Conscientiously making soy sauce

The weather in spring also changes as it is said to change. During the day, the sun is shining and the sun is shining. When the sun goes down, the weather will turn around immediately without any discussion.

It began to rain again at night, drizzling bit by bit.The rain brought a burst of coolness. After all, it is still spring, and at night there will still be a hint of coldness from the distant winter that has not melted away. However, the house of the orphanage is built solidly, preventing wind and rain from leaking, and blocking all the coolness and humidity. meaning.Going from the outside to the house is like rushing into an air-conditioned room. The temperature rises and it is so hot that you have to take off your coat.

After checking with the aunts and teachers about the situation of the children that day, and then asking whether the older children who have already gone to school will be taken home, and after checking to see if there is anything, Zhuang Yuan is considered free.It's just that he feels that he is already very free, and he doesn't need to run around for life to count as happiness.

After eating, looking at the restrained boy staring at the TV without changing his posture, Sohara had the illusion that his body was numb and stiff.It's been so long, isn't it uncomfortable?

Moreover, he glanced at the TV, and he just opened the documentary channel he usually watched. It stands to reason that children of this age should like to watch cartoons, but the screen is very serious about World War II, full of gunpowder, cruel The war scenes unfolded frame by frame, one by one died, one by one fell...

The night outside is very dark, only raindrops lightly hitting the eaves and slowly picking up the window lattice.

"Go and take a shower." Thinking about this child's first visit, the switches in the bathroom should be unfamiliar.He followed Xiang Yuhan in, and taught him how to adjust the hot and cold water, where the stopper in the bathtub is, and he is a very competent old lady, worthy of learning and praise.

He sat back on his sofa, lazily spread himself into a very unmotivated pie, and started watching the life of the penguin with the remote control.After watching about half an episode, when a certain penguin abused the poor camera in various ways, the boy came out timidly with wet hair and wearing a newly bought pajamas.

Blue cotton pajamas with a white Snoopy puppy on it. If you ignore the scars on the boy's face, he is actually a very cute and good-looking child.

Zhuang Yuan drew the curtains, carefully locked the windows, and smiled at the cautious boy who had changed into pajamas, "I'll help you dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold easily."

Xiang Yuhan still didn't speak, just sat down obediently, obediently feeling the warm wind blowing on his head, so comfortable and warm that people want to lean on to sleep, just like the feeling given to him by the dean.

"Go to bed early, children need to sleep more, I will help you warm up the milk, and you will have milk every night in the future. Well, there is a small bed in the room, you sleep in that one first, and I will arrange it for you when you get used to it Live with other children." He wiped the child's hair with a towel again, "Sleep first, if you're not used to it, I'll be right next to you, don't be afraid."

"You will no longer be alone."

Xiang Yuhan glanced at him again, and suddenly said, "I'm a bad boy, aren't you afraid of me?"

Zhuang Yuan laughed, and patted him on the head, "You are so young, how is it possible? Who said that? You must not take it seriously."

"They all said so." They all said so, his so-called father, his so-called mother, people he knew, and himself.The boy's eyes were fixed on Zhuang Yuan, everyone said so.

Moreover, the dean of the orphanage should have said the same, he could see it, he could see the fear and rejection in the dean's eyes.Just so what?He doesn't care at all, as long as he can achieve his goal, as long as he can be free, does it have anything to do with him?

"You know you're not bad, just don't take what outsiders say to your heart." Zhuang Yuan shook his head, completely ignoring it. In his opinion, this is just a child being abused by his parents and listening to it in his heart. How pitiful it is.

Xiang Yuhan lowered his head with a half-smile.

My dean, I have told you that I am not a good boy, I have told you that I am a bad seed to the root, it is you who want to keep me, it is you who still insist on getting close to me and holding me, so, My Dean, you are responsible to me.You see, I like you so much, and I am so honest. I told you all my bad things. You accepted me and you kept me.

Although it was still early at this time, the child needed a lot of rest, so Zhuang Yuan turned off the light and went to bed, but he took an e-book and switched to night reading mode, read the book and flipped through the magazines, the faint light illuminated a small piece of the world, It doesn't affect other people's sleep, and he doesn't have to stay awake in bed.He was obsessed with the cool text about fighting monsters and upgrading, but he didn't notice that the child on the crib squinted his eyes and kept looking at him.

look at him.

It was the first time meeting his dean today, but he still felt a little familiar. Could it be that he had seen the dean from a distance before?

The night was thick drop by drop, and the sound of the rain had not stopped. In the darkness, I heard a child tossing and turning, and heard the child whispering something in a low voice.

Zhuang Yuan rubbed his eyes, put on his coat and walked to the small bed, only to see the child curled up into a ball, like a little animal hiding in the dark with no sense of security, caught by the claws of the nightmare, unable to escape and unable to see a trace of it. hope.

So lonely and so panicked, whimpering and unable to wake up.

"It's okay, it's okay. It'll be fine in the future." Seeing the child like this, Zhuang Yuan really felt distressed. He lay down and hugged the child in his arms.

She is very thin, and her bones are a bit cramped. She needs to be fed a lot in the future. She is only cute at this age.

Gently and tenderly stroking the back, softly "It's okay, you are fine now. You will get better in the future."

The child squirmed into Zhuang Yuan's arms, and hugged him tightly, desperately.

Zhuang Yuan was strangled half to death... Uh, if you don't let him go, little bastard, you will commit manslaughter, okay?How can such a thin guy be so strong?This is not scientific.Hey hey, take it easy you little boy.

Tomorrow's waist will definitely be blue, it's really sad, he is actually a weak chicken in this world.Well, in his previous life or before, he was still a weak chicken with zero force value.

Xiang Yuhan was walking on the dark and muddy road, all he could hear was endless insults, all kinds of insults, and at any time, a grim-faced father and a manic mother beat him with various things, belts, kitchen knives , ashtray... The scars on his face were scratched out by his crazy mother with a fruit knife.

It is boundless, and the road under your feet has become a swamp, so you can only sink down like this, into the darkness, and assimilate with the darkness.

"You are just a bad boy. How can you be a good person like your parents?"

"Rolling ugly monster."

"I'll kill you a thief, you didn't learn well at such a young age!"

"I must be a bad guy in the future, look at that..."

Whispering, blatantly, they all said so about him, condemned him so much and looked down on him so much.

He is a bad breed... He knows it, no one will like him, no one will love him, no one will protect him, even his parents are like that, how can he expect others?The surroundings are gloomy and cold, and there is no trace of warmth even if you stretch out your hands.

Fall, there will be no pain if you become one with the darkness.

His mother was screaming "You crazy, you bad bastard, what did you do???! What did you do???"

He was laughing, sneering, what did he do?What hasn't he done?Lying, stealing, hurting, what didn't he do?He was born of mud, he is mud himself.

"You're a devil, you're a devil." The woman screamed madly. "I'm going to kill you. You're not my child. My child died long ago. You're a devil. You're here to kill me."

The crazy woman was lying on the ground with her eyes wide open, a bloody hole in her head was showing a white thing, and the so-called father threw the things in his hands and ran out in fright, yelling that he didn't mean it.Of course he didn't do it on purpose, Xiang Yuhan walked to the side of the dead woman, knelt down and watched, looking at the pale face of the dead woman, he stretched out his hand and put some blood into his mouth.

His mother died, and he didn't feel sad. He didn't feel sad. Instead, he felt a sense of relaxation. It should be his mother, but he wasn't sad.

A crooked person walks crookedly on a crooked road and encounters a crooked house. He has been crooked since he was a child.Everyone said he was bad, but they didn't know that he was worse and more vicious than said.

"It's all right...you'll be all right." What voice?Where is the sound?As clear and shallow as a brook in spring, there is still the distress he can feel.

Distressed?How could someone feel sorry for him?

"It's okay, everything will be fine in the future." Who?who is it?

A ray of light piercing through the darkness split the thick gloom and filth, he raised his eyes and stretched out his hand, trying to catch that ray of light.

Creatures in the dark are actually not looking forward to the light, and want to monopolize the light exclusively for him even more hungry and gluttonous.He is dark, and his heart does not have any good feelings, but he suddenly yearns for someone who can give him warmth.

"It's okay, it's okay." That soft voice was...it was the dean!It's the dean, he won't admit his mistake, only the dean can talk to him like this, only the dean can stand aside so cleanly like the light itself.

He grabbed it with all his strength, grabbed it, couldn't give it away, and would slip away if he gave it away.

Oh my dear, why is this little bastard getting stronger and stronger, his old waist! ! ! !Zhuang Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears, he could only pray that the kid would let him go after a while.Really, what does this strength eat?Is it golden?

It's just that this scene is a little familiar?Where did you meet him?He couldn't remember it anymore, the memory was so vague as if a long time had passed, as if it had been wiped by invisible hands, even the outline was blurred.

Well, if you can't remember it, it should be an unimportant thing. If you forget it, just forget it.

Fortunately, Xiang Yuhan's strength was not inexhaustible, and he loosened after a while.Just as Zhuang Yuan wanted to relax, he didn't expect the child to be extremely nervous, and he got up as soon as he moved...

Zhuang Yuan is so hard, he can only maintain the posture of zombie wooden figure bitterly.

Hey, his old waist, hey, his back and thighs are so numb that he can't feel them anymore.

One night passed, and Zhuang Yuan slept with nightmares. In the dream, he was stuffed into the coffin and couldn't move. Later, some kind of vampire with a vague face came in and tried to attack him! ! !All kinds of things that can be touched and cannot be touched have been touched!

Waking up in excruciating pain, feeling more tired than not sleeping, Zhuang Yuan finally opened his eyes and almost peed in fear.

The boy stared straight at him without blinking, expressionless.

Zhuang Yuan tidied up his petite heart, and tried to show a calm smile, "Are you awake?"

The child lowered his eyes expressionlessly.

Um, he was rejected? ?Zhuang Yuan was a little puzzled, did he not sleep well, or was he still snoring?

In fact, what Xiang Yuhan was looking at was the quilt, the small bed.This is not new, and the bedding should have been used before. His dean has adopted so many children, how many people have slept here?How many people have been comforted and hugged by the dean?How many people also stick close to the dean and smell the sweet milk on his body?He is just one of the adopted children.

In the eyes of young people, there is no difference.

And this gentleness is no different from what others get.

A hole suddenly appeared in my heart, a hole that hungrily wanted to get all the care of the youth, deep, dark, bottomless.