mayfly era

The two strings of red agates hanging by the young woman's ears clearly had some scorched marks on the edges that hadn't been cleaned up in time.

She looked sad, and when she saw the old woman, she stretched out her hands to shake her hand.

"I'm sorry, I just finished eating rice cakes." The old woman quietly avoided the young woman's hand and clasped her hands together.

"Mr. Minzhe, my name is Song Zhaorong, Song Zan is my aunt, he, he is my lover, and his name is Ren Shan." The young woman had tears in her eyes, her voice trembling, "Can you tell me, what should we do in the future?" What can I do to avoid disaster, I almost, almost burned to death..."

T sat with his back turned by the fireplace, the firelight reflected on his childish and indifferent face, and the warmth didn't penetrate his skin at all.

The tongue of fire scorched the wood, making it crispy and crispy, hardening the shell and making it brittle.

"Why is there a fire here? I'm so scared..." Song Zhaorong trembled and hugged him into his arms, "Hey, that kid, put out the fireplace soon, I'm almost scared to death."

T stood up, picked up the iron cover on the side, and put it on the burning fireplace with a "bang", and then a series of harsh cracking sounds filled the entire room.

Song Zhaorong was shaking like an electric shock, crying uncontrollably.

Ren Shan immediately stood up and looked at T angrily, his expression instantly turned into astonishment and fear.

T walked over and patted Song Zhaorong on the shoulder, "Mom, don't cry, it hasn't been burned yet."

"Yes, Dad." T turned to Ren Shan.

His voice was flat, but it seemed to be filled with cold poison, which made the couple stunned and the other trembling even more.

"You don't know me?" T asked.

The old woman shook her head, "It seems that I forgot, let me introduce to you two, this is my student, also surnamed Song."

Song Zhaorong buried his crying face deeply, and shrugged his shoulders, very pitifully.

Ren Shan said dryly, "Mr. Minzhe, let's figure out the future."

Without Song Zhaorong's permission, he didn't dare to recognize his own son, he was as cowardly as ever. T thought to himself.

His hand was still on Song Zhaorong's shoulder, and Song Zhaorong was shaking like he was sick, probably trying to take the opportunity to shake T's hand off.

Seeing that the old woman was silent, Ren Shan gave a dry cough and turned to T, "Cough... Long time no see, I didn't expect..."

"Aren't you pretending you don't know me? Then pretend thoroughly." T's tone was cold.

"No, we just, just had to..."

"Oh." T bent slightly, and put his childish face close to Song Zhaorong's, "Mom, do you still remember how old I am?"

"Don't force her." Ren Shan said displeased.

T remained unmoved, and continued to stroke Song Zhaorong's shoulder, "Mom, do you know how I escaped?"

"Do you know how long it takes for the smell of corpses to wash away?"

"Did you know that the light of an incinerator is white?"

"Do you know that people cannot be resurrected after death?"

Song Zhaorong was so shaken that she almost fell off the chair, her face was pale, and tears rolled down one after another.

"Then why did you want to kill me?"

Song Zhaorong vomited out with a "wow", before he even had time to bend down, he vomited all over the table.

The old woman covered her mouth and nose in disgust, and rolled her eyes to the sky.

"T, you're wrong, your mother was greatly irritated, you can't treat her like this." Ren Shan also covered his nose, and accused T severely.

"What kind of a good person are you?" T turned to Ren Shan, "You care about her so much, why didn't you rush into the fire to save her?"

Ren Shan was speechless for a moment, but the way he looked at T changed.

In the past, he looked at t as if he was looking at a large piece of garbage that he had thrown on the street in violation of environmental protection laws.And now he looks at t... It's like that lump of garbage suddenly has a recycling value, maybe some rare substances can be extracted.

is poison. T added in his heart.

"Mrs. Song, Mr. Ren, what do you want to ask? Why don't you ask some specific questions," the old lady paused. "With your funds, you can only buy two questions. Please consider carefully."

Song Zhaorong raised her head, her eye sockets were already dry, her tears were so freely contained.

"Teacher, I want to ask... is Song Zan still alive?"

Unexpectedly, Song Zhaorong's first question was about the director of the third bureau, Song Zan, the head of the Song family.

She asked if Song Zan was still alive?

There is no information about what danger Director Song is in.

The old woman sneered, "Live longer than you."

Song Zhaorong was obviously disappointed, "The second question... I have to think about it."

"Do you know what 'Yu Lai' is?" the old woman asked Song Zhaorong.

Song Zhaorong shook his head, turned to look at Ren Shan, Ren Shan's tone was a little cautious, "Does it mean that we are coming soon?"

"Before the rain comes, there is the wind, before the people come, there is the sound, before the disaster comes, the bugs and animals will move."

Song Zhaorong's eyes lit up, "Is this the verdict?"

"If you think this is a verdict, then you can't ask the second question." The old woman said rudely.

T's hand was still on Song Zhaorong's shoulder, but now she seemed to be completely unafraid, stretched her neck straight, and eagerly asked the old woman, "If, if I bring him home, can the disaster be avoided? "

Song Zhaorong pointed at T and asked, as if pointing at something that brings good luck and eliminates disasters.

The old woman was obviously displeased, "This is my student, please be respectful."

"T, go home with...go home with Mom." Song Zhaorong held T's hand on her shoulder, showing a fake smile, and she also had a small dimple on her left cheek, which looked very sweet, "Look, we How dear, even though I haven't seen you for so long."

Ren Shan's attitude also became cordial, "Yes, we are still a family, we just separated for a while, and we still have your room..."

Song Zhaorong coughed suddenly and bumped Ren Shan with his elbow.

Ren Shan quickly changed his words, "I'll ask the servant to free up a new room for you. The previous room was too small."

T was silent.

"Mom was just scared before. You have to know that you can't run out there without permission. Mom doesn't mean to deny you. You also know that mom has always been timid." Song Zhaorong's face was full of tenderness.

"Do innocent people break the law by escaping from hell without authorization?" T said coldly, he had already stood up straight, as if there was a transparent ice wall separating him from Song Zhaorong.

God knows how disgusted he felt when he hugged Song Zhaorong just now.

"He obviously doesn't want to go back with you," said the old woman.

Song Zhaorong pursed his lips, stood up, and said to the old woman, "Mr. Minzhe, thank you for your guidance. We will go back today... T is still a child, please take care of him."

The second half of her sentence was blunt, as if someone had put a gun to the back of her head and forced her to speak out.

The old woman took out two small bags from the drawer and handed them to Song Zhaorong.

Song Zhaorong was very pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, Teacher Minzhe, is this a safe talisman?"

"Soothe the nerves tea." The old woman said lightly, and then glanced at the couple again, "Your emotions fluctuate too much, and your ears hurt from the noise."

Song Zhaorong blushed.

After the two left, the old woman saw that T was still standing there in a daze, so she asked him to sit down, and asked kindly, "What do you want for lunch?"

T shook his head apprehensively.

"You understand me now," said the old woman.

"They thought I was a tool worth going home," T said.

"Are you going back, child."

T raised his head, with a look of resentment in his red eyes, "I want to go back while pinching my nose."

The old woman looked at him calmly, her eyes were extremely peaceful and wise, "There is a comparison in everything, as long as you don't regret it."

T nodded, his voice trembling, but his tone was firm, "I don't regret it."

The old lady stayed at t for lunch, and in the afternoon at t, she found a new odd job and bid farewell to the old lady and left the dirt alley.

He was exhausted and in a trance, and there was no pleasure in his heart. There was only a huge hole left, and the cold wind was blowing.

It dawned on him that it was actually a hole in a subway window, and the cold wind was a Canterlot wind.

After finishing the odd jobs in the warehouse, T hurried to Bar Street again. A familiar figure was coming out of the store. He suddenly had a sore nose and plunged into the arms of that person.

Chen Yue took a step back when he hit him.

Soon T felt that someone was pulling the back of his neck, he struggled a bit, and shouted, "I'm not happy..."

"If you're not happy, you can't take advantage of others." Smoker said dissatisfied.

"I'm not happy, I want to hug Boss Chen." Just as T was torn away, he immediately rushed forward again, holding Chen Li tightly in his arms.

"Hey, he's still hugging your waist." The smoking gun was happy.

T felt his face was hot and humid, and he unconsciously rubbed against Chen Li's clothes secretly, like a poor and broken kitten.

"He even rubbed his nose on my clothes," Chen Li said.

Even so, Chen Li patted T on the back and comforted him, "Don't cry, what's the use of crying."

It didn't seem like much consolation.

T hugged him for a while before letting go of Chen Li, with his face blushing red from crying, trembling with his breathing, "Boss Chen, I'm so sad, I'm about to...but I'm still so sad..."

Chen Li patted the teardrops that formed on the waterproof material on his chest, "Whoever bullied you, pay me to beat him."

This sentence caused T to plunge into his arms again, with a small but fierce voice, "I'll give you all my money, kill her for me...Kill her."

"I took this job five years ago." Chen Li said.

The smoker couldn't hold back and pulled T out of Chen Li's arms, cursing, "You boy, there is no end to taking advantage."

T turned back to stare at him, half of the stare turned into a face full of surprise, "Your eyes..."

"blind."

"My God, this is also..." T couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, but his wrist was pinched by the bong.

"Why do you still need to be beaten up, kid?" Even though Smoker said so, he let go of T's hand and let T touch his eyes.

"Now you are worthy of my Boss Chen." T muttered.

"Huh?" Smoker felt that it would be impossible not to beat the child up.