Lynch really laughed when he was studying at night. Ge Jianjun saw him walking with Meng Hui, rolling and crawling faster than a rabbit, and his yellow hair was messy in the wind.

Lynch smiled happily as he ran away with his head in his arms, and he couldn't see his eyes.

This was the first time Meng Hui saw Lynch laughing so much. He had never seen that kind of pure happiness in Lynch in his previous life.

Even when the bell of the company they were working together was ringing, Lynch just curled his lips calmly and said to him with a crystal wine glass with a reserved word "cheers".

Meng Hui looked at Lynch, who was so smiling that his schoolbag could hardly hold him, and thought to himself that he had a fucking failure in his previous life.

...

‘Dongdong’, the door of the study was knocked. Lynch turned around and Lin Yue'e had already pushed the door in, her face a little serious, "Qiqi, Mom has something to say to you."

"Mom, you say." Lynch quickly put down the pen in his hand, turned around and sat upright at Lin Yue'e. He already had the experience of being a son and was completely involved in the role. He also called Lin Yue'e's mother.

It's not awkward at all.

The obedient and sensible son has always been Lin Yue'e's greatest pride. She works in a department store in the mall and goes back and forth on day shifts. She doesn't have much time to care about Lynch. Fortunately, Lynch has always been well-behaved and sensible, both in life and study.

They rarely worry Lin Yue'e.

"Qiqi, tell your mother honestly, have you made some bad friends recently?" Lin Yue'e said nervously.

Lynch's eyes widened slightly.

When Lin Yue'e saw his reaction, her heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley, and said with a grim expression: "You break up with that boy right away."

Since it is said to be a boy, Lynch is 100% sure that Lin Yue'e is talking about Meng Hui.

Meng Hui, who was reborn, should be wandering around the streets and collecting protection fees. After reborn, Meng Hui has been studying for a month. Not to mention that he is a good student, he can't match the word "bad"

What side?

But sometimes it's really bad. Lynch was a little angry when she thought Meng Hui would tease him from time to time. After calming down, Lynch said: "I didn't make friends with bad students."

"Aunt Zhao has seen it several times upstairs. You went home with a boy who was so angry, right?" Lin Yue'e said anxiously, "The short hair is as short as a labor reform prisoner. To be honest, did he enter?

Going through the teenager’s detention center?”

Lynch: Puff, he wants to laugh a little.

"Mom, really not," Lynch said helplessly, "That's a new classmate in our class. Teacher Zhang said that I, the class monitor, took him more, and it would be better to go home, so we were closer together.

A little bit.”

Lin Yue'e was still worried, "It's all at the doorstep. When did you ask him to come up? I know you, and mom has never heard of you making any friends before."

Lynch's face was a little dim. Lin Yue'e said she cared about him, but in fact she had already been unable to take care of herself. She didn't even know about his learning and dating situation. She didn't even notice that his schoolbag was broken.

Since his stepfather ran away a month ago, he has stopped living at home. He comes back from time to time, and he also leaves after falling, fighting and taking money. Lin Yue'e is always wiping her tears in secret. Lynch wants to comfort her, but she has no idea.

"Okay, I'll let him come to the house if I have a chance."

"Be good," Lin Yue'e's face calmed down, "Mom is going to work night shift, she goes to bed early after finishing her homework, and the doors and windows are closed."

Lynch said "yes" and watched Lin Yue'e leave the door.

In fact, she is only under forty years old, and there are already many white hair mixed in her black hair, which looks particularly dazzling. Time has never treated her kindly, and Lynch sighed.

"System, can I change Lin Yue'e's fate?" Lynch whispered.

The system ignored him.

Lynch reached out and pulled the desk light switch, and suddenly wanted to laugh at himself. He couldn't even control his fate in the small world. How could he talk about helping others change his destiny?

...

As the cicadas chirped in the night, small vendors appeared on both sides of the school road, waiting for the group of skinny monkeys after the night class.

Soon, the ringtone rang, the school gate opened, and groups of bicycles came out in a lively manner, igniting the dull summer night in groups of three or five.

The air is filled with all kinds of stimulating taste buds of the nasal cavity, grilled skewers, fried rice, egg cakes, popsicles, sweet, salty and spicy intertwined into a web that teases people's appetite, the sound of 'sharp stinging' barbecue,'

The sound of igniting the gas tank with a snap was the loudest laughter of the teenagers.

Lynch took a grilled sausage in his hand and said sadly: "I have gained several pounds."

"Not that exaggerated," Meng Hui bent over and picked out a vanilla-flavored ice cream from the insulated box, paid and handed it to Lynch, "Hold it."

Lynch struggled for a while, but still took it. On summer nights, a bite of grilled sausage and ice cream was simply paradise.

The two squeezed out of the crowd and headed toward their way home.

The ice cream melted quickly, and Lynch had not enough hands. After finishing the hot sausage in three mouthfuls, he quickly began to lick the remaining ice cream on his hands.

Meng Hui carried Lynch's broken schoolbag in one hand, slowly walking this road he was familiar with now, occasionally glanced at Lynch who was eating ice cream from the bottom of his eyes.

Lynch was very serious about eating ice cream. His light pink tongue started to lick from the bottom and scraped to the top little by little. He was as serious as if he was doing something very detailed. His big flickering eyes were filled with a little clean starlight.

Meng Hui was a little thirsty.

He must admit that, whether at the age of eighteen or twenty-eight, when he saw Lynch, he was filled with yellow waste that was lingering in his mind, constantly rushing from his brain to his cerebellum, and perhaps to other things

place.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Hui said quietly.

Lynch took a sip of ice cream vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll try it." Meng Hui said, making a gesture to bring his face over.

Lynch quickly carried it over, "You, you want to eat and buy it yourself."

Meng Hui bent over and leaned towards Lynch. The night wind blew past his old school uniform. Huh, like a flock of doves flying out. The long shadow covered Lynch. He said with a smile.

: "Didn't I buy this one?"

Lynch blushed embarrassedly. Although Meng Hui took him to have a midnight snack at the beginning and he couldn't resist, he was indeed the person who was addicted to the street stall.

"I'll give you money." Lynch took out his pocket, took out three coins and turned around and stuffed them into Meng Hui's hand, "Go."

The coin was sticky and stained with the ice cream melted on Lynch's hand. Meng Hui clenched it and put it back in his pocket, stood up straight and said lazyly: "Why did you talk to your Brother Hui?"

Lynch licked the melted ice cream, thought to himself again, and endured humiliation and said, "Brother Hui, will I go back and buy it?"

Meng Hui took another step, "Forget it today, I'll have a holiday tomorrow, so I'll treat me to dinner."

Lynch was full of reluctance, and then remembered Lin’s mother’s instructions again, and said with a sudden inspiration: “Okay, how about going to my house for dinner tomorrow?”

Meng Hui paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled gently, and his bright and sharp eyes shone with a warm light, "Will you see the parents so soon?"

“…”

"And ignore people?"

"No……"

Meng Hui stretched out his hand to hook Lynch's shoulder again. Lynch's first reaction was to stuff the remaining ice cream into his mouth in one mouthful. The consequence of doing so was that "Has Hashi" grinned, as if he was burned.

, all the beautiful facial features were stuck together.

Meng Hui smiled. He wanted to rush such a vivid Lynch into his arms with Ye Feng, kiss him hard on his face, and tell him how much he likes him.

But he just took the initiative in his imagination and rubbed Lynch's hair, "I don't eat scallions, ginger, or coriander."

Lynch swallowed the last mouthful of ice cream and thought to himself that he was quite embarrassed to make a request, and said "Oh" in a muffled voice.

I sent Lynch downstairs, but Meng Hui didn't go upstairs. I ran into the woman with perm hair upstairs several times. I looked at him with a defensive look every time. In order not to cause trouble for Lynch, Meng Hui followed Lynch downstairs.

Say goodbye, "Let's go, I'll come here tomorrow at noon."

"By bye." Lynch said dejectedly, thinking to himself when will this day end?

With all his plans, he is still ten years away from being hit by a car and killed. Ten years is too long.

"Want to be hit by a car?" said the system.

Lynch was startled, "Why are you coming back suddenly?"

The system did not answer his question, "You are currently in a negative task, do you know?"

Lynch couldn't refute, he was quite negative. Meng Hui's 100% blackening value did not even think about it. If he was like Du Chengying's "influence" with love, he wouldn't be able to do it. This would make him

I have the illusion that I am engaging in a special profession.

At most, it can be used to affect brotherly emotions, probably.

Lynch cheered up and defended himself a little, "Meng Hui is going to school again now, so it can be considered that he is changing in a good direction."

The system said coldly: "I reminded you when I went to the world to pay attention to the characters in the small world with all your heart. Meng Hui is an orphan. He is now in school, where to live and what to support himself, do you know what to do?"

Lynch was stunned by the system.

System: "When will you escape?"

The lights in the corridor were broken, flashing, Lynch was holding an old schoolbag, his fair face was half-clear and half-absolute, he stood firmly, and his soul seemed to have left his body and came to the far-far beach.

The salty sea breeze blew the man's long black hair and his wide robe. He looked back and smiled, but his deep eyes could only hold him alone.

"System, I want to know Du Chengying's current situation." Lynch murmured.

The system said directly: "It's not possible, you think he is dead."

Lynch hugged the schoolbag on his chest tightly, his breathing was a little rapid, and it took him a long time to calm down. "System... can I really never see Du Chengying again?"
To be continued...