Mecha Journey

Yang Mu's yelling voice finally stopped Victor, who had already walked to the living room, and made Duolun's gloomy mood gradually turn into sadness.

"Boss, it doesn't matter. Anyway...I can't get into...any good school."

Duolun, who was standing in the living room, looked at Yang Mu's excited expression, and his expression became a little trembling, but he still held on, showing a crying smile, trying not to let tears flow out of his eyes.

He looked at Jia Hao, who was looking at him with complicated eyes, and Yang Mu, who was standing at the top of the stairs holding back his grief and anger.

Duolun recalled every detail of the past three years...

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In the first year of high school, it should be a time when the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed very early, and the peonies in the campus flower beds had not yet withered, and the air of the entire campus was filled with a mixed sweet smell.

Very sweet, from the tip of your nose to the tip of your heart

This is the time when old students leave and freshmen report, and it is also a time when the campus is rejuvenated.

Duolun can still remember clearly, in order to make a good impression on the students who will study together in the next three years on that brand new day.

That day, for the first time, I asked my father to choose a set of mature clothes for me, and then asked my mother to dress me carefully and prepare many gifts for the new classmates I was about to meet.

I even made a bet with my little sister on how many people would become my friends today.

That day, I stepped into the campus in high spirits, walked into the class with joy, looked at the pairs of eyes looking at me, and there were screams of exclamation. At that moment, the world was really wonderful to the extreme.

That day, I introduced myself politely and handed out gifts to every student in the class. At that time, Duolun remembered that the female classmates had bright eyes...

At that time, I thought that I had really found something called friendship here, in this high school class.

Every day after that, there will always be classmates around me to talk to, and I will share my experiences with them and talk about things they don't know. At that time, they will always show envious expressions.

All this makes Duolun's life very fulfilling every day.

But in fact, I am just a little bug wrapped in a bubble. I was surrounded at the beginning, and the surrounding bubble walls were colorful. I was the most eye-catching person among them. But when the bubble took me up, those The color gradually disappears and eventually the bubble walls burst.

Then he fell from the warm sky into the cold valley.

That time, I relied on my so-called loyalty to help others replace their mistakes. It seemed that the moment I admitted it, everyone stopped looking at me. The girls began to whisper and deliberately stayed away, while the boys ridiculed and ignored me. disdain.

That was the first time I heard someone call me a rich fool.

However, I don't care, whether I get along with good students or bad students, as long as someone is willing to be my friend.

So I am willing to become a bad student, because there are still friends here and there are people who are willing to play with me.

Dad said that it takes time to become part of a group. When time is enough, you will become an inseparable part of it.

But no, they are still using themselves, using themselves as a rich fool.

It was a weekend, the weather was nice, and I, who was bored at home, received their first invitation to go out and play together.

I was surprised and overjoyed, thinking that I had finally become an indispensable part of that group, that I would no longer be ostracized, that I had finally become someone else’s friend, and that I finally had friends.

But I thought wrong and was too naive.

I am still the rich fool in their eyes...

That day, they asked me to recharge their game cards, and I willingly spent all the money I had on me to help them recharge their game cards, but I did not have the right to play games with them.

There is no right to stay with them.

They were abandoned, and their faces were changed. They pushed them out of the game arcade and abandoned them outside the door of the game arcade.

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That day, I squatted outside the door of the game hall, enduring my grievances and wanting to go back alone. However, I realized that I didn't bring my watch with me when I went out in a hurry, I didn't have a penny on me, and I didn't know where I was.

That day, I stood in the alley next to the game arcade, feeling aggrieved and angry at the cold wall, roaring angrily, but I was in the alley again, crying and helpless.

I just want to have a few close friends and play with people of my own age.

Because of all this, I have never had it since I was a child.

Over the years, I have traveled with my family, moving from one planet to another, from one place to another, and no one has ever been my friend.

I just want to talk to people other than my family, and talk about things that someone would care about.

But why doesn't everyone like me?

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Until the sun set, Yang Mu and Jia Hao passed by there.

They found themselves huddled in the alley, asked them with concern what was wrong, and reassured themselves that they were fine. They promised to send them back, and even took them to their home for a roast duck meal.

It was the most delicious dinner I had ever had in Toronto. It was better than the dinners I had with my family at various high-end restaurants.

After dinner, Yang Mu and Jia Hao sent themselves on the bus home.

When getting on the bus, I asked Yang Mu a question.

Why help me?

At that time, Yang Mu just smiled and said.

"Because we are classmates and we help each other."

That day, in the lonely sea where the storm was rising, Duolun, who had been drifting for a long time and was about to collapse, seemed to see the lighthouse in his heart. The light was weak, but it hit the heart directly.

On the way back, Duolun cried again.

Only this time, it was tears of joy.

Since then, Duolun has two good friends, their names are Yang Mu and Jia Hao. After class every day, he finally has someone to play with. On the way home every day, he can finally say "" out loud to his friends. See you tomorrow."

Every weekend, I can finally tell my parents happily that my classmates asked me to go out to play.

However, now, he has to leave, leave Planet Aquamarine, leave the New Star Territory, maybe go a few light years away, and maybe never come back.

Perhaps, there will never be another chance to meet Yang Mu Jiahao and the others.

The more he thought about it, the more Duolun couldn't stop crying, and the expression on his face gradually became uncontrollable...

"dad……"

Duolun's voice was hoarse, with a hint of begging...

Victor seemed to be shaken when he heard his son's voice, but he just put down his luggage dejectedly, sat heavily on the sofa, lowered his head and took out the cigarette with his hand, lit it, and took two deep puffs, feeling extremely helpless. said.

"I don't want to be like this, but...things in the world are unpredictable, unpredictable..."