i am goldfinger

The gray and dilapidated stone walls keep passing by, as if the curtains of life are receding one scene after another, and the next one will come one after another. The old and the new alternate without a gap.All hesitation, regret, sadness, shame, and immersion in the negativity of the previous game will only consume the gift of life at this moment.

Putting the useless guilt behind him, Zhao Wenle took slow and regular steps to guide himself into deep thought.

After getting along for many days, he still hasn't figured out the details of Song Li.

I don't see going out to work, I don't see anything, I don't even interact with people, but I have a strong skill and no worries about food and clothing.Every word and action is sincere and free from worry and fear.

In fact, I don't really understand the feelings for this person, but I feel happy when I am around him, and I don't want to share it with others, and I don't want to let go.

After this matter is over, he has to find a way to put him away, so as not to have a second Wang Yingchun.

When passing by Yingchun's house, I stopped for a while. Looking across the street, the door of the dilapidated building was closed, and children's cries and women's yelling could be heard from inside from time to time, "What are you going out to play? I'm the one to wash the dirty clothes! Like your white-eyed wolf sister, she only cares about herself and only collects debts from birth!" Adults often use love and experience as prisons to imprison and stifle children's closeness to nature.

The child beat on the door sadly and anxiously, but dared not disobey his mother's order.

The green leather wooden door ruthlessly obstructs it. It doesn't understand life's admiration for freedom, and it looks coldly at children behaving like rascals.

The sun was setting heavily, Zhao Wenle was caught by Song Li when he stepped into the courtyard gate.

"Little devil, running around again?"

"Brother Song!" Zhao Wenle frowned.

In the setting sun, the handsome men and women were peeling celery around the basket, and they turned their heads to look at him at this time, all of them had soft eyebrows and smiles on their lips, and the atmosphere was warm.

Holding back his smile, the boy curled his lips and rolled his eyes at him, "None of your business."

"Oh, your face changes, it changes after a while, it's very skillful."

Zhao Wenle sniffed and frowned, "What did you cook in the pot, it seems to be mushy?"

"Hey, really!" Yingchun hurriedly put down the celery and ran to the kitchen, twisted the lid of the pot, the pork ribs in the pot were stewed peacefully, the heat was just right, and she muttered doubtfully, "It's not mushy." She opened the curtain and wanted to go back, but saw a small bench It has been occupied by teenagers. In the orange light, two boys, one big and one small, are arguing with each other. You come and I go and enjoy it. No matter how difficult it is for others to penetrate, they put down the curtain in a daze and look for other things to do.

Zhao Wenle carelessly peeled the celery, and his eyes rolled on the man opposite. The man was tall, with well-proportioned flesh and bones. His exposed neck and wrists were white and smooth, with graceful lines, his back was straight, and his limbs were slender. No matter what he did, he was calm and elegant.

"Brother Song must be very attractive." Zhao Wenle smacked his mouth.

"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and curled his lips, "What do you say?"

"It's trendy, the little boy is very popular~"

"..."

"Really, men and women take it all." The young man nodded vigorously, his eyes serious.

"You know quite a lot." Slightly surprised.

"Hey~" The young man moved his head mysteriously, and whispered, "On the way back today, I saw Brother Hu pushing a boy against the corner and beating him!"

The man was silent for a second, rubbed the top of the boy's hair, "Stay away from Brother Hu." He got up and took the peeled celery to the kitchen.

Zhao Wenle followed the man's back with his eyes, and kicked the leaf stalks on the ground into a pile when someone entered the door, went to get the broom in the corner, and recalled the man's expression while sweeping. There was no disgust, contempt, or dislike in his eyes, and his expression remained motionless, as if he said it himself. It's a big deal.

Probably... good news?

In the evening, a few people surrounded the stove, and Yingchun put a beautiful fruit plate on a plate. The old man was very curious, and Zhao Wenle clamored to play backgammon.

Living conditions were poor since he was a child, and he didn't have any toys. After his grandma became paralyzed, he didn't even have time to watch other people play.I played backgammon in school, pure handmade, low cost, easy to make.The chessboard is drawn with pen and ink in the notebook, and circles are drawn as chess pieces, with black as solid and white as hollow. Zhao Wenle's IQ is not low, and he doesn't know how to give in. After a month, the students don't like to play chess with him. He loses too fast, which is boring.

He hasn't played since.

Taking out the notebook and pen, Zhao Wenle looked at Song Li provocatively, and half an hour later he screamed in disbelief that he was defeated.

There was knocking outside the courtyard, Zhao Wenle ran to open the door, and a young man in fancy clothes said impatiently, "Brother Hu wants me to inform you that many people died in Nanfu Lane last night, and many children were missing. Don't go out."

The boy's eyes flashed, and he nodded, "Okay, thank you brother."

The young man nodded slightly and went to knock on the next one.

After returning to the house and talking about the matter, Song Li's expression was calm, and Zhao Wenle imitated the worry on the faces of the two of them.

After eating the fruit plate, no one was in the mood to make trouble anymore. Song Li was about to take Yingchun away, and several people were saying goodbye to each other. Zhao Wenle suddenly bent over and laughed, his face was full of pain, and cold sweat dripped down.

Needless to say, Song Li carried the boy on his back with a sullen face, greeted him, and went straight to the hospital.

Running all the way, the scenery beside the road was fleeting, and the wind poured into the eardrums and bulged.Zhao Wenle had cramps in her abdomen, tears were falling down, and she was angry, "Brother Song, I'm going to die..."

"No." Determined.

"Brother Song, why are you so nice to me?"

"...I'll tell you when you grow up."

"...Can you always be nice to me?"

"Ah."

The boy buried his head on the man's shoulder and neck, and his arms around the man's neck tightened.

He went to the emergency department in the hospital, and the diagnosis was food allergy. Zhao Wenle was lying on the hospital bed and drenched in water.

Song Li looked at the pale young man who was staring at him without blinking, and talked with him distressedly, never leaving him.

the other side.

Yingchun was comforting the worried old man when he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling from far and near "Yaoer----! Yaoer-----"

My heart tightened, and I couldn't help but listen carefully.The voice gradually increased, and after a while, someone knocked on the door, "Grandma Zhao! Lele! Are you at home?"

It's my parents!

Yingchun panicked and didn't dare to answer, so she hurriedly opened the door of the stone house and asked Grandma Zhao to respond across the yard.

"Lele is not here, what's the matter?"

"Please wait for Lele to come back and ask for me. Did you see Yao'er this afternoon? My Yao'er doesn't know where he went, and he won't go home until it's dark..." Afterwards, he seemed unable to continue, only sobbing .

Grandma Zhao agreed.

Yingchun's father said outside the door, "It's not you! You are so fierce all day long, can't you talk well, what do children know?"

"You know what you know! You have to scold me if you don't understand! A lot of people died in Nanfu Street last night. Let me tell you that the surname is Wang. His daughter has disappeared. If something happens to my son again..."

The sound of the woman crying and screaming gradually faded away.

In the house, Yingchun was restless, her face was pale, "Yao'er is gone!"

In exchange for Grandma Zhao to comfort, "Yingchun, don't worry, your mother must be too strict, Yao'er took the opportunity to go out to play, and went home by herself when she was hungry."

That's what he said, but Brother Hu sent someone to let him know that if he couldn't find it tonight, it might be difficult to find it in the future.

Yingchun bit her lower lip tightly and was in a state of confusion. Her family had two children, a boy and a girl, and they eloped with someone, just thinking that there was a younger brother down there, and someone would be filial to the family. Now the younger brother is gone, and the youngest is only eight. Years old... She is already unfilial, and she can no longer hide here selfishly.

Unable to sit still any longer, Yingchun said, "I'm going to find Yao'er, I know where he likes to go! Grandma, thank you for taking care of me these days, if I don't come back tomorrow morning...you don't have to look for me again." She naturally knew that she was also stared at by many people.

The old man on the bed looked at the resolute girl bowing to her and finally just sighed.

Yingchun put on Grandma Zhao's old cotton-padded clothes, and covered her head with a dusty scarf. At first glance, she looked like a little old lady.Be wary of going out, don't look much along the way, just want to find a few places Yao'er often goes to, but just after turning a corner, someone covers her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

"Is it her? You can't make a mistake, right?"

"Not wrong, the only woman who went out."

Yingchun's rapidly drowsy consciousness flashed the last light.Someone betrayed her...

In the hospital, Song Li, who was peeling oranges for Zhao Wenle, paused for a moment, then got up suddenly.

The boy nervously grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Where are you going?"

"There's something wrong." Song Li frowned, and carefully put the young man's loose needle back on the edge of the bed.

"Don't leave!" Zhao Wenle stubbornly grabbed the hem of his clothes, stared eagerly, and had an inexplicable premonition in his heart that something irreparable would happen once this person left his sight.

Song Li looked down at the back of his hands, thought for a while, and then sat back down.

Zhao Wenle's heart relaxed.

Four beds were set up in the temporary ward, and two patients were lying there. The other was a round-faced little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Her left calf was bound with a bandage. Parents, mother, grandpa, and brother were all standing in front of the bed, discussing whether to go home or not. In the hospital, my mother said that I would eat well at home, and my father said that there was hospital insurance, and they argued endlessly.

Zhao Wenle looked at Song Li expectantly, "Brother Song, tell me about your family?" He was suddenly curious about this man.

Song Li thought for a while, "My father..." paused, "Father is a general..."

Government warlord? "No wonder he's good at it!"

He didn't care about the boy's interruption, and continued to say, "Mom is a famous lady, and Dad rarely comes home. His job is to protect the family and the country, and protect the people of the world..."

"So your name is Song Li?"

Nodded, "My mother had fewer people to take care of me when she was pregnant, and I was born early. I was in poor health since I was a child, and I often had fever and colds. I almost couldn't survive a few times, so my mother was not as strict with me as other families..."

Song Li suddenly fell into hesitation, "Later, I seem to have picked up a brother."

The story stopped here, and Zhao Wenle urged, "Can I pick this up too? And then?"

"I forgot." The memory after that was like being locked in a gate and locked. The exterior of the gate was painted with the scenery of day after day. At a glance, it was the past, and he couldn't find where the lock was.

"Ah?" Zhao Wenle couldn't tell if this person did it on purpose, so he stopped talking.

Song Li put his finger on the center of his brow, feeling very puzzled, for those who are cultivators only don't want to remember, they don't remember if it doesn't exist.

Everything after going up the mountain is vivid, so the seal should be made before cultivation, but who would care about a beggar who has no father or mother?

Brotherhood.

There are thousands of poor people in the world, but why did you choose yourself alone?

Song Liling Terrace was completely clear.

"Before you asked me why I was nice to you?"

"Huh?" Zhao Wenle's eyes lit up, could it be related to the brother who picked it up?

"I'll wait for you to tell me." There is no love and hate without a reason in the world, so why are you being nice to me?

"..." Hehe, teasing me.