sell leaves

Chapter 45

Am I out of control again?
The young Chongwu stood there in a daze, his eyes were blood red, a man with a broken leg was looking at him in horror in the corner of this dilapidated room.

"ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"

The brown spots faded away slowly, and Chongwu's childish face reappeared.

"Monster Monster!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

The people in the corner watched Chongwu slowly turn into a child, and their spirits finally collapsed. They never thought that the child who was going to be abducted was such an existence.

Pale yellow liquid flowed from his crotch, mixed with the blood from the broken leg, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Are these all done by me?
The five-year-old Chongwu looked around blankly, how similar it was when his father died
Chongwu was born in a small village. Chongwu's mother turned into a stone because of Chongwu's birth. Chongwu's father did not blame Chongwu. On the contrary, he spent a lot of money to seal the mouth of the midwife, and loved Chongwu deeply. , the young Chongwu lived until he was 4 years old. On his 4th birthday, his father was beaten to the ground by the village bully who came to collect rent, and then Chongwu didn’t remember anything.
When he woke up again, there were corpses all around him, and no one dared to take a step here. People looked at the young Chonggo with fear in their eyes.

I did this?
Chongwu stepped on the blood on the ground, first went to see his father's body, and then, like ordinary children, lay down on his father's already stiff body, crying and calling his father's name.
There was not a single village bully left in the village, all of them were gone neatly, and Chong Wu was also carrying a big bag, and was sent to a neighboring village by the only ninja in the village—a 50-year-old ninja.

Like all orphans in the neighboring village, Chongwu became a beggar, begging for food under the leadership of a teenage elder brother, and getting a share of food.

After more than ten months of living with hunger and food like this, the dazed Chongwu was taken into a dilapidated house by a group of adults, thinking that Chongwu was a kind-hearted person who wanted to adopt him, and he was very happy and lived happily. down.

Chong Wu's brain is a bit dull, so whether it's cheating or stealing, I can't learn it, and even the first time I was caught stealing
The traffickers singled out Chongwu, locked him in a small dark room, beat him, humiliated him, and denied him food. There was a hissing sound coming from Chongwu, and none of these unlucky people came out of the small room alive. Black room. (The one with the broken leg also died from the bleeding and fright. It is the most comfortable one to die.)

"Monster" muttered to Chongwu standing in the broken house.

"I'm a monster."

Tears overflowed from his eyes, slid down his smooth little face, fell to the ground, smashed into pieces.
Chongwu sat down slowly, hugged his legs, buried his face deeply between his legs
"Ah, am I late?"

A silver light flashed, and a middle-aged man with black and white hair appeared out of nowhere, and stepped on the bloody spot.

Chongwu raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had his eyes closed, holding a strange thing in his hand, and a large horizontal log on his back.

"Are you here to kill me, this monster?" Chongwu trembled, and a faint hiss came from him.

"Oh? I'm here to save you~" The middle-aged man found a clean place, put down a stool, flicked his wide sleeves, and sat down.

"Oh" Chongwu replied, hugged his legs and buried his face in them again.

"Alas~" The middle-aged man sighed, adjusted the Qianjin (erhu pitch control center), took out the bow, and pulled up the erhu leisurely.

"Erquan Yingyue", a song by Mr. A Bing.

The erhu is a very difficult instrument to learn. It takes far more time and energy than many instruments in terms of technique and pitch. The poignant and moving pieces are an absolute field that the erhu cannot surpass.There is no so-called elegance of the piano, nor the sharpness of the suona. The erhu is just the erhu, melodious, beautiful, but sharp.

Zhuge Wuming's erhu is not a famous erhu, but his level is first-class. Chongwu, who was already sad, became even more sad when he heard the sound of erhu. His tears wet the linen pants that just reached his knees, and they flowed like money.
Half an hour later, Wuming stopped playing the erhu and carried the erhu behind his back.

He stood up, flicked his sleeves to retract the stool, and then stepped on the blood and walked to Chongwu who was still sobbing.

"Want to have a loved one? Come with me?"

He stretched out his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, quiet, natural, and inexplicably kind.

Chongwu stopped sobbing slowly, rubbed his face on his pants, and then raised his head, his young voice was a little trembling: "I am a monster and I will kill you." After speaking, he moved his head deeply buried in the legs.

Zhuge Wuming touched Chongwu's dark brown hair (stained with blood, it would turn dark brown after the blood dried), pieces of blood scabs fell from his hair, and the orange hair was slowly revealed.

"No, I will teach you how to control him."

Wuming spoke in as soft a voice as possible, and the movements in his hands also slowed down.

"No, I can't control him, you will die, you will definitely die." Chongwu shook his head, and more blood scabs fell down and spread on his side.

"Hehe~" Wuming smiled and forcibly pulled him up.

"Boy, you have to be clear about one thing."

Wuming looked directly at him, looked at his swollen eyes, and said seriously: "With you, you can't kill me."

Chongwu was stunned, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Now, dry your tears and leave this stinking house with me, don't you smell the rot?"

The smell of blood, the smell of incontinence after death, the rotten smell of microorganisms multiplying in the human body, and the damp and decaying smell of the house, all kinds of smells are intertwined together, which can almost faint people directly .

Chongwu retched, and quickly ran out of the dilapidated house.

It was already dark, and there was silence around the houses in the outskirts of the village, only the howling of wolves and birds from afar.

Chongwu was lying on the side of the road, retching non-stop, but he couldn't vomit out yellow-green gastric juice and bile - he hadn't eaten for two days.

"Wipe your mouth and drink porridge."

Like Doraemon, Zhuge Wuming took out some napkins from his sleeves and a bowl of hot porridge.

Chongwu retched twice again, reached out to take the paper, wiped his face, and wiped his hands again, seeing that his hands were a little cleaner, he took the bowl of rice porridge that was still steaming.

"Drink!"

Zhuge Wuming didn't know why, but he was in a particularly good mood, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said to Chongwu with a smile.

"Yeah..." Zhong Wu nodded honestly, and sipped the porridge in small sips.

"It's a bit monotonous." Wuming murmured, and began to pull out his sleeves again.

"Let's eat." It was a small bag of mustard.

Chongwu glanced at it, held the bowl tightly with one small hand, and took the mustard with the other small hand.

Then he held something in both hands, staring blankly at Wuming.

"Won't you put down the bowl first!"

Seeing Chongwu who was clutching the porridge tightly, Zhuge Wuming secretly cursed at the idiot, and with a wave of his sleeve, a small chair and a small table appeared in front of Chongwu.

"Sit down and drink."

"Oh." Chongwu agreed, took a furtive look at Zhuge Wuming, and then drank porridge with pickles.

A small bowl of porridge was finished in a while, Zhuge Wuming looked at the bottom of the bowl where his face could be seen under the moonlight.

"enough?"

"not enough."

"You are honest." Zhuge Wuming smiled helplessly, and took out a pancake from his sleeve: "Go on."

Zhongwu nodded, holding the pancake bigger than his head, and slowly gnawing on it.

"Remember, I said, I'm not afraid of you getting out of control."

Zhuge Wuming looked at the house in the distance, and said to Chongwu who was eating pancakes.

Chongwu froze, stopped eating the pancakes, and raised his head to look at this handsome middle-aged man with black and white long hair.

"Now, I'll let you see why I'm not afraid of you."

Saying that, Zhuge Wuming raised his hand and shouted, "Fire!"

The orange-red fire suddenly ignited, engulfing the houses of the corpses in an instant, illuminating the entire sky.

Chongwu was already stunned, he stared blankly at the small black room where he had been locked up for more than half a month, and it turned into ashes like this.

After burning for a while, seeing that it was almost burned, Zhuge Wuming smiled: "Cloud, rain."

The cloud covered the moon for an instant, followed by pouring rain
"Wow"

The heavy rain quickly doused the flames, leaving behind many green smoke.

"stop!"

The rain stopped, leaving behind a field of wet ashes.

"It doesn't look good."

Zhuge Wuming stroked his short beard and looked at the broken walls and ruins emitting green smoke in the distance.

"wind!"

The gust of wind suddenly picked up, and the hanging little Chongwu staggered forward, almost crawling to the ground.

The strong wind swept up the ashes and took them to an unknown distance. Where the house used to be, there was only land that seemed to be wiped out by some force
Zhuge Wuming lowered his head and looked at Chongwu who was holding onto the pie tightly: "Now, do you still think you can hurt me?"

Chongwu swallowed, then subconsciously took a bite of the pancake, and then quickly swallowed it.

"Are you a ninja?"

Chongwu raised his head, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

"No, but many ninjas are not as good as me."

Zhuge Wuming squatted down halfway, and pinched Chongwu's dirty little face.

"How about it, do you want to follow me?"

"Ok!"

Chongwu nodded his head heavily, tears welled up in his eyes again.

He's just a 5-year-old kid!

"I won't wander anymore from now on." Zhuge Wuming hugged the trembling Chongwu, while Chongwu was weeping silently, still tightly holding the big cake in his hand.

In the night, Wuming held the lamp in one hand and Chongwu's little hand in the other, and walked towards the darkness, while Chongwu held onto the big cake tightly, taking a bite from time to time.

"Where are we going?" Chong Wu took another bite of the pie and asked.

"Go find other people who are as miserable as you. They are waiting for me."

"Oh" Zhongwu replied honestly, and then said with some hesitation: "Then shall I leave some cakes for them?"

He looked at the half-eaten pie with reluctance. He had never seen such a big pie whether he was begging or abducted!
"Hahahaha~ No need, you can eat!" In the dark night, Zhuge Wuming laughed loudly, and there was the sound of the tape recorder running quietly.

This is absolutely black history!

(End of this chapter)