The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

Yu Zhile limped to the door of her house, tremblingly took out the key, right several times did not match the keyhole, then only a few gods from panic, realized that the rust on the anti-theft door seems to be less Many, it even seemed to have a brand new luster. She froze for a few seconds, straightened up from bending down to open the door, and slowly and stiffly raised her head to look around.

Although it is still the corridor in and out these two days, it is subtly different.

For example, the wall is not so dirty, the windows are not so gray, and there are not so many debris in the corridor.

In short, everything looks new and glows with a different kind of vitality.

Yu Zhile was in a daze for a while, and suddenly there was a lot of movement inside the door. A boy about ten years old violently opened the door and rushed out with a dirty football male vigorously, without even blowing his eyes. Suddenly, Yu Zhile standing at the door rushed downstairs, leaving Yu Zhile, who had a complete brain crash, and the young woman behind the boy stunned dumbfounded.

"Remember to come back to eat later..." The young woman's shouting to the boy was full of momentum when she saw Yu Zhile. She embarrassedly put her broken hair behind her ear and squeezed out a smile. "Hello, you are a teacher at Xiaoliang School "Xiaoliang hasn't been in trouble at school recently?"

Yu Zhile looked down at the dress she was wearing for job search, realized that the other party was misunderstanding, and quickly shook her head to explain: "No, I am not a teacher."

As soon as the young woman heard this, her state relaxed a lot, and her smile became natural. "I'm sorry, I thought Xiaoliang's teacher came to visit and made you laugh."

While the young woman was talking, Yu Zhile looked into the house several times and found that although the layout inside was the same as the house she rented, she couldn't see anything that belonged to her. It was all a trace of the life of a family of three.

Looking away again, I saw the wall calendar hanging on the wall, with four huge numbers printed on it—2005.

Yu Zhile's brain buzzed, and she could not hear what the young woman was saying. She grabbed the young woman's forearm and asked anxiously, "How many years this year?"

The young woman was stunned by this awkward question, but answered honestly, "2005."

Yu Zhile had embraced her and went through the wrong doorway, and the family's hope of hanging a calendar ten years ago was shattered. The young woman seemed to ask a few questions when she saw her loss, but Yu Zhile's head was dizzy.

Walking to the bottom of the building and pushing away the iron gate that was not as serious as ten years later, the sunset at the end of June had not gone down completely, but Yu Zhile was black for a while.

How could this happen?

She had finally finished college and hadn't had time to start a new life. Why did she return to ten years ago?

Slumped on the bench in the community, Yu Zhile wanted to cry without tears, and looked at the pedestrians coming and going indifferently, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of her. Everything is cut apart.

Her current situation is more than the embarrassment of the previous two days, at least in 2015 she has an identity and education, and her hometown is the last haven, but now, her ID card says she was born In 1993, this year was only twelve years old.

Twelve years old! This proper child labor, who dares to use her?

What's more, no one would believe that she was twelve years old. The point of the problem is that she has become a black household, without a valid academic qualifications, but with relatives who can't recognize it, otherwise where should she really be 12 years old?

Thinking about it again, Yu Zhile felt that this issue involved philosophical issues such as the origin of the universe and the nature of time. Her brain capacity was not enough, and she thought that she could not lift her head.

"Xiao Yezhong, who allowed you to play football with us?" A male duck with a throaty and funny voice unique to the voice-changing period attracted Yu Zhile's attention. Her eyes followed the sound and saw her not far away. A group of boys from 11 to 12 to 13 to 14 years old gathered in the open space of the event venue, including Xiaoliang who lived in a house rented by Yu Zhile ten years later in 2005.

The boy who made the noise is probably the head of this group of young boys. The master in a group of small beans is tall, but the boy generally develops late. At this age, he has become a man and changed his voice. The follow-up may be Limited to this height of about one meter seven.

Yu Zhile was originally not interested in the pinch between the children, but the boy was scolded too badly. As an adult, he couldn't help feeling sad for the flowers of the motherland being poisoned by the dirty world prematurely.

Well, she actually just wanted to watch the excitement.

The boy called "Ono Seed" is surrounded in the middle. Compared to the premature boy "Boss", he is still a child. The slender figure is weaker under the contrast of the "Boss" and the waist and waist. He was crumbling under his push.

"Boss" bite a "ono", and also attacked his mother's dirty, he must have, so that everyone should not play with him, be careful not to be infected by him.

The more Yu Zhile listened, the less ridiculous it was. It was really the thought to intervene to stop it. He was about to get up, but was kept hanging his head, and the cold light from the eyes of the "boss" letting the dirty and speechless boy shake his head. .

He has very beautiful eyes, but at this time the coldness and fierceness in these eyes are transmitted through the soft hair of his forehead accurately, and the next second he pounces on the "boss".

After listening to a pig-like howl, there were three more blood marks on the "Boss" face, but the boy didn't plan to stop there, suppressing his opponent and punching several punches, but was quickly dragged away by other boys.

The "boss" who had returned to God was angry and furious. He punched the boy who fell to the ground, and greeted others to do it together.

Yu Zhile was anxious, rubbing up, and shouting, "Which class do you belong to?"

The fourth middle school is the closest middle school to this community. Yu Zhile speculates that these boys should be the students there, and she seems to be quite capable of bluffing, so they mistakenly think that she is a teacher of the fourth middle school.

The roar stunned the group of half-old children, stopped the movements of their hands, and said to each other at a low volume that they thought they had never seen this teacher. Yu Zhile hit the iron while it was hot and continued: "Don’t run, tell me you Which class is it, let your parents tomorrow..."

Saying "Don't run" implies that they are running fast, and as the words haven't been finished, these seven or eight children will go away, go back to their homes and find their moms, leaving only the besieged boy in place .

Yu Zhile squatted forward, trying to lift the boy, but was pushed away mercilessly. The boy propped himself upright, wiped a forehead of blood, and dyed Bai Shengsheng's face black and red.

He didn't care, and he limped and walked back, covering the painful position of his abdomen after being kicked.

Yu Zhile felt the cold wind blowing in the early summer evening. Didn't the boys in this community see her? This is the case with Xiaoliang, and so is this person. Is her sense of presence running away from home?

"I think you are badly injured, do you need to go to the hospital for a check?" Yu Zhile decided to carry forward the noble style of caring for the motherland's flowers and deny herself. Quite a lot.

It’s not because the little boy looks good.

The boy looked at her indifferently, without saying good or bad. For a while, Yu Zhile unconsciously looked away and looked around, before saying, "You are not a teacher of the fourth middle school."

Yu Zhile, who was dismantled in person, was embarrassed.

Why did she feel embarrassed to save the child?

Rarely enthusiastic, Yu Zhileton was bored and withdrew his hand in sorrow, but when he saw the boy almost staggering and fell to the side of the road, his hand was faster than his brain and he helped him.

This time it was not pushed away, probably because the boy was really in pain.

He was helped by Yu Zhile and walked to his doorway. He frowned and tried to pull the key from his pocket to open the iron door. However, he couldn't move because of a sprained right hand. There was a soft cry from overflowing between the teeth.

Yu Zhile looked up at the building, which was a coincidence. She also had the key to the door. So Yu Zhile let go of the boy's hand, and the boy turned his face invisible, seeming to be confused about her intentions.

Yu Zhile took out the key that the landlord gave her in 2015, opened the iron door, and gently supported the boy. He secretly looked at his small body and asked, "How many floors do you live in? Can you still use the stairs? Would you like?" I carry you?"

The boy didn't answer, and walked straight to the stairs, not waiting for Yu Zhile, as if she was stubborn because she was looked down upon.

Yu Zhile was taken aback for a while, and quickly caught up, daring not to say anything, afraid to accidentally touch the sensitive nerves of a teenager who had just entered adolescence, and only followed him close to the boy, only to see if he could not support it. handle.

The two climbed slowly to the fourth floor. The boy stood at the door of Room 401 and took out the key to open the door. Yu Zhile stopped at the door with a daze. The 301 she rented was downstairs, but she now lives in the Xiaoliang family. It seems that there are many children in this community now. How can it become so deserted and ruined after ten years?

The boy didn't take the door with him when he entered the house. When he approached the living room, he realized that Yu Zhile wasn't keeping up. He turned around and looked at her silently, with some light flashing in his eyes.

Yu Zhile looked around, convinced that he was looking at himself, and said with uncertainty: "Can I come in?"

The boy quickly lowered his eyes and turned, "Help me get the medicine."