[Zhongyingmei] Fox ancestor and sweetheart soldier

copy two

"There doesn't seem to be anything special here." Having been trapped in Spider's End Alley for nearly a week, the ancestor and Steve routinely went out to wander around every day, trying to find some clues of being forced to stay here.

After a few days of understanding, the two probably figured out what this place was.It is now October 1962. Cokeworth, a town in central Scotland, is a dilapidated and messy place called Spider's End Lane. People outside the alley call it a "sloppy place", as if mentioning it contaminated with unclean things.

Steve walked ahead, trying his best to find a foothold on the weedy and garbage-strewn river bank, and the ancestor was followed behind, holding hands.

"There seems to be some movement ahead." Steve, who has excellent hearing, turned his gaze to the direction where the noise came from. However, the weeds that no one had cleared had grown beyond his knees, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside for a while.However, it is obvious that even the residents of Spider's End Alley seldom come to such a place. It is probably some small animal that came out to look for food.

"No, it sounds like a child's voice." Steve listened carefully, convinced that the voice just now was not an illusion, and a look of worry immediately rose between his brows, thinking that a naughty child entered here by mistake and couldn't get out.

"I heard it too. It is indeed a child. There is more than one." The ancestor nodded, and the conversations of several children came to his ears clearly. It's staged a bully scene.However, he only heard vicious and harsh insults, without any voice of resistance, not even whimpering or crying. If it wasn't for the clear breathing sound, the ancestor almost thought that the children were just performing against a cloud of air.

"Let's go and have a look." Steve was even more worried, and pulled the old ancestor towards the direction of the voice.

"Ah..., monster..."

"Freak, you freak..."

"Run, stay away from this freak..."

"Freak, go to hell..."

Panicked voices sounded one after another, and the children who were still proud just now ran away in all directions in a panic. Along with the muffled sound of stones falling to the ground, the ancestor finally heard an extremely suppressed whimper.

Steve thought there was something dangerous in the grass, "What happened?"

A boy about five or six years old was so frightened that he burst into tears when he saw that it was a new mysterious guest. After being seen by such an honorable person, the ragged and dirty child's heart arose for the first time. Feeling guilty and being caught in the wrong, his eyes flustered, like a nimble rabbit quickly disappearing among the weeds.

When the two arrived, they found that there was only a large piece of tattered black cloth on the messy weeds that had been stepped on. If it wasn't for the sound of breathing, the two of them almost thought it was just a piece of rag.

Steve's eyes signaled the ancestor not to move, and he stepped forward cautiously, his voice trying to be gentle: "Hey, child, are you okay?"

The rag finally squirmed, and a small head with greasy black hair poked out. After touching Steve's gentle and worried gaze, a pair of dull black eyes seemed to have been scalded. in the eyelids.The small body also moved back, but with his strength, he couldn't shake the weeds that were half a person tall behind him. He could only keep thumping in place. Except for the slight sound of struggling, there was no extra sound during the whole process , People can't help but wonder if the child has congenital problems.

"You're injured." The black and thin little head was no bigger than a palm. Steve wondered if the child in front of him was a year old, and the bleeding scar on his forehead hurt Steve's heart even more.

How could such a small child have such a heavy hand?His parents don't care about him?It shouldn't matter, if there is proper care, how can he be allowed to wear a ball of rags, how can he look malnourished.

This place is not too close to the alley. It is absolutely impossible for this child to come here by himself. He must have been dragged here by the group of children just now. From the words of those children, it is not difficult for Steve to piece together the fact that the child was bullied.If he and Tang hadn't passed by here, it would be hard for Steve to imagine whether the child in front of him would be forgotten here, fend for himself in hopelessness and fear.

Steve squatted down and stretched out his hand to pick up the child, but the child struggled even harder, with the ferocity of a young animal in his dark eyes, trying to scare off the stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him, no less than a giant.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to see your injuries." Steve tried his best to lower his voice, slow down his speech, and showed a gentle smile, trying to make his surroundings look harmless.He wasn't sure if the child could understand, but Steve, who had no experience in taking care of children, could only do so, trying to communicate, expecting the child to see his kindness.

The big hand was about to touch the body, the child's black eyes suddenly enlarged, and there seemed to be an inexplicable light flashing in the eyes.

Boom, a small flame appeared in mid-air, wobbled and quickly extinguished, but it also successfully stopped Steve's next move.

The child also seemed to be taken aback by the sudden change, staring blankly at the position of the flame, unable to recover for a long time.

The old ancestor raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and patted Steve on the shoulder, signaling him to get up, and then squatted down in front of the child.

With a snap of his fingers, a small flame was burning on his fingertips.

"Look, we are the same." The old ancestor raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his eyes were full of joy of meeting the same kind.

The dazed child turned his gaze from the flames to the ancestor, who had the same black hair, the same black eyes, and the same special ability.

It turns out that he is not the only special person in this world, it is great that there are people like him!The child's heart beat violently, and soon returned to its original frequency, even cooler than before.

No, they are not the same!The young man with black hair and black pupils in front of him is the most beautiful person he has ever seen. He is wearing clean and decent clothes, his skin is white as if shining, and his soft black hair dances gently in the wind. The fragrance, this is the appearance of an angel.And he—

He has always been an unpleasant existence. He is dark and thin, wearing tattered old clothes, and his hair is sticky and greasy...

An unspeakable inferiority complex grew in the child's small heart. He still didn't understand what this emotion represented, but it made him feel uncomfortable.The father's beating, the mother's ignorance, and even other people's malicious bullying and abuse didn't make the child feel sad, because he was used to it long ago, but just appearing in front of the young man made the child feel ashamed, as if his existence had polluted the young man Those eyes are as bright as stars.

His black eyes are so pretty!Holding on to the last sliver of strength in his body, the child ignored his already numb stomach from hunger, raised his head with effort, and let himself indulge in the black eyes of the black-haired youth that seemed to have magical power.

The black pupils were slackening a little bit, without reaching out to check, the ancestor had already seen that the child's physical condition was extremely worrying, especially the bright red glaring presence on his forehead.

He stretched out his hand to caress the child's wound, gathering the spiritual power in the palm of his hand.

Dirty... The child opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his dry throat, so he could only try to hide back, not wanting the angel in front of him to be stained by him who was dirty.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon." The ancestor thought the child was afraid of pain, and his voice was comforting. Sure enough, the child no longer dodged, and even began to greedily feel the unique warmth on his forehead.

In a short while, his forehead became smooth, and the wound just now seemed to be an illusion.

The pain was gone, the child stared at the magical hand of the ancestor with wide eyes, and rubbed his little head involuntarily, it turned out that it was really an angel descending.In the child's only cognition, only the legendary angel can have such amazing magic power, and only the angel can not dislike him who was abandoned by the world.

Don't leave, the child shouted in his heart, and the reluctance was obvious in his eyes, watching the hand that gave him warmth go further and further away.

As if by magic, a small white fruit appeared in the palm of the ancestor, exuding the fragrance of the fruit.

"Eat it and it will be fine." The ancestor's voice was obviously coaxing, the child was too defensive, and the ancestor who was also inexperienced in taking care of children could only choose to cheat and add a little hint.

The child stared at the jade-white fruit, licked his chapped lips, and swallowed subconsciously. There was a burning pain in his stomach, and his abdomen sounded like a beating drum. The child lowered his head in embarrassment, forcing himself to look away.

Can't eat, the black-haired angel has healed his injury and can't eat his things anymore.When he gets home, he won’t be hungry if he drinks more water, and maybe his mother will leave him half a piece of black bread.

Now it was the ancestor's turn to be surprised, he didn't expect the child in front of him to have such concentration at such a young age, and could even resist his hints, even if the hints were extremely insignificant.

What a stubborn little guy!While the old ancestor sighed secretly, he couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He stretched out his long arm, grabbed the corner of the rag, and lifted him into his arms under the child's surprised eyes. The fruit was stuffed into the child's slightly opened mouth subconsciously due to shock.

The fruit is not too big, but it is not easy for a child to eat it in one bite, but it falls into the child's mouth steadily, and before it has time to chew, it turns into a stream of sweet juice and flows down the throat into the gastric tube.Wherever it passed, there was a warm heat, and this heat finally gathered in the abdomen, and then flowed to every corner of the body along the blood.The strange, limp body seemed to regain strength, and the belly was bulging, which felt a little strange.

The child belatedly smacked his mouth, like Zhu Bajie who stole ginseng fruit and didn't taste it.

Finally looking cute, the ancestor chuckled, patted the child on the head, and stood up.

"Do you know where home is?"

The child didn't answer, but glanced towards the direction of Spider's End Alley.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." The ancestor held the child, rejecting Steve who wanted to reach out to take it. He felt that the child didn't necessarily want someone to hold it.

The word "go home" made the child flinch, but he didn't refuse. He nestled in the patriarch's arms obediently, and even breathed a lot easier, but his eyes didn't move away from the patriarch's face.