[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

As the seemingly peaceful days passed day by day, the food in the orphanage became more abundant due to the rapid recovery from the depression, and now it was autumn again, which was the time for the harvest.

The orphanage is like a castle, but the decoration inside has been looted, leaving only the bare walls covered with dust and cobwebs.Looking up from the outside, the castle looks like a building described in a fairy tale in the rosy sunset, with jagged towers standing alone.

And at this time, Hannibal, who was beside her, would look up at the building, look at it for a while, and then carry her to the woods on the mountain behind the orphanage.

He knew that there were several fruit trees, and the fruits on them were already ripe and hanging on the branches.He once sat on his father's shoulders to pick it, and he was so sweet that he believed Mia would like it.

After detouring a few paths, Mia saw a tree of oranges with orange-red skins, which was a sign of ripeness.

Putting Mia aside, Hannibal hugged the trunk and climbed up, instead of picking at the bottom, he stepped on the branches to a higher place and hopped over, picking a branch before jumping off.

He squatted down with his arms full of oranges, pulled off the extra twigs and placed the oranges on the dry grass beside him. He peeled one for Mia and put it in her hand to signal her to taste it.

With a fresh, fruity sweet taste, food always relaxes and brings unspeakable satisfaction.

The remaining half was given to Hannibal who was putting the oranges in her pocket. The boy ate the oranges with Mia's hand, peeled several more and shared them between the two until he touched Mia a little. The bulging belly stopped.Hannibal tidied up the little cloth hat for her, carried her back with the remaining oranges in his arms.

On the path full of fallen leaves, the crisp sound of Hannibal stepping on the dry leaves was the only communication between the two of them, and it was the first time that Hannibal, the only one who survived the war, felt peace in the orphanage peaceful.

He hoped to enjoy the autumn wind behind Mia's back, but what annoyed him was that every time he had hoped, his hopes would always come to nothing.

"Look, dumb people also have playmates." The blond boy twitched his lips with a half-smile, and walked over from behind a tree with another boy of about the same age.It's like they're sitting there waiting for Hannibal to teach him a lesson for no reason.

Seeing that Fedor would not let him go easily like the previous few times, Hannibal patted Mia, squatted down and pushed her down behind the tree so as to avoid their attention.

Hannibal was a little shorter than him, but he looked over with the same momentum.In the face of inexplicable provocations, the heirs of the Laida family are not afraid of it.

This seemed to be a purely unilateral assault, but Hannibal did not suffer. Although he was smaller than the two people opposite him, his IQ and tricks were obviously much higher.

Mia has just arrived in Hannibal, and although she wants to help, there is nothing she can do now, except to keep herself out of the sight of the other two who might try to catch her. If the situation is serious, she is ready to run to the second supervisor I asked for help there.

She was not sure about the second supervisor's attitude towards her, so she didn't dare to get in touch with him easily.

Fortunately, Hannibal was not injured. The blond boy seemed to have knives hidden in his eyes, and he secretly protected his aching back, "No one wants you dumb bastard! One day you will die in the dirty mud into hell!"

The people here seem to have an inexplicable fear of repelling hell, so Fedor cursed every curse he could think of, spit on the outside, and limped away.

Hannibal couldn't speak, and swallowed the blood in his mouth with a gloomy expression in a place where Mia couldn't see, turned around and came to find her again.

He doesn't blame Mia for running away when he fights, he thinks it's commendable to have a sense of self-defense against danger, Mia is smart, just like before.

His hands were stained with mud, and he didn't want to stain Mia's clothes, so he didn't touch her head.Mia was not too dirty, and patted the mud on his hands, "Hannibal is very powerful."

If it was her, she could only choose to escape.

Hannibal was very happy, this sentence clearly showed Mia's closeness to him.

Today's dinner was a bit richer than usual. A small plate of fried beef was poured with sauce, and there was even a small glass of milk at hand. These foods made Mia beyond her imagination of the orphanage's current economic situation. She already guessed that she was Not about to be sold for money.

The dean sat at the front of the long table, flanked by teenagers wearing uniforms, and Mia sat at the end because she was the youngest, so she could only see the dean's slightly drunken cheeks and undisguised excitement. The look of seeing the little sheep is about to fall into his plate.

"Oh my children," said the Dean, with a short beard and only a slit when his eyes were squinted.He held up his half-filled wine glass, his beard trembled with his lips, "Mrs. Osman will come to visit tomorrow. Poor Mrs. Osman lost her husband, and her only child went to heaven in a sudden illness... It's pathetic, kids kids please stop talking and listen to the big things I'm about to say."

Hannibal didn't seem to be interested in what he said at all, and continued to eat the steak with his head down, gracefully like a distinguished young master tasting the food in front of him, taking his time.

"Mrs. Osman likes children very much," the dean smiled again. "She is disheartened, so she needs a sensible and obedient child to accompany her. Oh children, this is a good opportunity. What she has can buy ten One-third of the country's treasures and real estate... What a great opportunity, you must dress neatly tomorrow, and you must not be rude in front of Mrs. Osman."

The dean’s words set off a storm, and the teenagers present were so excited that they didn’t even bother to care about the rare veal steak on the plate. They were already thinking about how to make themselves attractive to the wealthy Mrs. Osman. A life I didn't even dare to think about.

Like a hunk of pie falling, Fyodor grinned too, with eagerness in his eyes.

It has to be said that Mia was also a little moved by this.

In the collective bedroom, almost all the teenagers are tossing and turning, because the fate that may fall on them tomorrow, some of them are praying in the quilt, and some of them have already started to make themselves look good in front of Mrs. Osman tomorrow. Bright and ready.

On the contrary, Hannibal didn't move, but stared at Mia lying on the small bed with his eyes open.It was a distance from which the face could no longer be seen, but Hannibal was still looking at the little girl who seemed to be thinking about something. He felt with some anxiety that Mia seemed to be preoccupied. She should be asleep at this time of weekdays. Instead of aimlessly playing with your fingers beside the bed.

He could faintly feel that Mia was about to leave him.

This was something he could not stand.

Turning over, Hannibal's handsome face that could already foresee the future was hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, and his lips were tightly pursed into a line that was stubborn and gloomy.

It's not yet dawn, although the autumn morning is already a little later than the summer morning, and the sleepy Mia has been forcibly woken up by the sound of getting up and talking loudly without any scruples. Looking at the sky, it was obviously much darker than the previous six o'clock morning.

The children couldn't help but began to dress themselves up. They put on their best clothes and even used some tricks that they were too lazy to deal with on weekdays to make themselves look neat and tidy.

The wooden comb that was not used much on weekdays was rushed to use, the teenagers pushed and shoved, and even broke out several small quarrels. Of course, force occupied the highest position in the orphanage and gained the right to speak.

Fedor glanced sideways at the boy he dared not speak, retracted his eyes contemptuously, stretched his neck in front of the mirror, combed his blonde hair into four or six parts with a comb dipped in water, and gently pressed his palms to straighten his hair. The hair that was so protruding, I finally straightened the half-worn bow tie from side to side.

He felt that no one in this orphanage could surpass himself in front of Madam Osman.

Hannibal made Mia's bed as always, and Mia had given up trying to stop him. Habits are a terrible thing.

She was dressed in the same way as before, but Hannibal thought Mia looked a little cuter than yesterday.He frowned, and stuffed the little cloth cap he was about to wear for her into his wide pocket, so she didn't notice it.

"Hannibal, have you seen my hat?" Mia pouted and searched for a hat on the bed. After getting used to it, she suddenly felt chilly when she didn't wear it.

Hannibal shook his head, and signaled that it was time for her to go to the hall.

Mia jumped off the bed and gave up her attachment to the hat, "Okay."

The front row of the two rows of seats in the hall was already full, and the original dean's seat was vacant, and a brand new set of retro tableware was placed on the table.The seat that should have been Hannibal was occupied early, and they believed that the more they sat in the front, the greater their chances of showing their faces in front of Mrs. Osman.

Fyodor smiled provocatively at Hannibal who was sitting at the end, he was occupying the closest distance to Mrs. Osman.

Hannibal grabbed two handfuls of hair without changing his expression. His hair has grown fast recently and he didn't take care of it. His dark golden half-long hair was messed up by him for a while. From the side, he could only see a miserable white and thin chin .

Swallowing a mouthful of bread, Mia turned her head to look at him. Hannibal had already reached out and rubbed her hair into a knot. Before she could react, the young man smiled at her and rubbed his fingers against her. Cheeks with bread sauce.

Mia's face was puffed up, and she probably guessed that Hannibal didn't want her to be selected.