Fang Hui stood in front of Ye Haoran and asked, "Do you think a person's past is really important?"
Fang Hui's eyes showed a little bit of disappointment.
After Ye Haoran sent her back last night, Fang Hui, who ran into the corridor, did not go home immediately. Instead, she saw Ye Haoran in the small window cleaning up two gangsters who came to trouble her.
Fang Hui knew exactly why these two gangsters came to find her.
After seeing the two gangsters being taken away by Ye Haoran, Fang Hui was a little happy. But when she saw the two gangsters being taken away by Ye Haoran, Fang Hui felt mixed emotions. Some things can no longer be hidden.
I wanted to explain this matter clearly when I went to the rooftop at noon today, but I didn't expect that Ye Haoran was not there at noon.
When she came back in the evening, Fang Hui couldn't bear it anymore and finally asked the question in her heart.
Although this sentence was very ordinary, to her, Ye Haoran's answer involved the way the two of them would get along in the future.
A classmate? Or a closer relationship.
Ye Haoran sat on the bicycle, looked at Fang Hui who had everything written on his face, and asked with a smile: "Everyone has different ideas, it depends on what you think, if you think it is necessary, then write Go into a journal and make it a part of your life.
If you think it is unnecessary, then don’t mention it again, say goodbye to the past, and it is best to forget about it. "
It's just a word of comfort, who can forget all about his past? Unless you lose your memory!
Even if you have amnesia, there will be someone to help you remember.
Fang Hui shook her head: "I just want to know what you think."
Ye Haoran tilted his head, trying to see Fang Hui's face with his head lowered, and asked with a smile: "Does it really matter what I think?"
"Very important."
Fang Hui replied firmly, she really wanted to know.
Ye Haoran thought for a moment before speaking: "Memory is a road of no return. We can't choose what we have done in the past, we can only choose what to do in the future. It doesn't matter whether the past is important, as long as it does not affect our future."
An answer that surprised Fang Hui.
In her mind, she thought the answer was only "yes" or "no."
She couldn't understand everything Ye Haoran said, but she could understand the general meaning.
Without perfecting his values and worldview, Fang Hui didn't know how to return to Ye Haoran's words.
Seeing Fang Hui racking his brains to understand the meaning of his words, Ye Haoran stretched out his hand and patted Fang Hui's little head and said: "Don't think about it. It's meaningless to dwell on the past. What you have to do is to look beyond In the future, it’s more important to think hard about what kind of talent you want to be.”
This is the first time Ye Haoran has done such an intimate act to Fang Hui.
Sour and sweet, sweet and sour.
She was worried that Ye Haoran would have a bad impression because of her past, so she couldn't wait to ask this question.
Unexpectedly, Ye Haoran would enlighten him.
For a moment, his eyes were moist. He wanted to cry but couldn't find a reason to cry. He was afraid of being embarrassed, so he quickly turned his back to Ye Haoran.
Just when tears were about to fall, a hand holding a tissue reached out from Fang Hui's ear.
"Just wipe it."
With this small movement, the moved Fang Hui burst into tears instantly.
After a few minutes, Fang Hui calmed down and turned around and said, "I don't want to go home, please take me for a walk."
"Okay!" He patted the bicycle and said, "Come up."
Once again put on the Walkman headphones, one for each person.
The bicycle drifted away under the afterglow of the setting sun.
...
Next to a roadside stall, Ye Haoran and Fang Hui each held a handful of skewers in their hands, sitting on the curb and eating.
Occasionally, I’ll take a bite of a big white pear.
Food can make people forget their sorrows, and Fang Hui's inner worries are being digested bit by bit by the meat skewers.
Although it is easy to gain weight, it is not a big problem
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"It's so delicious. I rarely eat these because my mom won't let me."
Fang Hui, who had regained her mood, started talking more.
He reached out and handed the skewer to Ye Haoran. After Ye Haoran bit off the only piece of fat on the skewer, Fang Hui put the remaining lean meat into his mouth.
In no time, the two of them had wiped out more than twenty strings.
"Hiccup~"
After patting his belly, Fang Hui took out two tissues, handed one to Ye Haoran, and kept one for himself to wipe his mouth.
"Go back when you're full, I'll see you off."
"Well, I'm full."
After reluctantly looking at the roadside stall, Fang Hui sat on Ye Haoran's bicycle.
It was already dark, and the yellowing street lights attracted some small flying insects, and there were far fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road.
The bicycle just passed through an alley.
The shouts and curses suddenly reached the ears of the two people.
"Fuck him!
"
"Beat me, give me a good beating, you dare to step on the horse to cause trouble!"
"I'm giving you shame, but you don't want to ask me who I am."
"Keep fighting!"
Three or four hooligans were beating up one of them, and the face of the man lying on the ground could not be discerned.
Coincidentally, several people happened to block the way of Ye Haoran and Fang Hui.
Seeing the fight, Fang Hui nervously grabbed Ye Haoran's school uniform and whispered, "Let's go around the other way."
Ye Haoran didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Just as he was about to take a detour on his bicycle, he was blocked by a few hooligans who shouted at him.
One of them walked up to Ye Haoran's bicycle with a wooden stick in his hand.
He looked arrogant and said, "Why are you so anxious? Do you want to call the police?"
The wooden stick in his hand knocked the bicycle twice.
Frightened, Fang Hui quickly turned sideways and hid her face in Ye Haoran's arms, like a little quail.
"Oh, my little sister looks pretty good. Do you want to play with your brother?"
There was a cold light in Ye Haoran's eyes. He didn't want to cause more trouble, but things would always find their way to him.
A young gangster standing behind Ye Haonan reached for his schoolbag and shouted, "Take out the money for me!"
Ye Haoran suddenly smiled, wondering what the reason was, when the best assist came from the opposite side.
Without any movement of struggle, the gangster looked at Ye Haoran with disdainful eyes, and then began to rummage through his schoolbag.
After a while, he took out a large envelope.
After opening the door, the little gangster was shocked: "Big...brother, money...a lot of money..."
"You're stupid for riding a horse!"
The eldest brother carrying the wooden stick snatched the envelope, looked inside and made the same shocked expression.
They were all four old men, a whole pile.
At this time, the salary of a hotel waiter was only four to five hundred. It would be strange for a young gangster who had never seen the world not to be shocked.
"Brother, let's send it out!"
A few gangsters were circling the envelope, just about to take it out and count how much money it had.
Unexpectedly, Ye Haoran got off the bicycle and pulled out an iron rod from the shelf next to him.
"Brother, this much money is enough to visit an Internet cafe for several months."
"You are really useless in riding a horse. Why don't you go to an Internet cafe? Let's go take a bath and open your eyes today."
A few hooligans are happily thinking about the future.
Ye Haoran walked behind a few people and smiled: "I'm afraid not!"
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