In the end, children only know how to put on a brave front. After Ai Mi talked to me for a while, she gradually couldn't keep her eyes open.
Although the bedding on the bed was changed, the pillows were not changed. There were still two identical buckwheat pillows. The one in the middle of the bed was used as a pillow.
Some psychoanalysts say that people who sleep with a pillow lack a sense of security. I personally think this statement is somewhat reasonable, but I can't change this habit no matter what. It's really embarrassing.
When I was about to take the pillow away, Ai Mi weakly turned over and used her arms and thighs to clamp my pillow.
"I don't want to play the violin anymore …"
She spoke in her sleep with her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She hugged the pillow even tighter, as if it was Winnie the Pooh that she usually used to help her sleep.
The pitter-patter of rain outside the window did not make people anxious, but instead had a calming effect.
Ai Mi's eyebrows gradually relaxed. She tightly pressed the pillow against her stomach, pressed her chin against the upper part of the pillow, and pressed her knees against the lower part of the pillow. She slept like a kitten.
Breathing in and out, the air in the room seemed to soften because of her. She wondered how Bruce Lee and Stallone, the two tough guys on the poster who protected the little girl to sleep like door gods, would feel at this moment.
I gently covered Ai Mi with a towel, then turned off the ceiling lamp and walked out without making any footsteps.
Good night, little one.
I silently said in my heart. Ai Mi's sleeping appearance reminded me of the pets I had when I was a child. She was so beautiful and flawless when she was asleep, so innocent, and at the same time so exhausted.
Does not like money necessarily mean he likes your body?
Do you completely refuse to believe in a third possibility? "Anyone who approaches you has all kinds of ulterior motives", how did you spend your childhood? I was able to make some friends on the basketball team if I had a father who was an AV critic.
I always felt that a third possibility still exists. There will always be people who don't care about your wealth, don't care about your appearance, and don't even care about your name. They care about you, love you, and only want to see you happy, not sad.
Of course, what I've mentioned above usually happens between an owner and a pet, or between brothers who are on good terms with each other, or between family members whose blood is thicker than water.
As for the attraction between a man and a woman to the other's body, and now to the addition of a great deal of money, I have serious doubts as to its authenticity.
I wasn't used to lying on the double bed in the big room. I couldn't help but think about the serious topic of life.
My life probably started on this bed. According to what my dad said when he was drunk, my mom got pregnant on this bed. At that time, I was still a fertilized egg.
Now that I've grown tall and strong, lying here once again, I feel as if I'm experiencing the cycle of fate and time.
My life began on this bed, and where will it end?
The rain outside the window became heavier.
I didn't draw the curtains. My eyes were wide open as I stared straight at the line of rain falling from the sky.
This heavy rain reminded me of when I fought with the previous boss of 28 Middle during my first year of junior high.
It was also raining. I held a black umbrella and stood outside the walls of the school. I stared blankly at a kitten hiding under the eaves on the wall.
Because it was raining, everyone was in a hurry to go home, so they walked very quickly. A short male student holding a yellow translucent umbrella couldn't see the road clearly because the rain had wet his glasses, so he accidentally bumped into my back. As a result, he fell and dropped his umbrella.
He cried out when he fell and scared away the kitten on the wall. Only then did I come back to my senses and reached out to help this featherweight classmate up.
I didn't expect him to wipe his glasses and see my face clearly. He immediately shouted in fear: "Don't, don't hit me! I didn't do it on purpose! "
That's right, my gaze was already very fierce in first year. Also, because I was very tall, I didn't look like I was in the same grade as him.
At this time, a third year student also holding a black umbrella appeared. He wasn't too tall, but he had a broad chest, strong limbs, and dark skin as if he was born in Hawaii. His eyes were a bit protruding, but they were full of spirit.
Later on, I found out that he was the recognized boss of 28 Middle. What he liked to do the most was to maintain the school's order and punish evil.
That was pretty stupid. I've seen school bosses before. It's good enough that they don't bully people and don't collect protection fees. He actually thought he was the school police and had a duty to maintain the order. I suspect that he grew up watching Ultraman Tiga, that's why he was determined to be a messenger of justice and stick his nose into any injustice.
He saw the difference in size between me and the boy on the ground, and the boy begging me, so he thought I was bullying a junior.
Thus he shouted: "Don't bully juniors!" and started arguing with me.
There were two things I hated the most. The first was being bullied, and the second was being wrongly accused.
Now that you wrongly accused me of bullying someone, it's the same as breaking both of my prohibitions.
Since we didn't agree with each other, we started to fight after exchanging a few words. We didn't even need our umbrellas anymore. In the pouring rain, the two of us fought back and forth. Every punch and kick created arcs of water.
He had a sturdy body and had more experience than me. I was someone who had just started working hard, so of course I wasn't his opponent.
But I didn't admit defeat. I've been bullied by the Little Tyrant for long enough. Other than the Little Tyrant, I can't stand being bullied by anyone else!
Thus I was unusually strong in that fight. I crawled up from the muddy ground while clutching my abdomen. In order to protect my dignity, I was actually prepared to die in that seemingly meaningless fight. My fist finally brushed past his forehead and caused him to see a bit of blood. Then, I fell to the ground and started panting.
At this time, the scared skinny boy finally told him the truth. He found it strange after hearing it, so he asked me, who was lying on the ground, why didn't I explain it properly and why did I fight him with my life on the line.
I didn't say anything, I only stared blankly at the two black umbrellas that had already rolled together in the wind and rain.
I don't know why, but he treated me as the next boss of 28 Middle and started to nurture me.
Since there weren't any benefits from following him, he didn't have many underlings. Even if you added me, he only had three.
I didn't really respect him, I didn't even remember his full name. I only knew that his name had the word "Gang" in it, so everyone called him "Bro Gang".
A lot of people used this title as a joke, both friendly and hostile. For example, there was once a group of hoodlums who said in front of Bro Gang:
"Huh? Did you just cut it off? Why are you still here after cutting it off! Go back and practice the "Sunflower Treasured Bible"! "
Thus both sides roared with laughter. Then, Bro Gang laughed while bringing his left and right protectors to beat up the other party.
I often appeared next to him, but I didn't make a move. Bro Gang always said that I was young and brought me along to see the world, to see what kind of sinister tricks the other party would use, so that I wouldn't be tricked by them in the future.
But the other party always counted me as one of Bro Gang's underlings. In their eyes, I was a part of the group fight at the construction site, and I was a part of the negotiation at the Double Happiness Restaurant … Because I never made a move, they thought I was the weakest among Bro Gang's underlings, so they ambushed me when I was alone.
Now that I think about it, those people turned into experience points for me to level up.
The next day when I went to school with a swollen face, Bro Gang asked me what happened. I calmly said that three people surrounded me, two of them were knocked down by me, and the last one escaped.
Thus, Bro Gang immediately organized people to get revenge for me. It was like falling into a vicious cycle, over and over again, and finally, my notoriety spread like wildfire.
Most of the rumors about me gathering people to fight and even joining the underworld were spread at that time. I didn't have a single friend in class, but I didn't care. As long as no one dared to bully me, it was fine.
Until Bro Gang and his left and right protectors graduated together, our relationship didn't get too close. One of the reasons was because he always called me "Xiao Ye Zi". The other reason was even more ridiculous, when Bro Gang treated us to barbecue, he and the left and right protectors drank beer, but only let me drink coke.
"Why can't I drink beer?" I stubbornly grabbed the bottle in front of Bro Gang.
Bro Gang used one hand to hold the bottle and didn't let me take it away, then he said to me like he was talking to a younger brother:
"It's easy to make mistakes and it's not good for your body. You're different from us, you're smarter than us, so maybe you'll have a bright future."
At the time, I didn't really agree with Bro Gang's words, I just thought they were discriminating against me because I was young.
Later, they graduated. I don't know why my heart was empty, but the box of cold weapons that Bro Gang gave me was filled to the brim.
I haven't seen them since. I heard they got into an unorthodox high school, and they still drank and fought every day, doing things that didn't bring them any benefits.
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, followed by an earth-shattering explosion of thunder.
The rumbling thunder lasted for a long time, and more frequent raindrops were carried by the northwest wind, ruthlessly hitting the window glass.
What a violent rainy night! My heart was like a galloping wild horse, rushing straight towards the sky filled with lightning. I really want to see what the scenery is like above the clouds. Will I never be lonely again once I reach there?
"Creak", I heard the door of the large house open.
Puzzled, I turned around and saw Ai Mi standing at the door with tears in her eyes. She was barefooted and the towel in her arms had already been dragged to the ground.
"It, it's thunder outside!" Her lips trembled violently, "It, it's so loud, will there be a tornado!?"
"There won't be a tornado! That's a rarity only America has! Don't you know men and women shouldn't touch each other? Hurry up and go back to your room! "
I warned in a stern voice.
Not only did Ai Mi not listen to me, but she also walked towards me step by step.
"Don't, don't chase me back!" Her blue pupils flashed with true fear, "Let me sleep next to you! You just have to stay with me, really, you don't have to do anything! I … I'm a bit scared of thunder … "
Ai Mi's feet could barely support her small weight. Before I could refuse, she carefully climbed onto the double bed with an expression as if she was granted amnesty.
Even if I didn't directly touch her, I could feel Ai Mi's heartfelt trembling under the mattress.
It seems like she's really scared of thunder! Unlike Xiao Qin, who wanted to attack me at night, did Ai Mi really come to ask for help?
I went to look at her face and found that she tightly closed her eyes. She wanted to bite the towel with her teeth and her body was curled up like a cooked shrimp.
My heart softened and I didn't chase her away. I even gave her one of the two pillows on the bed. Now, the pillow that he had painstakingly found was gone again.
If she was obedient, it wouldn't matter if I let her sleep next to me, I'll just treat it like a kitten or puppy sleeping next to me.
The sound of the rain became more intense, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled incessantly, even I couldn't sleep.
No, the main reason was because the pillow was gone. Without a pillow, it would take me an extra hour or two to fall asleep.
Although it's not impossible to go to the neighboring room to get another pillow, wouldn't it be embarrassing if Ai Mi found out that I can't live without a pillow?
While I was thinking and hesitating, I suddenly felt a soft and smooth little hand touch my back.
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