atypical package

Chapter 29

Wei Jiawen didn't turn on the light in the bedroom, and found out his black mask from the trolley case in the dark, put it on, covering most of his face, and finally put a peaked cap on his head.

He stood in front of the half-length mirror and looked at it for a long time, making sure that he would not be recognized before giving up.

Since "New Singer" became popular, he gradually got used to this attire when he went out on weekdays.One is that I don’t want to attract too much public attention, and the other is to protect myself.And at this time, he had just experienced the siege of reporters and the ridicule of the whole network, and he was even more careful in every step, lest he would expose himself.

Wei Jiawen was admitted to the Municipal Music High School from the Hope Middle School in the old neighborhood of Beichang.It is not uncommon to know this school building, but after more than ten years of changes, this school is no different from ten years ago, the same small and cramped, the same dilapidated and decaying style, which really makes people feel the same. Wei Jiawen was shocked.

Wei Jiawen has long understood that this old neighborhood has no vitality.But these glaring and shocking dilapidated ruins, like a dog's skin plaster sticking to this country, made him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This is his hometown.

This is where he was born and raised.

Although he has no feelings for this place, he still doesn't want to see him become the city's dirty sewers or stinking sewers.

There was a rusty iron chain wrapped around the door handle of the school, Wei Jiawen subconsciously stretched out his hand and tugged, but the lock remained intact as usual.He removed the chain twice, and walked into the school yard alone.

Standing on the playground full of weeds, he habitually looked up at the flagpole, only to find that even the red flag fluttering in the wind was still hung with holes as usual.

He felt a little funny, but also a little pitiful.

He sat under the flagpole for a long time, until groups of middle school students threw their schoolbags in the grass and slapped basketballs and passed him to play before he realized it.

He stared aimlessly at the children playing ball.Those children were the same age as him back then, and it was the season when they were full of passion and ambition.They wear clothes big or small that don't fit anyway, and faded sneakers that are almost worn out, and yet they seem to have the whole world.Although they live a barren life, the appearance of their teeth and claws seems to be no different from the skateboard boys in the city.

This kind of pride full of vitality was something Wei Jiawen had never seen before.Wei Jiawen has lived cautiously for the past 20 years, and being unrestrained and unrestrained only exists in a distant dream for him.

He couldn't help but be amazed.

In the next few days, he still lived at home.It's meaningless but still busy and regular.I get up before dawn every day, clean up the yard, cook the pot and prepare breakfast, and when everything is done, I come to school to watch the students play.

At first, the children were terrified of the tall, thin brother who covered his face.Outsiders don't often come to this neighborhood, let alone outsiders who dare not show their faces.Gradually, after realizing that he didn't have any malicious intentions, the students playing ball got used to his existence. A few bold ones even made fun of him from time to time, "You always wear a mask, aren't you ugly?"

"Are you a wanted criminal, brother?"

"Did you run away from home secretly?"

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Wei Jiawen couldn't speak, and his emotions could only be hidden under a mask, which was even more weird in the eyes of the students.But they are not afraid anymore. Sometimes they can tell whether a person is good or bad.Wei Jiawen's eyes were gentle, full of connivance and a little helplessness, as if saying: Stop making trouble.But how could these naughty children let it go?They still surrounded him relentlessly, asking all kinds of questions, and even a few times, one of the most lively and bold children came up to him and directly reached out to grab his mask.He quickly grabbed the child's troublesome hand, and after a long time of gestures, the children finally understood that Wei Jiawen was speechless.

Poverty has always been linked to disease and disability.

There are not a few disabled people in the old neighborhood, and these children are no strangers to it. Although they won't rush away and ignore them, they are also lacking in interest.It turned out that the tall and thin brother who appeared suddenly was not some mysterious visitor, but just the most mediocre mute.

The embarrassing expressions only stayed on their faces for a few seconds, and then the children were attracted by more interesting things, no longer thinking about who Wei Jiawen was.

Wei Jiawen didn't care much about it.

It's not that he hasn't stayed in this school before, and it's not that he doesn't know the nature of these children.There is nothing to be disappointed, and there is no need to worry about it. All the bad roots of human beings are displayed vividly in this poor and inferior place. Stepping on the high and flattering the low is just the most common kind.Anyway, he didn't come to cleanse the soul, so what is there to be sad about?

Beichang's life was depressing and boring, but fortunately, all he wanted was to see how energetic these children were.

Wei Jiawen would usually stay in school until the bell rang, but he was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, he chose to walk along the smelly river for a while, and did not go home slowly until after nine o'clock.

Wei's father and Wei's mother stopped working in the factory a few years ago.Wei's father found a job as a gatekeeper, while Wei's mother stayed at home, doing housework and playing mahjong.So when I got home after nine o'clock, Wei's father and Wei's mother had already had breakfast and left the house.

Wei Jiaguo slept until noon every day, Wei Jiawen was so happy, after he had breakfast, he simply cleaned up, then went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, made lunch, and then called Wei Jiaguo up.

Wei's father didn't go home for lunch, and Wei's mother and brothers Wei Jiawen ate lunch at home.Wei Jiaguo had been jealous of Wei Jiawen for a long time, so it was inevitable to slander and ridicule him, and Wei's mother complained even more about Wei Jiawen, and even shouted at him.

In the afternoon, Wei Jiaguo usually ran out to fool around, while Wei Jiawen locked himself in a bedroom that smelled of sweat, composing and writing lyrics, and stayed all afternoon.

Although such a life is painful, it is better than being idle and dreaming in Beijing.

Slowly, he learned to turn a deaf ear to those vicious words, and tranquility and peace became the main colors of his life.

In the morning, he went to school to watch the children play as usual, and the children had long been familiar with him, even a little indifferent.But that's good, at least he's quiet.

Suddenly, a half-grown boy missed the pass, and the ball flew straight to the outside of the court, and it was about to hit a junior student who was walking towards him.

Wei Jiawen's heart trembled, he stood up abruptly, and shouted at the junior pupil, "Be careful!!"

The ball is a dead object, unable to understand human words, and finally hit the little classmate's chest with a "boom", but Wei Jiawen's shout broke the original balance of the playground in an instant, as if to tear the sky The whole split is average.

When his voice fell, he looked unbelievable.