The next morning, before Tang Junhe opened his eyes, he felt in a daze that something had been stuffed into his mouth. He went to bed without eating the night before. At this time, his stomach was so hungry that he thought it was his mother Tang Xiaonian who came to feed him, so he closed his eyes and took a bite, his little face was wrinkled with soreness. .

Tang Junhe's tears burst out immediately, and he wanted to spit out the sour grapes with his mouth puckered. Yang Xuan, who started the prank, looked at his expression and laughed happily.

After Yang Chengchuan put on his suit and tie, he glanced worriedly at the bedroom of the two children before leaving. The two brothers were crying loudly while the other was laughing. The scene was very troublesome. He was in a hurry to go to work and didn't have time to be a mediator, so he scolded Yang Xuan hastily: "Yang Xuan, don't bully my brother, hurry up and get him up to wash his face and eat breakfast!"

Yang Xuan rolled and laughed non-stop: "I, I couldn't wake him up just now... I stuffed a sour grape in his mouth hahaha, he immediately became sour hahahaha..."

Tang Junhe didn't know what he did wrong, and Tang Xiaonian would send him here for punishment. He washed his face alone in a sullen manner, ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast, and then immersed in the grief of being abandoned, he refused to say a word to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's coaxing with toys was ineffective, so he turned around and went to the study to play.

The day of fear and fear was finally over. At night, Tang Junhe huddled under the quilt, praying in his heart that he would see Tang Xiaonian when he opened his eyes tomorrow morning. He closed his eyes and urged himself to fall asleep quickly, but before he fell asleep, a sudden urge to urinate rose under his body.

The room was dark and silent, he was a little scared, but he didn't want to wake up Yang Xuan who was beside him, so he had the courage to get out of bed and headed towards the bathroom in the dark.

When he reached the door of the bathroom, he reached out to turn on the light, but he stood on tiptoe and straightened his arms, but he couldn't reach the switch, so he continued to walk in in the dark, urinating while trembling.

After urinating, he walked out of the bathroom with a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, a black figure suddenly jumped out from behind the door and yelled "ah" at him.

Tang Junhe was so frightened that he forgot to run away, and stood on the spot in a daze, crying "Wow".

Yang Xuan laughed so hard that he fell down.

Tang Junhe cried majesticly, and the rain was about to come, and the crying alarmed Yang Chengchuan in his sleep. Hearing the movement, Yang Chengchuan got out of bed and walked out of the room, turned on the light and had a look - it was exactly the same as the scene in the morning, one was crying and the other was laughing.

Yang Chengchuan walked over and scolded Yang Xuan head and face, Yang Xuan was not afraid, and while being scolded, he secretly made faces at Tang Junhe.

After Yang Chengchuan scolded Yang Xuan, he sent them back to the bed, barely comforted Tang Junhe, turned off the lights and went back to the house. As soon as he left, Yang Xuan got up on his stomach, looked at Tang Junhe in the dark, and said in a low voice: "This room will have ghosts coming in at night..."

Tang Junhe shrank his neck, choked with sobs and whispered, "You lied."

"Really," Yang Xuan said mysteriously, making it seem like that, "the one coming in through that window can't see the shadow, it's so big, you don't even need to open the window to come in, and there's no sound..."

"I'm not afraid." Tang Junhe shrank into the quilt in fright.

Yang Xuan's trick succeeded, and he patted him across the quilt like a little adult, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I've become good friends with him... Huluhulumao, don't be scared..." Before he could say a few words of comfort, he himself As soon as he fell down, he fell asleep first.

Tang Junhe was so scared that he fell asleep half the night. Before falling asleep, he thought in a daze, this place is too scary, and this little brother is too scary, he has to find a way to escape. Tang Xiaonian doesn't want him anymore, he wants to run out to find Tang Xiaonian by himself.

After lunch at noon the next day, he lay on the bed and squinted his eyes, pretending to be asleep. When Yang Chengchuan finally went to work, Yang Xuan hadn't woken up from his afternoon nap, so he tiptoed out of bed, walked to the door, unlocked the door, and escaped secretly.

He went downstairs, fearing that someone would chase him, so he didn't even have time to tell the direction, so he ran wildly for a while, stopped after running for a long time, and began to walk along the side of the road. While walking, panting, he recalled the route he had taken the day before yesterday, but as a result, he walked and walked until he got lost.

Yang Xuan woke up from a nap, refreshed his energy, and wanted to scare Tang Junhe, but unexpectedly searched the house, even the bottom of the bed, but still couldn't find it. He was lying on the floor, his head moved, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart—oh no, the little crying bag ran away!

Yang Xuan is an out-and-out brat, but he already has a sense of responsibility at a young age. Since his father handed over his younger brother to him to look after him, he can't lose him.

He quickly got up from the floor, ran downstairs in a hurry, looked around, ran to the grandmas in the corner of the building, and asked them if they saw a white, small , the little boy who grew to his chin ran out.

"There is one," one of the grandmas pointed him in the direction, "running towards that, ouch, he ran very fast, his two calves looked like clockwork..."

Before grandma could finish speaking, Yang Xuan said "Thank you grandma" and hurried away in that direction like the wind.

Tang Junhe is still walking, walking non-stop, he feels like he has come to a big maze, no matter how he walks, he can't get out, no matter how he walks, he seems to be going around in circles, he can't find Tang Xiaonian, and he can't remember to go back way.

He was panting and sweating from exhaustion, but every time he walked for a while, he would return to the entrance of a shopping mall, where there were two huge Transformers standing there, staring at him upright.

Watching the adults coming and going on the street, Tang Junhe recalled the stories of child abduction and trafficking that Tang Xiaonian had told him before, tears came out of his eyes as he walked. He held back his tears, not letting himself cry, and whispered to himself: I will definitely find my mother, I will definitely find my mother...

Until it was dark, his legs were no longer his own. Watching the sky darken little by little, Tang Junhe sat on the side of the road in despair, and finally started crying, wiping his tears with his little hands .

A well-meaning passer-by stopped to ask him if he was lost, but he kept shaking his head and refused to say anything. Tang Xiaonian told him that if he can't find his mother, he must not talk to strangers, just wait where he is, and his mother will come back to find him.

But where is mother... The more Tang Junhe thought about it, the more sad he became. He couldn't help thinking about his future life, which might be begging along the side of the road and being a dirty little beggar...

Yang Xuan was sweating profusely from running, and almost ran the entire downtown of T City, but he couldn't find his new brother. When it was dark, he also remembered the story of child abduction and trafficking that his mother had told, and was so anxious that he almost cried.

If my younger brother is really lost, it must be his own responsibility, Yang Xuan thought to himself, he was the one who scared him away, what should I do...

He ran around the road anxiously, wanting to call Tang Junhe's name, but he couldn't remember those three words, so he could only call "brother" loudly.

Little Tang Junhe was tired and hungry, sitting on the side of the road in despair, thinking that he would never see Tang Xiaonian again, and was crying silently, when he suddenly heard "brother—brother—" from a distance

Although he still didn't fully remember Yang Xuan's voice, he immediately remembered the bad little brother who had been scaring him for the past two days. At this moment, he completely forgot the bad deeds Yang Xuan had done to him, stood up abruptly, and cried, "I'm here—I'm here—brother—"

Yang Xuan had run out of strength, and when he heard Tang Junhe's voice, he became more excited, ran to Tang Junhe's side a few steps, and said in surprise and joy: "I found you!"

Tang Junhe burst into tears, terribly wronged. His hands were dirty, and he wiped himself into a little cat.

Yang Xuan bowed his head to wipe his tears with guilt: "Stop crying, stop crying, I'm sorry brother..."

Tang Junhe didn't speak, crying out of breath.

Yang Xuan took his hand and led him home. Tang Junhe cried all the way.

After returning home, Yang Xuan was afraid that he would sue Yang Chengchuan at night, so he comforted him like a little adult, and even took a white towel to wipe his face. But Tang Junhe was still crying and couldn't stop crying.

Yang Xuan was at a loss and said, "Don't cry, we're home, why are you crying?"

Tang Junhe burped and said, "I'm hungry. I walked all afternoon. I'm so hungry."

"Then I'll cook for you, don't cry." Yang Xuan said.

Yang Xuan is only 6 years old. He can only fry eggs in the very small frying pan his mother bought him. He fried all the remaining 5 eggs in the refrigerator, and put a fried egg in a small plate, some were not yet cooked, some were burnt, and pushed them all in front of Tang Junhe.

Seeing the food, Tang Junhe finally calmed down and stopped crying. He wiped away his tears, sniffed his nose, and began to eat the fried eggs that Yang Xuan had cooked for him. After eating three and a half, he started crying again.

Yang Xuan's head grew big, and he said, "Why are you crying again?"

Tang Junhe cried and said, "It's too much, I can't eat it."

Yang Xuan stared at him: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it!"

Tang Junhe cried and said, "It will be a waste of food if you don't eat it."

Yang Xuan pulled the small porcelain plate in front of Tang Junhe and said, "Then I'll eat it, and I'm going to starve to death." After speaking, he ate the remaining one and a half eggs in two bites.

He was so windy, he ate so fast, he was stunned by Jun He, he forgot to cry for a while, and said with tears in his eyes, "You eat so fast."

Yang Xuan blinked his big sincere eyes, looked at Jun He and said, "I found you and took you home, and I also cooked for you, and helped you eat the leftovers you couldn't eat, how about me?"

Jun He thought about it seriously, and said, "It was good just now."

Yang Xuan became anxious, slapped the table and shouted, "Is it just right?"

Tang Junhe was frightened by his yelling, and dodged his eyes and said, "It's not good if you keep scaring me."

Yang Xuan waved his little hand: "I won't scare you anymore."

Tang Junhe looked at him timidly, obviously not convinced. His two eyeballs are like two round black agates, clearly reflecting Yang Xuan on them.

"Really," Yang Xuan hesitated, "Then, don't tell my dad for a while, I will lose you this afternoon..."

Tang Junhe looked at him, bargaining childishly: "If you don't scare me in the future, I won't tell."

"I will definitely not scare you in the future!" Yang Xuan vowed, pinching Tang Junhe's face and asked, "What's your name? I was looking for you just now, and I wanted to call you by your name, but I just couldn't remember it."

Tang Junhe said it honestly, and Yang Xuan repeated it several times, saying: "Why is it so hard to remember, forget it, I'll call you brother."

After this happened, Tang Junhe began to cling to Yang Xuan. He is not familiar with Runcheng's place of life, coupled with the psychological shadow brought about by Lost this time, he never leaves Yang Xuan.

Although the two are only one year apart, Yang Xuan looks much older than Jun He. Tang Junhe grew up later than other children of the same age, and he is not talkative. But Yang Xuan is a king of children, and he has established a majesty among the children around him at a young age. He was also taller than his peers, his legs were long and straight, and he disappeared as soon as he ran.

In the first few times, when Tang Junhe went out to play with him, he always had to look for his brother in a panic after a while. Later, he knew that Yang Xuan would come back to look for him after running for a while, so he stood obediently and waited for Yang Xuan.

Tang Junhe's hair was soft, his face was white, and his flesh was plump. Yang Xuan always went up and touched his dirty hands. After playing for a day, his face was clean, but Tang Junhe became a dirty child.

After being scolded by Yang Chengchuan several times, every time Yang Xuan brought Tang Junhe home, he would wipe his face with a towel.

In Yang Xuan's eyes, Tang Junhe is not his good friend, nor his younger brother, but his little toy.

Half a month later, Tang Junhe was still wary of Yang Chengchuan, and he refused to call him father, but he was very clingy to Yang Xuan, one brother at a time.

On the day Tang Junhe was sent away, Yang Xuan stood downstairs to see him off, watched him being carried into the car by Yang Chengchuan, and said goodbye to his brother sensiblely.

"Okay, you go home," Yang Chengchuan said to Yang Xuan before getting into the car, "Close the door yourself, I'll take my brother back to his home first, and I'll be back later."

"Oh." Yang Xuan was dejected, reluctant to let go, and suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Dad, wait a minute, I'll go back and get something!"

Yang Chengchuan got into the car and fastened his seat belt, but Yang Xuan hadn't come out yet. Seeing that it was getting dark, he started the car and slowly drove away from the gate of the community.

Tang Junhe turned his head and looked back, he was still waiting for Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan would definitely come out. But he didn't dare to ask Yang Chengchuan to stop the car. To him, Yang Chengchuan was still a stranger.

The car drove two hundred meters, and Tang Junhe saw Yang Xuan running out from the gate of the community, and ran towards their direction.

"Brother!" Tang Junhe shouted.

Yang Chengchuan, who was sitting in the driver's seat and driving, was stunned for a moment—this little son hadn't spoken so loudly in front of him before, and he turned his head back: "What's wrong, Jun He?"

"Brother is chasing us," Tang Junhe knelt on the back seat of the car, slapped the rear window excitedly, turned his head and shouted at Yang Chengchuan, "Uncle, stop the car for a while!"

This "uncle" yelled Yang Chengchuan with mixed feelings. He stepped on the brakes, stopped the car, opened the door and went down, and shouted at Yang Xuan from a long distance: "Slow down, don't fall down."

Yang Xuan caught up, gasping for breath, holding a Transformer in one hand, breathlessly said: "Here, give this to my brother, let him take it home to play..."

Tang Junhe sat in the car and wanted to open the door, but he couldn't do it for a long time, and he was sweating anxiously.

Yang Chengchuan came over to help him open the car door, Yang Xuan came over, his little face was flushed, he stuffed two Transformers into Jun He's arms, and said generously: "Don't you like to play with this, I give it to you gone."

Tang Junhe hugged two domineering Transformers, wanting but not daring to have them, and not sincerely refusing: "My mother said, you can't just take other people's things..."

Yang Xuan was full of pride: "Your brother said, if you give it to you, you can take it!"

In this way, Tang Junhe, holding two valuable Transformers, returned from the bustling city center full of high-rise buildings to the desolate suburbs where demolition was everywhere, and also returned to his mother Tang Xiaonian.

After Tang Junhe was sent home, he always grabbed Tang Xiaonian and asked over and over again when he could see his brother again and when he could invite him to play at home.

In the first few times, Tang Xiaonian would give him a few symbolic perfunctory words, but after being asked many times, he became a little emotional, and ignored him every time he heard this sentence, and sometimes secretly wiped his tears.

In Tang Junhe's Tongyan Wuji's description, Yang Chengchuan's home is a magnificent palace, and Yang Xuan is the pampered little prince in the palace. The two Transformers that Yang Xuan gave to Tang Junhe were quietly placed on the lacquered TV cabinet, staring at the other dilapidated and dilapidated furnishings in the room without any concealment.

Tang Xiaonian was watching clothes stalls in the shopping mall, and passed by the children's section of the shopping mall countless times. The toys there were staggeringly expensive. Every time, she hurried past with lowered eyebrows, not daring to stay for a second.

The two Transformers that Tang Junhe brought back were bigger and more refined than those in the shopping mall, and the price was undoubtedly more expensive, but Yang Chengchuan's son gave away two as soon as he made a move, which made Tang Xiao Nian felt more and more aggrieved and shabby.

Tang Xiaonian was pregnant at the time, and hurriedly found an old building area in the neighboring city of Runcheng to settle down. There is nothing good here, except for the cheap rent—there are dense, low-rise buildings everywhere, dry and cold in winter, and flooded in summer. Only for a rare moment at noon every day can we see the bright sunshine outside.

However, in the past two years, with the implementation of the previous policy, this dilapidated old city has been transformed into the territory of Runcheng. Housing prices have risen faster than rockets, and rents have naturally risen as well. This forced Tang Xiaonian to save money on food and expenses. Even when buying toilet paper, he had to stand in front of the supermarket shelves and hesitate for a long time.

Tang Xiaonian is not without the opportunity to "get rid of poverty". When Yang Chengchuan found this place, the first thing he said was, why do you live here? Is this a place where people live? Let's go, I'll find you a place to live, so you won't suffer here.

At that time, Tang Xiaonian looked at him with backbone and said: "Go where it came from, who cares about your two stinky money." In this way, Yang Chengchuan's remaining words were choked back into his stomach.

One night, Tang Xiaonian made sweet and sour pork ribs for Tang Junhe. Tang Junhe licked his fingers while eating and said, "Mom, let's ask brother Yang Xuan to come and try it next time."

When Tang Xiaonian heard it, a feeling of sadness flowed down his esophagus to his throat. She put down her chopsticks, grabbed Tang Junhe's arm and asked him, "Tell mom, is your brother's house big?"

Tang Junhe gestured with his two white lotus root and melon-like arms, "It's so big."

Tang Xiaonian asked again: "Does that brother look good in his clothes?"

Tang Junhe nodded seriously: "It looks good, and my brother looks good too."

Tang Xiaonian suddenly started to cry, patter patter, she turned her face and wiped her tears, and said: "Those should be yours, do you understand?"

Tang Junhe naturally didn't understand, but he looked at Tang Xiaonian ignorantly, and nodded timidly.

Since that time, Tang Junhe never mentioned Yang Xuan in front of Tang Xiaonian again. He knew that as long as his brother was mentioned, his mother would cry, and he couldn't make his mother sad.

However, even though he didn't mention it, he still often thinks of Yang Xuan.

Because of Tang Xiaonian, the other children in the alley were hinted not to play with Tang Junhe. Tang Junhe has no friends, and apart from Tang Xiaonian, no one treats him well. Yang Xuan's kindness to him became the only brilliance in his childhood, which set off the bleakness of other days.