Extra, three years from the male lead's perspective

When the firecrackers exploded, the gate closed in front of Wei Xichen's eyes.

On a cold winter night, he was wearing an old jacket and his ankles were exposed.

He stood expressionlessly for a while, and sure enough, the voices of his mother and other men came from it.

Everyone's carnival does not mean his carnival.

He leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. When the smoke rose, he remembered her.

The little girl who left two years ago.

Actually, he just left, and he didn't think of her much. When she left two years ago, he dreamed of her. At an agitation, she appeared in his dreams countless times, and acted coquettishly at him like before.

Occasionally, he would smile at him sweetly and kiss the corners of his lips in his arms.

But after all, she was not here, so he still had to repeat his daily life, study when he had time, fight when he was away, and do some gangsters when he was away.

As time goes by, he feels that he doesn't miss her that much.

Even the face in the dream was blurred.

Forget it, he told himself.

He knew it was the eldest lady and he couldn't get it.

There are too many things that I can't get in this life. From childhood to looking at a bowl of porridge and swallowing, to later, I saw others wearing glamorous new clothes with envy.

As time goes by, he will understand that things that do not belong to him should not be delusional.

After thinking about it, there is nothing else but a little pain.

When a cigarette was finished, the sound inside had not stopped.

He was also impatient and walked out in thin clothes.

Most of the people on Celadon Street are like him, and some people raise but no one teaches him. Fortunately, the Chinese New Year is the most peaceful and peaceful day of the year.

No fight happened, and there were laughter and clamors in groups of teenage girls. He suddenly felt a little lonely.

"Boss."

Wen Kai didn't know where he came out, "Is he alone?"

He handed a cigarette, and Wei Xichen took it.

Two seventeen-year-old boys watched the fireworks bloom in the sky and spit out smoke rings one by one.

Wen Kai suddenly asked, "Do you want to play with Sun Xiaoai?"

"who?"

"I came here a few days ago. I'm much more beautiful than the group of thin black girls in Celadon, white and tender..." Wen Kai narrowed his eyes. The women in Celadon had dark skin and were more fierce than men outside when they fought.

Sun Xiaoai is different. She has only been to Qingci for a few days after following her mother. She is so pretty that she has immediately fascinated a large group of teenagers and men in Qingci.

The mother and daughter are helpless in Celadon, so they naturally have the means to survive.

Sun Xiaoai has the talent of socializing and can deal with the serenely among a group of jackals.

Wei Xichen pressed out the cigarette: "Let's go."

He didn't know where he could go or what to do.

He could clearly get rid of his mother now, but he didn't even have the idea of ​​changing the status quo.

A group of teenagers surrounded Sun Xiaoai and showed their attentiveness.

She accepted their gifts and closed her eyes and kissed them.

Such a scene is not an exaggeration for Celadon. Wen Kai watched it as if he was watching the fun and whistled.

Immediately someone greeted him and Wei Xichen.

Wei Xichen and other groups have established in recent years and are already very famous in celadon.

His idiot mother didn't know, but in the eyes of these teenagers, Wei Xichen was opening up a bloody road.

“What are you playing?”

Wen Kai asked.

"Paper airplane."

Someone laughed so hard that he continued, saying that Sun Xiaoai had never seen these before. They folded the exquisite paper plane to please her.

Although I want to play something else, it is the rule of Celadon's New Year for not forcing or fighting.

Wei Xichen didn't know Sun Xiaoai, but Sun Xiaoai knew him.

She pushed the boy beside her away and walked towards him.

Her eyes were so tempting that she reached out to him.

He didn't move or hide, nor reached out to pull her, and just looked at her quietly, as if he didn't care about anything she did, nor did he feel anything.

Her heartbeats a little faster.

Wen Kai is right. Her skin is thin and white, her facial features are beautiful, and she is really eye-catching among a group of black and thin girls.

He didn't move, thinking that such days were really disgusting and boring.

He was only seventeen years old and actually felt that this might be the case in his life.

Her smell was getting closer and closer, and it smelled a little bit greasy, and he frowned.

Not sure whose paper plane flew to their feet, Wei Xichen looked over.

On the wings are the girl’s naive handwriting, and he saw the words Tao Ran.

The body reacted faster than the brain. He felt that fresh blood seemed to be injected into the heart in an instant. Her eyebrows and eyes were still so clear in his memory after two years.

He pushed Sun Xiaoai away, squatted down and picked up the paper plane.

The pages of the book exuded an old smell - Tao Ran, Class 2, 3rd Class of junior high school.

His heart seemed to have been stabbed, and it didn't hurt, but it was itchy.

He missed her a little, and on such a night, he thought unscrupulously.

This is not his life principle. This girl Tao Ran is not a bowl of porridge, not a delicate piece of clothing, not something he can get by working hard and using means.

If he is smart enough, he should give up now.

It was a rose, but he had thorns all over his body, and maybe he couldn't take her off even if he was full of holes.

He felt a little hurt.

He folded the paper and put it in his arms.

He asked Sun Xiaoai, who was stunned by the side, "Where did this come from?"

“…”

Then Wen Kai felt that Wei Xichen was crazy, and he exchanged a lot of good things for books donated by a little girl two years ago.

He offers a high price, so naturally some people are willing to spend time looking for it.

In the end, he actually got back more than ten copies.

Tao Ran left nothing for him, and the only thing left was probably the pile of books she didn't want.

When winter passes, spring comes.

He opened her classic works and read them carefully.

Speculate on what kind of mentality she wrote these sentences.

She is a little naive, has no particularly good temper, and she likes to complain.

His slender fingers brushed through the tender handwriting, and he bent his lips and smiled.

If I could see her again, I would have been better off seeing her again.

Such desire suddenly dominated his life, and it came inexplicably and unstoppable.

But the world is vast, and even the mayor doesn’t know where Mr. Tao, who concealed his address, lives. Where should he find her?

...

In the rainiest season of celadon, he waited for the "good-hearted man" Mr. Tao Hongbo.

At that time, his mother died. When she was sick, Wei Xichen looked at him coldly.

It was not until the woman died that he brought him to the door and went outside to smoke.

Xiaoyu was lingering, and he set a spiritual seat for her.

He could hear the sound of people coming from a distance.

He was like a beast that had turned around, opening the doors and windows to let the smell of smoke go away.

Wei Xichen leaned against the door, like this simple, clean and clear boy.
To be continued...