Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

It's a hot summer day, the air is dry and the incessant chirping of cicadas makes people feel upset. The oxygen burns into the lungs from the nasal cavity with each breath, the heartbeat is much slower than before, and one is filled with fatigue.

Wang Dazhi came out of a family's yard cheerfully, saying something polite like "No need to see me off", then turned around and changed his expression, cursing through his cracked lips.

"Damn it, what kind of person is this? He wants to announce his son to the world. He really thinks he is a precious treasure!"

"Bah! Just look at how weak that brat is. He will report to the King of Hell sooner or later!"

Not having a son has always been a concern for Wang Dazhi. Since he doesn't have something, he can't stand others showing off. Whenever he goes to someone's house and the other person brings up the topic of his son, he thinks those people are mocking him.

It's ironic that he can't have a son!

Is this his fault? ? It's because that woman is useless! Her belly is bulging, useless and money-losing things are coming out one by one, but there is no one with a penis in sight!

If I had known this, I wouldn't have spent that much money on something so useless.

Having a son, having a son, this has become Wang Dazhi's obsession. On the way home, he squinted his eyes and thought: This is really useless, and he is tired of it. It's time to change it.

Wang Dazhi, who was holding the door frame, suddenly remembered Ali's diligence. Although she looked yellow and old, and not as fresh as she was at the beginning, she was quiet and hardworking.

It would be good if he didn't have to clean the house inside and out on weekdays. When he buys the next one, he can sell Ali to someone else.

After all, we have to make use of waste.

Wang Dazhi nodded thinking of this, feeling that he was really smart. Then he saw the pile of black things under the courtyard wall.

It looked like ashes from something that had burned, and a lot of it was scattered by the wind.

All of a sudden, Wang Dazhi found an outlet to vent his anger outside. He rolled up his sleeves, his eyes widened, turned around, closed the door, straightened his back, and picked up the rattan stick.

"Where the hell have you been? Get out here!"

"I'm busy outside, but you're enjoying your life at home! You don't know how to cook! You don't know how to wash clothes! You don't even sweep the floor! Are you waiting for me to serve you?!"

The fat on his face trembled with saliva. After walking the short distance, he was out of breath. He pushed open the door with his big hands like a palm-leaf fan, ignored the food on the table, and grabbed Ali's hair.

Compared to Ali's size, he looked extremely large.

"Speak! Are you mute!?"

Slaps fell one after another, and she was kicked, kicked, and whipped with a rattan stick. Only when Wang Dazhi was finally tired did Ali, who had curled up, stretch her body again.

The face that had just recovered was in a mess again. The three colors of blue, purple and red were painted on her body without restraint. Her dark eyes looked very slowly at the mess on the table.

She crawled over bit by bit, and tried more than ten times before she stood up again. Then she held the broken corner of the bowl and ate all the rice in it.

After that, she had to wash the dishes, chop wood and make a fire, because Wang Dazhi would definitely drink a few cups of tea after he got up. Oh, and by the way, she also had to prepare dinner in advance.

Her hands are the best part of her body. The dishwashing water has been warmed up by the weather. Ali prefers summer.

Because it’s not as hard as winter.

What I could hear in my ears was Wang Dazhi's deafening snoring, and apart from that there was only the sound of the water flowing, nothing else.

Ali stood in front of the stove, looking at the unchanging scenery outside through the square dark window frames. She still remembered what she looked like when she first came here. She fantasized about building a swing under the willow tree in the yard and planting a circle of flowers and plants around it. It would be even better if it could attract butterflies.

Ten years have passed and there is nothing here.

——Except for multiple hers.

Ali stood in front of the ashes with a broom in her hand, lost in thought. She didn't know why, even though she knew that Wang Dazhi would scold her when he saw it when he came back, she still didn't deal with it immediately.

A new round of pains began in her body, and Ali let the broom fall to the ground, causing the ashes to vibrate.

She thought of the girl again, the girl who told her "It hurts, right?"

Lin Qingle...

Ali repeated the name in her heart and actually felt a long-lost fear.

'I am cared for.'

She was almost flattered and didn't even have time to react to Lin Qingle's action. The slowly but continuously burning flames burned the worm-eaten leaves into black spots, using them as nutrients to complete its own burning.

Ali had also made a fire countless times when cooking, but she always felt that the fire made by Lin Qingle was different.

no the same,

totally different.

No matter how you look at it, it looked ordinary, not even as bright as the flames of burning wood. However, when the amulet was thrown in, it suddenly jumped up a lot, and it also caught Ali's eyes.

A spark rose in the numbness and darkness of the illness, and the heart, which had not been felt for many years, beat extremely slowly and clearly.

That unknown emotion made her feel strange and uneasy.

At night, when Wang Dazhi asked her to guard the door, Ali did not obey for the first time.

In one hand she held the cane that had hit her body countless times, and in the other hand she held the lighter that Wang Dazhi had placed on the table - these two were the things that the other party used most often.

Ali pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, she had never felt happy and she didn't know how to smile, and no one taught her.

But now, she has regained her lost instincts.

Summer is dry.

In the dead of night when almost everyone was asleep, flames shot up into the sky.

Outside the door, a girl in a white jacket and skirt with blue stripes sniffed the increasingly strong smell of snuff with a sad look in her eyes.

Before Lin Qingle could push the door, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps and paused barely perceptibly, and turned his head to look.

In the darkness, a white light flickered and was somewhat dazzling. When the young man holding the mobile phone saw him from afar, his eyes lit up and he quickly ran up to him.

"Are you okay?"

Bai Yichen looked solemnly at the yard where thick smoke was billowing. Unable to sleep, he accidentally found a passage while reading the script, which was roughly.

'Lin Qingle died in a fire'.

Feeling suddenly uneasy, he just casually asked 123 to check Lin Qingle's environment, but he got the answer that the other party might be in danger.

So he ran over in a hurry.

When he saw someone who seemed to be frightened and was just one door away from the fire, he didn't care about anything else. He rushed over, hugged the person, and ran away from danger.

"How is it? Are you hurt anywhere? Are you okay?"

Those clear and bright eyes were filled with genuine worry - only for him.

Lin Qingle's face turned paler, her eyes turned redder, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she went into Bai Yichen's arms as if she had seen someone she could rely on.

The crying voice was weak but pitiful.

"elder brother……"