The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao spit out a big mouthful of cold snow and shook his head dizzily.

"Ouch... Xiao Jingchuan, I saw stars..."

Xiao Jingchuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to take off Tang Jiao's helmet and goggles, and after holding her face to make sure her face looked normal, the violent heartbeat in her chest slowly slowed down.

With one arm, he lifted the girl up and hugged her tightly, then held her face and said:

"You scared me to death."

Tang Jiao rolled all over like a snowman. She blinked, touched the hand covering her face, and smiled silly.

"It's not broken. The turtle's butt you chose is perfect!"

She returned her hand and patted the great hero who was still working diligently under his buttocks.

The pain and fear in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes still lingered, and he rubbed her cheeks and earlobes, "Can you stop studying?"

Tang Jiao was a little scared just now, so he nodded obediently, "Then you play with me, I won't learn anymore."

"Hey! Little Cuntou! Are you okay? I heard your screams from so far away."

Qin Li, Qi Dongyang and Qiao Sen quickly slid over from the high-level snow track above and gathered around Tang Jiao's head.

It's very similar to the famous scene in the "Bajie, you're awake" emoji that has become popular over time.

"Haha, I fell again."

Tang Jiao scratched his head in embarrassment.

Xiao Jingchuan pulled Tang Jiao up and checked again, "Does it hurt anywhere?"

Tang Jiao moved his hands and feet, then jumped up and down, regaining his strength immediately, "It doesn't hurt anywhere!"

Qiao Sen picked up the two snowboards that Tang Jiao had damaged.

Qi Dongyang looked at the snowboard with a corner knocked off and was speechless, "Tang Jiao, you are so lethal."

Nearly two hours of wrestling practice proved that Tang Jiao really had no talent at all in skiing.

It can also be called "let go and disappear". As soon as Xiao Jingchuan lets go, everything will disappear.

Later, Xiao Jingchuan changed to a wider and larger single board, and took his classmate Tang Jiaojiao, who was also fond of fun, to ski the big snow track.

Tang Jiao turned sideways and hugged Xiao Jingchuan's waist tightly, and the two of them stepped on the same snowboard.

He took me all the way down the mountain, changing edges and turning corners, which made other people who came to play frequently look over and be very envious.

Tang Jiao's excited and crisp screams resounded throughout the snow field.

The group took the cable car back to the top of the mountain.

Xiao Jingchuan (carrying the Tang Jiao version), Qi Dongyang, Qin Li, and Qiao Sen, a total of 4.5 people, are preparing for an entertainment racing competition.

Xiao Jingchuan, Qi Dongyang, Qin Li, and Qiao Sen stood in a row.

Tang Jiao sat in the middle of the board in Xiao Jingchuan, holding his left leg and raising his right hand high.

"3, 2, 1——! Start! Let's go~~~~!"

4.5 figures rushed down the long snow road and plunged into the clear sky.

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Jingzhou City, more than 2300 kilometers away from Harbin Ski Resort, is a remote suburb.

There are many withered and decaying trees here, and there are only a few unfinished buildings that have been abandoned for countless years.

Abandoned stones and bricks were scattered everywhere, together with rotten foam boards and plastic sheets, covered in snow and forming small hills.

The joy of the lively reunion during the Spring Festival has not reached this place, only the coldness, desolation and desolation.

Occasionally, a bird with very thick feathers flew over and left a few paw prints on the snow. After finding no food, it flapped its wings and flew away.

In the deepest part of an unfinished building, the empty doorway was wide open, with a little snow creeping in.

There was a line of fresh footprints on the snow, and you could clearly see that you had walked in from the outside, until the rough concrete floor that was not covered by snow turned into slightly wet dust footprints, all the way in.

“1、2、3、4、5……”

"23, 24, 25..."

A very childish voice, intermittent.

A child of five or six years old, wearing an ordinary dark cotton jacket, squatted on the ground, covering his ears and counting.

"Creak - ah -" the heartbreaking sound of opening the door came.

His short little hands trembled.

The child did not raise his head, and the counting voice did not stop, but the voice became quieter.

"31, 32, 33... 3..."

Until the slow footsteps arrived, a pair of leather shoes stained with black and gray snow stopped in front of him, with the uppers covered with too long black trousers.

The child timidly raised his head and looked at the strange man in front of him who was taller than a tree to him.

A pair of big round eyes, as translucent as glass beads in the dark.

"Sweetheart...I'll count to 100. Can you let me go home?"

In the dark and empty basement, the child's slightly trembling voice echoed, and even his speech was not clear.

"go home?"

The hoarse, rough, and gloomy voice made the child tremble even more.

"Didn't uncle say that you don't have a home anymore?"

The child's two short hands were curled up in fear, "It's dark here, I'm afraid..."

The lights in the basement were dim, and only the small window at the top let in light, so that it was not difficult to distinguish between day and night.

Bai Sheng lowered his head and stared at the kid squatting on the ground only reaching his knees, with a cruel smile on his pale face.

"Are you not afraid when you go home? Will your father grab your neck and slap you when you go back? Or should you take off your clothes and kneel in the snow?"

"A home like that...you actually want to go back?"

His voice was soft and slow, and paired with a voice as hoarse as a whetstone, it could randomly scare a hundred children into tears.

But the ignorant little kid in front of me didn't know if he had been frightened too much or something. He was just trembling with fear. Tears floated in his big eyes, but he didn't dare to fall.

There were bruises and purple wounds on his forehead and cheeks, and his eyes were blue, as if he had been beaten.

Bai Sheng smiled, took a step away, and sat on the black armchair in the middle.

The white gloves pinched the thin baby bump on the child's cheek and shook it gently.

"Uncle saved you, you should be obedient, do you understand?"

The little boy squatted on the ground, his mouth slumped, with a lot of tears in his eyes, and nodded.

As soon as he moved, tears rolled down automatically, looking extremely pitiful.

Bai Sheng put aside his tear-stained hands with some disgust, crossed his legs, leaned his shoulders back, and loosely crossed his hands wearing white gloves, showing a leisurely and elegant posture.

"Again, if someone shakes their fist at you, what are you going to do?"

The little kid trembled all over again when he heard this question.

Two short hands nervously picked at the cracked soles.

After a long while, under Bai Sheng's cold eyes, he replied in a fluent voice with a milky voice:

"I need to hide..."

After speaking, a pair of round eyes looked at Bai Sheng nervously. To him, he was sitting very high on the chair.

"that's it?"

The child became even more frightened, and added tremblingly: "You have to resist, you have to beat, beat until he doesn't dare to hit me anymore..."