voice echoing under the dim starlight in the sky.

"Brother, I'm going out and I'll be back soon." The girl walked out.

He wanted to ask you if you could do it alone, but he still said casually, "Sister, I'll wait for you...next time...take me out too."

Again, these words are so young that only a three-year-old child can speak.

The girl's farewell voice was still echoing in the sky, and suddenly his heart felt empty and his nose felt sore.

He suddenly didn't know what kind of emotion came over him, so he stood up and wanted to catch something.

It was an 18-inch old-fashioned color TV, a heavy and large square box. It was obviously one of his important toys, but he threw it out angrily and disappeared into the yellowish distance in the darkness, without even a sound coming back.

He suddenly remembered something, and it was indeed true that he was this girl's brother, but for a long time, he called her sister.

"Jemeng... Gad." He murmured the name.

He sat up suddenly, breathing rapidly, and covered in cold sweat. Next to him was a platform that was so long that it was submerged in the darkness. There were all kinds of strange things piled up, including bottle caps, cigarette paper shells, and compasses that were sorted into piles.

Brightly colored wrapping paper, and a scrap page from an old-fashioned weekly magazine with an obvious headline: "People should not envy others what they are born with."

There was an unknown palpitation in his chest, but he felt as if he had woken up from a dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years, exhausted.

He looked towards the dark platform, something was calling there.

He knew it was time for him to go out.

...

On the huge playground of Shilan Middle School, there is only one basketball court with the sound of running and the ball hitting the rubber floor.

There are five people on the field, two against three.

Apparently on the other side of the two, there was a young man wearing a white T-shirt. His whole body was simple. He dribbled the ball forward, jumped like a hurricane, and dunked. His physical fitness was so exaggerated that he did not look like a high school student. Including his teammates,

The other four people seemed not to be surprised by this. One of the students in school uniform reluctantly picked up the ball.

"Brother Chu, the college entrance examination is about to begin, are you still playing here?" The student who picked up the ball passed it to another person and muttered. Apparently he was complaining because the other person appeared here and tortured them so much that they couldn't take care of themselves.

The young man called Senior Brother Chu intercepted the pass, took it into his hands, immediately turned around, walked out of the three-point line, and then entered the penalty area for a dunk.

"Senior Brother Chu has always been number one, so he should be recommended, right?" Among the four juniors, the student on his side said with a smile.

"That's true," the former somewhat unhappy student scratched his head, "It's just that when Senior Brother Chu graduates, I don't know how many girls will secretly be heartbroken."

As the class bell rang, the four students ran toward the teaching building with an ominous cry, and said goodbye to "Senior Brother Chu" at the same time.

However, the sky, which had been sunny and sunny a few minutes ago, suddenly turned dark, and the clouds were so deep that they were about to swallow up Shilan Middle School.

Chu Zihang picked up the bag on the sidelines, took out a towel from it and wiped the sweat. Then he used the dirty towel to wipe the sweat on the ball, and finally put it into the bag.

As soon as he put on his bag, Chu Zihang glanced at the audience stand not far from the basketball court where he was.

A boy in school uniform sat there and watched him play basketball for a period.

Today is not too long before the college entrance examination. Although the entire senior high school students have no classes, they should study by themselves in the classroom. Chu Zihang is an exception. Although he has never skipped class because of his excellent character and academic performance, he is somehow inexplicable today.

I am irritable and just want to go to the playground and play ball for one lesson.

Chu Zihang stood on the sidelines, looking at the darkening sky. It was not surprising that in less than a minute it would rain as heavy as three years ago. He saw that the boy in the audience had no intention of leaving.

, was stunned for a moment, hesitating whether to tell the other party.

Then there was a loud thunder, and thousands of tons of water fell to the ground, like a reservoir in the sky opening its gates.

Chu Zihang's line of sight was briefly blocked, and then he lost sight of the boy. But before the rain completely soaked Chu Zihang, a black umbrella was gently passed from the side to block the majestic heavy rain.

"Chu Zihang?" The boy who was as tall as him said with one hand in his school uniform pocket. His tone sounded very familiar, as if they had known each other for many years.

"Who are you?" Chu Zihang was a little surprised, but obviously the other party didn't have any ill intentions, it was more like... striking up a conversation after making a decision for a while?

"My name is Xia Xian." The boy smiled, and Chu Zihang was stunned by his deep black pupils.

The eyes of ordinary Chinese people are not completely black, but more or less brown or brown, but this young man named Xia Xian is strangely dark, even a little... disgusting?

"Xia..." Chu Zihang subconsciously muttered and repeated the last name, feeling a certain emptiness in his mind. He searched for the memory but could not find the key, as if someone had cut off the most important part.

Two teenagers with similar temperaments but completely different understandings of each other were very close to each other under the umbrella. Chu Zihang was not used to others looking at him at such a close distance, because he did not want to be noticed by others under the black contact lenses he often wore.

See the gold.

"In the class next to you, I am the second best student in the class behind you." Xia Xian said.

Chu Zihang stared at his face for a few seconds, nodded, and there was a name corresponding to it in his mind.

"Is something wrong?" He glanced at the black umbrella above his head and asked.

Xia Xian shook his head, "I would like to ask, which school are you planning to attend, or have you already been admitted?"

The man's words appeared in Chu Zihang's mind:

"Actually, it's good to go abroad, but remember not to apply to a college called Kassel. There are a bunch of crazy people in that college."

"Maybe I will go abroad." Chu Zihang said. His answer was ambiguous, but in fact, he already had a very clear plan in his heart.

Xia Xian didn't show too many expressions and nodded lightly, "Go back together? The rain is too heavy."

Chu Zihang shook his head, took out an umbrella from his bag, walked into the rain, opened it, and nodded to Xia Xian.

"Nice to meet you, Xia Xian." For some reason, Chu Zihang didn't feel disgusted with this dark-eyed boy who suddenly struck up a conversation for no apparent reason, and even felt that there was something familiar about him.

Xia Xian smiled and nodded, watching Chu Zihang walk towards the teaching building in the heavy white rain.
Chapter completed!