hello little angel

"Don't call me an angel. I have a name. My name is Xingyu."

Zong Dai called him an angel, but he didn't like it. He felt that it was the same as calling someone's title directly, which was awkward. For example, he was a delivery man, and Zong Dai called him "deliverer" every day.

"How should I write it? Your name." Zong Dai explained calmly, "I didn't go to school seriously, and I don't know many characters."

"Is that so..." Xing Yu drew his finger on the ground and asked him again: "Do you remember?"

Zong Dai nodded.

Xingyu is a word he can write.

At night, Zong Dai took Xing Yu's hand and took him into a nearby bathhouse in the dead of night.Zong Dai didn't care about it himself, but he didn't expect that the angel would sweat and despise himself for being dirty.

Xingyu tightened his wings obediently, he was wearing an oversized coat, and when he entered the empty bathroom, he was surprised to find that there is such a spacious bathroom in the world!

"If an angel is alive, you must be from the south." Zong Dai undressed him, thinking that he would take someone to buy some daily necessities after taking a shower.

"So you have money." The little angel saw that his life was no different from that of a tramp, and really thought that this person had nothing.

Zong Dai still has some money, not much, but it is enough for him to rent a small house and start over, it is just a question of whether he wants to or not.

Originally, he planned to die like this, and it doesn't matter how he ended up, but today there is a little angel beside him, obviously an angel, but he is as cute as a child in the world, noisy and noisy, but Zong Dai can always make an unconditional compromise, Compromise without reason.

It was probably the first time in his life so far that someone approached with pure kindness. An angel, he regarded him as a gift left by heaven and left in the world, but he was accidentally met by him, a gift from heaven.

Zong Dai has never received a gift before, so he regards the only one as a treasure.

It takes a lot of effort to clean a little angel. It takes half an hour to wash the wings carefully, not counting the time to dry them with a towel.

Zong Dai originally used a hair dryer, but Kexingyu didn't like the sound, thinking it was noisy.So Zong Dai could only bring a few dry towels, put one on his lap, let Xing Yu rest on his pillow, and put two beautiful wings on Zong Dai's chin, indicating that he could touch it lightly.

Like a proud and precious cat, its beautiful fur is wet before finally lying lazily in the arms of humans.

But Zong Dai enjoyed it a little. He likes these feathers, they are so soft and beautiful, the base of the wings is pink soft flesh, and the position where it connects to the butterfly bone is very sensitive. Whenever Zong Dai touches it, Xing Yu trembles and shakes. Shaking like a newborn sapling.

In the brightly lit night market, Xing Yu was wearing a pair of slippers, pattering and walking within Zong Dai's protection area, without being touched by the passing crowd.

He obediently took Zong Dai's big hand, and after buying the porcelain bowl with two little wings printed on it, he dragged Zong Dai into a barber shop called "Pretty Baby".

Tony didn't expect Zong Dai's overly long hair to be a chiseled handsome face. He looked at the silent Zong Dai through the mirror, and opened his mouth with a broad mouth: "Do you want to cut it so long, wow?"

Zong Dai didn't answer, Xing Yu tugged at the corner of Tony's clothes, and raised his palm to his forehead: "Here, it's about this long."

Tony's eyes lit up: "The kid is so beautiful, what's his name?"

Xing Yu was answering, but someone grabbed his finger.

Zong Dai looked at Tony through the mirror. His eyes, originally hidden under his bangs, were pitch black. His eyes were long and narrow, with deep brows and eyes. To put it mildly, he was called cold, but to put it bluntly, he had a fierce look.

Now the bright eyes are warning: don't talk to him, don't approach him, don't touch him.

Tony was forced to silence by his eyes, and continued to work with trepidation. Fortunately, the manpower was relatively stable, and the cutting effect did not disappoint Xingyu.

"Do you like it?" Zong Dai saw Xing Yu's eyes were wrong and he looked at himself.

"It's beautiful, I like it. How about you, don't you like it yourself?" Xing Yu asked him.

From the beginning to the end, Zong Dai's attention fell on a certain little angel. As for his own hair, he didn't care and didn't plan to care.So he answered honestly: "It's enough if you like it."

He naturally stretched out his hand, took Xing Yu's small hand half covered by the wide cuff, and led him through the crowded crowd to choose the right clothes.

No one knows that among the noisy and crowded crowds in the summer night, under the lights of the streets twinkling like stars, an angel who fell into the world and a human being who escaped from the dead came together by fate, just like God painstaking arrangements.

The night temperature in early autumn is just right, but the bottom of the bridge tunnel is too humid after all.

Zong Dai originally planned to take Xingyu to stay in a hotel, but he couldn't stand him clamoring to experience the feeling of sleeping under the bridge, so Zong Dai bought another bedding and pillows, and then escorted him back slowly from the embankment path to " Home" to go.

A few pieces of cardboard and an old quilt are all Zong Dai's bedding.Now that the little angel is here, an extra layer of soft bedding and two pillows are placed on top of the cardboard.

Xing Yu unpacked a down pillow, and dumped all the feathers that Zong Dai had collected during the day, including his own.

"Who knows how much hair I'll shed, maybe I can make a pillow out of it." Xing Yu explained, flapping his wings.

Zong Dai took him to the river to wash, but the river was too icy, so he bought half of the mineral water he intended to drink, and used half of it to wash his feet in the rain.

The sound of insects chirping and the wind blowing over the tip of the grass was loud, and Xingyu was accidentally bitten by several mosquito bites on his tender instep. Rubbing on the trousers.

"Have you wiped it dry?" Zong Dai looked down at his insteps that looked white in the night.

Xing Yu wiggled his toes, felt that the prank was successful, and raised the corners of his mouth to him: "Wipe dry, but your pants were wet by me."

"I'll do it later, it's okay." Zong Dai didn't mind.

"Oh~" The little angel made fun of himself, and moved to scratch the back of his neck.

Carrying the man back to the bridge hole and placing him in the soft quilt, Zong Dai turned on the small desk lamp he had just bought for him. The bottom of the bridge hole, which was still dark just now, instantly became brighter.

He knew that angels like light.

"The sound of the water is so loud." The little angel nestled in the newly bought quilt, staring at the roof of the bridge hole with both eyes, the blue-gray concrete surface reflected the water light shaking and flickering due to the moon, just looking at it, okay You can feel peace in Yu's heart.

"Is it noisy to you? Tomorrow I will look for a rental apartment." Zong Dai was packing his bags. It was impossible for him to let Xing Yu live with him in this kind of place again.

"No, it sounds good. I like the sound of water." Xing Yu folded his wings sideways to make room for Zong Dai, looked at his busy back, and said in a low voice, "Actually, if you're here, I'll live." Anywhere."

Zong Dai's movements obviously faltered, but he quickly covered it up.

"Zong Dai." Xing Yu called his name, "Why do you live here?"

Zong Dai was silent for a long time, Xing Yu propped his chin and waited for him to answer. It was not until sleepiness welled up that Zong Dai's voice echoed with the gurgling water in the bridge hole.

"Angel, I used to be a bastard... I did a lot of things I shouldn't do. I couldn't decide my origin, so I at least want to decide my ending."

The light from the small desk lamp fell on Zong Dai's broad shoulders, and the light and shadow swaying with the water waves reflected on the curved wall. He bowed his body and stopped talking. The huge dark shadow was like a sad monster, sobbing lonely and pitifully with.

Xing Yu felt his sadness and his strong remorse, which came from Zong Dai, only part of his emotions.

"It's not your fault." Xing Yu's heart was clenched tightly, and many feathers were scattered behind him. He comforted softly: "Everything you have experienced here is not the real you. Maybe you don't understand it yet, but..."

"You're not a bastard." The little angel put away those feathers distressedly, and stuffed them into Zong Dai's pillow.

The packed luggage was put aside, and Zong Dai sat next to Xing Yu. He still had no expression on his face, but his eyes were very soft.

"Go to sleep, we will go to other cities tomorrow."

There are many thick dark calluses on Zong Dai's palms and fingertips. When he strokes Xing Yu's forehead, it feels hard but warm.Xing Yu felt drowsy after being touched by him, and asked him in a daze, "Where are you going?"

"South." Zong Dai glanced at a snow-white feather beside the pillow, and said in a low voice, "Find a place suitable for you to live in."

*

The next morning, Zong Dai was carrying a huge nylon bag, which contained all the things the two bought yesterday. He held Xing Yu with the other hand, and stuffed a card into his light yellow backpack.

"What is it?" Xing Yu asked him.

"ID card, for ticket checking."

Xing Yu didn't even know when and where Zong Dai applied for the false certificate, just like when he got up early in the morning, Zong Dai cleaned up all traces of life around him except for the bedding the two of them slept on, as if this place had never been It's as if no one has ever lived there.

He knew that Zong Dai's life in the past was not simple, and now it seems that it is far from simple.

Because of the wings, the two could only go to the oldest train station in the city. The security inspectors gathered to chat and have breakfast in twos and threes, and the successive warning sounds became meaningless background sounds.

There were people coming and going outside the ticket hall, and the breakfast vendors and wild rental drivers holding cards almost immediately set their sights on Xingyu, who was pure and innocent.

Xing Yu obediently stood where he was, and looked at everything strangely. He had never seen an old station with such a large flow of people. Everyone was hurrying, dragging huge suitcases or woven bags.

"Little brother, where are you going? I can drive you, and it's faster to drive."

The man who came up to talk to him was a middle-aged man with stubble on his face, wearing an old leather jacket and whitish jeans, with a strong smell of cigarettes, making Xing Yu take a step back unconsciously.

"I'm still waiting for someone."

The man also took a step forward, as if he was afraid of being robbed of his business by his peers. He spoke loudly and harshly: "Tell me where to go first, [-], how about I take you there at [-]?"

Xing Yu's ears were uncomfortable from his noise, and he frowned and refused: "I don't know, I said I'm waiting for someone."

"I don't know?" The man took out his card, which marked the nearest cities, and while he was reciting the names of those cities, he wanted to hold Xing Yu's shoulder: "Look where you are going..."

A second before touching Xing Yu, that thick black hand was caught by another big hand in time and folded back. Zong Dai used some strength, and the man was forced to step aside.

"Fuck it! Let go!" the man covered his shoulders, baring his teeth and yelling.

People around kept looking sideways, some of them gathered to watch the fun, but no one dared to take the initiative to check the situation.

Zong Dai was still holding the sweet corn he just bought in the other hand, but his eyes were fixed on the man in the middle, his brows and eyes were full of gloom, he let go of his hand before drawing more attention, and only warned in a low voice: "Don't get close to him. "

After the man broke free, he ran away in embarrassment. Xing Yu took the sweet corn and looked at Zong Dai, who was clearly out of order.

"Zong Dai, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words fell, Zong Dai grabbed his hand suddenly, and the nylon bag was slung across his body, so he quickly ran through the crowd to the station with his nylon bag: "Run! Follow me!"

Xing Yu heard the noise of the crowd behind him, he seized the opportunity to look back, the crowd that was not interfering with each other was knocked apart by something, like a praying mantis breaking into a colony of ants——

Someone was chasing them.

The beginning of this trip was not smooth, Xing Yu was dragged by Zong Dai to escape the ticketing through the security check, he didn't even know if the train that was about to start under the stairs was theirs.

Everything planned by the two suddenly turned around like this, turning into unknowns one after another.

Zong Dai clenched his hands tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose him if he loosened his grip a little bit, and the places where they touched were covered with cold sweat——

"boom!"

Someone shot in the crowd.

The station immediately became chaotic, screaming and yelling after him and kept chasing after him. At this moment, the uneasiness reached its peak, but Zong Dai let go of his hand.

He turned to look at Xing Yu, his body was like a taut bow, his voice was mixed with the roar of the train, he was asking Xing Yu:

"Do you believe me?"

How can this be considered a problem.

Without hesitation, Xing Yu blurted out: "I believe in you."

Zong Dai's expression obviously loosened. At that moment, he squatted down and hugged Xing Yu, letting him sit on his arms like a child, and then, like an arrow that was finally shot from his bow-he ran with all his strength, A second before the last train door closed, he jumped into the car.

The author has something to say: I like some double escape literature hehehe~