狂风在道路上呼啸着,暴雨不停地打在那少年白皙的脸颊上。他双手插在裤兜里,乌黑的头发在风中舞动,时不时还会听见他的叹息声。这已经是白一铭第三次离家出走了,但他现在不禁后悔起来,他看了看身上那两件单薄的衣服,呼啸的狂风让白一铭瑟瑟发抖,他累了。他现在只想回家好好睡上一觉,想着他便跑回了家。到了家门口时,他瞬间停了下来。白一铭想回去,可早上发生的事却让 The wind whistled on the road, heavy rain hit the young white cheeks. With his hands in his pockets, black hair dancing in the wind, and from time to time he would hear his sigh. This is already the third time Bai Yi Ming ran away from home, but he can not help but regret it, he looked at the body of the two thin clothes, whistling wind so that Bai Yi Ming shivering, he was tired. Now he just wanted to go home and sleep well, thinking he ran home. When he reached the door, he stopped instantly. Bai Ming want to go back, but what happened in the morning