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The tramp rolled over, and the shrimp arched its back to them.

This slight movement failed to disturb Linzi Prison and the others, the woman paused, and said tentatively, "Just play with him for a while, I swear I will tell you how to get out, so it won't take you too long."

Lin Zijuan stretched out his hand towards the child, "Okay."

The woman patted the child, and he quickly handed over the Frisbee.

Lin Ziqian weighed the frisbee a few times and threw it out under the watchful eyes of the mother and son. The puppy happily ran over to pick up the frisbee.

The boy came out from behind his mother, quickly forgot his timidity just now, and started playing with Lin Zi Prison again.

The two of them went back and forth, throwing the Frisbee countless times, Lin Zijuan seemed very patient this time, honestly playing with them, and never said that it was over.

It was the woman who couldn't sit still first. At first she watched with some relief, and occasionally pointed out to the little boy, but the more she saw her expression became more and more wrong.

She was sitting on the flower bed, clasping her thighs tightly with her hands, her skirt was almost torn by her, but she herself was not aware of this, and stared even tighter at Lin Zi Prison.

Lin Zijuan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

The woman was taken aback.

Lin Zijuan casually threw the frisbee to his feet, "What are you waiting for?"

"What?" The woman frowned, puzzled.

The little boy moved over, picked up the frisbee on the ground, and looked at his mother and Lin Ziqian in confusion.

Not getting an answer from Lin Ziyu, the woman asked again: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Ziyu: "You know what to say."

It was unusual for the mother and son to appear in this glass garden, and they were both obsessed with letting Linzi Prison continue playing games with the little boy.It's okay for this child to be a bit dull, but the woman is too crazy... No matter how you look at them, they are uneasy and kind.

"His throwing the frisbee seems to be very messy, and he chooses the direction completely at will," Lin Zijiao pointed to the little boy, "but there is one place where he has never thrown the frisbee."

Lin Zijuan began to count and analyze the behavior patterns of this little boy from the first moment he saw him. They played for long enough, enough for Lin Zijuan to clearly draw the "blank area" and then avoid it.

"So there may be a prohibitive rule here. If you do something, you will be punished... For example, if I throw the Frisbee here, I will never be able to leave?" Lin Zijiao drew his fingers in the air a few times.

And this blank area, or the penalty area is just around the homeless man.

With such a big living person sleeping here, it is reasonable for the little boy to avoid it out of politeness, but Lin Zijuan has never believed in such an obvious coincidence.

The woman stared at Lin Ziyu with wide eyes. The expression on her face kept changing, from confusion to anger to tenderness... She seemed to be thinking about how she should react to this situation, but she couldn't find any. You can refer to the previous example, indecision can never make a decision.

The distance between them is not too far, Lin Zijuan can see the black marks around her eyes, which makes her whole face look haggard, and her eyes are dull at this time, making her look even more vicissitudes .

Her unintentional appearance is more real.

After watching quietly for a while, Lin Zijuan asked her, "Where is your lover?"

The woman's reaction to the word "lover" was obvious. Her eyes flickered, and her body trembled. For some reason, she shook her head at Lin Ziqian, showing an expression of extreme panic and resistance. look.

Lin Zijuan turned to walk up to the boy and squatted down on one knee.

The boy still didn't know anything. All he cared about was his Frisbee. When he saw Lin Ziqian approaching, he smiled and invited him dumbfoundedly: "Uncle, let's play together."

"Uncle can't continue playing with you," Lin Zijuan said in a slow tone, "You can find your father to play with you."

The boy tilted his head in doubt, and after thinking about it, he finally understood the meaning of "Dad", and explained to Lin Ziyu with difficulty: "Dad hasn't come back, so we can't play together."

Lin Ziyu: "Then where is your father?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't know, my mother and I are waiting here for him to come back, but he never came."

"Then how long have you been waiting?"

"I don't know." This question was a bit difficult for the boy, he thought hard for a long time, and finally this was the only answer he could give.

Lin Zijuan patted him on the shoulder, "Your father definitely wants to play with you."

Lin Ziqian stood up and looked at the woman. Her face turned pale, and her eyes were stern. She didn't need to speak to know that she was blaming Lin Ziqian for insisting on tearing up this issue.

Lin Zijuan ignored the woman's gaze, "You said before that you knew how to leave... If you didn't lie to me, is the reason why you haven't left is to stay here and wait for someone to come back?"

The woman didn't answer right away. She put her hand on the ring on her ring finger, fiddled with the ring and twirled it a few times on her finger, and finally said only one word, "Yes."

After admitting it, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the ring, crossed her fingers on her knees, and said softly, "But I can't seem to wait for him."

This sentence sounds a bit like a fixed line in the game. An NPC stands at the intersection and repeats this sentence to every passing player, and then leads to a side mission, and the things contained in this sentence are naturally skipped .

A string in Lin Ziyu's heart was plucked.

This is a level, whether the person in front of her is a level breaker or an NPC, her experiences are all fake.But it can't be said to be completely fabricated, at least this emotion is reflected from the real world-people are often powerless in the face of life and death, and most people try their best and spend their wealth to do nothing.

"He abandoned you?" Lin Ziqian followed her words seriously and continued to chat with her.

The woman shook her head.

"That is?"

"He's here, but I can't find him," the woman stared at the glass lawn under her feet, the edges and corners of the glass reflected colorful patterns in the sunlight, "If we leave, he will be alone... ..."

So the mother and son stayed with him in this form.

She has probably experienced pain, unwillingness, and struggle profoundly, and now she can't get excited when she mentions her emotions, but she reveals infinite desolation.

"Is this your wedding ring?" Lin Zijuan suddenly said something irrelevant.

The woman froze for a moment and nodded.

"It's very special." Lin Zijue boasted, "Then I might know where your lover is."

She had sunk in despair for too long, and now that she suddenly heard Lin Zijuan's words, she was unable to respond immediately, and could only let herself go in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

Lin Zijuan signaled her to follow him, and the woman stood up obediently, and walked stiffly to follow Lin Zijuan.

Lin Ziyu didn't try to leave the glass garden, he was facing the unresponsive tramp beside him.

This homeless man also existed in the garden from the beginning, but he had no interaction with the mother and child at all, not even an occasional eye contact.

The closer she got to the homeless man, the stronger the woman's body trembled. She seemed to be unable to bear it when there were three or four steps left. She crossed her hands in front of her chest and squeezed her arms tightly to restrain her body's natural reaction.

However, it didn't work. She finally couldn't support her legs and knelt straight down, hitting the glass grass heavily.

These glasses are a bit strange, they are very fragile, but they won't hurt anyone. Lin Ziyu was fine after jumping on them for so long, but they collapsed with the woman, and a puddle of blood oozes out on the ground.

The bloodstains spread from where the woman's knees touched the ground, spread along the continuous glass on the ground, and seeped into the broken glass.

The homeless man who had been falling asleep also sat up. He crossed his knees, put his hands on his knees, and lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

On his ring finger, there is a deep strangle mark, and the color is slightly different, which is the exclusive imprint left by wearing the ring for a long time.

Lin Ziyu didn't need to say any more, he consciously backed away and stood aside.

No one spoke, the woman did not rush forward eagerly, and the homeless man remained silent.Time passed bit by bit, and the strong depression in the air made this sense of powerlessness infinitely prolonged.

But Lin Ziyu never urged him from the beginning to the end.

After a long time, the woman made some slight movements. She tried to stand up, but just propped her body up a little bit, her feet slipped and fell down again.This blow was also very heavy, her entire face was pressed against the glass, and when she was lifted up, her face was cut into many small and dense cuts.

The tramp's fingers flinched.

The woman stood up unsteadily, and walked forward with the blood all over her body, every step was heavy.

The distance between them was too short, and it would take only a few minutes to walk. After a few breaths, the woman stood in front of the homeless man.

The homeless man raised his head. His face was not only dirty, but the bones in his cheeks were deformed. It was impossible to imagine his original appearance.

The woman squatted down in front of him, took the homeless man's hand, and rubbed it on her ring finger over and over again. Big drops of tears fell down on the homeless man's skinny and dark hand.

"I can't find you...I can't find you no matter how I look...I know you're here but I can't find you..."

The emotions were too chaotic, she couldn't clearly organize what she wanted to say, she could only repeat it over and over again, her voice became more and more trembling and excited.

The tramp opened his mouth and made a whining sound. He could feel that he wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't make any meaningful syllables.

Realizing that his efforts were wasted, the tramp stopped his growling abruptly, and stroked the woman's head with his other hand.

The appearance of the homeless man has changed and he can't speak, but this will not be the whole obstacle. There must be other restrictions here that make them unable to recognize each other. They can only endure despair at the shortest distance, and then meet with each other in despair. be with each other.