The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

Yu Zhile limped to the door of his house, and tremblingly took out the key. After a few times, he did not match the keyhole. Only then did he recover a little from the panic and noticed that the rust on the security door seemed to be less. Many, it even seemed to have a brand new luster, she was stunned for a few seconds, straightened up from the posture of bending down and opening the door, slowly but stiffly raising her head to look around.

Although it is still the corridor that has entered and exited these past two days, there are subtle differences.

For example, the walls are not so dirty, the windows are not so gray, and there are not so many clutter in the corridor.

In short, everything looks a lot newer, glowing with a different kind of vitality from the past.

Yu Zhile was stunned for a while, and suddenly there was a big movement inside the door. A ten-year-old boy suddenly opened the door and rushed out arrogantly holding a dirty football. Yu Zhile, who was standing at the door, rushed downstairs with a puff of breath, leaving Yu Zhile, who had a complete brain failure, stared blankly at the young woman behind the boy.

"Remember to come back for dinner in a while..." The young woman shouted to the boy at the moment she saw Yu Zhile with no momentum. She awkwardly lifted the broken hair behind her ears and squeezed a smile, "Hello, you are a teacher at Xiaoliang School Xiao Liang didn't get into trouble at school recently, right?"

Yu Zhile looked down at the formal attire he was wearing to apply for a job, and understood that the other party was misunderstanding, he shook his head and explained: "No, I am not a teacher."

When the young woman heard this, her state relaxed a lot, and her smile became more natural. "Sorry, I thought it was Xiao Liang's teacher who came to visit the house and made you laugh."

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

I swept my sight again and saw the wall calendar hanging on the wall with four huge numbers-2005 shiningly printed on it.

Yu Zhile's brain buzzed, and she couldn't hear what the young woman was saying. She grabbed the young woman's forearm and asked eagerly: "How many years is this year?"

The young woman was startled by the sudden question, but she answered honestly: "2005."

Yu Zhile had walked to the wrong door with her in her arms, and the family's hope of hanging a calendar ten years ago was torn apart.The young woman seemed to have asked a few questions when she saw her desperate, but Yu Zhile was so dizzy that she couldn't hear anything. She replied indiscriminately and went downstairs in a daze with the young woman's concerned eyes.

Walking to the bottom floor, pushing open the iron gate that hadn't been as serious as ten years later, the sunset at the end of June hadn't completely set, but Yu Zhile's eyes turned black.

How could such a thing happen?

She finally finished college, and before she had time to start a new life, why did she return to ten years ago?

Sitting slumped on the bench in the community, Yu Zhile wanted to cry without tears, his thoughts drifting, watching the pedestrians coming and going before her, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of her that would separate her from the people of these ten years ago. Everything is split apart.

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

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

Besides, no one would believe that she was twelve years old.The point of the problem is that she has become a black household without valid academic qualifications, and she has relatives but can't recognize her. Otherwise, where will she put her true twelve-year-old self?

Thinking about it further, Yu Zhile felt that this question involved philosophical issues such as the origin of the universe and the nature of time. Her brain capacity was already insufficient, and she felt too heavy to lift her head after thinking about it.

"Xiao Yezhong, who allowed you to play football with us?" The harsh and funny voice of a male duck that belongs to the vocalization period attracted Yu Zhile's attention. Her eyes followed the sound and saw a row not far away. A group of boys from eleven or twelve to thirteen or fourteen years old gathered in the empty space used for the activity. Among them was Xiao Liang, who lived in the house Yu Zhile rented ten years later in 2005.

The boy who made the sound was probably the leader of this group of young people. Among the small peasants, the master was tall. However, the boys generally developed late. At this age, they became taller and changed their voices. The follow-up may be Limited to this height of about one meter and seven.

Yu Zhile had no interest in struggling between children, but the boy scolded too badly. As an adult, he couldn't help but feel sad that the flowers of the motherland were prematurely poisoned by the dirty world.

Well, she actually wants to watch the excitement.

The boy known as the "Little Wild Species" is surrounded by him. Compared with the prematurely developed boy "Boss", he is still a child. The slender figure is weaker in the contrast of the "Boss" with big waist and roundness. Shaky under his push.

"Boss" took a mouthful of "Little Wild Species", and attacked his mother for having ills, which he must have, so that everyone should not play with him and be careful not to be infected by him.

The more Yu Zhile listened, the less plausible he was. This time, he really wanted to intervene to stop him. He was about to get up, but his head was kept hanging down, and the cold light from the eyes of the boy who let the "boss" mouth dirty and speechless was shocked. .

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

Hearing a pig-killing howl, there were three more blood stains on the "Boss" face, but the boy didn't intend to stop there. He suppressed his opponent and beat him several times, but was quickly dragged away by other boys.

The "boss" who recovered his senses turned into anger and fisted the boy who fell to the ground, and also asked others to do it together.

Yu Zhile was in a hurry, stood up quickly, and shouted: "Which class of middle school are you in?"

The Fourth Middle School is the closest middle school to this community. Yu Zhile speculated that these boys should be students there, and she seemed to be able to bluff people in her current dress, so they mistakenly thought she was a teacher in the fourth middle school.

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

Saying "Don't run" is to imply that they are running fast. Sure enough, the seven or eight children scattered at once before they were finished. They went back to each house and looked for each mother, leaving only the besieged boy in place. .

Yu Zhile stepped forward and squatted down, trying to help the boy up, but was pushed away mercilessly.The boy stood up forcibly, wiped a handful of blood from his forehead, and dyed Bai Shengsheng's face black and red, making it more terrible.

He didn't care at all, clutching the painful position of his abdomen after being kicked, and limped back.

Yu Zhile felt the bleak wind blowing on her face in the early summer evening. Are the boys in this community unable to see her?Xiao Liang is like this, this person is like this, does her sense of existence run away from home?

"I think you are seriously injured. Do you need to go to the hospital for an examination?" Yu Zhile decided to promote the noble style of caring for the flowers of the motherland and self-sacrificing, even hard to protect himself, or stepped forward to ask with concern, suddenly felt that his image was tall A lot.

It's not because the little boy looks good.

The boy looked at her indifferently, neither saying yes nor saying bad. After a while, Yu Zhile looked away uncomfortably and looked around, before he said: "You are not a teacher in Fourth Middle School."

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

Why did she feel embarrassed when she obviously saved the child?

Yu Zhile, who was rarely enthusiastic, was bored, and withdrew his hands angrily, but when he saw the boy almost staggering and sitting on the side of the road, his hands were too fast and he supported him.

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

Supported by Yu Zhile, he walked to his doorway. He frowned and wanted to take the key from his pocket to open the iron door, but he couldn't move because of the sprain of his right hand. He had to use his left hand awkwardly, but pulled the bruise on his abdomen. Although he tried to resist it, Still whispering pain from between the teeth.

Yu Zhile looked up at this building. It was a coincidence that she also had the key to the door.So Yu Zhile let go of the boy's hand, and the boy tilted his face slightly invisibly, as if he couldn't figure out her intentions.

Yu Zhile took out the key that the landlord gave her in 2015, opened the iron door, and gently supported the boy, secretly looked at his small body, and asked: "How many floors do you live in? Can you still walk the stairs? Am I carrying you?"

The boy did not answer, and walked straight up the stairs without waiting for Yu Zhile, as if he was stubborn because of being underestimated by her.

Yu Zhile was taken aback, and quickly rushed, not daring to say anything, for fear that he would accidentally touch the sensitive nerves of the young boy who just entered puberty, so he followed the boy not far and close, and only took him when he could not support handle.

The two slowly climbed to the fourth floor. The boy stood at the door of Room 401, taking out the key with difficulty to open the door and enter the house.Yu Zhile stopped at the door in a daze. The 301 she rented was downstairs, but now lives in Xiaoliang's family.This community now seems to have many children, how come it has become so deserted and run-down after ten years?

The boy didn't bring the door behind him when he entered the room. When he hurried to the living room, he noticed that Yu Zhile hadn't followed. He turned his head 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 uncertainly, "Can I come in?"

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