God's Gift

Yu Youyou stared at Fang Ziang's bleeding arm for a few seconds, then raised her head to look at his face which was covered in dust and had several scratches.

"What's wrong? Did you fall somewhere?" Fang Ziang was still gasping for breath and looking at the mountains behind him. When he didn't get an answer from Yu Youyou, he quickly lowered his head to look at the puppy in his arms.

"No." Yu Youyou shook her head. Fang Ziang was holding her up just now, so she didn't fall at all.

"That's fine, that's fine." Fang Ziang took a few deep breaths, freed one hand, wiped his forehead which was wet with dust and sweat, and just as he was about to lift his foot, he felt a tearing pain in his ankle.

Fang Ziang hissed in pain and looked down at his ankle, only to find that the ankle joint was protruding outward and had been broken.

At this moment, his senses seemed to wake up, and the severe pain surged up, causing tears to form in his eyes.

"Let's go..." Fang Ziang held back his tears, hugged Yu Youyou who had already slipped down, and continued to run down the mountain with a limp.

The thick smoke in the mountains dissipated a lot, and a few drops of bright red blood fell on the withered yellow leaves, mixed with a few drops of salty tears.

Huge tears fell on Yu Youyou's white fur. Yu Youyou raised her head and stared at Fang Ziang.

Perhaps because he felt too embarrassed, Fang Ziang forced himself not to make a sound and clenched his teeth tightly.

But Yu Youyou's dark eyes were fixed on Fang Ziang. Being stared at like this, Fang Ziang couldn't hold back his tears. Thinking of the shock he had just received in the temple and the things he had encountered along the way, he felt even more aggrieved.

Big tears rolled down his face, but Fang Ziang's mouth remained hard.

"I'm not scared."

"Oh." Yu Youyou blinked and quickly responded, "No."

"I just feel unlucky. Why is it that this kind of thing always happens to me..." Fang Ziang walked with difficulty, his voice trembling with sobs.

"If I had known, I would not have come to Songbird Academy. What's the use of A-level mental power. I didn't want to fight with them, nor did I want to do anything big. Why do I have to come to suffer in these trials..."

Perhaps because he was frightened too much, Fang Ziang began to pour out what was in his heart.

"What's the use of A-level mental power? As long as there is an S-level, everyone will only see the S-level."

"But I don't want to be seen by anyone. I just want to live an ordinary life. Why should I be so awesome? If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. I just want to lie flat..."

Fang Ziang's voice was still trembling, and he kept wiping the tears from his face with his muddy hands. He muttered a lot, all complaining about why he came to Songbird Academy.

Yu Youyou didn't say anything either. She just listened to Fang Ziang's talk and responded from time to time.

After a long while, Fang Ziang wiped the tears from his face.

"No, I have to stay at Songbird Academy. I can't leave while Ali is here."

Yu Youyou tilted her head, "Do you like Ali so much?"

"Of course!" Fang Ziang limped and his voice trembled, but he answered without hesitation.

Yu Youyou had a puzzled look on her face. She shook her ears and asked again, "Why do you like Ali?"

"There's no reason why. I just like her. I've liked her since the first time I saw her. I still like her even after seeing her countless times..." Fang Ziang still didn't hesitate at all about his answer.

"Oh..." Yu Youyou nodded as if she understood, and then fell silent again.

"How could you understand?" Fang Ziang wiped his tears and staggered down the mountain.

Yu Youyou didn't say anything. She put her paws under her chin and looked ahead with her pair of dark eyes.

"Thank you today." When Yu Youyou was quiet, Fang Ziang suddenly remembered this again, and his voice sounded a little awkward.

"It's okay." Yu Youyou responded nonchalantly.

"You can't laugh at me because of this..." Fang Ziang looked at the village getting closer and closer, and began to instruct Yu Youyou again, "You can't tell them that I cried, especially Ali and Shen Minghua..."

"I got it. I won't tell you." Yu Youyou yawned, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, she jumped off Fang Ziang's body and walked beside him.

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The night is quiet and the wind blows silently.

Lu Keming did not sleep well at Grandma Li's house. He fell asleep but could not wake up.

It was a dead winter in District E when he was young.

Heavy snow covered the streets, and a biting cold wind blew through the alleys.

He was wearing tattered clothes he had found in a garbage dump. He looked emaciated, and his feet seemed to be frozen by the snow on the ground as he walked in the alleys with slow steps.

It was windy and snowy, and my stomach, which hadn't eaten for two days, felt like it was burning with pain.

With snowflakes condensed on his eyelashes, he walked aimlessly and stopped downstairs of a restaurant.

Heavy snow was fluttering in the air, and he looked up at the scene in the window glass on the second floor of the hotel.

It was a family of three. The mother took a cotton jacket and put it on her five or six-year-old son, and the father was carefully lighting the candles on the palm-sized cake in front of him.

The son fell into his mother's arms coquettishly, and no one knew what he was saying.

They didn't seem to be wealthy, but the parents still prepared this birthday carefully.

The boy stood downstairs, staring at the scene in the window, unable to move at all.

The white snow fell on his red, sore face, gradually covering his thin body. He was about to turn into a snowman in the snow.

The old lady from the steamed bun shop next door put the risen dough into the steamer, and when she came out she saw the little boy standing in the snow.

She quickly left the store, pulled the boy into the store, and took out a towel to wipe the snow off his body. "It's still snowing, why are you standing in the snow like you've lost your soul?"

The boy was silent and said nothing.

"Like a mute." The old woman seemed to be used to it. She wiped the snow off the boy's body, turned around, took a few steamed buns and stuffed them into the boy's arms.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I thought you died in some corner..." The mother-in-law handed the steamed bun to the boy and turned back to do her own things, muttering to herself as she worked.

"Okay, if you have something to eat, go back quickly. Don't stand in the snow any longer. Don't be afraid of getting sick. If you get sick in this heavy snow... you won't be able to make it to spring."

The boy stood there for a long time, put the steamed buns in his arms, turned around and walked out of the steamed bun shop.

Someone was running hurriedly in the alley. The boy didn't look up, but looked at the footprints on the snow on the ground. He took a few steps and suddenly heard a gunshot behind him.

He turned around suddenly, and a few drops of warm liquid splashed into his eyes, making his vision blood red.

There were several screams all around, and passers-by became agitated and ran away in all directions.

"Killing! Killing!"

The boy did not move at all. He stood there blankly, watching the old woman gradually falling down in the steamed bun shop in front of him. Time seemed to be frozen and all the scenes were infinitely stretched.

A flower of blood bloomed on her chest, and the splattered blood covered the boy's body.

"Why is this happening again? This is the nth time this month. Is there anyone in charge of District E..." The murderer had already fled. A crowd of onlookers gathered around. Some people were whispering behind them, as if they were accustomed to this kind of thing.

Lu Keming stood there for a long time. When the crowd came over, he stepped out of the crowd step by step and looked down at the blood-stained bun in his arms.

The snow was still falling, and the red and white buns were dazzlingly white.

After a long time, he picked up the steamed bun, chewed it and swallowed it bite by bite.