Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

When she was in the northern border, she had seen many deformed northern soldiers.

At that time, although she was puzzled, she didn't take it to heart. The Northern Territory was short of supplies, and it was easy to maintain the purity of the "blood line". The close relatives married and gave birth to many deformed children.Thinking about it now, the Northern Army soldiers I saw at that time were a bit abnormal.

The proportion of deformities is too high.

Grandma turned around, and did not see the usual expressions on the faces of the four people, disgust, fear, avoidance... none of these.

The corners of their mouths were raised, showing sincere and warm smiles, as if what they saw was not a freak with a different appearance from ordinary people, or even a terrifying deformity, but a friend.

Salesian never had friends.

He also opened his heart and cautiously approached the world, in exchange for deeper hurt.

So now they curl up in the dark corner obediently, without making a sound, like ants, living and dying silently.

This has become a balance, and the Salesian no longer needs help.

But when they saw such a smile, they still felt a bit of hesitation, not knowing whether they should get closer, so they walked under the sun.

Grandma has been in the Salesian for several years, and has long regarded these special "children" as her own children. She can see their timidity at a glance, and her eyes gradually become sad.

Jiang Zhou took out a yellowed old book from his arms, waved it in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Are you obedient? Let me tell you a story."

People in Salesian don't like Wuya students.

They still remember that the first person to volunteer was a thin, fair and frail young man from Kunwu.

That day they cleaned up the workshop and put things in order, fearing that they would tire the young man from the imperial capital.Grandma also prepared a bag of shortbread for him.

The first time he met, he looked at this group of people with physical disabilities, showing undisguised disgust and fear on their faces. After a day of hard work, he excused himself from illness and stopped coming the next day.

The mentality of people in the workshop is similar to that of five or six-year-old children.

But children are the most sensitive to good and bad intentions.They know that they are being rejected.

Later, such students came again and again, and their eyes gradually changed from hot to cold, so when they first heard that there were students coming, they did not welcome them, and even set up traps that they thought were excellent, trying to drive these students away. run.

Unexpectedly, the students in this class are not easy, they can see through the trap at a glance.

To their surprise, after breaking the trap, these students not only turned around and left without getting angry, but stayed behind, playing on the swings, eating shortbread, and even took out their scripts to tell them stories.

Under the light autumn sun, the thin pages of the old book glow with golden light, and the smile behind the book is bright, like the spring breeze and the warm sun.

It is the warmth and kindness that they have never experienced in this world.

Jiang Zhou remembered something and said with a smile: "By the way, I forgot to introduce, my name is Jiang Zhou."

Grandma looked at the expressions of those deformed people, her eyes gradually softened, and she said warmly: "Ye Li, come here."

The only boy in the group who looked similar to ordinary people walked a few steps, the corners of his mouth were pursed stubbornly, but his eyes were uneasy.

Grandma said: "In the future, you will be friends, you know?"

Ye Li turned her head, remained silent, secretly expressing her resistance.

Song Qingyun rushed over, "Ye Li? Xiao Lizi, why are you...so you're not a girl?"

Ye Li's face darkened instantly.

Grandma was overjoyed, and explained: "He was born thin and thin, and the boys in the workshop didn't have much clothes, so we can only let him wear Tang'er's clothes."

Song Qingyun asked: "Where's Xiaotang?"

Grandma's complexion changed suddenly, and she remained silent.

Ye Li replied stiffly: "She's dead."

Because of that mutation, the children in the Salesian Workshop not only look different from ordinary people, but also are weak and sickly, very easy to get sick, and have a short lifespan.

Jiang Zhou's eyes were slightly fixed, and the deformed soldiers on the battlefield in the northern border also looked extremely young, and they were rarely seen as adults.Is this by accident?

The change in the small village ten years ago, the bloody case in the East China Sea two years later, the bloody battle in Changhe, and Bei Rong's ambitions, could everything be related.

Maybe the East China Sea murder case had already revealed its clues, but she didn't know it back then.

Song Qingyun froze in place, unable to believe it, "Ah... just kidding."

Who would joke about such a thing?

Ye Li sneered, turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by her grandmother, "Xiao Li, let's introduce each other, we will be partners in the future."

The boy turned his back to Jiang Zhou and the others, his waist straightened, his face drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.

He looked at the helpless friends standing in front of him, and unconsciously clenched his hands under his sleeves. After a long time, he reluctantly said in a hoarse voice, "Got it."

Except for Ye Li, most of the teenagers in Salesian are only four or five years old, and their nicknames are still in childhood. For example, the two-headed girl is called Xiaoshuang, the one-armed boy is called Liuliu, and the four-handed girl is called A complex.

Jiang Zhou had experience in his previous life, and quickly got involved with the teenagers through a storybook.

She was sitting under a tree, the sun was dappled and dotted with stars, shining on her fair face.The flower vines hang down, and the red skirt spreads out like waves.

Shang Yi looked at her quietly, as if in a dream.

Only this time, Zhouzhou was within reach of her hand.

Ye Li moved the sun-dried clothes into the clothes basket, Song Qingyun hurried over to help him, trying to catch the clothes for him, but was sideways by him, avoiding him.

Song Qingyun said guiltily: "Xiaoli, I was..."

Ye Li hugged the basket and walked back to the house, ignoring her.

He Qi came over, held the paper fan, and said softly, "I'll give you a little suggestion, it's better to directly admit your mistakes and apologize than to find excuses for yourself."

Song Qingyun blushed, "But I really..."

Interrupting her kindly, the paper fan opened, covering half of her face, revealing only the long and narrow eyes like a fox, always smiling, "You and I understand, why bother?"

Song Qingyun lowered his head and squeezed the hem of his clothes tightly.

Ten years later, she certainly couldn't put all the responsibility on her father.After moving to West Street, she still missed her partners here at first, but after a year or two, she had new friends and a new life, and gradually forgot about this place.

Just like the process of every child growing up, meeting, parting, and finally forgetting.If it weren't for this volunteer work, the promises she made when she was young would have been buried in her memory, gradually sealed, and occasionally recalled, only added a sigh.

This is a natural thing, just like the blooming and falling of a flower, and the blooming and falling of a tree.

People always have to say goodbye to the past and start a new journey.

But the people in the Salesian Workshop are living in the past forever.

The small buildings, low walls, swings, crickets jumping in the grass, and hanging flower vines here are all exactly the same as in Song Qingyun's memory. Although those partners have grown up, their minds are still stuck in the past, and they still cannot count the number of ten or more. I still roll on the ground happily after hearing a joke, and I still get angry easily and forgive easily.

Song Qingyun stood there for a while, then said in a low voice, "You are right, but I was wrong."

He tilted his head amicably, still smiling, "I didn't say that, you thought the same way in your heart, but you just didn't admit it."

Song Qingyun struggled and asked, "How on earth...why do you understand so well..."

He Qi clenched the paper fan tightly, "Hey, businessmen, how can they make money if they don't understand people's hearts?"

Looking at her, Song Qingyun felt more and more that her smiling eyes seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mist, making it difficult for others to see clearly.

Jiang Zhou closed the storybook and said, "He finally defeated the devil, was given ten thousand miles of fiefdom, and lived happily with the princess." The teenagers cheered, happy for this happy ending.

Jiang Zhou raised his eyes, and smiled at Shang Yi's slightly dazed expression. When Shang Yi saw this, he was taken aback for a while and then laughed too. It turned out that Zhou Zhou knew the ending of the story a long time ago.

At sunset, grandma cooked a large table of dishes. The teenagers sat around the table full of energy and ate one more bowl than usual.

When Jiang Zhou and the others bid farewell, their eyes showed reluctance, and someone asked, "Sister, when will you come again?"

Jiang Zhou looked over, except for Ye Li's dodging eyes, the eyes of the others were bright and clear, like pure souls like fairy gods, imprisoned in deformed and ugly bodies.Over the past ten years, they have endured countless cold eyes, but when the light shines in, they forget the darkness, and only see the light in their eyes.

"I'll come back tomorrow." Jiang Zhou took out the yellowed, inseparable book and handed it to them, "As long as you miss me, I will come."

The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Song Qingyun said goodbye to them, and went home to spend with his father.

Jiang Zhou put his hands behind his head, looked at the bright yellow moon hanging high in the dark blue sky, and said, "I don't understand why children always go through so much pain?"

Sighing peacefully, he slapped his folding fan, "Everyone in the world suffers."

Suspicion appeared in Jiang Zhou's eyes, "Forget it, I still don't understand." She looked at the moon, slapped her head, and woke up suddenly, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, did we promise sister Hongxiu to eat crabs? No, Yun Shu, I forgot!"

The corners of Shang Yi's lips curled up, and immediately returned to her original appearance, without changing her face, she said, "I forgot too. Where are you going?"

On one side are the beautiful red-sleeved sisters and fat and oily crabs, and on the other side are pitiful children and delicious egg yolk cakes.

Jiang Zhou hugged his head, "Ah! How did I forget about this!"

He said with a friendly smile: "I have a little suggestion, I can go to the banquet instead of you."

Jiang Zhou: "I didn't expect you to be good-looking, and you think beautifully."

Gentle: "Naturally, thank you for the compliment."

Jiang Zhou shook her head. She was not greedy for sweet-scented osmanthus wine and crabs. Lou Hongxiu had something to do with Changhe's bloody campaign. She wanted to take this opportunity to check what happened back then, but the people in Salesian seemed to be related to this matter. Dilemma.

Seeing that she was struggling, Shang Yi said, "I'll go to Xianrenmian to have a banquet."

Jiang Zhou: "But..."

Shang Yi: "I will pack the crabs for you."

Jiang Zhou blushed, "Am I that greedy? You mean what you say! Wait!"

Shang Yi: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhou turned around and ran away, jumping up to the wall, "If you don't come, I'll tell my grandma first, so that she doesn't prepare extra meals tomorrow."

Shang Yi nodded, "Alright."

He waved his hand kindly: "Remember to say it for me, I will also eat crabs."

Jiang Zhou glared at her, "You have a good idea, wait for me here, and I'll be right back." After a few leaps, the figure disappeared into the night without a trace.

Shang Yi turned around and looked at He Qi expressionlessly.

He opened his fan amicably and said with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Shang Yi: "Young Master of the Yibao Pavilion, what are you doing here?"

Harmony still wore a warm smile, "Businessman, come here for profit, that's all. Lord Guanghan don't panic."

……

Jiang Zhou's body was hidden in the night, and there was almost no sound under his feet.When she was about to jump off, she suddenly stopped, half lying on the top of the wall.

A tall, thin figure in a cloak came slowly out of the darkness and knocked on the door of the Salesian.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The knock on the door echoed in the silent night.