[Zhongyingmei] I don't want to save you today

His name is Wang, he was born and raised in the United States, and his body has blood from another continent.He was sent to an orphanage when he was six years old, and spent five or six years in adoptive families.At the age of 13, he first met Tyanna - the only light in his life.

The new man who adopted him hangs around the bar all day, really doesn't want to stay at home and bear his stepmother's gloomy anger and nagging complaints all day long, he quickly rolls out of the stick, volunteers to go to the bar to get the man who hasn't returned in three days The man at home brought it back.

The skinny woman threw aside the stick that was not swung, wiped her hand on the apron, and threatened: "If you can't find him, don't come back. I shouldn't have brought you back for that little money. Anyway, sooner or later I'll be defeated by that bastard." She spat lightly, and the door behind her closed with a bang.

So the last bit of light also disappeared, leaving only boundless darkness in front of him. He waited quietly for a while for his eyes to adapt to the changes in front of him. He slowly got up and walked outside.

He said it with confidence, but he was not sure at all.

At worst, he would really be beaten up. He smiled self-deprecatingly, wrapped his thin coat tightly, and staggered towards No. 19, the red and green street.

After walking for about half an hour, I could finally see the lights seeping out from there. Those colorful lights looked like criminals who had sneaked out, so bright and obscene.

Still far away, you can hear the lingering melancholy sound coming from there.Laughing, screaming, mixed together like a grand and absurd ball, but under the illumination of the treacherous lights, he felt that it was more like thousands of people crying at the death knell.It reminded him of the shadowed faces of everyone at his parents' funeral when he was six years old, and his young sister leaning against him, crying out of breath, but she didn't know anything.

What could she know, he thought?She didn't know that her parents were gone forever, she didn't know what they were about to face, and she didn't know that no relatives were willing to take them over. Cooking vegetables in plain water, living on the poor relief fund every month, and sometimes needing to go to church to receive porridge.Where should they go when the funeral is over?

Time did not allow him to recall, slipped and fell in the snow again, and after falling a meter away, he got up from the ground with hands and feet together, and when he looked up, he saw the red and green sign "Nathan" on the top.

It is here.

But it's obviously not allowed to go in from here. The pair of bodyguards at the door are tall and strong, even though they are leaning against the wall now, smoking a cigarette—or something, talking to each other in yellow dirty words, look When he got up, he was very foolish, and he didn't seem to be in charge of things.But he had no doubt that as long as he was discovered, he would definitely be wrung out with one hand and beaten up by the way.

It's really unlucky... Originally, if they were lucky, they should have been drunk at this time, and they didn't know which room they ran to to have fun.But now he has to go around to the back door. He used to work here. He is quite familiar with the bar. He knows that there will be staff entrances and exits in the kitchen at the back door. Although it is always dirty, it is necessary to avoid those who are unconscious Drunk man, he can't tell the difference between the enemy and the enemy in a fight, and he even beats himself ruthlessly.

Without the illumination of the neon lights, the deeper the alley, the darker it became. Only the bleak moon was left to make him barely see the road ahead.90.00% of the door from the kitchen was a garbage dump, and he smelled an increasingly strong stench, and he walked by holding his nose.

Wait—someone seems to be coming—

Footsteps were getting closer, and it sounded like there were at least two or three people.Seeing that they were about to run into each other, he had nowhere to hide, so he had to dodge and hide in the garbage dump.

It's terrible... Before he had time to sigh how unlucky he was today, a thick sour smell rushed towards him around him, and the place not covered by the old clothes was a disgusting sticky touch. He didn't even dare to fly wildly around his ears. To drive away with a wave, you must concentrate on listening to whether those people have gone far.

It's been about 15 minutes - it could have been 5 minutes or 1 minute, who knows, it's been like a year in there anyway.The surroundings had quieted down, and he breathed a sigh of relief, resisting the feeling of vomiting and preparing to crawl out of it.

"Is anyone there?"

It is a clear and vigilant female voice.

He walked around, desperate to the point of crying—that's not how he played with him.

The girl seemed to be walking this way, and the sound of light footsteps gradually approached.

She stopped a meter away from the garbage dump, and asked hesitantly, "What are you doing there?"

He pretended that he didn't exist, hugged himself tightly, and silently said "let me go".Just when the girl was hesitant to come in to see what was going on, she paused, seemed to sigh, and said, "Are you going into the bar? I opened the back door for you."

As the footsteps faded away, he froze on the spot without moving at all, unbelievable that such a good thing happened to him.After a while, after regaining his senses suddenly, he rushed out from inside, and almost shed tears.He doesn't believe in religion, every Sunday he stays at home to clean up, but at this moment he thinks that girl is a fucking angel, and even wants to kneel down and kiss her toes.

—if she really handed him over just now...

Before he had time to think so much, he carefully ducked down and sneaked in from the kitchen, ready to find the culprit who made him so miserable tonight.

The things around him exude a tempting aroma. The cake that just came out of the oven and the sizzling French fries in the fryer are like poisonous snakes tempting Eva to eat the forbidden fruit. He swallowed hard. Struggling fiercely with hunger, I was finally crushed mercilessly by a big hand called "I haven't eaten hot food all day", so hunger won without any suspense.

Just take a little and he won't mess things up.

Wrapped the French fries with a clean white paper towel, put a bag in his pocket, gobbled up a piece of green cake, tidied up his body with the kitchen water, he let out a long breath, and walked inside.

Sticking to the dark corridor, he tried to make out his stepfather's rough voice from the noise.But halfway through, there was no sign of him.He was not in a hurry, and slowly moved along the corridor. Anyway, he was just going out to pass the time safely. At this moment, a particularly outstanding voice caught his ears.

The sound is clear and crisp, like the light rain hitting the window in the morning.

It was the girl from just now.

He stopped curiously and couldn't help but wonder who she was.

What is she talking about?What does she look like?what is her name?Is she an "employee" here?Did she see what he looked like?Why did she let him go?

In an instant, turbulent thoughts flooded in, and the piles of questions were so noisy that he couldn't hear what the girl was saying.

Just go in and take a look, pretending to be looking for someone.

He didn't have time to think about the consequences, or the things that kept him up at night—fucking stepmother and stepfather.The rationality that had kept him safe for a long time collapsed, and even the smallest defense was crushed to powder before it could be said.He only knew one thing, if he didn't find her this time, he might never have the chance to know her.And he really wanted to know what she looked like.

Just to satisfy my curiosity --

Gently pushing open the door, the first thing that came into view was the fat figure of his stepfather, paralyzed on the floor motionless, like a dead pig.Only the weak breathing up and down proved that he was still alive.He looked aside blankly, and his eyes collided with the girl's eyes.

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, and her curled eyelashes blocked the dark eyeliner on her eyelids.

But only one thought flashed through his mind, her hair was red, curly, fluffy like a startled little squirrel.

It's not an angel...

Somehow he breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure was relieved by half, but the little squirrel said: "It's you? What are you doing here?"

Feeling the girl's scrutiny after knowing it, he remembered how terrible he was now - worn out clothes, bad smell, messy hair, there might be undried water droplets on it, It just hangs shyly on the tip of the hair.

He embarrassedly pointed to the dead pig that was still sleeping on the ground, and whispered: "My mother asked me to take him back."

Looking at the obviously mismatched skin color and hair color, the little girl nodded knowingly—another tragic childhood story.

She said "Oh", not very interested, and said, "Then you may have to wait a while, I just got him drunk."

Glancing at the girl with some surprise, he remembered that his stepfather's drinking capacity wasn't too bad.

The girl stretched lazily, revealing a section of white and soft waist.

As if she couldn't bear his stupid look, she said a little impatiently: "Then you come in and wait, or do you want to stand at the door?"

He shook his head quickly, and hurried in.He closed the door without hesitation, not daring to touch the bed so dirty, he bypassed his stepfather who was still sleeping soundly, found a small open space and sat down in a regular manner, ripping his worn-out bed uncomfortably. trousers in an attempt to cover up her ill-fitting sandals and red-holed toes.

Seemingly amused by his rustic movements, the girl parted her mouth, her face softened a lot.

Not minding his dirty clothes at all, the girl glanced at the big fat man next to him, guessing that he should sleep for a few more hours, she moved forward and tugged at his sleeves.

"Hi, what's your name?"

So that's where the story begins.

He still remembers her rosy cheeks, her agile eyes, and her curly hair as warm as fire, which warmed him throughout the hungry and cold winter.

He thought of the green cake, a bit bitter but also sweet, but now there was only the cold taste of iron in his mouth because he was so cold.

He also remembered that after going back, he lay on the cold bed, silently saying her name——TYANNA again and again.He lay on the bed thinking that the staff of the Social Services Bureau who picked him up after the funeral seemed to have the same red hair.

Are all redheads good people?he thought so.

If only I could talk to the little fairy all my life——

But how is this possible?No one can accompany others for a lifetime, and a selfish and hateful person like him does not deserve to have company.