delicate flowers and weeds

Tang Hua slept well last night.

The nightmare was lingering, but last night it seemed that he was merciful and didn't torture him anymore.

He didn't know that Fei Cao sat on the sofa with him in the middle of the night last night.

With eyes closed, Tang Hua drooped the tails of his eyes, pressing out a low arc, breathing very lightly, and resting his hands half on his forehead, lightly and gently, maintaining such a posture, never moving all night.

He was limp in the pillow, safe and harmless, pure and beautiful.

There was a night light on in the room.

Fei Cao crossed her hands to support her chin, just guarding quietly.

I was thinking in my heart.

"What a silly flower."

There was a light rain outside, fine and dense, whimpering and patting the windows.

Lying down and listening to the wind and rain, the years are all peaceful at this time.

Tang Hua who was on the bed suddenly struggled, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face was in pain, he held the sheet tightly with his hands, and murmured: "Little brother..."

Fei Cao sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his hand.

Sound has a soothing power.

"Don't be afraid, little Hua'er, I'm here."

The pain dissipated, as if smelling his unique scent, even in his sleep, Tang Hua's frowning brows faded away, and he fell back into a deep sleep with his head tilted.

Tang Hua was dreaming again.

It was still the confusion and fear of the first half, and the sky was oppressive.

But this time it's different.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the familiar smell swirled at the tip of his nose. He suddenly became less afraid. The fog in his dream dispersed around, and everything became clearer.

It was in a wasteland, and there was a dilapidated Honda car, tumbling on the spot, and the flames were raging.

Out of the flames were two children.

The faces were not clearly visible, but one of the wrists showed a clear red string, and the bell on it could still be heard ringing.

He rolled on the spot, as if he was holding something in his arms, protecting him carefully.

Tang Hua's heart choked, and she couldn't help but want to help.

From this angle, he could see that the clothes on the child's back were burned and his skin was scorched.

But he couldn't move half a step.

He could only look anxiously and watch all this happen.

The child was so lucky that he didn't die, but when he rolled into the fire, he hit a rock and passed out.

And the "thing" in his arms, Tang Hua finally saw clearly:

It was another child.

Dusty and unable to see his face clearly, he was crying softly, dumb and helpless.

"Do evil, do evil!"

I don't know how long it took, and finally someone found this place. They gathered together and chatted. Most of the onlookers were dressed in white clothes, like the clothes of a certain hospital.

But he didn't have the qualifications of a doctor, so he didn't go to rescue, but just watched indifferently.

"Where are these two children, miserable!"

……

Until the police car came roaring, the momentum was huge, the last car in the convoy looked familiar, and two figures got out of the car, staggering and crying.

No matter how many more, Tang Hua would never see again.

Stopped abruptly.

Finally, the case of Zhang Guiduo was settled, and no lawyer was willing to defend him, so the court had to appoint one for him.

After taking a bath, Tang Hua felt refreshed all over.

At this point in time, there were only him and Tang Xing in the Tang family.

His sister was working in the study, and Tang Hua was sitting on the sidelines reading a book.

Tang Xing teased him: "Why, the envoy of justice is finished, little hero, what do you think?"

Tang Hua said weakly, "Sister, spare me, spare me, those reporters are enough to annoy me."

Tang Xing said "tsk tsk" twice, and commented: "It deserves it!"

They talked for a while.

Tang Hua suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Sister, have any children in the Nancheng family ever suffered a fire?"

Tang Xing was coloring the characters, and the computer was beating loudly. Hearing this, he was taken aback, and raised his head: "Huh? Why do you ask this?"

She frowned and thought for a while: "No, people in the circle, which house does not have to be inspected two or three times a year, let's say that our house, spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons, there are special masters who come to see where there may be potential safety hazards , still a fire?"

Tang Hua thought about the dream, and the vehicles that appeared in it were luxurious and powerful, not like ordinary people's.

He asked: "Sister, what if you are not at home, but outside?"

"Like wild forests and wild mountains?"

Tang Xing laughed: "Little Hua'er, how dare you think that the young master and lady of a wealthy family are accompanied by bodyguards when they go out. How could they go to a place that is a little bit out of the way? Missed half a minute."

As she talked, she remembered a past event.

"But speaking of it, there really is a person who is similar to what you said. It is not only in a remote area, but also has something to do with fire."

Tang Hua hurriedly asked, "Who is it? Sister."

Tang Xing covered her mouth: "Isn't it you? Why don't you even remember your own affairs?"

She continued: "Did you forget? It was the time you were kidnapped when you were 8 years old. It was a troubled year for our Tang family. There was a traitor, and when I came back to my senses, the kidnappers called me."

"I found you at the entrance of the hospital. When I found you, your whole body was black, like coal. But it was strange. The police said that there was a fire at the scene, but you were not burned." , Mom didn’t know how many times I recited ‘Amitabha Buddha’ during that time, even my aunt said you are a little lucky star, and you are blessed by the gods.”

Tang Hua swallowed in his heart, and suddenly remembered the burnt child in his dream.

The child was wearing a red rope, his back was covered with scars, and he was holding something tightly in his arms...

He felt his eye sockets moist.

Where is the blessing of gods?

There is a person who will protect him even if he is burned...

but……

who's that person?

Does he...do he know who he is?

Tang Hua asked: "Sister, did the police only find me at the time? Are there any children who were also kidnapped?"

Tang Xing was surprised: "Why do you care about this matter?"

She put her hands on her temples, thought for a while, and said with certainty: "No, the kidnappers are here for our house, and you are the only one at the scene."

Tang Hua: "Really not? Sister, think about it again, did you remember wrongly?"

Tang Xing shook her head: "Absolutely not. How could I forget that kind of thing? I'm sure, it's only you."

Tang Hua sat on the balcony, two forces clashed in his mind:

On one side is a child in a dream rolling in a sea of ​​flames, with scars on his back that are dazzling and shocking, and the sound of clear and crisp silver bells can be heard faintly.

On the one hand, there was Tang Xing's affirmative tone: "You are the only one at the scene. The kidnappers are here for our Tang family. I won't remember wrongly."

The temples "chug" and hurt.

Tang Hua pressed the button and fell onto the mat.

But he doesn't remember anything.

When the young master was eight years old, he had an earth-shattering kidnapping. Although the kidnapper said, "For the sake of money, as long as you prepare 5000 million in cash, I will release your young master." Going for Tang Hua's life.

He was forcibly injected with sleeping pills, and he was groggy. He was tied up in the trunk, and the surroundings were bleak. He could only hear the dark and vicious voice of the kidnapper after he hung up the phone:

"Hmph, for the money? Hahaha, I'm going to make it difficult for all of you Tang's family!"

Tang Hua was blindfolded, his throat was burning badly, his whole body was burning badly, his consciousness sank, he wanted to call out: "Dad, Mom." But his voice was frighteningly weak, and he couldn't make it out.

……

and then?

Send what?

The young master couldn't remember, when he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the hospital, burned for three days, and his life was snatched from Lord Yan.He thought for a moment that he would die in that dark trunk, but he didn't expect to have a chance of being alive.

All these years, he thought he was saved by the police.

Until after having this dream.

Fei Cao is taking a bath.

The water vapor entered his eyes, and his whole body was foggy, making him look a little gentle for a moment.

He brushed his hair and pulled on a shirt.

The mirror was covered with mist, and only one corner showed the boy's back. There was a winding scar. It looked old, wrinkled and ugly, and it was incompatible with the surrounding healthy skin.

The scar must have been extremely deep back then, and the ugly dragon folds, even after years of self-healing and softening by the water mist, it can still be seen that it penetrates three points, like a mark after a fierce fire, alive A piece of meat was burnt.

The phone vibrates, which is the ringtone of the "specially concerned" person.

[Jiaohua: Deskmate, are you asleep yet? 】

Fei Cao walked out of the bathroom, brushing her hair while typing with one hand.

He glanced sideways and saw the scar on his back. The scar was in a place where his hands couldn't touch it. After so many years, it no longer hurts.

Look dressed as usual to cover it all up.

His eyes were dark, with a gentle smile:

[Weeds: Not yet, I just took a shower. 】

[Weeds: Have you washed it?Pay attention to dry your hair and be careful not to catch a cold. 】

Tang Hua was a little preoccupied.

[Jiaohua: No. 】

[Jiaohua: At the same table, I, I want to check some things, the leave given by Maitreya Buddha has not been exhausted, can you...]

The 611 tragedy has just been found out, so why is this kid having trouble again?

Addicted to being a detective?

Fei Cao hides a smile:

【Weeds: I'll accompany you. 】

[Weeds: What do you want to check?What about your sister and Teacher Xu? 】

【Weeds: No matter what, I will accompany you. 】

[Jiaohua: No... it's hard to explain in one word, how about it, at the same table, tomorrow I will go to your house to find you, and I will explain it to you in detail. 】

[Weeds: Okay, no problem. 】

[Weeds: What do you want to eat tomorrow?What time do you come? I'll make it for you in advance. 】

[Jiao Hua: Anything is fine.Well, I'll be here before noon tomorrow. My mother has a party and asked me to help her choose clothes. You don't even know that there are three rooms in the house full of her clothes. I qwq...]

The two had a great time chatting, and they were already far away from the previous topic. Tang Hua hadn't realized that the previous troubles and thoughts had been left behind by the other party's two words.

He tilted his head up and typed, still feeling unfinished.

【Weeds: Alright, tablemate, let's talk about something tomorrow, go to sleep at this point. 】

[Jiao Hua: Okay, good night. 】

[Weeds: Good night. 】

Before going to bed, the two connected with each other. In terms of distance, the two of them were one in the south and the other in the north. One was in a pile of rich people, and the other was in a poor mansion surrounded by rumors.

Breathing shallow, singing together, but connected by modern communication tools.

After sleeping well that day, Tang Hua discovered to his surprise that it seemed that only Fei Cao was around, so he no longer had to be trapped by nightmares.

But he couldn't say to Fei Cao: "Let's sleep together."

Even if there is a cause and effect for this matter, it sounds reasonable, but the young master still has to face.

So he had an idea, and changed the phrase: "Fei Cao, let's turn on the voice and sleep."