【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"..."

Zhai Xiacha sat next to the girl with his knees in his arms and his eyelashes lowered, saying nothing.

The wanderer also sat on the side, frowning - it was rare for the two of them, one big and one small, to maintain a relatively peaceful atmosphere when they were alone, but this kind of tranquility was not peaceful, but instead made the people inside it feel dignified and uneasy. .

"Brother Big Hat," Zhaixiacha's childish voice was mixed with strong obscurity, as if he was trying his best to suppress the crying underneath. He no longer had the energy to care about whether the voice at this time was pleasant and lovable enough, "Sister, what's wrong? Already?"

"Sister, will you die?"

"...Hmph, kid."

“If you don’t know how to speak, speak less.”

In the end, the wanderer just sneered without taunting him.

After all, in this situation, let alone a child, even the wanderer himself was a little panicked.

The person in front of him was still chatting and laughing with him an hour ago, and was clearly still laughing and angry in his arms. How could he not see it for a while, and that living person became so silent, as if following him on the sea? The tide rises and falls silently like foam.

It's really not a worry.

The wanderer checked the girl's body and found nothing wrong - that was the biggest problem.

Somehow, he always felt that the girl's coma was related to the "earth veins".

This means that he can do almost nothing.

It's like this again - it's this feeling of being unable to do anything but watch the misfortune come, and can only watch the people around you sink into the mire.

The wanderer felt that his emotions were about to collapse. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then pretended to be relaxed and looked at Zhaixiacha on the side:

"What are you still doing? Go and eat your food. You won't wake up even if you look at your sister here."

"Why are you looking at me? Are you going?"

"Huh? Oh, oh..."

After all, Zhaixia Cha is still a child. When he has no master, he will subconsciously rely on the adults around him - a little dependent, but not much.

Soon, Zhaixia Cha came back with two bowls of cold, sticky white porridge.

"Here, if you stare, my sister won't wake up."

With that said, Zhaixiacha pushed the white porridge in front of the wanderer:

"You should eat some too, otherwise when my sister wakes up, she will blame me for not taking good care of you."

"Hey - you little brat -"

The wanderer was about to have a seizure, but he saw Zhai Xiacha sitting down next to him again with a nonchalant look, looking at the girl while putting food in his mouth.

The way Zhaixia Cha eats now is completely different from the way the girl eats - it's not that he is rude, but watching him eat always makes people feel like he is just completing a certain task, like breathing or sleeping.

Anyway, it was a very boring state, so boring that the wanderer took one look at Zhai Xia Cha and swallowed the sarcasm on his lips.

But just last night, Zhaixiacha clearly faced ordinary food, and with bright eyes, he made surprised and exaggerated comments to the girl, which made the girl feel distressed and even buried the eel of the wanderer under her rice bowl. They all gave Zhaixia a piece of tea.

So you were just pretending last night, right?

——This is green tea, right? It must be green tea, right? !

"Hey-big hat."

After finishing the porridge, Zhaixiacha wiped his mouth casually:

"Don't you hate me very much? You feel that I am very pretentious in front of my sister and only want to please her."

"Huh? Don't you-"

"You feel right."

Zhaixiacha interrupted the wanderer:

"Because I can see that I can only survive if I follow my sister and make her like me."

"Oh? Are you talking so grandly? I think you're not doing too bad when you're alone, right?"

"..." Zhaixiacha glanced sideways at the wanderer, then put the bowl on the ground in front of him and said in a calm tone, "I'm sick."

"Yeah," Wanderer didn't refute, "I can tell."

"..."

Zhai Xia was choked on his rare tea, but he still didn't dwell on it and continued following his own train of thought:

"When I was a child - even younger than I am now, I would have frequent nosebleeds before I could remember. The doctor said that there was a disease in my blood, which was brought from my mother's womb."

"So, dad started beating mom - oh, yes, actually I lied to you about something."

Zhaixiacha's tone was a little serious, revealing a maturity that belied his age:

"My dad, that man, didn't die when the monster appeared. He died before the monster appeared."

"I found a monster nearby, led the monster to my house, and killed the man."

"I thought I was going to be arrested, but I didn't expect that the next day, the area around the house would be full of monsters."

"Oh." The wanderer took a mouthful of porridge, "That's what he deserves."

"..."

"you're right."

-

Until nightfall, the girl did not wake up.

Zhaixia Cha lay on the bed in the corner, tossing and turning, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

In a sense, he had no intention of sleeping at all.

The shrewd but young child never thought that there was a species of "doll" that did not need to perform physiological activities. He quietly raised his eyes and saw the wanderer leaning against the wall, breathing steadily, and looking like he was asleep. .

He raised his eyes again and looked at the girl sleeping beside her with a quiet and delicate face - it was clear that she had a peaceful face over the years, but it inevitably reminded him of another uneasy night.

"Zhaixia" is his last name, which was left to him by that man. As for "Cha", it is the name given to him by his mother.

Because my mother didn't know where she heard that "tea" could cure his disease.

That day, my mother was beaten again.

The reason for that time - there was no reason.

Ever since he could remember, there was never any reason for his mother to be beaten. Thinking about it, it was probably because her mother gave birth to him, right?

That day, for some reason, the man had a much worse temper than usual. After beating his mother, he wanted to beat him again.

Why - maybe it was because I had another nosebleed at that time.

So, his mother rushed to protect him.

His whole body was protected by his mother. He raised his face in an attempt to stop the bleeding and pressed it tightly against his mother's warm chest. What he heard was not only his mother's heartbeat, but also the fist landing on his back, which resonated through the chest. the sound of.

Mixed with my mother's suppressed sobs.

Then, my mother couldn't get up.

He wanted to beg that man, his father, even if it was just to let the old man at the head of the village who digs herbs and sell them for money take a look.

But he didn't stand a chance.

The man went out.

From the outside, the door was blocked.

Thinking about it now, he probably felt guilty, scared, or tired. Even beating and scolding them couldn't make him feel interesting anymore.

So, he just looked at his mother, his mother, and died.

what.

I originally thought that he would be the first to die in this family.

It would have been better if the mother had not given birth to him.

It would be great if...my sister could wake up.