The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Another snowy night.

The cold air outside the window condensed into ice crystals and climbed up the window.

The amber-eyed boy crouched and raised his head, not knowing where he was looking.

"That guy is number one again today." A noisy guy squeezed in beside him. This is his contemporary, a boy with curly hair on his temples who is a bit talkative.

"He looks too arrogant, let's kill his arrogance again." The little chatterbox said with a smile, "You had a good idea last time. Didn't you see that guy was scolded miserably by the dean!"

The amber-eyed boy was motionless.

"Hey, talk to me."

"Are you looking at the snow? The snow is really beautiful." Little Huaba bit his finger and looked around hesitantly.

"...I don't like snow days." The boy with amber eyes moved suddenly and said.

"Huh?" The chatterbox was taken aback.

"Snow means freezing and starving, means needing more food, means...death and parting." He thought of a lot, but he didn't seem to think of anything.

Because of poor facilities in the orphanage, children freeze to death every winter.

And he, as the weakest one, would suffer from high fever every year, but repeated it for several years, and he would not die every time he hanged his breath, just like a cockroach.

Heaven doesn't want to accept me, so I have to let myself live and suffer here.

The little chatterbox choked for a moment, looked around, and found that no one was paying attention, so he quietly said to his companion: "I heard that an important person is coming tomorrow!"

The amber-eyed child blinked slowly.

Important person?Probably the cadres of those organizations, but what does this have to do with me?

I'm just a piece of trash who can't do anything well, and no one cares.

"Hey! I heard that she seems to want to meet you by name, and there are several other black-haired children." The little talker's face was a little anxious, and he grabbed the other's face, forcing him to turn around and look at himself.

"Do you know what that means!"

"Prove that the other party will not look at our results! Only find a goal that suits her mind!"

"I heard that she wants to find a child with yellowish eyes. Besides you, there is also the number 0162 next door. He also has yellow eyes and black hair, and he is even whiter than you!" The strength of the opponent's hand was terrifying, as if it wanted to crush his own bones.

"You must seize this opportunity!"

Even No.1 in the orphanage, the long-haired child, showed a bit of irritability.

This is the easiest one, the chance to go out smoothly.

You don't need to participate in those life-and-death tests, you don't need to accept those mental tortures, and you just hit the opponent's head directly like a billion-dollar prize.

"In the past few years, the investigation was strict. The dean spent a lot of money on your treatment to save face. Last year, no one came to check, so let's ignore it!" Another child was also attracted by the chatterbox, he added. Said, with fear in the words.

"I still remember that day was so dangerous, we all thought you were going to die. If no one came to watch this year, that horrible dean would never want to waste another penny, no matter how good your grades are, he I will also treat you as useless garbage!"

"Even the organs were harvested alive and sold to contribute the last value!" Tears leaked from the eyes of the little chatterbox who was holding the boy's hand. He seemed to be thinking of that terrible scene and shivered.

The child smiled indifferently and broke away from the opponent's hand.

He also knows the number 0162 next door, which is a boy with a strong desire to survive.

His life is meaningless, and it doesn't matter if he lives or dies.It is better to let those who want to live live well.

He rejected his companion's suggestion, but unexpectedly, during training at night, 0162 was plotted against and his face was swollen from the beating.

There were also two barely qualified children who were pushed into the cesspit, and the stench couldn't be washed off at all. It was impossible for the headmaster to drag them to meet the distinguished guests.

He seems to be the only suitable candidate left.

He silently bid farewell to the excited chatterbox and the little fat man, followed the woman and came to the woman's house.

"This is a birthday present." The woman introduced herself like this.

He looked up and saw the dazed face of another boy.

"What's your name." The boy held the blanket in front of his eyes, and he looked at the other's expectant face, without any hostility in the other's eyes.

This child is not from the base at first glance, he doesn't even know that the children in the base have no names.

On that face was the surprise of discovering a stranger of the same age, with unfamiliar discomfort and vigilance, but because he has always been used to thinking about others with kindness, he tried hard to restrain his vigilance, and was willing to show gentleness and softness to the strange self.

This made him feel even more complicated.

This guy looks so much like me, but...

His eyes subconsciously fell on the clothes the other party was wearing, which were very warm and comfortable, and looked very fashionable custom-made clothes.

"You're freezing outside." He heard the person on the opposite side say, and the other person's eyes quickly swept over the ripped clothes he was wearing.

At that moment, it was as if a branding iron was imprinted on his chest, and even the belt and flesh were mushy.

His heart was throbbing, he was stimulated by this gaze.

How can you live so happily and happily!And I can't even eat enough?

We have similar hair color, similar appearance, but there is such a big difference.

He suppressed the irritability and commotion in his heart, showing a stiff expression.

The other party seemed blind, didn't see his rejection at all, and happily left him behind.

In this way, he successfully escaped from the orphanage.

Dodged the test of a hundred deaths, no need to worry about dying suddenly in the next moment.

What he got was much more than he imagined.

He can walk around freely in the villa, touch the flowers outside, and live in a warm house. He no longer has to worry about starving because of lack of training, or getting sick because of the cold.

But he is still not satisfied, every time he sees the other party who has everything he needs, he reminds himself of something.

He also later learned the name of the gift owner, Bolivar Rosales.

This is a very lively young master.

The young master would happily take out some books and tell him line by line. At the beginning, he couldn't even understand the words, so he could only stare and smile stiffly.

Then the other party would pat his head in pain and say, "So stupid."

Every word of 'stupid' made him feel another kind of subtle insult and sting.

He thought he had nothing to worry about.

But it's rare to have a bit of a competitive heart, and I don't want my only mind to be denied by others.

His intelligence and hard work were affirmed, and his unbalanced mentality gradually stabilized.

He briefly blindfolded himself, not to delve into the danger behind the colorful appearance.

All the changes happened in one winter, and it was snowing outside.

He hates snow, very much.

Something bad happens to all snow days, and this time was no exception.

After the Xuetian incident, he could feel a subtle change in the other party's attitude.

He tried several times, trying to fix it, but to no avail.

Everything can't come back.

So, do you want to give up?

If you can't mend the relationship, you can go another way. After all, the other party's character weakness is a bit obvious.

He thought indifferently.

I have never expected that anything will be delivered to me on my own initiative. It doesn't matter, there is nothing that does not need to pay a price.

Of course, what is gained in vain is not stable, but what has slipped away can be regained by force and scheming.

That day, when he stabbed the knife into Little Bear's body in front of the other party, he suddenly regretted it.

I was so crazy, I didn't even know, at the time, what I was hesitating about.

He cursed and blamed himself more than once in the dark room.

Then he met Bolivar, who had come to see him.

"Are you here to see me off for the last time?" he asked subconsciously.

Bolivar said nothing.

The room was dark and quiet. A small lamp was placed on the table in front of it. It was so dim that it was almost impossible to see the light. The door was ajar, letting in the light from the corridor.The faucet in the room was not tightened, and dripping drops of water fell down, making a crisp sound.

The wind whistling outside the window made the demon in his heart more and more rampant.

Let's end here, but why do I feel so unwilling?

Haven't I longed for death for a long time?

Brown looked at Bolivar, chewing on the taste in his heart, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

His pupils were a little slack, and with a slightly weird smile on his face, he said: "What will be written on my epitaph, because I slaughtered a teddy bear, so I was buried here alive."

Bolivar caught his breath.He felt that the shadow on the wall seemed to be alive, revealing resentment and strength.

"Even, my name is that bear's name."

"...I have nothing. I'm not a person, I'm a gift."

There are no windows, no wind, and it is clearly winter. Bolivar only feels hot and uncomfortable. The dim light reflects the pale floor, and there is a smell of waiting to die.

"I'm not as good as a toy, at least the men and women who come and go are willing to pay us dollars for it." He began to laugh, laughing uncontrollably, with a trembling voice.

"Brown..." Bolivar subconsciously called out.

"Don't call me Brown!"

He yelled like crazy.

The glass vibrated faintly with the sound.

Brown's chest was heaving violently, and he looked at the corner where there was no one in a daze, as if he was trapped in his own world.

His voice suddenly dropped extremely low again: "I don't like this name."

Bolivar suddenly closed his eyes, but he seemed to catch something vaguely.

"I'm right here." Bolivar squatted down and grabbed the opponent's hand.

"I'm right here..." He slowed down, hugged the person crawling on the ground, and pressed his head into his arms.

"If you don't like the name Brown, you can use your original name, or you can give yourself a nice name." Bolivar took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Whatever you want to say, I'm here, you can tell me anything."

"Don't tell mother, no outsiders, this is a secret that belongs to the two of us."

Brown grabbed Bolivar's arm, and with ten fingers, he almost pierced the other's skin and bleed.

"...What's the use of this, it's useless. I'm going to die soon." He said this sentence upside down, then suddenly raised his head and glanced at Bolivar, but his eyes dimmed again soon, "You're useless , you can’t save me again.”

Bolivar choked, he wanted to tell the other party that he got the key,

"I regret it. I shouldn't have let you go..."

He pinched Bolivar's arm, just as he pinched the bear that day.

Without waiting for Bolivar to say more, Brown continued on his own: "You are standing here alive and kicking, let me take credit for it."

"you……"

"Don't interrupt me, listen to me." Brown interrupted Bolivar's explanation. "I want a long name, formal, with a middle name. It'd better fill my tombstone." , to make it look less pitiful..."

"On the back of the tombstone, it's better to write, dear friend, Monica, Pietro, James, etc..."

Who is this?Bolivar froze for a second, then continued to listen to the other party.

"Look at the situation, just make up a few more names and fill it up." His tone was rambling and solemn, but he suddenly weakened after thinking of something.

"... I forgot, Madam probably won't agree to erect a tombstone for me."

"I don't even have a tombstone. It might even be burned into a small pot and buried directly in the soil, or floated into the sea..."

Bolivar could feel the trembling of the other's fingers grabbing him.

Silence returned to the room, and only the breathing of two people could be heard. The other party seemed to be thinking about something, and just listening to the sound of breathing made him feel uneasy.

After a while, Brown spoke again, the voice was sticky and slow.

"...I really don't want to die. I wanted to come into this world like a weed, so how could I be willing to leave like a weed in the end?"

Brown was rambling on, as if he was drunk, and suddenly raised his head, staring at Bolivar in a daze: "...So I should kill you. I'm not too bad..."

Bolivar reached out his hand calmly, and flicked his head: "...don't make trouble."

The other party covered his head and stared at Bolivar.

"Listen." Bolivar's voice was soothing and steady, convincing, calming the other party down a bit.

"Perhaps, you can think of it this way, children are gifts from heaven to their parents."

Hearing these words, Brown, who was lying on the ground, frowned slightly, having a bad premonition.

Sure enough, he heard Bolivar say next.

"I can give you a new name, whatever you want, the long one, like Gabriel García Brown Rosales or something." Bolivar thought of Western Banya, thinking of After leaving Latin America, he didn't know many famous people there, and he only thought of Marquez for a while.

Brown was taken aback by the name.

"In this way, you can regard me as your father, and you are no longer an orphan, let alone something... ouch!"

Bolivar swallowed the words he hadn't finished speaking, and quickly withdrew his hands. He had just been bitten hard.

"Bolivar!"

Bolivar explained a few more sentences: "...Look, if we have a father-son relationship, you can eat my family and live in my house openly, and you are no different from other children... Aw! Shut up! Shut up! !"

Bolivar quickly avoided: "You said it, you want to be like other children!"

"I didn't say that!" The other party blushed angrily, "Okay, I knew you had no good intentions!"

"Really, I just want to tell you this secret. In fact, I'm over 30 years old. I'm a mature adult." Bolivar held the other party's hand solemnly, "So it's not bad for you to be my goose... Hey ! Don't bite!"

"Are you lying to a ghost!" Brown's hair was about to explode, and the previous self-abandonment and despair seemed to be thrown into the stinky ditch, he was embarrassed and full of doubts.

"...do you know what you're talking about?"

"...I know." Bolivar nodded slowly.Of course he knows that this is like some people marrying wealthy families and some people marrying celebrities, directly changing their family background in some way.

What Brown has been dissatisfied with can be easily changed at this moment.

However, the other party chose to refuse: "...I'm not that shameless yet."

"All in all, opportunities are always here, and you can change your mind at any time. Don't feel unlucky. I met a friend before, and she cursed viciously every day, wishing she didn't have parents. So some suffering may still be a good thing?" Lival poured two sentences of chicken soup to the other party, and slightly changed the subject.

"So, Brown..."

"My name is not Brown, call me by my new name." After Brown finished speaking, he was silent for a second, and then suddenly changed his words, "No, there is no last Rosales."

"...Okay, okay, Gabriel?" Bolivar asked tentatively.

The other party's face turned from green to red, and from red to white, and finally struggled to say: "...We don't have that good relationship, who told you to call me by my name directly."

Bolivar was silent for a second. I made up your name on the spot. Is it too late to say that the relationship is not good?

"...Then, Garcia?" Bolivar changed his name again.

The freshly baked Garcia nodded reservedly: "I like this new surname."

"Call me Garcia afterwards."

"……I see."

"But you don't want to take advantage of me..." Garcia hesitated for a moment, but he was relieved, "Let me just admit that you are the eldest brother."

"What exactly do you want to do, I can do it, I will reluctantly listen to you." Garcia propped his head with the other hand, and finally dissipated a little hostility towards Bolivar, and asked calmly.

After all, he had nothing to lie to, and he had nothing to be fooled by.

He finally saw the key that Bolivar was holding.

"What do you want to do. Probably what you want to do." Bolivar considered his words, "To overthrow this dissatisfied, dark circle."

"Huh?" Garcia froze for a second.

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The author has something to say:

There will be another chapter after that, and the story of these two people is probably over.

Gabriel is the first name, and Garcia is the middle surname, which is not usually called this surname.People who are close to him usually call him by his first name, that is, Gabriel. Those who are not familiar with him should be called Brown.

It can be regarded as a little foreshadowing in front of the recycling.

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: it’s so difficult to name, Fengxuan Moshang, 10 bottles of Dreamland;

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