Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

The beauty and splendor blooming in the sky at this moment are like a grand tribute, making all lonely thoughts lighter and farther away.

After moving to Zheng Feng's villa, and using Zheng Feng's money to hire someone to clean the villa up and down, and replaced a lot of brand new furniture, Su Jiao slowly moved into the master bedroom with the best lighting. .

You can't use ordinary methods to torment Zheng Feng, the most vicious method is to let her watch all the wealth and honor she has tossed in her life come to naught.

In fact, it is also a great spiritual enjoyment to watch Zheng Feng's pain, but he can only praise himself crazily.

The gods who distinguish between good and evil will not feel pity for Zheng Feng's pain.

If he went to take pity on Zheng Feng, then who would take pity on the children who were frightened by the fire?

The busy and tossing day was over, Su Jiao was lying in the master bedroom which had been tidied up, and there was a faint fragrance of epiphyllum floating in the air.

Believers in the world of meteorite natural disasters symbolize his coming with the fragrance of epiphyllum.

He really likes it, so he also used this kind of incense in the house, but compared to the Church of the Stars, the smell in the room is very weak.

Su Banana lay on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.

……

Su Banana had a dream.

He dreamed of his childhood, before the fire.

He was sent by Zheng Feng to a boarding kindergarten—that is, the kindergarten where the fire broke out.

The equipment in the kindergarten is very simple. There is a huge banyan tree in the yard. Under the tree, the children always like to skip rope, guess boxing games, play games, pile sand and squeeze mud.

But Su Jiao was not among them, he liked to read fairy tales alone in the classroom.

But this does not mean that he has no friends. In fact, Su Jiao was cute and delicate when he was a child, and the old clothes on his body could not hide his clean and soft temperament like a glazed doll.

Many children like to play with him, and try not to disturb him when he expresses that he wants to read fairy tale books.

He is the most embodied beauty that any child can imagine.

……

Kindergarten days are calm and boring.

This day, little Su Jiao woke up at night. After solving his personal problems, he came out of the toilet. There were dilapidated windows in the dark corridor. When he returned, he habitually looked out from the corridor.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and couldn't help but lie down in front of the window.

He saw a bright and twinkling star streak across the dark night, and that star descended towards him, getting closer, getting closer, so close that he could hear the wind and howling——

Su Jiao finally saw clearly that the star was burning, a hot ball of fire, with a terrifying wind and whistling, rushing towards him——

Just as he was terrified by its approach—

It fell entirely in the yard, the banyan tree was directly burned to ashes, the intense heat almost made him unable to breathe, his last consciousness was to watch the fireball smash the ground into a terrifying crater——

……

Little Su Banana woke up suddenly.

The warm sun shines in from the small window.

He woke up from his little bed.

Kindergarten conditions are simple, they do not live in a dormitory for a few people, but a Chase bunk full of upper and lower bunks.

There was no big pit in the yard, no fireball, the banyan tree was there perfectly, and his little friends were still playing games as if nothing had happened—nothing happened.

During the children's play time, he took a book to read in a daze, but when he opened it, it turned out to be a horror fairy tale that he had never liked to read.

So that night, he couldn't sleep no matter what, maybe because of the horror fairy tale he read today, he was a little scared and felt the urge to urinate, but he didn't dare to go to the toilet.

The small wooden beds on the upper and lower floors of the kindergarten couldn't hold his barren drowsiness. He slowly got up, but saw a hazy figure beside the bed.

It was a child about his age.

His skin is white, his black hair is slightly curly, and he has a pair of gray eyes that look hazy like floating mist.

His whole body floats and sinks in this drifting night in a blur.

Little Su Jiao wasn't sure if she had seen him in kindergarten, but it was a great thing to meet a companion who woke up at night.

So little Su Jiao was ignorant, and asked in a low voice: "You don't sleep, do you also want to go to the toilet?"

……

During the whole process, Su Jiao, who watched the dream from a third perspective, only felt creepy.

If you look at it from the perspective of little Su Jiao, it is indeed a little boy with a delicate appearance and a little stiff movements, about his age.

But from Su Jiao's perspective, it was a hazy, broken mist that didn't even know what kind of existence it was.

But little Su Jiao didn't notice it, he whispered to this "person": "I want to go too, wait for me to get up... I, can I hold your hand?"

It... No, it should be Him, who agreed to Xiao Su Jiao's request.

So little Su Jiao quietly grabbed the opponent's "hand".

"Your hands are very cold, the clothes you are wearing are so thin." Little Su Jiao said, "But it's okay, I just crawled out of the bed, my hands are very warm, as long as I keep holding you, you will also warm up .”

……

"Don't you go to the toilet... Ah, so you don't want to go to the toilet, so you still..."

Little Su Jiao realized something, he became a little shy, and said to the mist, "Then, thank you..."

So Su Jiao, who was speaking in the third person, saw the gray mist roll a few times, and then ran to little Su Jiao's cheeks, turning into two strange red clouds.

Su Banana: "?"

Little Su Jiao didn't realize that she was being teased, and even said to him naively and ignorantly: "Why don't you talk all the time, and you don't have any expression, it's scary...ah, it's too cold, Don't you want to go to the bathroom?"

Little Su Jiao: "Okay, if you don't want it, then let's go back."

The third-person Su Jiao saw the gray mist turn into steaming red, and slowly followed little Su Jiao.

"Your hands seem to be warming up." Little Su Jiao said in a low voice, "Maybe that's the case. I actually feel very warm now."

……

In the next dream, little Su Jiao seemed to be used to having such a silent "friend".

Little Su Jiao's fairy tale book turned a page again, and he whispered to his friend, "Why don't you talk to other people? They are all very good people."

"Oh, speaking of it, you don't talk to others, and you don't seem to like talking to me either."

"Can't you talk?"

"Ah... I'm sorry."

The little boy shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

"Then let me read you a fairy tale."

Little Su Jiao turned a page of fairy tales and read to him softly: "So the witch told the wandering little princess that one night, when a shooting star streaked across the sky, she would meet the prince who loved her so much, and kept it in her heart. All wishes will come true..."

"The princess asked the witch, what day is this day, and when will her wishes that are far away and difficult to fulfill..."

After reading this fairy tale, little Su Jiao didn't read any more.

The wandering princess waited for the meteor to come, met the prince, defeated the bad princess pretending to be her, recovered her country and identity, and married the prince.

The wish of the princess has been fulfilled, which is a very good ending.

He looked at the banyan tree not far away, and said to himself, "Mom said...after reading thirty fairy tales, she will come to pick me up."

On his lap is No.30 a fairy tale, but his mother did not come to see him.

The little boy with gray eyes watched him silently.

Beautiful children always attract attention, the teacher quickly noticed Su Jiao's depression, "Oh, what's the matter."

Su Jiao asked her in a low voice, "When can mom come and see me?"

The teacher smiled, "It's going to be the end of the month."

Did the well-behaved child look sad, "But I miss her very much."

The teacher comforted gently: "Then let me call your mother, okay?"

Little Su Jiao was silent for a while, then shook her head, "No more."

Even if she called, she would not come to see him.

Su Jiao didn't pay attention, and the teacher didn't look in the direction behind him, as if the child behind him didn't exist at all.

That night, little Su Jiao couldn't sleep again. He turned his eyes and saw the little boy beside the bed. He was watching him quietly and silently, as if he had been here since ancient times.

The curly black-haired little boy looked at him quietly, his gray eyes seemed to hold two bowls of soft moonlight.

Little Su Jiao: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

He shook his head.

"You can't sleep either?" Little Su Jiao sat up, and he whispered, "Me too."

The boy gently held his hand, pointing out the window with one finger.

His hand was small and cold, as if he was holding it, it was wrapped in a cloud of mist.

Little Su Jiao: "Do you want to go outside to breathe?"

The boy nodded.

Little Su Jiao followed the boy outside.

The night wind was very gentle, and the snow-white moonlight fell on the two children.

Little Su Jiao still looked at the door subconsciously, as if she still had some hopeless expectation.

The little boy suddenly tugged at his hand.

Su Jiao looked at him, but saw him pointing to the sky.

On the pitch-black night, many stars suddenly flashed across, like beautiful lines, bringing fine and beautiful streamers of light.

At this moment, little Su Jiao's amber eyes were filled with twinkling stars.

The beauty and splendor blooming in the sky at this moment are like a grand tribute, making all lonely thoughts lighter and farther away.

He subconsciously looked at the little boy.

The little boy didn't look at the shooting stars shining all over the sky, but just stared at him quietly.

His eyes seemed to be filled with gray moonlight, gentle and tender.

……

Su Jiao woke up from a dream—even if it was just a dream, he seemed to hear the sound of his heart beating.

Those dusty memories seem to be slowly waking up.

He finally remembered his past, the child who appeared in kindergarten.

He has slightly curly black hair, gray eyes, and his whole temperament is like a misty mist. Even in the sun, he gives people an elusive sense of remoteness and loneliness.

He never spoke, but always followed the young Su Jiao, quietly and silently, neither crying nor laughing.

but……

But Su Jiao liked him very much.

Because although he is wearing a silent and withdrawn skin, he can always give the lonely little Su Jiao who has many friends the power to warm him.

Su Jiao already remembered why she rushed into the fire.

—Before that fire broke out, the little boy took him outside and asked him to play peek-a-boo with him.

The little boy explained the rules to him with gestures——

[I'm hiding, you can find me after counting to 100. 】

For the 100 strokes, he indicated with two palms, and Su Jiao asked, "Ten strokes?"

He shook his head and waved his palms twice.

Su Jiao hesitated: "One hundred times?"

He nodded.

Su Jiao: "Okay. Su Jiao counted the numbers with his back turned to him.

But little Su Jiao is very cunning, he secretly brought a small mirror, and saw that the other party hid in the house-in fact, it was not that little Su Jiao was playing tricks, but when he played peek-a-boo with the other party, no matter where he went, he couldn’t find him. he.

But for Su Jiao to hide and seek, no matter where Su Jiao is hiding, the other party can find it quickly.

There is not so much dissatisfaction in the small game where he was willing to bet and admit defeat.

But the fact that he can't find each other makes little Su Jiao feel frustrated—because it always gives him a feeling that although they are good friends, if one day the other party leaves quietly, Su Jiao will never be found. He had the illusion.

This made the young little Su Banana feel uneasy.

So Su Ban thought about it at that time.

At least once peek-a-boo.

to find him.

Even if you cheat once, it doesn't matter.

The fire started while he was counting fifty.

He saw in the mirror, the soaring flames burst into the sky, and at the same time his mind was blank, he stopped the thought of rushing into the room to call someone, turned around and ran under the banyan tree, and rang the sound installed here, and the whole kindergarten was shocked. You can hear the wake up bell.

He didn't know where the other party was hiding, and he couldn't find him even if he rushed over now.

And there are so many people, we must wake everyone up first!

Everyone wakes up, then everyone will be saved.

The ear-piercing ringing of the bell rang out one after another along with the screams of the teachers discovering the fire.

The children were all evacuated outside before the fire grew.

The old kindergarten had old fire extinguishers, so helplessly, the fire grew bigger and bigger.

Su Jiao looked over one by one, but didn't see the child who was playing hide-and-seek with him. He hurriedly asked the teacher if he had ever seen a boy with gray eyes——

The teacher said in surprise: "Gray eyes? No, all the children are here."

Then he comforted: "Don't worry, everyone has been rescued, you have made a great contribution."

"No...no..."

Su Jiao shook her head vigorously, "There are still people inside!! And my friend..."

The teacher said seriously: "The teacher checked very carefully, and there is no one inside."

"No! Yes!" Su Jiao suddenly pushed the teacher away, rushed towards the burning house, and was quickly grabbed again.

He struggled hard and cried.

He was young, and his understanding of death only happened in fairy tales where the princess fell asleep and the mermaid died, but whether it was the poisoned apple or the witch's curse, he didn't want that silent friend to bear it.

The teacher comforted him: "Your mother is here, don't you miss your mother very much, she is worried about you, so she came to you—"

However, Su Jiao seemed to be stupefied and turned a deaf ear to her words.

The teacher looked at him with surprise gradually, and the other children looked at him with vague fear, but Su Jiao didn't care at all, he even continued to count in his heart, the number approached from 70 to 90——

He bit the teacher's hand violently.

The teacher screamed and let go.

Su Jiao silently apologized in her heart, and then rushed into the fire without hesitation, shouting his name—what was his name...he couldn't remember, but he was really trying hard calling to him.

96.

The wooden door collapsed.

97.

Dongliang fell down and smashed behind him with Mars, and he had no way out.

98.

All the bedsteads were burning, and the acrid flames took one's breath away.

99.

Why are you so desperate?Because the stars in the night are too bright, or is his gaze too gentle?Or because the falling of the meteor is always sad, so the wishes made on the corpses of the stars do not dare to be too greedy, only dare to have small hopes, if there is no mother who cares, then the silent friend who cares about him, treats him well, and stays with him day and night You can grow up without any disasters, and you will always be good and good.

100.

His origin is like a mystery.

But he tried to grasp his answer during the countdown of a hundred seconds.

……

"One hundred times."

In the pain of the burning fire, little Su Jiao coughed, with tears in her eyes: "I... cough cough... I found you."

The child with curly black hair and gray eyes was spotless in the endless flames, but it was also hazy like a non-existent dream.

There is a shallow light on him, and there is also a dangerous aura like an abyss. The disaster seems to make his sense of existence stronger.

He didn't seem to expect that he would come back, he was slightly startled, but in the next second, he was hugged by little Su Jiao.

This hug was extremely hot and forceful, and the child's clear amber eyes reflected dangerous flames, but no matter how hot the flames were, they couldn't resist the persistence in his eyes that seemed to be burning with the soul as a candle.

He seemed to hear the ticking of the pocket watch, spinning in an irreversible direction. He stared at the desperate child in the sea of ​​fire, and a helpless and deep sadness slowly emerged in his gray eyes.

He held the hot hand of the beautiful young man, with the cold darkness floating on his body, he said softly and helplessly:

"I said, you will regret it."

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!