Time has no trace and can be found

Chapter 1

Another quarrel.

Mom and Dad had another quarrel.

This time, instead of watching them quietly from the sidelines, I changed into my cloth shoes, and without making a sound, I walked to the door.

The sound of the quarrel seemed to grow more intense, and it only subsided slightly after I opened the door and isolated myself from it.

I couldn't breathe, and how many times I listened to such a quarrel, I suffocated myself. Outside the door, I took a big breath of fresh air, looked at the light outside the door, and was in a daze for a moment.

The wind outside was cool, and I stepped on it, but the boredom inside was not much better.

"Isn't this Huanhuan? "

I heard the sound of the key first, and then I looked up, and the face of the person who called my name became clear.

It's Aunt Li, a neighbor.

I smiled and didn't say anything.

12 years old, the age of the child.

Even if you don't speak, no one will say anything about you, but will praise you for being sensible because of your quietness.

"It's so late, where are you going?".

Aunt Li's pace stopped because of me, which made me a little uncomfortable, maybe in front of children, adults do have enough oppression.

"I went to help my mom buy something. "

Lying, it seems to have become my talent.

It's like every time a classmate asks, "What's wrong with you," I will naturally respond with "Not much." "

"That's good," Aunt Li smiled, "stay safe, don't go to a very dark place." She walked as she spoke, until she stopped at her door and took out her key to open the door.

The sound of the keys was loud and harsh.

I ran away.

It was very dark and dark, and the corners of her mouth were already laughing unconsciously when she recalled Aunt Li's words just now.

Isn't the place around me always black?

Mom and Dad would fight endlessly, and I was used to it.

I seem to be the existence of their mistakes, the crystallization of their regrets, and not getting a trace of love.

I'm only 12 years old.

I thought back to how those classmates could smile so brightly and so sunny when I was at school.

They must all live in love.

Their world must be very bright and bright.

On second thought, I laughed at myself in turn.

Isn't it true that a child of this age should be brilliant?

Brilliant and warm.

I don't want to meet acquaintances again.

I deliberately walked a little farther and walked to the side of the road, and the scattered lights glittered my eyes.

Many stores are still open, and there are people sitting in the stores eating supper.

Avoiding the crowds, I walked into a small alley.

I've been to this alley a lot before, and a little orange cat suddenly came out and scared me.

But later, under the lure of my constant feeding, it gradually became familiar with me.

It's almost an old acquaintance now.

Sometimes it's much easier to come into contact with animals than with people.

"Little orange, little orange?" forgive me for not knowing names, often seeing colors is names.

It's not much simpler.

Simple and easy to remember.

Tachibana doesn't seem to be there today, and I've walked through the alley to see several corners where it might be hiding, but I can't see it.

I didn't bring snacks with me when I came out, so it didn't come out to see me because it couldn't smell the snacks.

Cats have been so realistic these days.

I laughed again.

This alley is deep and quiet, and the paths are chaotic and similar, if I don't know this place well, other people who don't know it well will really get lost.

It's almost the end of the alley.

Just as I was about to go home, I caught a glimpse of a corner that stopped me in my tracks.

Although I am not nearsighted, I still subconsciously squint my eyes to see better.

Although I am usually not very timid.

But...

I was still startled by the idea that popped into my head.

Is that a person?

My heart was beating fast.

From my vantage point, I saw a head lying on the ground, just as the wall was blocking his body, but the look at it was hair, and the top of his forehead, which made me even more sure that it was a person.

My imagination is already rich.

I didn't dare to move at all.

For a while, many murders, vendettas, and corpse throwing news flashed quickly in my head, and then there were horror novels.

I didn't dare to think about it, my reason told me to be calm.

I swallowed hard and stayed there for a while, and the man didn't move, not responding at all.

Lying quietly.

Luckily, there are lights in this alley.

I'm really grateful to the master who installed the lights here.

It was that lamp that gave me a little courage.

I took a deep breath and tiptoed closer, closer and closer.

I was just over ten centimeters away from that person.

I kept my eyes on him, and as I got closer and closer, I could see his side face.

As soon as it caught his eye, it was the mottled wound on his face.

His eyes were closed, and his cheeks were bruised and bloodstained.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Is it a child?

I glanced at him again, a child about my own age.

His bangs were sticky with blood piece by piece, and I was relieved to squat down boldly to look at him at this time, and there was a lot of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, which was even more eye-catching on his fair cheeks.

It's a boy, isn't it?

Even if he has scars, I think this kid must be a handsome guy.

At such a young age, I could already feel his charm.

The skin is fair, and even if the face is colored, it is difficult to hide the delicate and superior facial features.

On closer inspection, he seemed a little familiar.

It can't be your own school, right?

I thought about the elementary school nearby, and in addition to my own, there were two elementary schools further away.

Maybe I met on my way out of school

The first time I experienced something like this, my brain hadn't recovered yet, and I looked closely at the rest of his body.

He was dressed in black, with simple short sleeves, simple trousers, and some scars on his hands, which looked like he had struggled.

I guess he was beaten and dumped here?

I looked around, or was he beaten up here?