Enviable Strength Chapter 1

"This is the room I live in now. It is no more than eight square meters by visual inspection." Everett Yan sat on the swivel chair holding his mobile phone, tapping his toes on the ground, and the chair spun in a circle.

-It’s better than the original one, but it’s a bit messy and it hasn’t been cleaned up after so many days.

someone on the screen said.

"I haven't woken up from hibernation yet," Everett Yan yawned, "I'm too lazy to move."

-Will you see that child again today?

someone asked again.

"That kid... I don't know," Everett Yan tilted his head and looked toward the living room, "Go to the window and wait."

-I hope I won’t be bullied again today. I feel bad.

Everett Yan didn't say anything. He stood up and walked slowly to the living room window and stood in front of the window.

This is the first time in his 17-year life that he has moved with his father countless times and lived in countless houses.

This time it was on the first floor, facing a small street. It was quite clean. It was better than the previous apartment behind the vegetable market. At least it didn't have a strange smell.

Except it's a little noisy after school.

The residential area is very large, and there are many children of all sizes who pass by this road when going to and from school.

Everett Yan opened the window and sat on the windowsill.

It's still a bit cold, and the wind blowing in is refreshing, and taking a breath is like holding a mint in your mouth.

He likes this window sill very much. There is no anti-theft net, and the cabinet containing the radiator is connected to the window sill. It can be regarded as a pseudo bay window. It is very comfortable to lean up and bask in the sun in the afternoon.

The child everyone wants to see has not passed by yet.

But it should be about the same. He would pass by later than other students every day. I don’t know whether it was to stagger the time to go home with his classmates, or because he was blocked from leaving at school.

Everett Yan put his phone on the window sill and looked outside, without looking at the screen or making any more noise.

Only two or three minutes later, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.

Everett Yan picked up the phone and pointed it over there: "Here, let's see what kind of performance these dead branches of the motherland will have today."

Behind these students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one, and several lines appeared on the screen------It seems safe today?

"It's not safe," Everett Yan said, "That schoolbag belongs to him."

The schoolbag is quite old. When it is thrown around, it changes shape. It is square, long, or diagonal. Every time the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, a book or pen will fall out.

However, today's dead branches and leaves were milder than usual, so I didn't do anything.

The protagonist of this live broadcast followed silently, bending down from time to time to pick up things that fell out.

He didn't even look at the people who were throwing his schoolbag and yelling at him, or his own schoolbag. It was as if those people and things didn't exist at all, and he just walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood beside them silently.

There weren't many things in the schoolbag, and it was empty within two minutes of throwing it away. Those students threw the schoolbag, and one of them went over and slapped the things in his hands, sweeping everything to the ground, and then a group of people He happily stepped on the things on the ground and continued to move forward.

When the child squatted down to pick up something, Everett Yan jumped off the window sill and returned to the house.

- No more filming?

someone on the screen asked.

"No," Everett Yan said, "Mourning."

After saying that, he didn't look at the screen anymore, just quit, threw the phone aside, and leaned on the chair.

Looking at the school uniforms, these students should be from the junior high school of No. 82 Middle School next door. Everett Yan wanted to take a walk when he went out to eat at noon. Because he got lost, he walked past the gate of No. 82 Middle School three times and was very impressed.

This school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and stared at him for more than a hundred meters. Everett Yan wanted to blow him a K!ss back. .

From the day we moved in, for four consecutive days, every day, whether it was after school at noon or in the afternoon, you could almost see the child who had his schoolbag thrown away being bullied in various ways. The person who bullied him and the way he was bullied were different every time. Same.

Everett Yan poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after the move, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.

He glanced at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Do you love me?

Do you need me?

Do you want me?

Do you love me?

He hummed quietly along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each lyric.

"No."

Half asleep and half awake, Everett Yan heard the door ring, and then the voice of his father who had disappeared for a day and a half: "I'm back."

Everett Yan didn't make a sound, he was very sleepy.

"Baby?" Dad called again while putting things away, "Dear Your Highness?"

Everett Yan sighed in his heart, and when he was about to struggle to wake up, his father walked into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Everett Yan!"

Before he could open his eyes, he felt his arm being grabbed by his father and he was suddenly pulled up: "Everett Yan, what's wrong with you!"

"Fcuk," Everett Yan frowned and opened his eyes. His arms were pulled numb for a while, and his neck made a click. "If I really commit suicide, you will lose all my breath right now." "

"Why are you lying in bed at this time?" Dad asked.

"Sleepy," Everett Yan looked at him, "You are in a good mood today, Your Majesty."

"I got some money," Dad smiled, turned around and walked out, "Get up, let's go to a restaurant... By the way, I helped you find a set of college English. What did people say it was? Specialized books, what about intensive reading... I don’t understand either, can you take a look? "

"Anything is fine." Everett Yan took off his earplugs and got out of bed.

"My son is so awesome that he never went to school," my father said in the living room, "but he can actually read college English."

"I have a primary school diploma." Everett Yan leaned to the door.

"Yes," Dad nodded, "I've been keeping it, it's our family heirloom."

"...Let's go eat." Everett Yan sighed.

It's only been two days since I moved here, and I don't know where there is a good restaurant. Everett Yan originally wanted to use his mobile phone to check, but his father wanted to see his luck.

"Just follow this road and turn left to see the second restaurant. How about it?" Dad said.

"Yeah." Everett Yan nodded.

Ever since he was little, his father has always liked this, leading him to create all kinds of unknowns. It has been a game that he has been playing for more than ten years.

The ending is sometimes a surprise, sometimes a shock.

Sometimes it hurts...

Such as today.

When they rented this house, the agent made loud noises, as if what they were renting was the center of the universe. Fortunately, they had many years of experience in renting houses, and they could basically judge the condition of the house by asking about the price.

It is indeed an old community.

But surprisingly, the agent didn't exaggerate too much, because if you follow the road pointed by dad, you will find a bustling street full of modern flavor.

So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.

"What should I do?" Dad turned to look at him.

"The restaurant you picked, just eat it with your heart in your hands." Everett Yan said.

"Let's go." Dad waved his hand and walked into the store.

When I walked in, I looked very cool. In fact, there were many situations like today. Every time my father looked very cool, but when he came out, it was not necessarily the case.

"Prince," Dad stood on the side of the road and touched his belly, "do you think we have eaten this meal or not?"

"Eat." Everett Yan answered truthfully.

"Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.

"It was 940 yuan. I applied for a card and deposited 1,000 yuan and got a 10% discount," Everett Yan said. "The total cost was 846 yuan."

"It seems it's not my imagination," Dad took out the card from his inner pocket and handed it to him, "There are still 154 yuan left. You can eat it when you want."

"What a big deal." Everett Yan glanced at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.

"Go back?" Dad asked.

"Please eat noodles." Everett Yan said.

"Huh?" Dad looked at him, "We just had Japanese food from Xiao Qian. Don't you think it would be an insult to 846 to go out and eat noodles right away?"

"Would you like to eat?" Everett Yan asked.

"Let's go, let's go," Dad pushed him back to the small street, "When I came here, I saw a beef noodle shop..."

This beef noodle shop is pretty good. The bowl is big and the noodles are plentiful. The key is that the beef noodles are spread all over the place. It looks very satisfying.

"This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.

"Well," Everett Yan nodded as he ate, "eat first. After you finish eating, I will give you the thousand yuan when I go back to pay my respects."

"Okay." Dad lowered his head and started eating.

When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again and said, "Hang."

"Ah." Everett Yan responded.

"Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think this place is pretty good. I might stay longer."

"No." Everett Yan replied quickly.

"Then I won't go," Dad said simply, "I see that you are always reading at home, and I was wondering if you suddenly want to go to school, so that you can interact with more people."

"It's two different things. I can get in touch with people while working," Everett Yan said. "Besides, I've never wanted to go to school, not even elementary school."

"Yeah, you still have to ask the school if I can drop out of school," Dad laughed, "making me get scolded by your teacher Lu."

Everett Yan smiled.

Teacher Lu was the only teacher he could still remember. She was a very kind and kind old lady. The last time he saw her was at the elementary school graduation ceremony.

The old lady frankly expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.

"Such a good child," she said, "I'm really worried that your father will teach her badly in the future."

Not long after I got home, my father went out again, without saying where he was going.

Everett Yan didn't ask. He had never asked in so many years. What was his father doing when he appeared and disappeared completely erratically?

I'll always come back anyway.

got used to.

While his father gave him a strong sense of security, it also made him deeply uneasy.

He packed up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take out the things and put them away.

He didn't have much, just a suitcase for his clothes and a bag stuffed with all his gadgets.

Dad has fewer things, only a few clothes in the duffel bag. Sometimes he feels that Dad has been traveling all his life, and they are all short distances.

He has been to so many places with his father and changed residences that he can't even count them. Sometimes he doesn't even rent a room and stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he returns to his old place several times.

"I want to go back to the old place," Everett Yan fell on the bed, took out his phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."

Everett Yan glanced at a bunch of private messages on Weibo and found nothing of interest. He replied "no" to one asking if he would live broadcast today, then threw his phone aside and put on his headphones. .

I've been having a bit of insomnia recently. The only time I felt sleepy in the afternoon, my dad grabbed me away with my arm.

Everett Yan put on his headphones and stared at the ceiling. In order to coax himself to sleep, all he listened to was the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, the gentle playing of guitar... It was useless to lie down until his back was numb. .

So he got up, changed into sportswear and went out.

It was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were no pedestrians on the street. Cars occasionally drove past under the lonely street lights.

At the end of the road is bustling, and when it's busiest, the neon lights will make the night sky red.

And the location he is in is common in many cities. The dilapidation behind the prosperity is like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.

Everett Yan plugged in his headphones, changed the running song, took a breath, and started running forward.

He quite likes running, which is the best way to kill his boredom.

He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No. 82 Middle School, ran around the school a few times and then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese restaurant where he ate today, he ran two more times back to commemorate it. .

He ran around all the roads nearby and sweated profusely in the north wind before returning home.

After taking a shower, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and threw himself on the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.

Coupled with the effect of the medicine, he slept until noon before getting up.

I sat on the edge of the bed and froze for almost five minutes before I realized that it was noon.

His head was a little dazed from sleep, and he had no appetite. Everett Yan gave up lunch, picked up an English book that his father had brought back for him, and sat on the windowsill.

Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books and an extremely boring variety show.

The time was coming again, Everett Yan turned around on his phone. Without that child, he would only broadcast live when he was extremely bored. Now, in addition to his few fans who are as bored as him, he also I'm a little curious about that kid.

Will he fight back?

To what extent will you fight back?

Everett Yan adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame, and turned on his phone.

Sure enough, many people were anxiously waiting to see it. He silently turned the camera to the street, and soon there were people discussing it.

Why is this happening? Why no one cares? Everett Yan sighed.

There are so many reasons, and he has stopped asking why.

A few minutes later, the protagonist of the live broadcast took the lead in walking into the camera. This was the first time in several days.

He was pushed over.

From the window sill, you can see about a hundred meters of the street outside. It’s not clear what the condition of the road to the school was like before, but this hundred meters is the last step before these little B@st@ards go home. For a moment, arriving here is like the climax before the show is about to end.

The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.

Maybe it was just an unconscious action, but it was indeed his first action that could be called "resistance" in the past few days.

Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him on the lower back.

Everett Yan clicked his tongue.

Quite heavy.

Then another boy kicked him in the leg.

Judging from this trend, it is estimated that one person will have to kick away.

The owners of several stalls selling snacks nearby couldn't stand it, and two of them shouted a few times.

But it had no effect, and several boys pushed back fiercely.

After watching it for a few days, Everett Yan almost understood that this child would not resist. I wonder if it was an illusion. He even acted very calmly, as if he had isolated himself in another world, unable to hear or see. When I arrived, I didn’t feel it.

But for the little B@st@ards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Everett Yan's experience, they will not stop until he reacts.

Just when he was walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took out a glass water glass from his bag, swung it and hit the protagonist on the shoulder.

A very thick cup actually broke at the sound.

"It's been a bit of a day today." Everett Yan said, lightly kicked his feet, and jumped off the window sill.

-Brother Xiaotian, are you going to take action?

-Be safe, or call the police

Several items flashed across the screen. Everett Yan put his hand in his pocket and touched it. He only had a mask and not even a key.

"I don't know," he said, "I can't stand it anymore. It's so sad."

After crossing the street, Everett Yan saw the protagonist's face clearly for the first time in several days.

It wasn't an illusion, the expression on his face was calm.

Very calm and calm.

It was so calm that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable. It was hard to tell whether it was sadness or something else. After all, Everett Yan only had a primary school diploma and could not find a suitable adjective.

The broken cup was still half on the ground. The rope on the water cup was hooked on the boy's finger. When he raised his hand and was about to throw half the cup at the protagonist's face again, Everett Yan whistled.

It's quite loud. Besides running in a daze, Everett Yan is probably best at whistling.

Dad likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Everett Yan was trained to play a duet with him before he entered elementary school. The two of them would sit on the roadside and play whistle to the little girls passing by every day.

This whistle attracted the attention of several little B@st@ards, who turned to look at him.

Everett Yan walked over without saying a word, put his phone on a pile of unused bricks under a tree on the roadside, faced the live broadcast, then took out a mask and put it on. He had never shown his face during such a long live broadcast. , gotta keep the tradition.

There was a lot of excitement on the screen, but he didn't have time to look at it. Several of the little B@st@ards had already turned around, and two of them had already walked towards him.

"Are you sick?" a boy asked, staring at him.

"From today on," Everett Yan pointed at the protagonist, "he is under my protection."