As soon as I reminded, Shang Yunrou remembered that she was only halfway through what she just said, and continued: "No, it's because my heel is broken."

The three sent the little boy to the police station, and after confirming that the parents were on their way, they planned to leave. Unfortunately, Shang Yunrou's high heels got stuck on the manhole cover and broke when she walked out of the police station.

"Actually, it's not a particularly high heel. It's easy to say that the whole is broken, but only half of it is broken, and the other half is connected to the sole of the shoe. It's inseparable, which makes me very embarrassed."

And at this extremely embarrassing time, Yang Haiyang found that he came over. He first asked Shang Yunrou if she was injured, and then squatted down to check her shoes. Between repairing the high-heeled shoes, she also gave Shang Yunrou her big slippers for a while, while she stood barefoot on the pebbled ground.

Yang Haiyang has always been warm-hearted, this is indeed what she will do. Except for the time of the divorce, I didn't see why he was depressed. If I am an extreme pessimist, then Yang Haiyang is my opposite, synonymous with optimism and positivity.

"At that moment, I thought he was so handsome, but because Lingling called him dad, I thought he wasn't single, and I thought... Sure enough, all the good men got married."

Yang Haiyang repaired her shoes—breaking both heels. In return, she drove the father and daughter home.

Chatting all the way, when she learned that Yang Haiyang was a single father, she decisively asked him for his contact information when he got out of the car.

I just wondered how Yang Haiyang would suddenly change his mind about being single. It turned out that this was still a drama of a woman chasing a man.

"No one can refuse her." Yang Haiyang sighed, "I thought about resisting, but it didn't work at all."

Could this be the magic power flowing in the bones of their merchants? The most primitive, the ability to drive desire. As long as they hook their fingers, even if they know they shouldn't, there will still be a large number of people who will rush forward without hesitation.

After the meal, Shang Yunrou drove and drove me home with Yang Haiyang.

When getting off the car, Yang Haiyang asked his girlfriend to wait in the car, and got out of the car and pushed me to the elevator.

"Shang Muxiao, don't have too much contact with him, he is different from his sister, he is a neurotic."

I thought he was coming over to say something, but it turned out to be to remind me to stay away from Shang Muxiao.

"It's just a child, and it scares you."

"No, he's really a lunatic!" Yang Haiyang glanced carefully at Shang Yunrou's direction, obviously it couldn't have traveled that far, so he lowered his voice and said, "Do you know what kind of bird Owl is?"

"owl?"

"It's an owl, but it was also called a 'mother-eating bird' in ancient times, which means a bird that eats its mother. I don't know the details, but as soon as Shang Muxiao was born, his mother suffered from postpartum depression. It is said that the original She is also a very promising female painter, but she was completely unable to create because of depression, and because she was unable to create, she was even more depressed, so she suffered for five years and finally committed suicide."

I was stunned, I didn't expect such a secret.

At the beginning, Yu Xixi said that Shang Lu's wife died of illness. I thought it was a sudden illness like cancer, but it was depression.

"Who took his name?" I asked.

"Mom." Yang Haiyang said, "The relationship between their siblings and their father is quite unfamiliar, but Yunrou is better, and there is still communication. The boy Shang Muxiao and his father are basically enemies. There was a lot of trouble on the fifth day. It seems that Dad Shang also felt that his wife's death was all the fault of his younger son, and he said things like 'If only you were not born' in front of him." At the end, his expression changed. It's a bit complicated. "It can only be said that parents really have to pay a lot of responsibility for the development of bad characters."

"No wonder he is so reliant on his sister." Shang Yunrou may not only be his sister to him, but also his father and mother, his whole family.

"Isn't it?" Yang Haiyang's face just showed some pity, and when he heard the words, it was fleeting and turned into full of disgust, "Hu Yunrou is the same as the old hen and child care, and said that if I pester Yunrou again, He just broke my leg. It's not like I haven't fought, sir, who is afraid of who, who will break his leg by then."

This is not bad. Yang Haiyang was a well-known fighting king in junior high school. He often clashed with gangsters outside the school, and he came to class with blue and purple on his face. He was the number one problem student in the eyes of the teacher.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived.

I controlled the wheelchair to enter the elevator, turned around and told him: "They are siblings after all, don't make it difficult for Miss Shang, and don't have a head-on conflict with Shang Muxiao."

Yang Haiyang scratched his nose and mumbled vaguely, not knowing if he heard it.

On Sunday's psychological support group activity day, there was no sign of Shang Muxiao at the scene. He came reluctantly for the first time, and it was estimated that he would only participate in response to his sister. If you don't come this time, you won't be here in the future.

"How's the week going?"

I looked away from the calm amber tea soup and looked at Sister Liao who was questioning.

"Fine," I said. "My car is finally fixed."

After two weeks of repairs, it is now almost like new. I didn't know how much I missed it until I sat on it again.

In the new week, Shang Mu Xiao disappeared. He didn't show up for electives or show up unsolicited in my office again.

In less than a month, just a week, he was tired of betting with me. At first, I thought so.

As a result, on Friday, another elective class, just as he suddenly disappeared, he suddenly appeared again. The position was changed to the last row, with a black mask on his face, and he was slouching on the table throughout the class. The two students with him, sitting in the front row, would look back at him from time to time, and he didn't respond.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone left the classroom one after another. I packed up the lecture notes on the stage, and when I looked up, I found Shang Muxiao was in front of me.

He stood there, just looking at me and not speaking.

"Then let's go first." One of Shang Muxiao's two classmates, a more delicate-looking boy nodded at me, glanced at the unresponsive Shang Muxiao, and then met another yellow-haired man waiting at the door. The boys left together.