Everyone Loves White Lotus

Outside.

Tuanzi heard his mother's cry at the door, couldn't help but patted the door panel, cried and said urgently: "Let go of my mother, let go of my mother... woo..."

Fingers stuck in the crack of the door, trying to pry open the locked door with the body of a five-year-old child.

He buckled and dug against the door panel, grinding his fingers into burning pain.

"Mother, mother,...open the door and let my mother out..." He slapped the door panel, almost tearing his throat.

inside the door.

That person forcefully pushed him against the door, half-removed his clothes, and made him cry unceasingly when he found the position. "no, do not want,……"

"What are you looking for me for? Are you looking for me to take care of your mother and son?"

The man gritted his silver teeth, but still couldn't force himself to do so, and cried out, "No,"

"Why do you still keep his things? Are you reluctant to throw them away?" The rabbit woodcarving was surnamed Chi.Boss Jiang remembered this very well.

Ye Jing shook his head, the rudeness behind him made his eyes go dark for a while.

His face was distorted and turned pale, he kept crying, and the banging and crying of the group outside the door broke his heart even more. "No, it's not him..."

Be very rude to him.

"no no……"

"What should I do for you? Ye Jing," Boss Jiang gritted his teeth in his ear.

The people outside the door were tired from crying, Xie sat down, leaned against the door, whimpering like a wounded cub.

inside the door.

That man was like a kite with a broken string, he fell down and didn't move for a long time. Boss Jiang picked him up, only to see his extremely white face.His lips were pressed together.

Boss Jiang immediately went to pry open his clenched silver teeth.

He opened his mouth, and a stream of plasma spilled on his neck. Jiang Chen reached out to touch it, and it was cold blood.

Hastily hugged him in his arms, "Ye Jing, Ye Jing."

……

Ye Jing was in a coma for a day, and it was already dusk when he woke up. The Tangdi flowers outside the door curtain were in bloom, with a lingering fragrance, and the slender petals rolled up and fell to the ground withered and yellow.

The person on the couch is thinner than Huang Hua.

When Ye Jing woke up, Tuanzi hadn't finished school yet.

There was a strong smell of boiled herbs lingering inside and outside the house, which was very familiar. Ye Jing lay on the couch, thinking about what happened the night before, but found that there was something beside the pillow.

Holding it in my hand, I found that it was actually the rabbit wood carving.

The man still returned the wood carving to him.Ye Jing looked at the woodcarving and remained silent for a long time.

The boiled medicine was cooled and placed next to him. Ye Jing picked it up, took a sip, and looked at the back of the man who was making the umbrella outside the courtyard.

It was drizzling outside the door.

The man was so thin that he didn't even wear a coir raincoat.

Ye Jing wanted to stay on the bed, but bumped into a round stool, and there was a sound in the room. Boss Jiang came in and saw that he had drunk the medicine, so he went over and took the handkerchief in his hand.

It was wiped on the man's wrists and clothes that were wet with the medicine juice.

Jiang Chen was emotionally depressed, but also remained silent.

Ye Jing was even speechless. After half a day, Boss Jiang spoke up and asked him, "The doctor doesn't know what disease you have, so just tell me. I'll find the doctor and medicine for you."

When Tuanzi came back from school, he saw the kite in the sky, like a bird struggling against the wind, but he couldn't get rid of it after pulling it off again and again.

Tuanzi stared at the kite for a while, then went home with his rucksack on his back.

When I got home, I found that Jiang's Umbrella Shop was still closed, and hadn't opened to welcome visitors in the past two days.I don't know if it's because of self-blame or other reasons for staying up all night in the courtyard and making umbrellas.

Ten days later.

When the weather is fine, Ye Jing will spread out the newly sewn butter-soaked umbrella cover in the yard to dry.

After washing each freshly cut bamboo bone through forty streams of water, he bent down, straightened up, bent down again, and straightened up again.Sweat gradually wet the side of his face, and his eyes were blurred by sweat.

He swiped his hand, sweat dripping from his hands.

After being exposed to the scorching sun and working for a long time, Ye Jing leaned against a wall in the courtyard to stabilize his figure.

"It's useless for you to work so hard. His heart has long been chilled. Is there still a seat for Tuanzi?"

"After you die, Tuanzi will become a helper who welcomes his stepmother, a poor wretch whose father thinks his stepmother doesn't love him."

This voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart, Ye Jing was startled, and found that no one was talking to him, but his brain was talking to himself in another voice.

Ye Jing replied, "Shut up."

"Haha, don't let me talk about it. How did you treat Jiang Chen back then? Do you think he will repay you with kindness? It's a joke."

"Don't be delusional, your end is like..."

Ye Jing roared angrily, "Go back to me."

Boss Jiang saw the man in the yard talking to himself, and suddenly became a little irritable. He walked over, and the man held a piece of bamboo bone to dry.

Suddenly pinching the bamboo bone, the palm of the hand dripped red.

Boss Jiang went to squeeze his hand away, and found that his palm was so tight that he couldn't open it no matter how he squeezed it, so he looked at his face, only to see that Ye Jing's face was ashen, and his head was covered with sweat.

"Ye Jing, Ye Jing?"

The man shook himself, Ye Jing shook his head, and suddenly saw a face appearing in front of him, calling his name.

Ye Jing shook his face, and suddenly there were double images in front of his eyes. Jiang Chen begged himself for a while, watched his downfall with cold eyes, pressed and pushed himself for a while, and dragged himself against him for a while. on the corner.

His expression was ferocious, even forcing out his own timidity.

Ye Jing gradually calmed down.

Boss Jiang saw that his expression eased a little, "Do you still know where this is?"

Ye Jing lost his mind, and after a while, "I just had an auditory hallucination,"

Boss Jiang took him into a daze, "Go back and rest for a while."

Ye Jing nodded. Boss Jiang looked at him, his expression changed. Seeing that Boss Jiang's expression was wrong, Ye Jing raised his hand subconsciously, and touched the corners of his mouth and chin. It was sticky blood.

……

Boss Jiang bought a lot of toys for Tuanzi, paper grasshoppers, paper kites with the best painting skills on the street, boxes of bullets, and new clothes.

After Tuanzi came back, although he was happy to see the toys and new clothes, he only picked up the toys to play with his mother's permission.

He has the liveliness and playfulness of a child of this age, but also has the problem of not paying attention to school.The calligraphy practice arranged by the private school Mr. did not practice a single piece of paper, but he teased the gecko in the corner of the yard.

Boss Jiang would take over the task of being the teacher of the private school, watching Tuanzi do his homework every day, and only allowing him to play after he memorized the text.

Tuanzi has done and memorized all his homework, and usually it gets dark and he can't go anywhere.

Boss Jiang wrote him his own name, "Do you know how to write Jiang Yi's 悒?"

With a wave of his hand, Tuanzi wrote down the word "Tuanzi".

Boss Jiang's face turned pale, "Sir and classmates call you dumpling?"

Tuanzi's voice weakened, "Other children call me Tuanzi, but the master calls me by my name."

"I've copied your name fifty times, and show it to me when I'm done."

The man in the iron mask assigned the task, and Tuanzi stood in front of the table aggrieved, copying the word "悒" word by word.After writing it, his hands became soft, and he only copied it more than twenty times.

But he didn't dare not to copy, he was more afraid of this man in the iron mask than his mother.

Tuanzi learned poetry, and the teacher asked them to memorize the poems.In front of Boss Jiang, Tuanzi couldn't read a sentence for half a day, stuttered, and only read half of it in front of the textbook.

Boss Jiang read out the next two sentences, "There is nowhere to find the spring of eternal regret, and I don't know where to turn it."

Tuanzi listened, not knowing whether it was right or not, and looked at the textbook.

Boss Jiang educated him, "You can't read all the words, and you still want to play?"

Tuanzi was really wronged, he was two years late in private school than the others, he couldn't keep up, and he had too much homework on weekdays, which was too much for him.

"Read it with me again, the return of eternal hate..."

Tuanzi was silent.

Boss Jiang asked him, "Why are you losing your temper again?" Compared with Ye Jing, this group's character is more like his old temper.Playful, curious.Don't listen to advice, little naughty.

But compared to his previous stubbornness, sometimes Tuanzi is more worried like his mother.

Like lingering.

Inborn.

I don't know if it's a trick of fate in the future, or this kind of acquired cultivation.