A glass bottle is quietly placed on the table, with a translucent texture, bathed in the moonlight, and the color is cold and beautiful.

It's incompatible with this cool-toned room.

The glass bottle contains the stars, and a white jam paper is pasted on the outside of the bottle, with only two words written on it, which is elegant and sharp.

--apologize.

It goes without saying who was placed here.

Chu Xu's throat rolled, and he stared at the glass bottle, as if he was staring at some monster, but he didn't move for a long time.

Until I reached out to pick up the glass bottle, my fingertips were slightly tight.

There was no light on in the room, only the moonlight crushed and fell on the ground, which flickered and dark, as cool as water, faintly outlined the outline of the boy, and the translucent glass bottle in his hand, and the stars in the sky were like a galaxy glowing.

It was a little hot for a moment.

He looked down at him, his eyes dark and unclear. Seeing that there seemed to be words on the stars, he hesitated for a moment, unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a blue star into the palm of his hand, and then took it apart.

A line of short and neat words were written on the light blue origami.

Peace and joy.

The simple four words came into your eyes, with a timeless and cold pen tip. You can vaguely see the man's appearance in his prime through the words. His low and cold voice seemed to be close to you, wrapping around your ears.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he felt unbelievable shock. When he thought of a possibility, he suddenly tightened the glass bottle in his hand, poured a handful of stars into the palm of his hand, and turned into a little light in the darkness, gathering together like a dark galaxy.

Chu Xu didn't know what kind of mood he was in dismantling the neat and beautiful stars, but he was impatient and urgent when he dismantled, and was eager to get some confirmation.

Each star is on the strip after being disassembled.

All wrote different words.

The pen tip comes from which person.

Cold and sharp.

——All things are successful.

——Fast and worry-free.

——Duiyue

——Chang'anqing

——No worries in the year

Every word burns into the eyes, as if it has left a brand mark.

Chu Xu didn't know what he was crazy about, so he spent a whole night counting how many of them were one by one. He was impatient and took them off again and again, looking at the words on it, and then folded them back.

Confused, stunned, unbelievable, and brought a little slight slight thrill of indescribableness.

The green and impatient rushes into the heart, and the strength of each heartbeat is beating "bang, bang, bang--".

It's late at night and everyone is quiet, and everything is silent.

No one knows the chaos in the young people's hearts.

There are 1,000 stars in total, each one is folded by the man himself, and every sentence is written by the man himself.

Chu Xu didn't know how long it would take to do these things, he only knew that Jingbai only had two days.

A thousand pieces, a thousand words, how much energy is needed to be exhausted, and it will be filled with sleeplessness within two days.

Jingbai said this was an apology.

Jingwei threw away his book, so Jingbai also gave him a bottle of wishing star.

Books are books from many years ago, and they are also one of the few things left by the woman who is not good at life. He always feels that he needs to leave something to stay until today. He has been careful and kept for so long. That day, he will really go crazy when he learned that he was thrown away.

Later, I searched through the trash can and asked the passers-by around me but couldn't find them back.

Maybe it's really impossible to keep it.

But Chu Xu never thought about it.

Some people will give them a thousand stars because of several old and useless books.

The wishing star left silently, and the man said nothing when he left.

From the long night to the sudden light of the sky.

Chu Xu sat in front of the table all night, his body was a little stiff, the sunlight appeared a little dazzling, and his vision was blurred. This gave people the illusion that even tears were about to flow out. Perhaps because of staying up late, his eyes were sour and red bloodshot.

He blinked, and for a moment he felt like he was about to cry. He subconsciously reached out to block the light. As he thought about it, he laughed, inexplicably feeling a little funny and mocking.

Jingbai used the trick of Zhe Xingxing to coax girls.

Oh.

This kind of apology,

Who cares about it?

Chu Xu put his forehead with one hand, thinking lightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his silence was on the sea without any sensation.

at last,

A "bang" sounded in the room.

The glass bottle was thrown into the trash can by a slender, cold and hard hand.

Lying quietly in it, Chen Meng was covered in dust.

…

Leaving the Chu family was a sudden decision, but it was also an idea that had been rooted for a long time, starting from the first day after entering the Chu family.

Ranbai was in a hurry and could only find a hotel to stay in, and then find a house.

When I was in school the next day,

Chu Xu didn't come all day, and he didn't care. He contacted the homeowner after school.

At dusk, the sun sinks into the horizon, and the remaining light is vague, and the lead-gray clouds seem to have tears flowing, and the sky is waving in the distance, and there is a kind of depression that has been abandoned by the world.

The old and dilapidated old town, winding streets and alleys, countless alleys and tangled low-voltage wires form one of the basements.

"That's it--" The door was pushed open, and a creaking sound was made. The dust rushed towards him, becoming more and more dark and narrow. A tide that had been uninhabited for a long time invaded the side, making the person coughed.

As soon as I entered the door, there were several worn wooden boxes piled up on the ground, and the man kicked them to the side.

The owner of the homeowner is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He looks a little rough. He waved his hand and said indifferently: "This is something that hasn't been around for a long time. It's a bit dust and I'll just clean up."

This is a basement, which looks a bit old and has an old furniture, with only 20 square meters in total. After occupying a bathroom, a bed and a simple dusty wooden table and chair, the remaining space is only enough to settle down and nothing else.

It's like a corner that is intimidating, and the space is so small that it's breathtaking.

The boy stood at the door, straight and tall, and took a casual look.

"Can you do it? If you can, just hand over the money." The uncle glanced up and down at the boy, looked at the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School wearing, and urged him.

Ranbai Pingjing said yes.

There is no other reason to live in this.

Because he has no money, he is cheap, and because he is the only homeowner who doesn't mind that he is not over 18 years old.

Other conditions are no longer important.

After transferring the money, the homeowner threw the keys to him and left.

The boy stood alone at the door for a while, then walked in and was about to put down his schoolbag, but when he saw a thick layer of dust on the bed of the table and chair, he really couldn't let go.

He coughed twice, cleaned up the basement first, at least to ensure that he could put things down.

Ranbai was wearing nothing, except clothes, there were almost no valuables, only one live broadcast equipment was left.

After thoroughly sorting out,
Chapter completed!