Facial Paralysis Capture Program [Entertainment]

There was a laugh from far away, with the echo of the valley, and it seemed that the slight sound of clouds scraping the leaves as they passed through the branches could be heard.

Bai Zixuan pushed open a door following the sound, and saw that the room was full of three or four-year-old children. When the children saw Bai Zixuan, they all stopped laughing tacitly, and remained silent, with their eyes full of children. Full of compassion.

Bai Zixuan felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then boundless anger surged up.

Don't look at me with such sympathy!

Suddenly the picture changed, he entered the elementary school with his schoolbag on his back, the female teacher with ponytail embraced his shoulder affectionately, and said to the class, Jiang Lin’s parents are disabled, we need to give him more warmth .

Suddenly there were soft sobs and soft moans in the classroom, as if the same pair of feet trampled his humble self-esteem to pieces.

He frantically pushed the female teacher away and ran out, and somehow rushed into another classroom. A fundraising activity was being held in the classroom. On the blackboard, it was written with colorful rice pens, "Send for Jiang Lin." warmth".Big drops of cold sweat dripped down Bai Zixuan's head. Standing outside the crowd, he saw students in fat high school uniforms walking past the pale and thin boy one by one, stuffing stacks of banknotes into his hands, and The boy said "thank you" mechanically, with stubborn and unwilling eyes.

The picture changed again, and it was still the boy just now, his face was still as pale as a paper, before dawn, he walked out of the house lightly, rushed into the garbage bins in front of the garbage truck, and rummaged He picked out all the plastic bottles and pieces of paper that could be sold for money, and carried them back to the waste station to exchange for a few crumpled money; in the evening self-study, he sneaked out of the classroom, ran around karaoke bars and bars to sing, often I can only go home at midnight, and I have to get up to pick up trash after three hours of sleep.

Bai Zixuan silently followed the boy, watching his every move. He knew this boy. All the money from the boy’s family was used for him to learn the piano. His mother didn’t even have money for prosthetic limbs, even though the school held a fundraising event for him. , but he didn't use a penny of that money, and kept it neatly in the drawer.The boy who refused to accept other people's handouts insisted on picking up trash and selling songs to earn back the money for his mother's prosthetic limbs. When he graduated from high school, he returned the money raised from the donation.

Since he was a child, he couldn’t stand others looking at him with sympathy. Even if his father is deaf and dumb, his mother has disabled legs, and even if his family is poor, he often can’t even get enough money for books. The boy never feels that he is inferior to anyone, and he doesn’t need anyone. Human pity does not need those charity, let alone anyone's help, he can do everything by himself, no matter it is the suffering of darkness, or the desolation of bone erosion, he is willing to enjoy it, even in the face of a broken body. The heat of the bones also climbs up to the sun.

Waking up from a long dream, Bai Zixuan opened his eyes suddenly like a drowning person who suddenly surfaced, and greedily filled his lungs with air.It seems that there are still images from the previous life in front of him: he went upstairs with his disabled mother on his back, he talked with his father in sign language, he stood on the stage of the concert and looked down at a sea of ​​stars made of fluorescent sticks...

After staying for a long time, his consciousness gradually returned, and a clear dull pain came from the back of his neck, which made him gasp involuntarily.

He was lying on his side on the cold ground, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and he was already numb and unconscious. He looked around and found that the room was very simple, most of the walls had fallen off, revealing brown-red bricks, and the ground was also shabby. It was dilapidated, without any furniture, only a stool that had been worn so hard that its original color could not be seen.There is a wooden window above his head, and the front of the window is blocked by a piece of coarse cloth. The exposed part can vaguely see a large piece of weeds outside, which is one meter high, scorched yellow by the sun and fluctuating with the wind.It was still light at this time, and he thought it should still be early morning.

Beside Bai Zixuan's feet was a rusty khaki wooden door. There was a faint voice coming from the door. He held his breath and listened for a while. It was two men who were arguing, and one of them sounded very familiar.

Bai Zixuan didn't care about the pain in his neck, so he sat up with his waist, his hands tied behind his back tried to support his body, and finally let him stand on the ground.He stopped his movements to make sure that the quarrel outside the door was still going on, and then he jumped cautiously to the window, biting the rag that blocked the window with his teeth, and tore open a gap that was as wide as one person. Outside the dirty glass was a large There is not even a ghost in the wasteland.At this time, the sun was high and it was really not a good time to run away, I was afraid that he would be caught by someone as soon as he stepped out.

Bai Zixuan was very calm. Based on the position of the sun, he deduced that it should not be past ten o'clock in the morning. Calculating the time elapsed since he was kidnapped, he roughly deduced that this place is still within the scope of T City, and the sound of quarreling outside the door Obviously one of them is Yan Ze. Yan Ze will come here quietly after the game, which means that this place is not far from the downtown area of ​​City T, otherwise Yan Ze must be late.

Look at the large expanse of weeds outside the window—he remembers that people called it reed grass when he was a child. Although it does not have the slender spikes of reeds, it likes to grow by the river like reeds. This kind of reed grass will be overgrown in summer.

Since there are so many reeds growing here, it must not be far from the river. Maybe you can see the river through the dense grass, and there is a paper mill in the lower reaches of the river. If you can float along the river to the paper mill, he can call for help.

In just a few seconds, Bai Zixuan had already simulated a detailed escape plan in his mind. Before it was too late, he closed his eyes tightly and slammed his head hard against the glass. The glass shattered to the ground as expected. Bai Zixuan With stars in his eyes, he hurriedly supported his shoulders against the wall so as not to let himself fall down. The blood on his forehead flowed down the bridge of his nose, and when it flowed to his upper lip, there was still a little warmth left.He took a deep breath and noticed that the quarreling outside the door had stopped. He didn't dare to stop any longer. He jumped and got out through the hole in the glass. The remaining glass on the window frame scratched his shoulders and waist. But he couldn't care less about the pain. While rolling all the way down from the grass, he heard a "bang" from the room behind him, and the door hit the devastated wall, as if the whole house followed trembling.

Bai Zixuan was very fortunate that the weeds outside the house happened to grow on a slope. He rolled down the slope without much effort. Countless stones and bricks collided with his frame. In the chaos, he seemed to be listening. There were loud voices behind him, but before he had time to think about it, his body suddenly flew into the air, and then he fell solidly into the cold river water.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, Bai Zixuan finally surfaced. The glare of the sun above his head made him feel unreal. When he looked back, he was hundreds of meters away from the place where he rolled down. In front of the weeds, Yan Ze was furious, and a tall man hugged his shoulders to comfort him.

Bai Zixuan heaved a sigh of relief and finally escaped.

He cut the ropes around his hands with the shards of glass he had been holding in his hands, then dived into the water and cut the ropes around his feet, speeding up to swim downstream.

After swimming for an unknown amount of time, when Bai Zixuan was about to be exhausted, he finally saw a gray-black building through the dense reed grass on the bank. It must be a paper mill. A paper mill is close by.

He grabbed the reed grass on the bank and climbed out of the river. Before he could catch his breath, he staggered away from the grass and ran towards the paper mill, but the closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong—it seemed a bit too quiet here.