The Fairy in Fast Time

一

Gray-black clouds stretched silently across the sky, gloomy and gloomy, and the wind and rain were about to come.

Chaoyang Orphanage.

A thin, nine-year-old boy leaned silently in front of the dilapidated door, his empty eyes fixed on the ground, he didn't look like a normal child at all.

He was only wearing a shabby black overcoat, which was as long as his calves. As for the overcoat, there was no clothing at all, only a thin body covered with scars.

Only he himself knew that these scars on his body were all whipped by his crazy biological mother.

"Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time." A soft voice sounded from behind the boy, and immediately, his cold hand was held by a warm little hand.

"Let's go, it's time for dinner, or we won't have anything to eat if it's too late." Wen Han, who was three years younger than the boy, pulled him into the orphanage.

The boy pursed his lips slightly, his light brown eyes were as quiet as pools of stagnant water, which made people shudder.

But the child who was pulling him didn't have the slightest fear, and still chatted to him with a bright smile, for example, today Huang Xiaobo peed his pants again, Da Nan tore Lili's head flower, and Xiaolu fell on the ground...

For Jiang Zigui, who was only abandoned in the orphanage half a month ago, the child in front of him really made him incomprehensible.

I can't understand why he treats himself so well for no reason.

pity?

Or is it mercy?

But neither seems to be the case.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Jiang Zigui sat on the dilapidated children's chair with a hoarse voice, staring at the four meat buns on the small round table without blinking.

It was half an hour ago that Wen Han had spent a lot of energy snatching it from the thermos bucket in the cafeteria.

Yes, grab.

There are about 100 orphans in the Chaoyang Orphanage, ranging from two or three years old to fifteen or sixteen years old, and they are managed by age.

Wen Han and Jiang Zigui belong to the age group of 5-10 years old, and there are about 40 of them.

Therefore, every time it was time for meals, Wen Han had to grab his share of meals among the more than 40 children, otherwise he would be hungry.

But since Jiang Zi came back, Wen Han had to grab double the food.

No way, who made this beautiful little brother in front of him look like he doesn't know the fireworks in the world all day long, and he doesn't even know how to grab food.

If you don't eat, you will die.

Moreover, the children in the Chaoyang Orphanage usually live in a dormitory for two. Wen Han's original roommate had been vacant since he was taken away two days ago, and Jiang Zi just happened to live with him after he returned.

But if he really wants to find out why Wen Han treats Jiang Zigui so well, he just simply doesn't want him to be so lifeless.

Watering a flower that is about to wither into a beautiful and beautiful appearance, Wen Han has been very happy to do this kind of thing since he was a child.

"Because...we are good friends." Wen Han took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, said something vaguely, then picked up another steamed stuffed bun and handed it to the person sitting beside him, "Eat quickly, It won't taste good when it's cold."

Jiang Zigui was silent for a moment, staring at the bun in Wen Han's hand for a few seconds, then hesitantly took it over, put it on his lips and bit it lightly.

For Jiang Zigui, the meals he ate since he was a child are almost all made by foreign chefs hired by his family. Although those delicacies are exquisite and beautiful, they are flashy.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Wen Han gently poked Jiang Zigui's face and asked in a low voice.

The pale boy didn't say anything, just gnawed on the bun with lowered eyelashes, chewed and swallowed.

"Is the wound hurting? I'll apply some medicine to you after eating, and it won't hurt after applying the medicine!" Wen Han smiled softly, and comforted him: "Auntie Dean's medicine is very useful .”

At this time, the orange light bulb emitted a soft light, projecting on the two children's bodies, as if covered with a pale golden halo.

The room is pitifully small, only about ten square meters, but it makes people feel warm.

After finishing dinner, Wen Han knelt and sat behind Jiang Zigui, carefully applying ointment on him.

The bruises on his back were lightly touched by his fingertips, and the cool touch made Jiang Zigui close his eyes gently, enjoying the tranquility quietly.

"It hurts, you have to tell me."

At this time, the torrential rain poured down, crackling and hitting the glass windows, sliding down and forming water stains.

"……Um."

There was an inaudible response from inside the house.

two

The life in the orphanage is dull and hard. The half-grown children all had an unfortunate encounter, which led to their thinking being much precocious compared to the children in ordinary families. Therefore, some careful thinking and small calculations No wonder.

In the eyes of these children, dislike is just dislike, and there is no need for any reason at all.

Especially for children who lived in orphanages since they were young, and children around the age of thirteen or fourteen, what they said and what they did often did not pass through their brains.

"Who would you show me with a stern face all day long, and still think of yourself as a rich young master?"

"Tsk, this look, it's really uncomfortable to look at..."

"Hey, are you talking! Are you dumb!?"

……

The boy sitting on the stone chair under the tree was unmoved, looking at the book spread on his lap with lowered eyelashes.

At this time, the sunlight fell on Jiang Zigui's body through the branches, forming several light spots.

Chen Hu took a step forward and directly overturned Jiang Zigui's book, grabbed his collar and lifted it up, squinting his eyes and said: "I have long disliked you."

Immediately, a severe pain came from his lower body, which made him grunt and loosen his hand involuntarily.

Jiang Zigui straightened his crumpled collar casually, and said flatly, "You are so noisy."

Hearing this, Chen Hu clutched his crotch, the maliciousness in his eyes revealed, he gritted his teeth and said: "...you dare to kick me, how impatient you are!?"

Jiang Zigui leaned over to pick up the dropped books, turned around with an indifferent expression, and planned to find Wen Han.

"Brother Hu, I think this kid owes a lesson."

Saying that, the three teenagers accompanying Chen Hu surrounded Jiang Zigui, completely engulfing the nine-year-old boy in the shadows.

Chen Hu took a deep breath to hold back the pain, and said coldly, "Give it to me, beat me to death!"

"Clap."

There was a slight sound of the book falling on the ground, Jiang Zigui pursed his lips tightly, struggling violently and being pressed into the mud by the teenagers, his clean clothes were messed up in an instant.

After all, he was only a nine-year-old child, and he couldn't resist being beaten and kicked by three thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys.

Jiang Zigui curled up, his gaze swept across their cheeks, remembering their appearance, and looking for opportunities to take revenge one by one in the future.

The old wounds on his body were not completely healed, but this one made them worse.

"Stop--! Don't, don't hit--!" Wen Han put the lunch box in his hand aside, and ran towards them with his legs, almost crying in anxiety.

"Tsk, where is the little brat?"

Wen Han recklessly rushed in and stood in front of Jiang Zigui, crying in his voice, "It's wrong to hit someone!"

"Yo, what is this, my brother is deeply affectionate?" Chen Hu couldn't help mocking, "Start, otherwise you will even be together."

"No! Auntie Dean said, you can't fight..." Wen Han stubbornly stood where he was, and said sternly.

"Will you let me go?" Chen Hu frowned impatiently, snapping his fingers.

Wen Han lowered his head to help Jiang Zigui up, without saying a word, he showed everything with his actions.

"A-Han, hurry up." Jiang Zigui whispered in his ear, with a gloomy expression.

Wen Han shook his head slowly, he didn't want to leave the eldest brother he knew two days ago, he couldn't bear it.

Seeing this, Chen Hu gave an inexplicable laugh, raised his hand and shook it left and right, so the other three teenagers surrounded them again, and Jiang Zigui couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly with the loathing and disdain in their eyes. punched.

"Oh!" Jiang Zigui pulled Wen Han into his arms, blocked the fist coming from the side for him, and groaned in pain.

"Brother!" Wen Han's tears immediately fell.

He watched Jiang Zigui gritted his teeth and endured the punches and kicks of other children, trying to use his body which was not much bigger than his to support him.

Wen Han looked at his elder brother's hazel eyes with tears in his eyes, feeling extremely wronged in his heart.

Why is such a good person being treated like this?

God, it's not fair.

"Don't be afraid..." Jiang Zigui pressed Wen Han's head on his chest, and a slightly immature voice sounded above his head: "Brother is here."

Wen Han grasped his clothes tightly, feeling that the world was in darkness.

Why are they being bullied like this?

Why would they stay in such a place?

Why……

would be so powerless.

……

I don't know how long time passed, so long that Wen Han thought he was going to die, and in a daze, he seemed to hear the stern voice of the dean's aunt.

"What are you doing! Fighting is forbidden in the orphanage!"

"No, we didn't..."

The pressure around him suddenly eased.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Zigui looked at the four teenagers standing in front of the dean's aunt with dark eyes, and hugged Wen Han's body tightly with his hands.

"Shut up! Get the hell out of here in the confinement room!" The dean's aunt was furious, and she scolded them all over the face.

So, the four teenagers shrugged indifferently, and left the place carelessly.

Wen Han silently raised his head, immediately put his arms around Jiang Zigui's neck, and said anxiously, "Brother, are you okay? Let's go back and apply the medicine now!"

Jiang Zigui looked away, gently rubbed the back of Wen Han's head with his hands, buried his face into his neck with a tired expression, and said softly, "It's okay." After speaking, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Big brother? Big brother..." Wen Han struggled to support Jiang Zigui, panicked in his heart, and hurriedly shouted to the dean's aunt not far away: "Auntie! What should I do, my brother passed out!"

The dean hurried over and leaned over to touch Jiang Zigui's face, with a worried expression on his face, he said, "I'll take him to the infirmary first, you go back to the dormitory first."

"No, I'll be with you!" Wen Han's eyelashes were still wet, and his voice was so soft that the aunt dean's heart softened.

"Okay." Saying that, the young and beautiful female dean put Jiang Zigui on her back, and walked quickly to the infirmary with Wen Han.