The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

A strange duo emerges from the Camden Orphanage.

Rumor has it that the "madman" with a dozen of five was subdued by the "little cook", and the two were inseparable. To be precise, the "madman" couldn't be separated from the "little cook", not even for a second.

So now, as long as there is a figure of "little cook" in the orphanage, there must be a shadow of "crazy" within ten meters, and it may approach behind you before you know it.

Because of the reputation of being crazy about fighting, ordinary people don't dare to provoke Kang Ting, which leads to the fact that no one will appear around Huawen when he goes out. Like a virus.

"Why are they all so far away from me?" Huawen looked at the children nearby in distress, and the few naughty little ones who used to come to joke with him, now they all hid away.

"That's their problem. Don't worry about it. Let's go." Kang Ting stood calmly behind Huawen, and stared back at all the strange eyes around him with cold eyes from the place where Huawen couldn't see. Children are further away from them.

Finally, once Kang Ting went for a medical examination and left, someone came to the picture and wrote: "Little cook, please take care of your mad dog. We sat in your seat yesterday and were beaten up by that mad dog after class. You Look, my face is still blue!"

"You mean Kang Ting?" Hua Wen frowned slightly, "First of all, he is not a mad dog, and second, I don't believe you often run trains in your mouth."

A group of people booed loudly: "Hey, believe it or not, anyway, if he continues to lose face like this, it's okay to hit five, but what about ten or twenty? We're not afraid of him!"

Huawen returned a shameful look, left the classroom on his own, and went to the rooftop alone to have a breeze.

Lying on the railing of the roof, sniffing the bleak cool wind in late autumn, Huawen actually knows that his big heart does not mean that he is slow. Kang Ting has become more and more strange recently, especially his attitude towards him, he is very clear.

I don’t know since when, Kang Ting began to exclude him from contacting others. Not only he was not allowed to hold hands with other children when playing games, but he was not allowed to make snacks for others. He usually communicates well with everyone because he is good at drawing and writing He shared his cooking skills and snacks with everyone, and bought a lot of people's hearts.

But it’s no longer possible. Kang Ting’s face turned black every time she saw it. Once, Huawen made cookies in home economics class and shared them with her classmates. When she came back, she brought half of them to Kang Ting, and he directly knocked them out.

"I don't eat other people's leftovers." Kang Ting's eyes were abnormally red and bloodshot, and his voice gradually trembled, "I don't allow you to cook for them..."

"Kang Ting?" Although Hua Wen gradually got used to Kang Ting's occasional paranoia, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he knew that it was Kang Ting's strange disease that caused it, so he didn't blame him, leaned over to pick up the broken cookies on the ground, and coaxed softly: "Okay, I won't make them for others , just make it for you, that’s all right, I’ll have an extra meal at night, what do you want to eat?”

The redness in Kang Ting's eyes slowly faded, and he regained his basic rationality. He froze for a moment in embarrassment, and then said, "I want to eat...meat."

"You know meat! Vegetables are about to be left out and crying, don't be picky eaters!" Huawen poked his head, "In view of this situation, today there is only grilled corn and some cheese."

Kang Ting's eyes lit up slightly. He likes cheese. At this time, the little "lunatic" is no longer the little devil who was thin like a jackal a few months ago. He has been well-cared for by Huawen, and his skin has grown stronger. No longer sickly pale, but a healthy complexion.

"If... Ah Wen can always make supper for me..." Kang Ting lowered his head and said in a low voice, holding a little killer whale made of clay in his hand. This is his manual work, which was done in class The most beautiful one, there are two initials of "hw" on the tail of the killer whale, which he quietly engraved.

The painting was tidied up, crossed his waist, and looked at Kang Ting with a smile: "This little gentleman, you can really be whimsical, but we will grow up. If no one adopts us, we will leave the orphanage in a few years. What do you think?" Where did you go? What are you doing?"

Kang Ting shook his head silently, but his gaze towards the back of Huawen unreservedly revealed his thoughts——

He wanted to be by Huawen's side forever and never leave him for a moment.

The picture text didn't notice his eyes, squatting down to feed the lame rabbit in the cage with vegetable leaves, watching the rabbit's three-petal mouth move non-stop, and his own mouth couldn't stop: "I think...you should be As a painter, your paintings are so beautiful, there is no problem at all! Or is it a soldier? It's pretty good too, haha, I'm just kidding..."

Huawen laughed happily alone, playing with the rabbit, Kang Ting listened and watched quietly, with a bitter smile on his lips.

If it stays like this...it's fine...

If he didn't have this strange disease, if he didn't have the risk of breaking out at any time, and if he didn't have that secretive life experience, he would be fine...

Huawen thought a lot on the rooftop that day, and felt that it was time to have a good talk with Kang Ting. Although the illness would affect his character, it must not affect his normal life. Otherwise, what would he do in the future?Without his care, Kang Ting is alone, and I don't know how many troubles will be caused.

Thinking in this way, Huawen slowly walked to the studio. Every afternoon when school was over, Kang Ting would always come to this abandoned studio to paint, or to sculpt and weave.

His hands are dexterous and his brain is extremely smart. From time to time, he makes some small handicrafts for him as gifts, most of which are small animals, such as rabbits, wolves, orcas, and even made a dragon with scrap iron. The armor is very handsome.

Gently pushing open the door of the studio, Kang Ting was indeed inside. He sat in front of the canvas and daubed casually. The patterns on the canvas had already taken shape. Under the deep blue sky, there were stars and fireflies all over the sky, and birds and fish were looking at the water. Be on the verge of leaving.

For some reason, Huawen felt a little sad.

Kang Ting didn't look back at him, and made his opening remarks with his back: "Today...is my ninth birthday."

"Nine years old? You are actually six months older than me! Do you want a gift?" Hua Wen said, "No, you never told me these things, but today you suddenly said, what's the matter?"

Kang Ting was silent, his back made Huawen more flustered, he felt that there might be something he couldn't accept...it was about to happen!

"I went for a physical examination today... I met mine..." Kang Ting took several deep breaths before saying calmly, "My so-called family members, they want to take me back, saying it's for medical treatment."

"What?" Huawen was startled, and heaved a sigh of relief, "This is a good thing! You have a family! How wonderful, and you can also cure diseases, so... are you going to leave with them?"

Kang Ting turned his head suddenly, his deep eyes seemed to contain an endless black hole, and he froze at the picture: "Do you really want to see me leave here so much?"

Huawen was keenly aware of something wrong with Kang Ting, and the bright smile that he squeezed out slowly retracted, his heart was dull, as dull as his voice: "Actually... I don't really think about it, I will be reluctant to leave if you leave. .”

As soon as Kang Ting's eyes lit up, he immediately jumped off his seat and was about to hold Huawen's hand when he heard him say: "But if your family brings you home, I...I will bless you!"

Kang Ting froze in place, Hua Wen smirked for a while, and said, "I'm even a little envious, you still have family members, that's great, I knew from the day I arrived at the Kang Deng Welfare Institute that I don't have any relatives." , you are lucky, Kang Ting, you are much happier than me..."

happiness?Am I happy?

Kang Ting stood there with a blank face, and his mind was full of memories of his short nine-year career. He remembered things very early, and he had memories in a few months, so he knew who his mother was.

A poor fellow who is as crazy as he is.

He inherited his mother's rare mental illness, mental susceptibility, and he will be emotionally abnormal and have a nervous breakdown at any time. His mother is like this. She will hug him lovingly in one second, and swaddle him in the next second. She fell to the ground hard, and after a while, when the attack passed, she would cry and regret again, and kept saying "I'm sorry" to her poor child.

However, Conting's so-called "family" found him through this susceptibility.

The few polite and indifferent adults looked at him with alienated and pitiful eyes, and told him: "Your mother is the fiancée of the head of the family who is preparing for a second marriage but has not gone through the formalities. She suddenly disappeared because of mental susceptibility. When she left, you In the belly, almost six months."

In this era, mothers who give birth naturally will be neglected in the blood registration, because few women are willing to give birth naturally, so Kang Ting's household registration has not been checked, and he was sent directly to the orphanage after his mother died.

However, this kind of birth also brings the most extreme consequences, which is the direct inheritance of mental illness. If it is not treated in time, the pain will be more terrible than death.

When Kang Ting came to the hospital for a physical examination, he never expected to encounter such things. He stared coldly at the adults in front of him without saying anything, his eyes revealing the maturity and vigilance of almost adults.

"We found you. In addition to letting you return to the family, we also hope that you can help me with one thing. After the thing is done, your treatment will be safe." These adults did not intend to coax you in the way of children. The middle-aged people showed their cards directly.

Kang Ting remained calm: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Seize power."

At this moment, Kang Ting understood that his birth seemed to be a tragic accident, but it was actually planned by these people long ago.

From the very beginning, he was a pawn.

"Can I... refuse?" Kang Ting tightened his pale lips, and his eyes gradually turned red.

The middle-aged man stroked his chin leisurely: "You have no right to refuse, boy, I know what treasure you have hidden in the Kangdeng Welfare Institute."

In an instant, Kang Ting's back felt cold, and he broke out in a big cold sweat. Everything happened so suddenly that he had no chance to prepare, and he was caught dead.

Panting for breath, he managed to suppress his shock, his fists were turned into stones, and he raised his eyes to stare at the middle-aged man: "As long as you don't touch him, I can promise you."

The middle-aged man chuckled and changed his posture, as if he wanted to continue to threaten Kang Ting so that he would not be overwhelmed, but found that the boy's pupils turned white, and a surge of suffocating power came from the level of spiritual power The coercion and madness almost caused several adults present to almost lose control under a nine-year-old child.

"Okay...Okay, I promise you, I will pick you up tomorrow," the middle-aged man had to lower his posture a little, and reached out his hand to Kang Ting, "Deal?"

Without even looking at it, Kang Ting got up and strode away. At this time, the hospital building was full of people brought by middle-aged people, and he had no strength to break free.

The middle-aged man watched his back leave and couldn't help but smile contemptuously when he saw his trembling hands, but he didn't know that Kang Ting was not afraid, but fear from the bottom of his heart.

The person he cares about the most has been targeted, and he can't help himself.

Back at the orphanage, Kang Ting didn't know what he was doing all the way. He just wanted to be alone now, and came to the studio as if escaping. In a daze, birds and fish were reflected under the brush.

"...Kang Ting, you are lucky..." Huawen's voice rang in his ears at the same time.

The paintbrush fell to the ground with a "click", and Kang Ting suddenly wanted to cry.

He is not a crying child, he was born with his mouth tightly shut, stubbornly refusing to cry.

However, in front of the picture text, he cried again and again.

"Why...why are you crying?" Huawen came over helplessly, stretched out his hand to gently hug Kang Ting, and patted him on the back, "Are you reluctant to part with me? Calm down, calm down, and stabilize your emotions. We won't meet anymore, as long as you don't forget me, we will meet again."

"I...I..." Kang Ting hugged Huawen's shoulders with sobs, and forcefully clamped the person into his arms, trying to engrave this person's heartbeat in his chest, "I will never forget you, I will never forget you in this life." Won't……"

But...you have to forget me and remember me, it's too dangerous for you now.

The two children hugged each other tightly, Huawen was thinking about how to comfort Kang Ting, and suddenly found a strange wind blowing by his ears.

"What?" He heard Kang Ting in his arms seem to say something softly.

"Puff-"

A huge heartbeat sounded suddenly, and everyone within a radius of a hundred miles of the Kangdeng Welfare Institute fell into a momentary confusion.

"Plop—" Another burst of heartbeat sounded, and the people who got closer to the sound became more at a loss. Everyone felt that there was a blank in front of them, as if something had been stripped and pulled out from the soul.

The source of the heartbeat is in an abandoned studio. Kang Ting's eyes have turned pure white. He is lying on the flat ground holding the unconscious painting, his eyes are full of nostalgia.

The majestic spiritual power was almost materialized, turning into a milky white wind and wandering around. Kang Ting touched Huawen's forehead with a light smile, reluctant to part.

He forced his diseased mental power to break out of the barrier, briefly forming a powerful magnetic field to control the mind.

Before the illness got out of control, he still had dozens of seconds to be with Huawen. He looked at Huawen with his eyes closed, knowing that the next time he woke up, the other party would completely forget about himself, completely, and even seriously All previous memory may be cleared.

But now, only this method can keep him safe.

He left the last heartbeat to himself, and the milky white wind rushed back into Kang Ting's brain, obliterating the memory of the two of them being together.

The fragments of these memories are gone with the wind, leaving only a key, which is firmly tied to the bottom of the subconscious mind, waiting for the future to deeply awaken the depths of consciousness, which is extremely unlikely.

Conting's key is Huawen's birthday: 0331.

The key to the picture text is Kang Ting's name: nt.