Accompany you to the end of the world

Chapter 49

Qi Han walked out of the school after finishing his duty. Several girls in the same grade greeted him like little sparrows, and then you said to each other, "Have you cut your hair short? It's better to have longer hair on the forehead. Ah." "I think it's good like this. It would be better if there is less pomade."...There were small differences between them.

"Did you break up with Weiwei again?" Someone finally asked a key question.

"Huh?" Qi Han suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten about Wei Wei, and patted his head with a headache, "Ah, no... have you seen her?"

The girls didn't know whether they were laughing at Qi Han and getting dizzy or at Wei Wei, they were more excited than usual: "Have you forgotten again? Qi Han, you are really going too far, no wonder you just saw Wei Wei with a dark face alone go home."

"You really shouldn't." Even though they said that, there was no trace of blame in the girls' tone.

The reason for Wei Wei's dark face is probably more than "going home alone", it should be because she was angry before going home.The person who was designed to be on duty was obviously Mai Mang, but in the end it was Qi Han who did the job.

The boy's guilt for Wei Wei and the grievance he felt for himself at this moment, when he jumped over the heads of a group of girls and saw Maimang in the next second, all turned into tailor-made concerns for her.

Maimang, who was wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, was standing and talking with a middle-aged man.To be precise, it was the man who was chattering, while Mai Mang drooped his head and said nothing, like a bean sprout.

Without hesitation for a second, Qi Han shouted in that direction: "Maimang! Did you forget to hand in your homework? Teacher Zhu has been looking for you for a long time."

The girls chatting and laughing with Qi Han looked in Maimang's direction at the same time: "Oh, you're a rookie on the badminton team?"

Mai Mang turned his head to look at Qi Han with a bewildered expression, said something to the man, and entered the school gate.Not long after, Qi Han found an excuse that he forgot to bring something, sent the girls who followed him away, and went back to school.

Waiting at the entrance of the teaching building was Maimang's unreserved smiling face: "It's not easy to deceive people without changing your face."

"That's not what you saw through."

"Because there is no teacher named Zhu in our class."

"I think you are very reluctant to talk to that person."

"He's my uncle."

"Uncle dear?"

"There are uncles who are not close?"

"Oh." It turned out to be an illusion, "I'm sorry," the boy scratched his head, "I made a mistake, I thought it was some rogue uncle pestering you."

"No mistake, he was a bad uncle. If it weren't for him, my mother might not have died." While chatting, he had already walked to the canteen, "Do you want to eat?" Maimang asked the boy while ordering the oden in the store. The answer is to tell the shopkeeper, "I want this, this and this, and I want two skewers of each."

"It's really self-assessment. It doesn't matter whether people accept it or not." Qi Han smiled helplessly, and took the cup of oden. Fortunately, you have such a personality..."

"Huh? Burden?" Mai Mang blinked his eyes.

"Sharing important secrets, experiencing both sad and happy things together, is the deepest bond between people. But...it doesn't seem to be the case for an unsuspecting child like you, then Important things, just tell me casually."

"I'm not casual."

"Strictly speaking, we haven't really known each other for less than a month, have we?"

"But shouldn't important things be told to important people? You are very important people."

The boy felt his spine stiff, and the plastic cup in his hand fell to the ground. After a while, he bent over to pick it up. When he straightened up again, he said to Maimang seriously: "Let's go home together in the future. This way we won't and won't encounter any bad things." Uncle'. Tell me the bad things about him anytime you want."

"Don't you think it's a burden?"

"No. They are friends!"

"Hey, friend, what's the follow-up to your story that claims to be a novel?"

"Uh...this...how did you draw so fast?" Qi Han held up the schoolbag for Maimang guiltily.

"Of course I have to draw faster. I'm going to submit it to "Man×" magazine." Maimang's small steps were extremely fast, "And wow, I told you the secret, why didn't you tell me anything? Woolen cloth?"

"Uh... this..." Generally speaking, if you are a good friend, sharing secrets will not be a burden to the other party.But only then did Qi Han realize that if that good friend was Mai Mang, it would be a different story.

"Oh—! Think of one. It's kind of embarrassing to say."

As expected, Maimang's eyes were bright, and he jumped in front of him and walked backwards with stiff hands and legs: "Say it, say it!"

"My parents have always suspected that I have autism... Don't laugh, really! They even took me to the doctor because I like to tear up paper. Sometimes when my mother comes home, she is shocked when she sees it. The house is full of scraps of paper. In fact, my parents are very strict with me. They don’t let me in on holidays. They force me to study all day long. I’m an adult and lock me at home! I can’t go out to play. , Watching TV all the time is boring, I have to have fun by myself, I play war games. Those pieces of paper are not pieces of paper, they are all my soldiers. I let them form formations, play tricks, imagine two armies confronting Siege the city and make up a plot for them—how the commander commanded, how to lay an ambush, how to use beauty tricks, yes! It is the cartoon you are drawing now! I will poke a hole with a toothpick for those little soldiers who died in battle, what do you think? Ah, I need as many pieces of paper as I need to fight a war, so can my mother not be scared when she comes back? She asked me what's going on, and I can't say that I play war, so I can only say that I am in a bad mood, depressed, and can't help it. I want to tear the paper. In addition, I have no common language with them, and I seldom speak at home, so I become a typical autistic patient in their eyes."

Mai Mang was so happy that he was shaking as he walked: "Why are you still playing such a childish game at such an age? I played tearing up paper and fighting when I was in elementary school. I stopped playing it when I was in the second year of junior high school."

"You don't play in the second year of junior high school because there are other more advanced things to play. I don't have any. We even put the laptop in the safe at home. My dad's defense against me is closely related to the cutting-edge technology of spy warfare. .”

"Okay, I really sympathize with you. You looked cool at school, but you didn't expect to be so miserable when you came home."

"Hey, did you really play tearing paper wars when you were young?"

"That's right. My soldiers are also graded according to the type of paper. The soldiers who are torn out of ordinary white paper are low-level soldiers. They are cannon fodder in battle, and they will die as soon as they are touched. Rare kraft paper——It's also harder Even harder to tear - I named them Iron Armored Cavalry. If a toothpick can't be pierced casually, it can't die, and it can go through hundreds of battles. The more advanced ones are generals. Do you remember the Cheetos you ate when you were young and sent them to the Three Kingdoms? Card?"

"Of course. I've used that one too."

"I'm usually reluctant to poke them, and I won't kill the generals. And I'm a complete appearance association. If I look ugly like Zhang Fei, I'll let them get hurt and draw some red blood on them. It's true. Similarly, a handsome guy like Zhao Yun would not even bear to be injured, so they are all gods of war."

"You have also collected Zhao Yun! How many circles will it take? The one I have collected the most is Zhang Fei."

"Zhao Yun didn't get it from me, it was my brother. He is amazing. He collected all the Three Kingdoms cards, and later he gave me the whole set..." Mai Mang stopped suddenly, his expression changed suddenly, and he muttered Nan repeated, "It's all given to me." He lowered his eyelids and stopped talking.

Qi Han didn't know which nerve of hers was short-circuited again. In retrospect, it seemed that every time she went home and talked about excitement, she would suddenly turn into gloomy, moody like a child.He carefully observes words and expressions, but dare not ask questions. He has learned a lesson. The result of questioning last time was a murder case. It is hard to tell whether Maimang's world is simple or complicated.

(End of this chapter)