"Xiaojiu, where did you go to be naughty again? Did you come back so dirty?"
At this time, a group of children gathered around, led by a teenage boy, who pulled the little boy over and scolded him.
"Did you fight with someone? Your face is bruised and swollen?"
The child's face was so bruised and swollen that his appearance could hardly be seen clearly, except for one pair of eyes, which were extremely silent.
He doesn't look like a three or four year old child at all.
"Why don't you speak?"
The child had a cold face and remained silent. The young man sighed and seemed to know his temper, so he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he took out the herbs from the basket on the side, picked a few, crushed them, and then applied them to his injury.
"We can't do this anymore. We always fight. What if something happens if someone is naive?"
"Haha, Brother Jiu, you look so funny now!"
"Hahaha, it's like the way my elder brother crawled out after falling into the quagmire that day!"
"Yes Mud Monkey Mud Monkey!"
"It shouldn't be the green monkey!"
"Green monkey, green monkey! Ninth brother is a green monkey!"
A group of little carrots gathered around, chattering and laughing, but the children ignored them and kept a cold face. But the young man waved his fist and said, "Go to work for me! Why are you surrounding me one by one!"
"Wow! Big Brother Mud Monkey is hitting someone! Run!"
The little carrot heads dispersed in a hurry, and their laughter spread far and wide.
"These brats..." He looked helplessly at the children in front of him. The children here were all homeless children who he had picked up from various places. The children in front of him were the children he found from mass graves.
of.
He was just over a year old at the time. He had been lying on the pile of mangled corpses for an unknown amount of time. When he saw him, he neither cried nor fussed. His eyes were dark. The first thing he thought of at that time was their hometown.
A very beautiful stone.
A particularly beautiful stone that only rich people can own.
So, he took him back like this.
In the blink of an eye, two years passed.
I don't know when the child learned to walk in the past two years, but just trying to get him to open his mouth to talk is even more difficult than reaching heaven.
He has been here for so long that he can count all the words he has said on five fingers. However, the boy often talks in his ear, and the child doesn't react at all. He will only look at you quietly with his big beautiful eyes.
His heart felt like a puddle of water.
I wish I could hold all the treasures in the world in front of my children.
Who made the child look so beautiful?
Yes, it looks good, very good-looking.
How to describe it specifically... Well, he doesn't know, he just thinks that the dolls in the New Year paintings are not as good-looking as his Xiaojiu!
Maybe his Xiaojiu is a fairy boy from heaven!
The young man thought happily, applying layer after layer of herbs on his hands until the child was "beyond all recognition" before he finally stopped.
"Go wash up and get ready to eat!" The boy patted his head and the child tilted his head.
The boy's hand fell on his shoulder. The boy seemed to hate others touching his head. The boy forgot about it for a moment and didn't care about his alienation.
At this time, a little girl with pigtails ran over, her red apple-like face showed a bright smile when she saw the child, "Nine giggles..."
She is still young and her speech is a little unclear, but her waxy childlike voice paired with her cute face instantly makes people cute.
When she saw him, the child's eyes felt a little soft. Suddenly, the little girl fell down, raised her head, and her big watery eyes were filled with mist. She was pitiful and aggrieved, "It hurts..."
The child immediately stepped forward, squatted next to her, helped her up, patted the dirt on her body, and rubbed her head. The little girl's tears turned into a smile in an instant, "Nine giggles, rice rice..."
He nodded, took her fleshy little hand, and disappeared from sight.
…
Ling Xuewei looked at this scene and felt a warmth flow from her heart.
Why does this scene appear in the shadow?
In the end, the boy finally figured out why the children were fighting. It turned out that someone bullied the little girl, so the children hit them.
Looking at the figure of the child, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
"Let's go! Let's hunt pheasants to eat today!"
"Oh! Let's eat chicken!!"
"Meat, meat, meat!"
…
A group of little carrot heads surrounded the young man and headed towards the mountains.
As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow shines on them, beautiful and quiet.
It's heartwarmingly warm.
But this calmness was quickly broken.
The little girl is dead.
Beaten to death.
The reason was that she soiled the gold-threaded boots of the town mayor's son and was dragged alive to the street by a servant and beaten to death. When she found her body, it was already smelly and there were wild dogs devouring her mutilated body.
That scene was too miserable.
Even Ling Xuewei couldn't help but be moved when she saw it.
All the children were frightened, but the child remained silent and collected the girl's body with his own hands. He carried her broken body back to the thatched house step by step.
The young man was very worried.
But the child remained the same as before, neither crying nor fussing. Originally, he thought he was still young and didn't know what death was.
It wasn't until he saw with his own eyes the body of the little bully who had been killed by Ling Chi that he realized that he was wrong.
The child still had no expression, but the knife in his hand was stabbing the body of the little overlord who was dead. His body was covered in blood, and even his face was splashed with blood.
He was frightened, and when he realized what he was doing, he quickly snatched the knife from the child's hand.
He didn't know how he did it, how he brought the little bully out without anyone noticing, and he didn't know where he got the knife, but he knew that he must not be discovered!
So, in the end, he endured his nausea, separated the corpses, took them out in batches for nearly a hundred miles, and then found a desolate place to bury them. There were wild wolves there at night, and I was afraid that within a few days, the corpses would be chewed to the bone.
None left.
The days became calm again.
The mayor searched all around, but could not find his "missing" baby son. He was so sad that he couldn't bear to fall ill. He was very puzzled in his heart, how he brought the person out, but he was cold and cold towards the child.
Eyes, but unable to ask.
Since then, the boy has found that the child's attitude towards him has changed. Occasionally he is allowed to touch his head, and he will say a few words to him from time to time, although most of them are "um", "ok" and "no", never more than two.
Literally, but he was very happy.
But in the end, the fire could not be contained in the paper, and their secret was discovered, because someone reported on the child in the thatched house, and the reason was actually for a piece of candy.
No matter how secretive he was that night, he was still seen by a child. The child didn't take it to heart at all. It wasn't until a house slave inquired and tempted him with a piece of candy that he accidentally revealed what happened that night.
The child who told the story was beaten to death by a domestic slave at the mayor's command.
The young man looked at the child's thin body and really didn't know whether to feel hateful or angry.
