This man found the bag

That evening.

Suddenly there was a thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, splitting the originally dark twilight.

Without waiting for pedestrians to dodge, violent storms ensued one after another, like prostitution, pouring chills on people's hearts.

Daocheng ushered in the worst thunderstorm weather that year.

In the telephone booth by the side of the road, a thin boy curled up in a corner with his legs folded.Because the pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, half of the door has fallen off, which can't do much.However, it is always good to have a place to live, for a dirty brat like him, the shops on the street will not allow him to stay.

He was too dirty, even his little face was black and black, his face was invisible, and his small body was huddled up, like an inconspicuous stray cat, no one would even give him a charity look.

His body was very cold and his stomach was very hungry. It was obviously summer, but the boy felt a burst of hunger and cold, as if he would not be able to survive the night.

Lightning struck one after another, and the boy faintly heard an exclamation. He followed the source of the sound and saw a cypress tree by the roadside was struck by lightning, cut off in the middle, and was breathing black.

The boy was a little scared, shrunk into a smaller ball, covered his ears by the way, stared blankly at the rain that filled the sky outside with his dark eyes.

The rain came quickly and left late, and the raindrops hit the ground with crackling patters, forming puddles of water, which did not tend to weaken until the middle of the night.

If it were an ordinary person, after a night of rain, he would have passed out with a high fever, but the boy seemed to have a resistance that was different from ordinary people. In the middle of the night, he sneezed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and woke up from hunger.

Glancing at the pattering raindrops outside the phone booth, the boy stretched his muscles and pushed the door out of the phone booth.

Although the rain has not stopped, the moon has exposed a corner, reflecting the water on the road.

The boy walked along the road, leaned against the window and looked at the various breads in the bakery, and swallowed hard.He was really hungry. He was so hungry that he had stomach cramps in the first half of the night. Although he was very hungry now, when he saw the food, he suddenly aroused the greedy insects, and his stomach gurgled several times.

Looking at the delicious food through the window, it was right to celebrate his birthday. The boy let go of his extravagant hopes, turned around and came to a trash can. A box of unopened canned fish.

It's a pity that the bread has been soaked in rainwater, and the cans have long expired, and there is a foul smell immediately after opening.

The boy was a little frustrated. Looking at the whole street, all the trash cans were standing in the rain. There was probably nothing to eat. He was just about to leave empty-handed, but suddenly he saw a stray dog ​​crossing the road with a dog in his mouth. The meat buns I picked up somewhere, ran into the alley happily.

It's a pity that its good mood didn't last long. A boy flew over from the side of the road, pressed it under him, quickly snatched the meat bun, and took a bite with a ferocious expression, "Well, it really is meat. Stuffed."

The dog was skinny and skinny, and was used to being bullied by stray dogs on the street on weekdays. He was always hungry and full, and dawdled with his tail between his legs.It was cold, windy and rainy tonight, and I managed to find some food, but was snatched away by a kid again. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, and opened my mouth and threw myself at the boy.

The boy looked at it baring out a mouthful of teeth, and pounced on him with a "woo-woo". Instead of putting down the bun to beg for mercy, the boy took another bite of the bun, turned sideways, and easily avoided it.

The dog rushed to nothing, became even more furious, turned around, and entangled the boy even more ferociously, wishing to eat him alive.

The boy was able to dodge left and right, and could always avoid the attack of the stray dog, but suddenly he tripped over the bricks under his feet and fell to the ground. The dog saw the timing, jumped over and bit the boy directly. calf.

As soon as the boy felt the pain, his eyes turned red immediately. He picked up the brick and patted it on the dog's head with precision.

The dog took a hit, let go of his mouth with an "owwow", and was dizzy, and was directly slapped on the ground by the next brick.But the boy didn't give up, grabbed the bricks, and hit the dog's head a few more times. Seeing that its brains were bursting and it was motionless, he threw away the bricks and looked down at the wound.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man standing in front of me.The boy looked up, and first saw his nostalgic jeans, then a white shirt, and then, a plain and fair face with warm brows and eyes, under the dim street lights, hazy but beautiful.

The boy was taken aback, then looked up at the umbrella that was covering his head, and when he didn't know how to react, he heard the man ask, "Does your leg matter?"

"It's okay." The boy got up in a hurry, and then staggered a few times, splashing the mud all over the man's body, his face was a little embarrassing, "I'm sorry." After finishing speaking, he wobbled towards the direction of the telephone booth with half a meat bun in his mouth go.

The man chased after him and grabbed the boy's arm, "Why don't you go to my place and I'll treat the wound for you."

"Are you a doctor?" The boy frowned, and his dark eyes clearly showed distrust. After all, not all human traffickers are vicious, and maybe there will be one or two who are as kind and good-looking as the man in front of him.

The man saw his doubts, smiled and shook the medicine box in his hand, "I went out in the middle of the night to see a doctor."

Only then did the boy notice the white suitcase in his hand. If he smelled it carefully, he could still smell the faint smell of disinfectant on the man's body, like a doctor.

After hesitating for a while, the boy said with some embarrassment: "But I don't have any money for you."

The man smiled instantly, his beautiful eyebrows stretched out, soft and warm, "I will never ask you for money from a child, let's go, I will hug you." Then he handed the umbrella and the medicine box to the boy , squatted down by himself.

The boy took a step back, "I'm dirty."

"It doesn't matter, the clothes have to be washed anyway." The man said, and picked up the child. He could see that he was homeless, so he didn't ask him about his life experience. He just asked casually, "How old are you?"

"Seven years old." The boy replied, trying to tilt the umbrella in the direction of the man, and said awkwardly, "Why don't you let me down, I can walk by myself."

The man smiled as before, "It's okay, you're not heavy."

It's really not heavy, and I can't feel any weight in my arms. I'm seven years old, but I'm as thin as a three or four-year-old child. I don't know how much I have suffered during this period.

Back home in the rain, it was almost dawn.

The boy took a good look at his residence while the man was taking out the key to open the door.

It was a small two-storey building, located on the corner of the street. Although the house was a bit old, the corner was good. There were people coming and going on weekdays, so opening a store would definitely make money.But for some reason, the first floor was actually empty, only a few oil paintings and some plaster statues were randomly placed, looking from the shadows, it was quite scary.

The man put down the boy, then put away the umbrella, patted the water stains on his body, and asked, "Is it cold?"

The boy was trembling all over, but the man stubbornly shook his head and said, "It's not cold."

The man hung up the umbrella, hugged the boy again, and said, "Let's take a hot bath first, and be careful of catching a cold. I'll clean up the wound for you later, and get a vaccination by the way." He said, hugging him Up to the second floor.

Compared with the messy first floor, the second floor looks much more spacious, clean and spotless inside and out, as simple and elegant as its owner.

When passing by the living room, the boy caught a glimpse of a silver saxophone on the shelf on the wall. Maybe the owner wiped it often, and it looked shiny.

The boy didn't know what it was, but he could only guess that it was a musical instrument. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid of getting it dirty, so he had to hold back and obediently went into the bathroom.

The man filled the tub with water, then went back to the bedroom to get a soft T-shirt, handed it to the boy, and said, "I'll put this on after I take a shower."

The boy wiped his hands on his body again and again to make sure it wasn't too dirty, then took the clothes, bowed his head and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're hungry, I'll make a noodle for you."

The boy was so flattered that he quickly shook his head, "No, I've already eaten buns." After finishing speaking, his stomach growled in disbelief, his face flushed, he bit his lip and stopped talking.

The man narrowed his smiling eyes, because his pupils were light in color, so his smile looked very weak. He only heard him say: "Then you take a bath first, and I will change your clothes and make noodles for you." out of the bathroom.

The boy is still in a daze until now. He reached out and touched the white wall, rubbed the flax-colored tiles with his toes, then took a look at the shampoo and body wash, and took it off slowly after making sure that he was not dreaming. He took off the clothes sticking to his body, and frowned slightly because he pulled the wound.

Lifting his legs and stepping into the bathtub, the boy rubbed his face vigorously. After washing off the mud, his original delicate outline was revealed. His complexion was very fair, his pupils were very dark, and his lips were very colorful. He was obviously a child, but he looked coquettish for no reason. In particular, there was a red birthmark between the eyebrows, a bud-like pattern, ready to bloom at any time, imprinted between the eyebrows of a child, it was indescribably weird.

It was such a face that made the man with a flat expression look surprised, and then smiled habitually, "So she is a beautiful child."

The boy's face was a little hot, and he stretched out his hand and pulled the T-shirt to cover his bare thighs.

The man pointed in the direction of the living room, "Go and sit on the sofa first, I'll treat the wound for you, and then give you an injection." Then, he asked in a childlike tone, "Are you afraid of injections?"

The boy shook his head, and said very manly: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Well, it doesn't hurt." The man smiled and rubbed the boy's half-dried hair, then took the medicine box over, helped him treat the wound, and injected another vaccine. The bowl of noodles came out and placed in front of the boy, "Come on, eat the noodles."

The boy pursed his lips and whispered, "Thank you."

"No thanks, go to sleep after dinner, I will give you a bed in the study, you can stay here temporarily."

The boy stopped eating noodles.

That's right, it must be only a temporary residence, so what is he expecting?

Like a man in his 20s, with just the right age, it is impossible to adopt a child.

Thinking of this, the boy took another mouthful of noodles.

Well, it doesn't taste that good...