After all, the child was just trying to be brave. Amy talked to me for a short time, and gradually her eyelids couldn't be opened.

Although the bedding on the bed has been replaced with new ones, the pillows have not been replaced. They are still two identical buckwheat skin pillows. The one placed in the middle of the bed is used as a pillow for me.

Some psychological analysts say that people who sleep with pillows in their arms are insecure. I personally think this statement is somewhat true, but I can't change this habit no matter what. It's really embarrassing.

Just as I was about to take the pillow away, Amy turned over weakly and held my pillow between her arms and thighs.

"I don't want to play the violin anymore..."

She talked in her sleep, frowned slightly, and hugged the pillow tighter, as if it was Winnie the Pooh that she usually used to help her fall asleep.

The patter of rain outside the window does not make people anxious, but has the effect of calming the mind.

Amy's brows gradually relaxed. She pressed the pillow tightly against her belly, pressed her chin against the upper part of the pillow, and pressed her knees against the lower part of the pillow, sleeping like a kitten.

Every time she took a breath, the air in the room seemed to become softer because of her. I wonder what Bruce Lee and Stallone on the poster, these two tough guys like door gods protecting the little girl as she sleeps, would feel.

I gently covered Amy with a towel, turned off the ceiling lamp, and walked out without making any footsteps.

Good night, little one.

I said silently in my heart, the way Amy slept soundly reminded me of the pet I had when I was a child. When she fell asleep, she looked so beautiful and flawless, so innocent, and at the same time so exhausted.

If you don’t like money, does it mean you like your body?

Do you completely refuse to believe in the third possibility? "Anyone approaching you has various ulterior motives." How did you get through your childhood? I have a dad who is a porn commentator.

I can also make some friends from the basketball team.

I always feel that the third possibility still exists. There will always be someone who doesn't care about your wealth or your appearance at all. Even your name is not important to him. He cares about you and loves you. He just hopes to see you.

Happy, I don’t want to see you sad.

Of course, what I mentioned above usually occurs between owners and pets, or between like-minded buddies, or between relatives whose blood is thicker than water.

As for the relationship between men and women, this kind of attraction to each other's body now has many financial elements added to it. I seriously doubt its authenticity.

I was not used to lying on the double bed in the big house, and I couldn't help but start thinking about the serious proposition of life again.

My life should have started on this bed. According to my father’s drunken revelation one time, my mother was conceived on this bed when I was still a fertilized egg.

Now that I have grown tall and tall, lying here again, I have a psychedelic feeling of fateful reincarnation and time dislocation.

My life begins on this bed, where will it end?

The rain outside the window became heavier.

I didn't close the curtains, and stared straight at the lines of rain falling from the sky with my eyes wide open.

This downpour reminded me of the fight I had with the campus boss of No. 28 Middle School when I was in the first year of junior high school.

It was also a rainy day. I was holding a black umbrella and standing outside the school wall, staring at a kitten hiding under the eaves on the wall in a daze.

Because it was raining, everyone was in a hurry to go home, so they all walked very fast. A short male student holding a yellow translucent umbrella accidentally bumped into my back because the rain had wet his glasses and he couldn't see the road clearly.

As a result, he fell down and threw away his umbrella.

He screamed when he fell, frightening the kitten on the wall away. Only then did I come to my senses and reach out to help this featherweight classmate.

Unexpectedly, the other party wiped his glasses and saw my face clearly, and immediately shouted in horror: "Don't, don't hit me! I didn't mean it!"

Yes, my eyes were very fierce when I was in the first grade of junior high school, and because I was very tall, I didn’t look like I was in the same grade as the other person.

At this moment, a junior high school student also holding a black umbrella appeared. He was not too tall, but had a broad chest and strong limbs. His dark skin looked like he was born in Hawaii. His eyes were a little protruding, but he was very energetic.

Later I learned that he was the recognized campus boss of No. 28 Middle School. His favorite thing was to maintain school order, punish evil and promote good.

It's quite weird to do this. The campus boss I've seen before doesn't bully people and doesn't charge protection fees. He actually thinks he is a campus policeman and has a duty to maintain law and order. I wonder if he grew up watching Ultraman Tiga when he was a child.

That’s why I determined to be a messenger of justice, and I would step in when I saw any injustice.

He saw the huge difference in stature between me and the boy lying on the ground, and the boy begged me repeatedly for mercy, so he thought I was bullying my classmates in the lower grades.

So he shouted: "Don't bully the juniors!" and started to fight with me.

There are two things I hate most, the first is being bullied, and the second is being wronged.

Now that you are unjustly accusing me of bullying, it is equivalent to breaking two of my prohibitions.

Without saying anything, we started fighting without saying a few words, and we didn't even need our umbrellas. We were going back and forth in the pouring rain, and every punch and kick left arc-shaped traces of water.

He is stocky and has more experience than me. As a person who has just been determined to become stronger, I am certainly no match for him.

But I refuse to admit defeat. I have been bullied by the bully for long enough. I can no longer tolerate others bullying me except the bully!

So I was extremely strong in that fight, and I got up from the muddy ground several times with my belly covered. In order to maintain my dignity, I actually prepared myself to die in that seemingly meaningless battle.

In preparation, I finally grazed his forehead with a punch, causing him to bleed a little, and then he fell to the ground and gasped.

At this time, the frightened skinny boy told him the truth. He was very surprised when he heard it, and asked me lying on the ground why I didn't explain it well and why I fought so hard with him.

I didn't say anything, I just looked blankly at the two black umbrellas that had rolled to one place in the wind and rain.

Somehow, he regarded me as the perfect candidate to be the next boss of No. 28 Middle School and began to focus on training me.

Because there is no benefit in following him, he doesn't have many brothers. Even if I were added, there would only be three.

I don't respect him very much, and I don't even remember his full name. I only know that there is the word "Gang" in his name, and others call him "Brother Gang."

Many people joke about this title, both friendly and hostile. For example, there was once a group of gangsters who robbed money and said in front of Brother Gang:

"Eh? Did you 'just cut' it? You cut it off and you still come out to hang out! Go back and practice "Sunflower Collection"!"

So everyone on both sides burst into laughter, and then Brother Gang, while laughing, went up and beat the opponent with his left and right guardians.

I often just appear by his side, but don't take action. Brother Gang always says that I'm young, and he just takes me with him to show me the world and see what despicable tricks the other party will use. In the future, I won't be a big deal when I go out to explore the world.

Follow other people's ways.

But the other party always counts me among Brother Gang's younger brothers. In their eyes, I was responsible for the group fight at the construction site, and I was responsible for the negotiation at the Shuangxi Building Hotel... because I never take action.

They thought I was the weakest among Brother Gang and the younger brothers, so they ambush me while I was alone.

Now that I think about it, those people have turned into experience points for me to upgrade, right?

The next day when I went to school with a bruised nose and face, Brother Gang asked me what was going on. I said calmly that three people surrounded me, two of them were knocked down by me, and the last one escaped.

So Brother Gang immediately organized people to avenge me, and it happened again and again, just like falling into a vicious circle, and finally my notoriety spread like wildfire.

Rumors about me getting into fights and even joining gangs mostly spread around that time, leaving me with no friends in the class, but I didn't care, as long as no one dared to bully me.

Until Brother Gang and Zuo Zufu graduated together, our relationship didn't get too close. One of the reasons was that he always called me "Little Leaf". The other reason was even more ridiculous. When Brother Gang invited us to a barbecue, he

I drank beer with the guardians around me, but they only let me drink Coke.

"Why can't I drink beer?" I stubbornly grabbed the bottle in front of Brother Gang.

Brother Gang held the bottle with one hand to prevent me from taking the bottle away, and said to me in the same tone as he would his little brother:

"Drinking can easily cause trouble and is not good for your health. You are different from us. You have better brains than us. Maybe you can have a big future."

At that time, I was particularly disapproving of Brother Gang's words. I just felt that they were discriminating against me because they thought I was young.

Later they graduated, and for some reason my heart felt empty, but the box of cold fighting weapons that Brother Gang gave me was quite full.

I haven't seen them since then. I heard that they went to a less formal high school and still drink and fight every day and do useless things.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning outside the window, followed by earth-shattering thunder.

The rumble of thunder continued for a long time, and the more frequent raindrops were caught by the northwest wind, hitting the window glass hard.

What a violent rainy night! My heart spreads out like a galloping wild horse, rushing straight towards the zenith of thunder and lightning. I really want to see what the scenery above the clouds is like, and will I reach there?

Will you never be lonely again?

With a "squeak" sound, I heard the door of the big house being opened.

Turning around in confusion, he found Amy standing at the door with tears in her eyes, her feet bare, and the towel in her arms had been dragged to the ground.

"Outside, it's thundering outside!" Her lips trembled violently, "This, such a big thunder, there will be a tornado, right?"

"There won't be a tornado! That's a rarity that you only have in the United States! Don't you know that men and women can't have sex? Go back to your house quickly!"

I warned sternly.

Amy not only refused to listen to me, but also stepped towards me step by step.

"Don't, don't drive me back!" Her blue pupils flashed with real fear, "Let me sleep next to you! You just need to stay with me. Really, you don't have to do anything! I...

…I’m kind of into Thunder…”

Amy's two feet could hardly support her small weight. Before I refused, she carefully climbed onto the double bed, with an expression of amnesty on her face.

Even without touching her directly, I could feel Amy's heartfelt trembling from under the mattress.

It seems that I am really afraid of thunder! Unlike Xiaoqin who wants to attack me at night, is Amy really here to seek help?

I looked at her face and found that she closed her eyes tightly, wanting to bite the towel and quilt with her teeth, and her body shrank like a cooked shrimp.

Feeling soft, he didn't chase her away, and even gave her one of the two pillows on the bed. This was good, the pillow he finally found was gone.

If she is honest, it doesn't matter if she sleeps next to me for the time being. I will just treat her as if I have a kitten or puppy sleeping next to me.

The sound of rain became more intense, and lightning and thunder continued, making even me a little unable to sleep.

No, the main reason is that the pillow is gone. Without the pillow, it would take me an extra hour or two to fall asleep every time.

Although it's not impossible to go to the neighboring house and get another pillow, wouldn't it be very embarrassing if Amy knew that I couldn't live without the pillow?
Chapter completed!