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The story of a lifetime...

The smile on He Yunzheng's face froze for a moment, every word the child said in his ear was clear, and he even wondered for a moment whether this child knew what a lifetime was.

"A lifetime is too long. If you want, I can tell you a story and finish this book." He Yunzheng smiled and patted the fairy tale beside him, saying coaxingly.He looked at the child carefully, from his black and white eyes, eye waves like still water, delicate skin, expressionless face, to a figure like a young tree.This is a lovely child.

Kangkang didn't say anything, and continued to look at He Yunzheng with a cold gaze, with a feeling of desolation.In fact, he understood everything, and he even understood that the person in front of him didn't take himself seriously at all, so he glanced at the thick fairy tale.What he wants is not a storyteller, nor a story that can't be told, but he really hopes that this person is willing to be with him for a lifetime. Storytelling is just a process, even if it is a kind of suffering, he will Sweet as sweet.

The two stood in a stalemate for a long time, and the second hand on the wall was ticking, every second, every minute.The man in the white shirt maintained a bent posture, and the eight or nine-year-old child stood upright, with two pairs of similar eyes meeting each other.In the end, He Yunzheng gave up, and he sighed, "If possible, I will be your tutor for the rest of your life and tell you stories for the rest of your life."

"Okay, let's start." He Yunzheng picked Kangkang up and put him on the chair he usually sat on.The child weighing [-] to [-] kilograms is soft and warm in his arms, so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed. No matter what the intention of such a child is, He Yunzheng is not in the mood to care about it anymore.Because, in the future, I am very likely to owe this child a lot.

The most difficult thing in this world to pay back is feelings, and he can only give this child what he wants as much as possible. A lifetime is just a few decades to him, and less than ten years in a longer time. one.

"That person yesterday was your father?" He Yunzheng put the fairy tale on his knees, turned the pages of the book with one hand, and asked, "What stories do you like?"

"The person standing at the door yesterday was my father." Kangkang's eyes fell on He Yunzheng's fingers. His fingers were clean and white, with well-defined joints and very beautiful.

With a soft and warm touch on his hands, He Yunzheng took his fingers away from the pages of the book and watched the child turn the pages.

The two unfamiliar temperatures were separated at the touch of a touch, and Kangkang's eyelashes trembled, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart, and he casually flipped through two pages.

"It's "The Daughter of the Sea", but it will take a while to tell the story, sorry." He Yunzheng's gentle voice sounded, and Kang Kang had already withdrawn his hand. He shook his head, but in fact he just wanted to hear more about this person's voice.In such a space where there are only two people, he can feel the breath of the other person without even getting closer, and he can see this person just by raising his eyes. There is an indescribable comfort and enjoyment without doing anything.

"Your father seems to have killed someone yesterday, or someone here was killed. Do you have anything to prove that this kind of thing happens often?" He Yunzheng feels that most autistic children seem to live in their own world. This child should Not autistic, probably just not talkative.But for a child under ten years old, it seems that he has not received formal education, so he still doesn't have to expect the child to know much about the law.

Killing someone... What Kangkang thought of was a woman in her twenties wearing a pale pink dress lying on the ground covered in blood, there was still light smoke on the black gun, and the person holding the weapon It was his current father, and the woman lying on the ground hugged herself yesterday and asked when she could call her mother.He just hid in the current room, stood behind the door covering his mouth and watched all this happen, watching his indifferent father kill his mother.

In fact, there were many such women in this yard, young and beautiful, just like Aunt Zhao who often coaxed him.There have been many deaths, men have also died here, more in the basement under the living room, he used to go down there, but it was when his father asked someone to hold him when he was a child.They all thought that they didn't remember things, but they didn't know that he knew what happened in this house from a long time ago, and he could vaguely understand why such things happened.

He Yunzheng looked at the child's constantly changing eyes, from a second of stupefaction to turbulent memories to calm Qingming, he waited for the child to answer.In fact, he wasn't sure if this child could help him get what he wanted, but now he was a little sure.

Some things are like this, a fire at the city gate will also bring disasters to Chi Yu, if I guessed correctly, this family should be related to the underworld.Looking at the man's aura, it is very likely that the other party's identity is not ordinary, He Yunzheng guessed that the other party should be a big brother or something.And the big and small underworld forces in S City should not be able to get around this, and it is very likely that they are inextricably linked. After all, gangs are all about loyalty, even if you haven't had a glass of wine, it should be a greeting .

"Often..." Kangkang said hesitantly, then got up from the chair and pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed.There is a lonely plush doll inside. This plush doll should be sewn by hand. The person who made it must not be very good at hand, and a few stitches can be seen from some places.Holding the plush doll in his arms, this doll can be half the height of Kangkang, he glanced at He Yunzheng and said, "This is the last thing my mother left me."

This thing still contained the woman's resentment. Kangkang remembered that a few years ago, a gentle and beautiful woman took apart this plush doll, stuffed a small package into it, and continued to seal it bit by bit, along the way. Sew carefully with the previous stitches.After she finished, she patted herself on the head. At that time, she was about the same age as she is now, "If Kangkang can't see her mother in the future, I can find a way to give the things inside to the police uncle, okay?" The woman said The young Kangkang hugged him in his arms, then shook himself gently while whispering, "This is something that can send daddy to hell..."

Taking out a pair of handmade scissors from the drawer, Kangkang removed the back of the plush doll bit by bit, feeling extremely calm in his heart.

He Yunzheng unfolded the fairy tale and began to tell "The Daughter of the Sea". In the sunlight, the cotton wool and flying dust drilled out of the scissors danced gently. The doll on her lap seemed to have tears condensed in her black eyes.

At this time, Kangkang didn't know why he wanted to cry. A feeling of soreness and coldness from the bottom of his heart made him want to cry. He didn't shed a single tear when his mother died, but now he just wants to cry.It wasn't until a long time later that he realized that what he was most afraid of was that he would hate this person who would tell him fairy tales for the rest of his life.

In a few minutes, He Yunzheng told this beautiful and sad story several times. When he put down the book in his hand, the child opposite took out something from the plush doll.It was a cylindrical thing wrapped in plastic, and the thing inside should be what he wanted, so he reached out to take it.

Looking at the white joints of the child, He Yunzheng sighed, feeling a little heavy in his heart, but he didn't take the things rashly.Keep your hands flat, under the thing, waiting for him to let go.He Yunzheng looked into the child's eyes, not coaxing, gentle, but genuine indifference.Kangkang took a breath, the tear did not flow out after all, but slowly seeped to the tip of his heart.In the end, he let go of his hand, and the thing fell on the palm of He Yunzheng's palm. He didn't feel the touch too much. He Yunzheng put the thing in the schoolbag he had brought before coming here.

The story continues, still Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, "The Little Match Girl", "The Ice King", "Thumbelina"... He Yunzheng's tone is melodious and clear, and the stories passing through his mouth are like a beautiful song The ballads are average.The gentle and warm breeze blows in from the open window, gradually and quietly taking away the excess flying dust and the smell of cotton wool in the room, just like a gentle hand gently closing Pandora's box.

Kangkang's eyes fell on He Yunzheng. He looked at the buttons on the white shirt of the opposite person, his broad shoulders, and his fingers holding the book.He noticed that He Yunzheng hadn't turned the pages for a long time, and he seemed to be able to tell these stories well without using these books. He stretched out both hands to hold the pages, and Kangkang took the book out of He Yunzheng's hands, and put it on the table .

"I want to listen to "The Daughter of the Sea"." He Yunzheng listened to the child opposite.He seemed to be smiling, his eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He Yunzheng talked about Hai's daughter for more than an hour, and Kangkang got his wish and saw that the person on the opposite side was free of books that were in the way.In fact, it is really good to tell the story of a lifetime, even if it is "The Daughter of the Sea" forever.

Almost two hours later, He Yunzheng bent down and hugged Kangkang, "Maybe I won't come to teach you tomorrow, but we will meet again." After saying this, he left, and never Looking back, Kangkang stood at the window watching He Yunzheng's disappearing back.

That night, in the bathroom, he burned the last thing his mother left for him, and fell asleep peacefully after causing a riot at home.