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"Zichen, look over there," my friend pointed to the door of a kindergarten, with interest in his tone,

"It seems that there is campus bullying."

"So?" Ji Zichen, who was just ten years old, stood aside indifferently, holding a book in his hand, a little bit lost in interest.

"Take a look at the kid who was bullied, whether he looks good or not." The friend shook his arm, "Take a look."

Being constantly harassed, Ji Zichen looked up a little annoyed.

Today is a bit cloudy, the usual blue sky is now gray, the sun is submerged by the sea of ​​clouds composed of thousands of clouds, only a few rays of light struggle to escape, but they are all willing to scatter on a child squatting quietly in the corner body.

The child huddled into a small ball and hid in the corner of the wall. His big black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. They looked moist, but they made the eyes a little hazy, which made people want to be desperate. The urge to see those eyes clearly.

A group of naughty children surrounded him, saying something in a vicious voice, and from time to time, they pushed and slapped the child with their hands. On his white and somewhat abnormal skin, several bruises could be clearly seen trace.

Ji Zichen glanced lightly, and calmly stuffed the bookmark between the open pages of the book, closed the book, looked at his friend,

"Let's go."

"Let's go?" The friend waved his hand in dissatisfaction, "Aren't you going to be a hero to save a beauty?"

"Am I a hero?" He glanced at the child uncontrollably again, "But..."

For a moment, the two looked at each other.

The little child huddled in a corner, his big empty eyes were empty and lifeless, and those jet-black pupils were inlaid on a delicate little face, but there was nothing abrupt about it.

Ji Zichen looked at him, obviously from a short distance, but he had the illusion of seeing his own reflection in those eyes.

"But?" The friend looked at him suspiciously, "but what?"

"But," Ji Zichen smiled, "but this child is indeed a beauty, with delicate skin and tender flesh, I'm afraid she's as delicate as a princess, but it's a pity."

"I'm not his prince."

Ji Zichen turned and left.

"Hey!" The friend looked at him, then at the children in the corner, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked to that corner uncontrollably, and yelled at a group of brats,

"Get out of here!"

A group of children were guilty of doing bad things without telling their families. At this time, a big brother who was much taller than themselves came, and they naturally ran away in fear.

Yin Ziyun walked over, looked at the scars on the child's body with some distress, gently held his little hand, and tried his best to soften his voice,

"Hi kid, my name is Yin Ziyun, what's your name?"

The little boy quietly huddled in the corner, his delicate little face was numb, and he didn't say a word.

Yin Ziyun looked at him with some headaches. The dignified young master Yin has been arrogant since he was a child. When did he talk to others like this? But looking at the young boy's delicate face, he sighed and pinched the little boy's fleshy little hand again. ,

"What about your family? Why did you leave yourself here?"

The boy was still silent, didn't move at all, quietly like a big beautiful doll.

"Then..." Yin Ziyun stretched out a finger and suggested cautiously,

"I take you back to my house?"

Then he asked a little guilty,

"it's OK?"