Unspeakable

Chapter 1, I will always be here

God stared at the boy in front of him.

He was pale and frail, leaning on crutches, but his waist was straight, and his eyes were full of confidence, kindness, and happiness.

Yes, it can be described as happiness.

"Zhang Yang." He said.The voice is loud.

God sighed softly, he is still a wise man.Is that method already popular?I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

God found a large locker from the locker behind him, opened the door, and another young man stepped out, full of vitality, and, happiness.

The eyes of the two of them blended together, which moved God.

They are gone.

God suddenly felt like crying. Unspeakable.

a city.

The rising sun, as always, sprinkled on this cold and ruthless city, and sprinkled on the hospital flooded with disinfectant.Looking at the city from a high place, a feeling of sadness and melancholy emerges spontaneously.In this city that people have been familiar with for too many years, there are still many loves and hatreds that we don't understand. Unspeakable.

Two neighboring families gave birth to a baby boy on this fine morning.With loud and clear cries, their nicknames began to be used——Xiaochen, Yangyang.

Their blood relatives look at their children with hope, as if looking at their future through a magnifying glass.

However, no one knows that they will be together in the future.

The time goes back to a year ago.

It was still the same city, and it was still a sunny morning. Zhang Yang rushed out of the house, stepped on his bicycle, and rushed to the sports high school.

As usual, he went to the backyard of the building for a big circle, and saw the hairy head, which was gilded with a layer of gold under the sunlight.His heart was warm and warm, and he rode over and waved.

The head was raised slightly, a smile appeared on the clean and pale face, and the owner of the head - the boy in the wheelchair waved to Zhang Yang.A gust of wind blew by, and the boy's trouser legs and shirt dangled, as if there was nothing inside.As a result, the boy looked even more emaciated.

Zhang Yang felt slightly sour in his heart, feeling a little distressed.He pedaled hard, and the bike shot out.

The boy in the wheelchair is called Mu Chen, Zhang Yang's neighbor, elementary school classmate, and his childhood playmate.

Zhang Yang is used to going to the back building to see Mu Chen every morning. The thin figure frozen in the morning sun is his motivation for moving forward throughout the day.Zhang Yang often feels that that figure is far away from him, even though they are only a few meters apart, they seem to be far away in the world.

It's like a memory from many years ago, very warm and intoxicating.But when you reached out to grab it, it turned out to be nothing but illusion.

Maybe it never existed.

Mu Chen often gave Zhang Yang this feeling.

The time goes back to 11 years ago.

Zhang Yang still remembered that when he was six years old, he noticed this boy who was about his age.A six-year-old boy is just the age when he fears that the world will not be chaotic. At that time, Zhang Yang was the king of children in the community.

But Mu Chen was different. At that time, Zhang Yang didn't know his name, but he only knew that he would never join the rowdy fights.Maybe it's because of his bad legs, maybe it's because he simply doesn't want to join in their fun.

Mu Chen is always nestled in the wheelchair quietly, staring at a certain point in a daze, looking thoughtful.

His thin and small body looked so fragile, but his waist was straight, revealing his slender and fair neck.

There is a lame child in the back floor, and he doesn't like to play with children.It seemed to be a matter of course, Zhang Yang's playmates always liked to bully that boy.The kind-hearted Zhang Yang never did that kind of thing, but he still couldn't understand why they didn't bully Mu Chen?Mu Chen has been sitting in a wheelchair, isn't his "illness" more serious than lameness?

The young Zhang Yang still doesn't know what "aura" is, but he can secretly feel that Mu Chen's aura is quite strong.

Every time he met Mu Chen, he couldn't help but look at him from afar, but he didn't dare to strike up a conversation with him.

He always hoped, foolishly hoped, that Mu Chen could notice him, at least take a look at him, but Mu Chen's eyes seemed to stay on a certain point, staring blankly without focusing on the light.

So Zhang Yang could only pass by quietly every time, not even daring to breathe, as if he was afraid of disturbing Mu Chen's thoughts.

Who would bully a person who could create a sense of distance without saying a word.

Those children also looked at Mu Chen with complicated eyes, never approaching him.

Zhang Yang still remembered that some little girls called Mu Chen a "witch".

"He's not a witch, nor is a wizard, he just doesn't like to play." Zhang Yang also remembered saying this to the little girl.

"Then why can't he move all afternoon? Only wizards have this ability. Like a stone."

Zhang Yang naturally looked in that direction, really, that weird little boy had been in the same position all afternoon.Isn't he sore all over?

"He's going to be turned to stone," said the girl.

"People are practicing."

Just as he was in such a daze, the "strange little boy" actually looked towards Zhang Yang with a blank expression on his face.

Zhang Yang felt very embarrassed, so he smiled at him with bared teeth.

So the little boy also smiled, a toothless smile.

Zhang Yang had an unbelievable feeling that the boy suddenly became less distant in his heart.The warm sunset shone on him and on the wheelchair, Zhang Yang felt as if he had come into an old yellowed photo.

The setting sun slowly fell to the back of the slum-like old buildings, shining on the mosaics that were not blue or gray, or on the mottled old walls.My aunt shouted from the window:

"Yang Yang—go home for dinner—"

Zhang Yang jumped up all of a sudden, threw down a handful of sand in his hand, said to his playmates, "My aunt called me", and ran towards the door of the unit.Out of habit, Zhang Yang wiped his sandy little hands on his pants, only to find that the little boy was looking at him.He hasn't come home yet.

Although Zhang Yang was only six years old at the time, he still felt a bit ashamed about wiping his hands on his pants. The "weird little boy" always looked clean and pale, unlike the kid he was used to from a young age.

He walked slowly.

"Your name is Yang Yang."

Zhang Yang paused, turned around, and looked at the boy.

The child's voice, which was no different from his own, sounded immature, but his tone was extremely mature, which made people quiet down inexplicably.

"Well," Zhang Yang was very happy, "What's your name?"

"Mu Chen."

"Oh..." Zhang Yang said Mu Chen Mu Chen Mu Chen several times in his heart, and then said, "Come play with us in the future."

"No."

Why?Such questions hovered over Zhang Yang's head.Oh, yes, he must be afraid that he will be bullied like a lame child.

"I will protect you. They will listen to me and will not bully you."

Mu Chen turned his face and looked at Zhang Yang seriously for the first time.

Zhang Yang saw that Mu Chen's eyes were very clear, and they seemed to be full of water, like a pool of clear springs, but they always gave people an indescribable sadness.

But Mu Chen unexpectedly laughed, smiled lightly, and coughed a few times at the end of the laugh.Zhang Yang felt that it was very difficult for him to laugh.Does Mu Chen have other illnesses?He didn't even look like he was smiling, he looked weak.

Zhang Yang stared dumbfounded, and his aunt shouted from the window again: "Yang Yang——"

"Your mother called you."

"That's not my mother, she's my aunt," Zhang Yang raised his head and shouted, "Hey——"

"Goodbye." Mu Chen returned to his previous dazed look.

"... Oh," Zhang Yang hesitated, and walked into the old door, "Goodbye."

There have always been a lot of gossip about the Mu family, and Zhang Yang knew this when he was young.

There are countless dilapidated and old houses hiding countless energetic aunts who hide their murderous intentions. They spray spitting stars to one after another all day long.

Mu Chen's father, Mu Shaonong, is a tall, alcoholic man, without a wife, slovenly, seems to be a bit muttering, which makes children very scared.The children in front of and behind the building would avoid him far away, and would call him "crazy" behind his back.

Mu Shaonong is a poet, but a poor poet. According to the aunts in front of and behind the building, his poems are weird, and most people can't understand them.

I don't know what he used to support their father and son.

When the aunts said this, they always snorted with disdain, which made Zhang Yang very disgusted.

Although Zhang Yang despises the aunt who whispers about others behind his back, but out of curiosity about Mu Chen, he can't restrain his curiosity to listen, and then connect those fragmented rumors together.

—— Xiaochen's leg, maybe what happened, he didn't look like he was in a car accident, maybe it was...

—Maybe he was beaten by his father!Old Mu is always nervous, the children are scared, Xiaochen is so pitiful!

——It's a pity, a white and clean child.

——Hey, hey, I said, Xiao Chen may not be Lao Mu's child.You see, Lao Mu doesn't even have a wife, and the rumor is that he ran away with someone else, maybe it's true, tsk tsk...

——Old Mu didn't treat his son like a son!Guaranteed he picked it up!

——In my opinion, Xiaochen and his father are not close at all!I've never seen a father and son like that.

Zhang Yang was very disgusted, but he also felt that Mu Chen was not like his father.Mu Shaonong's face is so ugly, his face is so ugly, as if someone owed him money, how could he give birth to a son like Mu Chen?

Although Mu Chen is not a handsome man, but at least he is very delicate, very pleasing to the eye, white and clean, with that temperament, that posture, like someone's young master.

The father and son are somewhat alike, but they are very mysterious.

However, it seems that it is not the same.

At that time, Zhang Yang didn't understand.

Mu Chen seemed to dislike this father very much. In Zhang Yang's impression, Mu Chen never called "Dad". This is a role that has been missing in his life.He has always been called "Mu Shaonong", "Mu Shaonong".

Later, Zhang Yang talked to Mu Chen more and more, so he felt very embarrassed.Occasionally, when Mu Chen's father was mentioned, he always dismissed him and called him by his first name, so that Zhang Yang didn't know whether to call him "your father" or "Mu Shaonong".

Your father... no no, Mu...

Call Mu Shaonong, it's nothing.

Mu Chen would talk about his grandpa, and only when he talked about his grandpa would his clear eyes light up and he would talk a little more.

My grandfather is very knowledgeable and likes me very much. When I was a child, I was not here. I lived in a big yard. I often watched my grandfather plant flowers. He would tell me what kind of flower it is, what kind of flower it is...

Mu Chen said he was tired, raised his hand, watched the setting sun fall from between his thin and slender fingers, and sighed softly, those are all gone...

There will be a soreness in Zhang Yang's heart, a kind of sadness that doesn't match his age-they are only six years old.Mu Chen speaks very softly and slowly, and can always drive other people's emotions to fluctuate with him.

Zhang Yang looked at Mu Chen's hand, it didn't look like a six-year-old's hand at all, with well-defined joints, slender fingers, and bone protrusions could be seen at the joints.He was very thin indeed.

People will have a kind of compassion for no reason.Zhang Yang stared at those hands, those hands that sifted out the sunlight, and wanted to squeeze them.

Especially want to protect him.

Even though no one knows him.

Did you live here when you were a kid?Zhang Yang tilted his head and asked him.

Ok.

so where do you live

Far, far away from here, Mu Chen whispered, and added at the end, in Xinjiang, Yili area, Yining.

This is a very vague answer.Zhang Yang breaks off a branch, will you go back?

Mu Chen looked at the worry in his eyes and smiled, I will always be here.

Me too, Zhang Yang said in his heart, but what is "forever"?

Zhang Yang thought about it, and then added, but I heard from my aunt that this old house will be demolished soon.

Really, Mu Chen couldn't stop laughing, but in the end he could only cough with difficulty.

"I will always be here."

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