Poison-tongued, cold-blooded academic tyrant x is slow and unwilling to accept pleasure
Jiang Xushi didn't like to talk since he was a child. He looked cold and cold. All the children in the kindergarten were a little afraid of him, well, except Nan Hechi.
Jiang Xushi had never seen it before. He fell into a mud pit and was covered in mud, but he could happily make a clay figure there. If you can't sleep in the middle of the night, wake him up and go to the attic to wait for the sun to rise.
This person was Nan Hechi, his next-door neighbor, and his parents were close friends. When he was practicing the piano, Nan Hechi was singing next to him.
I met Jiang Xu when I was in kindergarten. I resisted it at first, but then I gradually got used to having such a person around me.
When he was 17 years old, one afternoon, the person next to him disappeared.
Only left a phone number
There was still the same smiling voice on the other end of the phone: "I'm going abroad, please wait until I come back."
The TV broadcast said "Flight NA3609, crashed, all passengers died, no one survived,..." He didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, and the alarm clock had four words: "No one survived."
Four years later, he saw that man in a bar
Author's statement: If something happens, please don't scold the characters, scold me, thank you
Intention: Crying children will get candy, so I will cry hard.