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Xu Lin's eyes suddenly lit up like a flash of lightning across Yang Yiming's brain, and many details were connected in an instant. He remembered a time when he saw the safety posters posted in the corridor and said casually, "It's so ugly." , and then Ding Zimu's temperament changed drastically and he strangled his neck. Yang Yiming clearly remembered that Ding Zimu's eyes could not hide the murderous intent at that time; There was that look of wanting to "kill it and make it quick" again.

painting!Drawing is the key!

Yang Yiming smiled and said, "Xu Lin, I also really like your paintings."

Xu Lin looked at Yang Yiming in disbelief.

Yang Yiming said: "I'll show you something, don't leave here, I'll go out and get it." After speaking, he stood up slowly, and stepped back facing Xu Lin.Yang Yiming's cell phone was placed on the coffee table in the living room. His heartbeat was extraordinarily steady when he walked back holding the cell phone. Holding the cell phone, he felt that he was holding a key, which could finally solve all mysteries. Can open a door and let Ding Zimu go home.

Xu Lin was still curled up in that corner, but his eyes were on the door, and he even heaved a sigh of relief when Yang Yiming's figure appeared.

"Can I sit next to you?" Yang Yiming raised the phone in his hand, "I want to show you something."

Xu Lin hesitated for a moment or shook his head.

"Then I'll throw the phone to you, can you take a look?" Yang Yiming discussed and said, "I said that I like your paintings very much, and I will prove it to you."

Xu Lin looked suspiciously at Yang Yiming, then at the phone, his eyes flickering.Yang Yiming looked at Xu Lin without blinking. He felt that he could even see the fierce struggle between the two thoughts in Xu Lin's mind.Yang Yiming was very patient. He kept a gentle smile, held the mobile phone steadily, and looked at Xu Lin calmly.Whenever he catches Xu Lin's gaze, he always smiles at him encouragingly, like a friendly brother next door.

As the time passed, Yang Yiming took the time to count his heartbeat silently, it was very steady, and he wondered why he was so calm at this moment, even calmer than when he was with Ding Zimu.Yang Yiming thought about it, and felt that this was probably because subconsciously, he knew very well that the child in front of him was Ding Zimu.

Yes, Da Ding is not Ding Zimu, Da Ding is the person Ding Zimu hoped for.Decisive, brave, eager to do justice, very fierce, and has enough ability to protect himself.Whenever he was bullied, he would show up to help him. In the face of violence, fighting back is the best protection.Therefore, Ding only appears when Ding Zimu faces the threat of violence; in other words, when Ding appears, Ding Zimu must have encountered a major crisis, and he must be fearful and helpless.

For Ding Zimu, Ding is a coexistence of fear and hope.

But Xu Lin is different, Xu Lin is a part of Ding Zimu, he is like a seal, firmly imprinted on Ding Zimu's bottle of memory.The nightmare of Ding Zimu in the bottle was the thing he feared the most and wanted to forget in his life.Yang Yiming is not clear about the consequences of breaking the seal, but one thing is clear to him, that is, Ding Zimu will become "complete", he will have "everything", terrible, tragic, disgusting... In any case, that is Ding Zimu's past, he has the right to know and must face it.

"That..." Xu Lin moved suddenly, and said in a trembling, almost broken voice, "What is it?"

"Your painting," Yang Yiming shook his phone, showing a sly and complacent smile, which is a kind of smile that can make children feel good. "I really like your painting, and it's in this phone."

Xu Lin moved a bit and said in a low voice, "I... want to see it."

"Okay," Yang Yiming slowly put the phone flat on the ground, "I'll throw it to you, please catch it."

Xu Lin nodded, Yang Yiming pushed lightly, and the phone slid towards Xu Lin on the smooth wooden floor, and the phone stopped when it touched Xu Lin's feet.Xu Lin subconsciously shrank his feet back, but he had already shrunk himself to the deepest part of the corner, and it was inevitable to avoid it.So he still hugged his calf with his left hand, slowly stretched out his right hand, touched the phone lightly, and held it in his hand.

After a while, the screen of the phone went dark and was automatically locked.

Xu Lin rubbed the screen with his thumb and pressed the home button. The screen lit up but was still locked. Xu Lin looked at Yang Yiming helplessly and pursed his lips.

Yang Yiming was so tangled up in an instant that he wanted to pull out all his hair. He hesitated whether he should take the initiative to help Xu Lin or wait for Xu Lin to ask him for help.The former can help him get closer to Xu Lin as soon as possible, but the latter can make Xu Lin trust him more and encourage Xu Lin to be more active.

Xu Lin didn't speak, and lowered his head to press the home button. Yang Yiming could see that he really wanted to unlock the lock.So he put his hands on his knees again, looked at Xu Lin with a smile, and decided to wait.After waiting for so long, he doesn't care about waiting a little longer, if Xu Lin is willing to ask him for help...

"I, I'll call, but I can't." Xu Lin murmured.

Yang Yiming felt relieved: "Can I open it for you?"

Xu Lin nodded, and shrank himself even tighter.This was a defensive action, but Yang Yiming didn't care. He knew that Xu Lin had already developed a sense of trust in him. It was hard to say whether this trust came from Dading's "like" for him, or from the painting. But all a good sign.

"Then I'll go to your side now, don't be afraid, I don't have anything in my hand." Yang Yiming said, in order to win Xu Lin's trust, he rolled up his sleeves high, showing that he did not carry any murder weapon.He still remembered that Ding Zimu said that when he was a child, Ding Kuiqiang beat Ding Zimu with almost anything he could use, such as sticks, belts, tongs, brooms and so on.

"Okay." Xu Lin nodded.

Yang Yiming walked up to Xu Lin step by step, squatted down cautiously, looked into Xu Lin's eyes and said, "Hello, my name is Yang Yiming."

Xu Lin didn't respond, but just handed over the phone.

Yang Yiming pressed the thumb of his right hand up, and the fingerprint unlocked phone was instantly opened. When the screen lit up, a richly colored painting covered the entire screen of the phone.There is a signature on it, Xu Lin, eight years old.

"I, I, I drew it." Xu Lin said in surprise, his voice raised slightly.

"I like it very much." Yang Yiming moved his body and got closer. He pointed to the screen and said, "Look how beautiful this color is."

"Oh." Xu Lin fell silent after skipping a word.

Yang Yiming didn't care, he tried to find the direction and breakthrough of the question: "The first time I saw this painting, I thought, this artist is only eight years old, how good the painting is."

"Huh?" Xu Lin expressed a question with one word.

Yang Yiming said: "Look how well the colors match. Besides the colors, I like this painting for other reasons."

"What?" Xu Lin asked softly, with a gleam of joy in his eyes.Yang Yiming keenly captured this line of brilliance. He pointed to the person on the painting and said, "This character is very vividly painted."

"Vivid?" Xu Lin repeated in a low voice.

"Well," Yang Yiming nodded, and said, "This person is half bright and half dark, and the background colors are messy. In fact, it makes people feel very panicked and frightened, and they don't know what to do."

Xu Lin said in a low voice, "I'm afraid."

Yang Yiming recalled that Ding Zimu had just left the orphanage to go to junior high school. He was nervous and flustered. He said, "But the background color is heavy, like the night. Some people like night, some don't like night, I guess you don't like it." Is it night?"

Xu Lin shrank suddenly, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he said in a whisper, "I, I hate the night."

"You don't like summer, do you?" Yang Yiming asked carefully, circling around the core topic.

"En." Xu Lin nodded, his face turned pale.

"I don't like summer either," Yang Yiming changed the subject, giving Xu Lin a chance to breathe, "But it was summer when I met your big brother, he thought I had heatstroke."

"and then?"

"Then he gave me a bottle of medicine," Yang Yiming said with a smile, "He looks fierce, but he is really a good man."

"Brother Dading is very good." Xu Lin said suddenly, "He has always taken good care of me, and he will help me beat bad guys."

This is the longest sentence Xu Lin said, and Yang Yiming finally found the breakthrough in this sentence: "Da Ding is very powerful, he will protect you well."

Xu Lin nodded.

Yang Yiming struck while the iron was hot: "Da Ding actually told me to protect you too. He was telling you about this when I came in just now, right?"

Xu Lin nodded: "Brother Da Ding said you are a good person, you will not scold me or tear up my paintings."

"Is it right for someone to bully you and tear up your painting?" Yang Yiming said, "He is really a bad person. I will beat him for you."

Xu Lin's eyes suddenly glowed, as if he remembered something particularly terrible.Yang Yiming quickly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, the bad guys can't get in, can I lock the door for you?"

Xu Lin nodded in panic, Yang Yiming stood up and quickly closed the bedroom door heavily, then sat back and said, "They are really bad people, they actually tore up your painting and beat you, right?"

"Yeah." Xu Lin unconsciously followed Yang Yiming's topic, he said, "Dad beat me, forbade me to draw, said I wasted paper, said I was ugly, and tore up my paintings. "

Yang Yiming sighed secretly, as expected, this is why his joke and Xu Zhujun's actions produced such a big reaction.Whether it was Ding Zimu or Ding, when they heard that sentence, they both deeply hurt Xu Lin in the depths of his soul, making him angry, fearful and helpless. This painful mood obviously angered Ding. Before he could figure out what was going on, his subconscious mind had already reacted for him.

The first time, Ding almost strangled himself. Today, Ding almost rushed over and tore Xu Zhujun.

At that moment, Xu Lin and Da Ding actually became one, Xu Lin's emotions controlled Da Ding, and Da Ding's violent tendencies affected Xu Lin.Yang Yiming thought, this is actually better, and it will be easier for Ding to help him comfort Xu Lin—if Ding is willing.

Yang Yiming slowly reached out and gently touched Xu Lin's knee.Xu Lin made an evasive movement the moment Yang Yiming put his hand on it, but before the movement was finished, he had already calmed down and let Yang Yiming put his palm on his knee.

"Xu Lin, your drawing is not ugly at all, it's very good. You don't know how much I envy people who can draw. When I was your age, when I drew the sun, the teacher said it looked like a sugar triangle. "

Xu Lin smiled briefly, then turned his head with a questioning expression.Yang Yiming said, "Does this sound familiar?"

Xu Lin looked at him in bewilderment.

"Because I told you the same thing once."

"I, I don't remember." Xu Lin said with a look of panic, "Did you tell me?"

"We actually met, but you forgot." Yang Yiming said gently, but it doesn't matter, I will help you remember. "

"Why is the sun like a sugar triangle?" Xu Lin's attention was still on the painting, and he didn't care too much about other things.

Yang Yiming said: "Let's leave the sugar triangle alone. Let me tell you one thing first: Xu Lin, your father is a bad person, but Brother Dading and I will protect you, and you can protect yourself too." Yang Yiming told Xu Lin The left hand that had been holding the calf tightly pulled away, spread it flat in front of Xu Lin, and said gently, "Look, you have grown up, you are now an adult."

Xu Lin's gaze slowly moved to his hand, and Yang Yiming saw his eyes widen in horror.

"See, you are an adult, you have grown up, if you stand up, you will find that you are as tall as me."

Xu Lin raised his hands up in front of his eyes in disbelief, turned his palms over and looked at it several times.

"You stand up and look in the mirror first, then we can talk about the sugar triangle." Yang Yiming smiled and said with an encouraging look.

Xu Lin looked at Yang Yiming, and straightened his bowed waist with extremely slow movements.