Those tender and naive years of spiritual trauma

  It's another sunny day, the autumn sun seems a bit lazy. Coldly sprinkled through the gaps in the branches, the fragmented sunlight is slightly white and shining, the bright asphalt road stretches out like a ribbon into the distance.

  Those majestic Chinese parasol trees began to shed their leaves without restraint, and from a distance, the street lined with two rows of Chinese parasol trees looked like a magnificent and romantic golden tunnel.

  The withered yellow leaves fell elegantly like butterfly wings, and occasionally one or two luxurious cars that made people gasp in admiration quietly and peacefully passed through the streets, revealing the extraordinary temperament of this street and the nobility of its residents.

  Tian Heng was covered with a thick coat by Tian Tian, he pouted his mouth and looked at the mirror, seeing himself like Winnie the Pooh, full of displeasure.

  As soon as he entered the classroom, he took off that heavy coat and wore a V-necked gray sweater, revealing the clean white shirt collar underneath. The only place where this school is more humane than other schools is that it only wears uniforms in summer.

  So, as soon as the weather turns cold, boys and girls start asking their parents to buy them a set of beautiful new clothes. Some girls wear a fluffy pink sweater, white tights, and a plaid pleated skirt, with a pair of black patent leather shoes. As they walk down the street, they twirl around in circles, jumping up and down like a flock of cheerful skylarks.

  The boy, on the other hand, wore a sports suit with a huge NIKE logo printed on it, openly showing off his family's wealth. There was even a boy wearing a custom-made Armani windbreaker, standing up straight like a little gentleman, with his legs crossed and looking down at the other kids, just like a modern-day version of the Nine Gates Commander.

  While Tian Heng never had the concept of brand and comparison in his mind, all his clothes were bought by Tian Tuan. Whatever she bought, he would wear it, and the clothes she bought were always generous styles and comfortable fabrics, so he liked them very much. At this time, he sat on the seat, biting his pen, thinking hard about that math problem.

  "Tian Cheng, why didn't you come to class for the past few days?" Lin Ling once again popped out from behind Tian Cheng with a look of surprise.

  "Mind your own business, class is about to start, go back to your seat." Tian Cheng said with a glance at her.

  "Heh heh," Lin Ling said with a sly smile, "I swapped this nice souvenir notebook with the one on your back desk, so this is my seat now."

  “……”

  "Say, why didn't you come?" Lin Ling naturally did not know that Tian Cheng was kidnapped, and Peng Yin would not tell her such a thing.

  Tian Heng rolled her eyes and said, "I don't want to tell you."

  "Ah! How did you get a bruise on your face? Did you go fight?" Lin Ling pointed at Tian Cheng's face and exclaimed in shock.

  "Can't you be quieter?" Tian Cheng lay on the table with a look of annoyance, no longer paying attention to Lin Ling.

  But this girl was born with extraordinary perseverance, and she didn't stop for the entire morning, either poking Tian Cheng's back with her pen or moving his hair with her fingers.

  "Say something!" Lin Ling glanced at the teacher on the podium and whispered. Tian Cheng didn't respond, so he poked him with his pen.

  Tian Heng blinked and continued listening to the lesson.

  "If you don't speak again, I'll draw flowers on your clothes!" Lin Ling threatened.

  Tian Cheng remained unmoved.

  Lin Ling hummed softly, pulled out a steel pen from her pen bag, filled it with ink, then twisted off the metal pen body, pinched the soft tube, and gently placed it on Tian Cheng's sweater. With a squeeze, the dark liquid splattered out completely.

  The sweater with excellent water absorption immediately absorbed the dark liquid, and that small piece gradually dissolved into a large piece, which was particularly eye-catching on the gray sweater.

  Until Tian Cheng heard the boy behind him covering his mouth and holding back a low laugh, he turned around. Following the boy's line of sight to his own back, he suddenly grabbed his sweater and saw the shocking ink stain, instantly furious, he stood up and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

  The teacher stood on the platform, glanced at Tian Cheng who was getting angry and said, "Get out of my classroom, don't make a disturbance!"

  Tian Heng's eyes turned red as she said, "She poured ink on me! Why don't you let her out?"

  "But she didn't disrupt my class, you shouted loudly in the classroom and disturbed everyone's study. Can you take responsibility for this? You not only have to stand as punishment but also write a self-criticism!"

  Tian Heng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and kicked away the stool under his feet. He ran to the edge of the flowerbed, slowly squatted down, took off his sweater and hugged it in his arms, looking at the stains on it, and burst into tears. This was a new sweater that Tian Tiantian had just bought for him.

  That carried her warm love, he remembered that her hand gently stroked the soft texture of the wool, she even personally put it on him... just being ruined by a prank.

  The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. He recalled that every time he had a problem, Tian Tian was there to solve it for him, but he had never done anything for her. Suddenly, he felt very incompetent.

  Just like that time he was kidnapped, as soon as he heard the news about Tian Tian, he lost his mind and followed a stranger blindly, and then Tian Tian had to risk her life to save him. She's just a girl, how much wind and rain has she endured on her frail shoulders that he has never experienced before?

  Sometimes he thought he was strong enough, he wanted to hold up a sky for her. But now, even the clothes she bought for him couldn't protect him...

  He cried like a child, so wretched, with tears and snot all over his face. But what could he do? Lin Ling was just a girl, and he couldn't bear to wrestle her down either. So he could only cower weakly, timidly, humbly, pitifully, squatting here and weeping.

  "What's wrong with you, hiding here and crying?"

  Tian Heng wiped away his tears and saw Yao Le Tong's radiant face. He choked with emotion, "It's you... what are you doing here?" Tian Heng remembered the sports meet, when Tian Tiantian fainted, this boy had visited her in the hospital room.

  "Uh, I'm going to hand in my homework."

  "Oh..." Tian Cheng lowered his head and continued to indulge in his own world.

  However, Yao Le Tong seemed to have no intention of leaving and squatted down as well, "Has someone been bullying you?"

  "No."

  "Aren't you afraid of freezing, wearing just one shirt?"

  "Hmm... Not afraid..."

  "You have a temper just like your sister's; swallow your anger when you're wronged."

  "Don't you dare speak ill of my sister..."

  "I'm just praising her!"

  “……”

  "To be honest, your sister is quite pretty."

  "Uh...do you like her?"

  "Well... you could say that."

  "You're not allowed to like her!"

  "Why?"

  "Because she is mine..."

  "Shut up, you little brat! You two are siblings, it's not right for you to have a romantic relationship!"

  "We've both been sleeping on the same bed for over ten years..."

  “……”

  Children who are not old enough to be sad for long, but also happy soon, Yao Le Tong soon made Tian Cheng laugh happily, he showed a mouthful of newly changed neat teeth, curved bright big eyes, like an ordinary boy.

  Two bright boys were standing in front of the flower bed, telling jokes, arguing and chatting happily...