"It's so late, it's time to go back." The eldest lady glanced at the pocket watch on her wrist, which was a little old, but it was very bright, "You see, this watch was bought for me by the old man of my family when he chased me, and I still keep it carefully." ”

"So, young man, there's something I have to tell you, you just said that you never took your girlfriend to the playground, right, then I have to criticize you, a girl, how can you not like to go to the playground to play? So the next time I have the chance, bring her to play, she should be very happy. The eldest lady smiled and nodded at Wu Yu, it was already more than five o'clock in the evening, and the sky began to gradually darken, the eldest lady pushed the cart and walked away slowly. Wu Yu looked at the slightly hunchbacked aunt from behind, and couldn't help but grin lightly.

That's right, he really never took Yuan Rong to the playground, Yuan Rong knew what happened when he was a child, so every time he went to the playground, the little girl looked at it from a distance sensibly, and there may be some yearning in his eyes, but he never said that yearning. A very understanding girl, he understands what the people around him need and dislike, even if she yearns for it very much, but that yearning is always well buried, and she doesn't say anything about it.

The figure of the eldest lady is no longer visible, and the sky begins to slowly darken, little by little, like ink dripping into the clear water, slowly spreading little by little, the faint black, little by little in the sky.

Wu Yu's potato chips haven't been eaten yet, so after the aunt left, he still sat here and continued to eat, and he didn't seem to be full, eating a piece every two or three minutes, and most of the two boxes of potato chips he bought were left in the whole afternoon. He didn't want to go to Shi Mingsong and the others, because he had already seen the three people get off the roller coaster, and they looked at him with a red face for a while before turning around and leaving.

So Wu Yu just sent a text message, telling them that there was no need to worry, he was still waiting for them in the same place, and he would come to him when he had had enough.

After sending the message, Wu Yu threw his mobile phone aside, he should have been like this at the beginning, sitting every day from noon or even morning until now, and he didn't think about eating, he went home hungry every day, eating steamed buns that he had steamed in the morning, but at this time it had already become cold, and he barely filled his stomach with salty pickles.

So he doesn't taste any haute cuisine, he sits on the side of the road and eats unclean skewers, because that's already a luxury for him. As for the beautiful things in the hotel, which were served on delicate plates, he had always been dismissive.

I can't afford to eat it anyway, so why covet those useless things? Since he was a child, he has this temper, he will never stand at the door of those high-tech restaurants, like those children who also live in the basement, lying at the window door, looking at the beautiful waitresses in the restaurant, holding delicate plates to those rich people, and those scum in suits and leather shoes, with Sven's eyes, with a high face, neatly combed hair, picking up a knife and fork to eat the half-cooked steak in front of him.

And the eyes were staring at the chest of the beautiful waitress who served him food next to him, and the group of black garbage-like things were filled with human-like skins.

Wu Yu thought about it every time, he looked at the people in the window, and all he felt was nausea, so disgusting that he ate pickles for a month.

Wu Yu's mind was a mess, he didn't know what he was thinking, thinking about those things when he was a child? Or the ones who seem to disgust him? Or Yuan Rong and his friends...

He didn't know, anyway, sitting here alone was boring, he liked to think blindly, messy things stirring in his head, like a hodgepodge, a lot of things, a lot of exquisite dishes, but the immoral chef threw them back into the pot and stewed them indiscriminately.

"Hey, what do you want to be so engrossed?" Suddenly, a pair of wide palms slapped on his shoulders, Wu Yu's body couldn't help but be slightly startled, he subconsciously turned his head, Shi Mingsong looked at him with a concerned face, "Is there something wrong with you?" If you have something, just say it, and I'll help you figure it out. ”

"It's fine." Wu Yu shook his head with a smile, "I just remembered some things when I was a child, and I feel quite interesting." ”

Wu Yu's eyes were a little lost, but this loss was a little skilled, and the proficiency made people feel a little distressed, what did he want to see? Perhaps few people can guess that this young man has never longed for more things from him, he only hopes that one day, when he is sitting here, a person will suddenly appear behind him, and tell him with a scruffy beard, "Go home for dinner, your mother will not play mahjong today, and will cook a meal for you." ”

Perhaps, this was enough, but his wish was never fulfilled from the moment he became sensible.

Shi Mingsong looked at him and couldn't help frowning slightly, he could see that Wu Yu was a little wrong, but since Wu Yu had already said that it was okay, then he didn't continue to say anything, "Okay, as long as you have no problem yourself, I won't ask more, it's past six o'clock now, let's find a place to eat first." ”

"Hmm." Wu Yu nodded, stood up from his chair and looked around, "What about them?" ”

"I went to buy water, I didn't even bother to drink water this afternoon, and my lips were thirsty when I was done, so I let them go by themselves, and they would wait for us in the car later."

"Then let's go, don't let them wait in a hurry, or else they'll start muttering again." Wu Yu stretched his waist, put his mobile phone in his pocket, carried the seven deadly sins in his hand, and the two of them didn't speak, and walked slowly towards the door.

"Old Wu."

"Huh? What's wrong? Wu Yu heard Shi Mingsong's words and asked softly.

"Some things, since they have passed, then don't be too entangled, and it is you who is uncomfortable in the end." Shi Mingsong took a deep breath, "Actually, what you said is good, I am indeed different from Luan Ying and others, I also found this problem, but I don't know why, I think like that in my heart, I don't want to treat her like everyone else, the same." ”

"Interesting, isn't it? You are clearly here to persuade me, but after saying two words, the person who is most entangled is indeed yourself. Wu Yu turned his head and glanced at Shi Mingsong, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.