Red dust kills beauty

[-]. Little Gray and Little White ①

The little mute had scalds, burns, corrosion, and various other internal injuries from abuse, and, most notably, malnutrition.I sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment, because the doctor said he needs to take care of himself, so I went home and planned to cook him something delicious.

As a result, before the pot of soup was finished, I received news from the hospital that the little dumb boy had escaped.I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Then I fired up everyone I knew and finally found him in the back of a van going out of town.When he found him, he was being dragged by the shoulders of a man who told him to be more honest.

I also know that man, he is Xu Heping's comrade-in-arms, I make some things, Xu Heping eats meat, he can get some soup to drink.I thanked him and led the stiff boy back home.

He didn't resist after seeing me, but he still looked very scared.I didn't think much of it, and on the way home I asked him, "Do you eat raspberry toffee?"

He didn't answer, I guess he didn't know what a raspberry was.

I comforted him: "It's okay, I haven't eaten peace before. You will like it."

He seemed to relax a bit, and gave me a small smile—the first time I'd ever seen him smile, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

He became embarrassed again, and the destination was reached. I took him by the hand and entered the door, but he seemed to be frightened.

The little mute was very silent and frightened, standing on the floor of the living room and looking at me in bewilderment."Standing" doesn't quite fit either, because he's so badly hurt that he's just leaning against the wall.

I didn’t turn off the fire before I left, the chicken soup was still simmering on a low fire in the kitchen, and the aroma filled the whole room.The tip of his nose moved a few times, and I noticed that he swallowed, so I asked, "Do you want to eat the sugar first, or the soup first?"

He looked even more confused, and he made a gesture after a long while. I had to recognize it for a long time before I realized that he meant to ask me why.

I tilted my head: "Because seeing you have a bad life makes my heart ache."

The little mute clenched his fingers, looked around, his eyes lit up when he saw a pen and paper in the living room, and wrote on it: "What reward do you want from me?"

"Ah." I looked at it for a while, and said lightly, "Your handwriting is beautiful."

He closed his eyes, looking speechless.I looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he was so helpless, I was praising him.

He started to write again, because of his injury, he wrote very slowly, and his posture was uncomfortable, as if he was about to faint.I waited impatiently, and my thoughts began to wander along my gaze again. For a while, I thought about how dense his eyelashes are, and if I wanted to touch them, would it be a fluffy touch? For a while, I thought that his face was blue and yellow because he was originally Even with this skin color, she is still hungry. Would it be better if she took care of her?

It wasn't until he unfolded the note in front of my eyes that I realized that my mind was wandering again.

He wrote a paragraph this time, and I summarized the meaning, that is, he couldn't figure out what I wanted to do, and he didn't know me well, so I hope I won't make that kind of joke again.Then he said thank you for my rescue, and said that he was willing to repay me as much as he could.

But I don't need his reward.

"There's nothing I want in you," I said, "I don't need you to do anything but live your life."

He took a step back and looked at me in disbelief.

"It's true." I pointed to my brain, "My mind is not normal, there is always a loud voice inside. But when I see you, it will calm down." Although my heart hurts, "So I just want to watch you."

"..." The little mute was quiet again.

The casserole whined and I turned back to the kitchen to bring it to the table and lift the lid.Suddenly, a louder sound than before swept across the whole room. I held the bowl and smiled at him: "It's time to eat."

He sat with me at the dining table without a word, stared at the scene in front of him stiffly, then took the soup bowl I handed over, dipped his head into scooping up a spoonful of chicken soup, and put it in his mouth.

Xiao Hui flew over and stood on the dining table in a high-spirited manner, patted me with its big wings, and asked for some meat.

I yelled, and hit Xiaohui's head with my chopsticks: "You can't eat salt in it. Didn't you feed you meat just now—you can't hold it!"

The two of us made a fuss, and the little mute watched quietly from the opposite side, and then took another spoonful quietly.

I only heard a "click", which was the sound of water droplets falling into the soup bowl.

Xiao Hui and I turned our heads at the same time, the little mute was still drinking the soup quietly, but the tears kept falling and smashed into the soup bowl.

He didn't even cry.

I held Xiaohui who had stopped fluttering in my arms, stroked his soft feathers, and asked softly, "...why do I want to cry too."

My heart never stops aching for him.If it weren't for the fact that we had never met in the past, I would almost have thought he was some lost relative of mine.

Later I learned that he was from Yanbei, his parents were killed in an air crash, he was reduced to an orphan, and later he was tricked into going to that research institute.It was the first time he had hot soup on the table since his parents passed away.

When he told me these things, he had already lived in my place for a while, and his injuries were also recuperated.He would do the housework for me, and I would learn sign language from him.

Once when I got up, I saw the little mute squatting on the ground, gesticulating with Xiao Hui very seriously.

Xiaohui is a bullying bird, before he was a little afraid of Xiaobai's tall stature, but after he found out that he was a paper tiger, he quickly became imposing, and now he almost regards the little mute as his servant, standing on his shoulder every day Domineering, don't mention how proud you are.

I hid behind the door and observed secretly for a while, and found that Xiao Hui probably stole the ingredients prepared last night—two large pieces of beef—and the little mute was trying to reason with him, but because of the hardware, every time he wanted to make gestures , Xiao Hui let out an airy "Ah", like mocking.

Seeing that the little mute was going to be bullied by it so that he had no power to fight back, I walked over and threw it out of the window with the bird's wings.Little Hui rolled over in the air in embarrassment, yelled at us angrily, and then flew away in desperation.

Probably because I found out that I was partial to the little mute, Xiao Hui got angry for several days and ran away from home.After finding that I didn't coax it, I continued to come back as if nothing had happened.

We were in the kitchen at that time, the little dummy was picking vegetables, and I was in charge of frying.Xiao Hui let out a cry, flew back fluttering its wings, grabbed a big field mouse in its sharp claws, and threw it to Xiao Bai's face.

Xiaobai held the half-dead mouse and looked at me in bewilderment.

"This is a gift for you." I stroked Xiao Hui's wings, "He likes you very much."

The little mute imitated me and touched Xiao Hui, then opened his mouth, but made no sound.I guess he wanted to say thank you.

While eating, I suddenly asked, "Do you want to learn how to talk to me?"

He squirmed again like a frightened rabbit, then shook his head.

After he escaped for the first time, I followed him to the hospital again. The doctor said that his dumbness was psychogenic. It wasn’t that there was a problem with his vocal organs, but that he was aphasia due to some trauma.

I didn't understand at that time what is psychological cause and what is trauma.

The doctor explained: "It's just war... dead people... there are many of these."

I'm still having trouble understanding.

Since waking up, I have met all the vicious people, or people with strong hearts, who were too scared to speak because of the dead, and this is the first time I have seen them.

At that time, I touched Xiao Hui's head and whispered: "Little mute is a glass doll, we must take good care of him."

So I put off getting him to talk again until today, and it just seemed to scare him anyway.I thought to myself that he is a glass doll, he is a glass doll, and then I continued to eat, but I was a little dumb, and I was absent-minded all the time, I don't know what I was thinking.

Turnaround in a few days.

At that time, I ordered the little mute to run errands, because I made too much roast meat, I asked him to bring some to Shen Heping and the others.

I don't know why, since the little mute stayed here, Shen Heping came over a lot less often, and sometimes looked at me with aggrieved eyes.One time when I went grocery shopping, I ran into his black-faced squad leader, who even pulled me aside and asked me what I was doing.

"What are you doing?" I asked lightly, "Shopping for vegetables."

"You crazy woman—really!" He glared at me and walked away.

I didn't think it could be like this, so I always asked the little mute to run errands for me, hoping to improve the relationship between them, but it seemed to have little effect.

The little mute didn't seem to like it either.He reluctantly nodded, and left with the big lunch box in his pocket.

I was still humming and cutting clothes in the room - the explosion in the research institute was finally blamed on his nemesis, because their patriarch and the patriarch's young son were seriously injured, so the other party suffered a lot, and Wu Qi was assigned A lot of benefits, and he is more kind to me. He gave me these few pieces of cloth and a sewing machine.

I don't know why I feel like I've used this before, and it feels familiar as soon as I sit down.

Just when I was thinking about whether to cut a piece of clothes for the little mute, I also received a news of death, saying that the two sides were fighting. I hurried over and saw my boy being pinned to the ground. A group of people surrounded him with excited expressions.

I asked: "What's wrong?"

Shen Heping's eyes turned red when he saw me, and he called out excitedly: "Sister!"

The little mute looked back at me with difficulty, his eyes gradually dimmed.

This is the first time I don't want to hear Shen Heping call me "sister".I pushed him away with a cold face, and tore off the person holding the little mute, and asked, "Are you okay?"

The little mute was stunned.

I slapped him on the head: "Speak up!"

Oh yeah, I forgot, he's dumb.

To prevent them from making trouble for him, I took his hand all the way to find Shen Heping's monitor: "What's wrong with them?"

The frown between the squad leader's eyebrows almost pinched the mosquito to death: "This kid's ability is out of control."

I looked around wonderingly, but I didn't see any terrible explosion scene.

"It's time." He said briefly, "One of my soldiers picked the thing first, that dumb... probably frightened, when there was physical contact, it turned my soldier into a child, and he didn't know what to do. ——Anyway, he didn’t recover until you arrived.”

That's why the atmosphere was so tense just now?

I discussed the follow-up with the squad leader. The ability of the little mute is too dangerous. I hope they can shut up obediently, and then take the boy who looks like a frightened deer back home.

I didn't mention it to him quickly because I was still thinking about what to say.So as soon as I went back, I sat in front of the sewing machine again, sorting out my emotions while cutting patterns.

But he seemed to have gotten some wrong signal. Just when I was already indulging in making clothes, the sleeves were suddenly tugged cautiously.When I turned around, I saw my little mute standing there with his lips pursed.

"I'll keep myself under control," he wrote hastily, "and learn to talk."

Then there was a jerk, and a few dots of ink.

Finally he wrote tremblingly: "Don't want me."

My heart is almost melting.A little pain, but also a little warm.

I held him in my arms and stroked his hair: "I won't let you go."

It was the first time he didn't reject my embrace with stiff limbs.

That night, Xiao Hui, who had missed the exciting plot all day long and finally came back after fooling around, brought another field mouse to the little mute.

I found it interesting, and asked Xiao Hui, "Why don't I have a gift?"

Xiao Hui raised his tail feathers and called out to me, his expression seemed to say "why didn't I bring it for you, didn't you think about it".

I really didn't.

The little mute pursed his lips and showed a small smile.Like a big brother, Xiao Hui spread out one wing and patted his head lightly.

Looking at the harmonious and friendly picture of one person and one bird, I suddenly remembered what I had forgotten—I raised my eyebrows in doubt: "Little dumb, did I not ask your name?"

"..." The little mute glanced at me, then shook his head.

"What's your name?" I asked.

He shook his head again, he didn't know if he didn't, he didn't know, or he didn't want to say it - I took it as the former.

I thought hard for a while, then clapped my hands violently, and said joyfully, "You should be called Xiaobai."

The little mute who changed his name to Xiaobai: "..." He hesitated to speak, and I pretended not to see it.

Xiao Hui let out a cry of excitement, I squeezed its long beak, and said with a smile: "Look at how happy Xiao Hui is, you will be its little brother from now on."

"Karma!" This is Xiao Hui.

"..." This is Xiaobai.

Next chapter: Xiaohui and Xiaobai②

I took my man, draped my bird, and hummed a song.

"Come on, let's go wandering together."

I'm not sad at all, I feel happy.

?April [-]st

Ah Ning is quite scumbag, and I think he is scumbag too.

But how to put it... Don't judge him with the thinking of a normal person. No matter what life he lives in, his life is not peaceful, and he keeps killing and killing people. His essence is very similar to Lianhua, so he likes Zhaoyao's character.

Lao Bai has repeatedly emphasized that he is an ordinary person.He had never understood Fu Baixue, nor could he.

That's the real reason they can't be together.