The child stood under the warm sunshine at noon in early winter. Among the filthy beggars in the yard, he was the only one who was clean, clean and holy.
His eyes are big and round, crystal clear like two obsidians.
After being carefully scrubbed, his face was as delicate and white as snow, as smooth as tofu, making people afraid to touch it. His red and peach blossom lips were tightly pursed, revealing a coldness and stubbornness that were incompatible with his age.
This was clearly the child she had just seen on the river beach. After being cleaned, his temperament was completely different from the humble posture when he was guarding Baozi. It had undergone earth-shaking changes.
"Uncle Xiong," the boy's big obsidian eyes stared at Uncle Xiong without blinking: "Is there still food? The buns are dirty, and my mother hasn't eaten them yet."
Xiong Da sneered, impatience flashed in his eyes: "It's your first day here? Don't you understand the rules? You're not full, you're hungry! Are you allowed to waste the food in the city at will?"
The little boy bit his lip tightly with his white teeth, while his obsidian eyes stared at the stone house behind him full of worry.
Seeing his understanding, Xiong Da finally regained the dignity that had been trampled under his feet by Lin Chu. In an instant, he straightened his chest and back, and his small eyes flashed fiercely.
“Everyone’s daily rations are rationed!”
Xiong Da rolled his eyes, and a malicious smile appeared on his lips: "However, it is not impossible."
The little boy's eyes lit up: "What?"
"You can ask others to see if anyone is willing to give you food?"
Lin Chu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Xiong Da has never been a good person. He came up with this idea just to make the little boy completely offend everyone in the yard.
If Wu Xiangdu's food was really in short supply, if the little boy went to others to ask for food, he would undoubtedly end up killing them!
The days to come...
Sure enough, just after Xiong Da's words fell, everyone in the courtyard lowered their heads and speeded up the cooking process in a tacit understanding. They hugged the large porcelain bowls in their arms tighter, as if protecting a treasure.
Lin Chu glanced at the little boy for a moment, and saw that he hadn't moved. His white teeth were biting his lips tightly, and his big obsidian eyes stared at Xiong Da, rolling out of the coldness of the winter snowfield.
That look surprised Lin Chu. She knew that the little boy could see through Xiong Da's thoughts.
But... how could he have such terrifying, cold and murderous eyes when he was less than five years old? What... had he experienced?
"You..." Xiong Da's hands and feet went cold when the little boy looked at him, and he scratched his neck and yelled: "What are you looking at? Master Xiong gave you an idea, what's your attitude? You don't know what's good or bad!"
"Axian, come back! Don't embarrass me!"
In the stone house, there was a cold shout like frost. The little boy trembled, and his long eyelashes like a feather fan were half lowered, covering up the seriousness in his eyes. He still looked as well-behaved as he had seen before.
Lin Chu frowned. The voice of the woman in the stone house was like the cry of a nine-turn oriole. It should have been captivating and beautiful, but it was too cold and full of disgust.
Talking to a child like this...
"Mom, I..."
Lin Chu suddenly raised his head, that person was... the little boy's mother?!
On the bank of the river, the little boy Ah Xian's protection of his mother is still vivid in his mind. In the eyes of anyone, the relationship between him and his mother is so warm and deep that it is enviable.
How could...how could his mother speak so coldly and cruelly to her own child?
"Axian!" The woman's voice in the room sounded again: "If you don't come back, you will never come back again!"