[Conan] Scenery and Light and Wine

"I saw you talking to those bad guys again, Shu Lang."

Panting and pale, the little girl rushed over without tying up her hair. Her long platinum hair was scattered in the sun with the wind, like wings or a fairy skirt.

Shu Lang sat lazily leaning against the tree, and opened his arms to his cute little sister.

"You are not allowed to hug me."

Tana escaped from Shu Lang's embrace, and angrily knocked on his head.She just lost a tooth before, and she is actually not very talkative recently.

After she finished talking to Shu Lang, she tightly pursed the corners of her mouth, not wanting her little brother to see her ugly and leaky teeth.

"I was wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

Shu Lang lowered his head and asked Tana to hit him cooperatively, then took out a small gift box from his pocket and handed it to Tana.

"For the sake of finding this for you, please forgive me, little princess."

Inside the box was a naive little bear pendant, whose eyes were sparkling, whether it was broken crystals or gemstones, smiling at Tana who opened the gift box.

Tana was even angrier.

"I don't want this!"

She grabbed the gift box and wanted to throw it out, but then thought that it was given to her by Shu Lang, so she stomped on the spot angrily, but she was still reluctant to throw it away.

"I don't want this. I like the little bear you made for me..." Tana squatted next to Shu Lang and hugged her knees, and returned the gift box to Shu Lang, "Don't go to those bad guys. Guys, I think they're scary."

"Then let's change it to a present."

Shu Lang didn't agree to Tana, and used the topic of gifts to distract the matter.He took out another red headband with gold trim, and patted his leg to Tana who was squatting on the ground: "I bought this with a scholarship, don't you hate it?"

Tana knew that Shu Lang was going to get away with it, so she snorted a little and forgave him.Patted the dust on the skirt to make sure it was clean before sitting on Shu Lang's lap.

"Want to braid up."

"it is good……"

Shu Lang has a pair of dexterous hands and patience for all the delicate and complicated things.He gently brushed Tana's long hair back with his hands, braiding her braids with a degree that would not hurt her.

"Is it hard to go to school?"

Tana asked him in a low voice.Last year, Shu Lang got a special offer from a noble middle school in St. Petersburg. The headmaster specially came to the orphanage and invited Shu Lang to go to school with them. He also offered a large scholarship for this.

"It's not hard, who do you think I am?"

Shu Lang sneered softly, saying it was a special move, but actually he wanted him to be a catfish, to give a sense of crisis to those favored ones who have never been overshadowed since childhood.

But Shu Lang did a good job. Not only did he achieve the top five places in the grade as agreed in the agreement, he was also elected as the chairman of this year's student union.

It is estimated that the school board will ask him for an appointment after school starts, right?But it doesn't matter, he has other means to deal with it.

Tana's long hair gradually turned into the shape of a flower in his hands. He wrapped the hair band around the end of the hair and tied it, and stuffed the excess into the braid to hide it before patting Tana on the head. .

"Go back and look in the mirror, everyone will praise you for being beautiful."

"Um……"

Tana took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped and looked back at him. With the light behind him, Shu Lang couldn't see Tana's expression clearly.

He pushed down his glasses, thinking that the prescription might not be enough, so he should have another pair of optometry later on.

"what happened?"

"You have to tell Mama Larsa, the grown-up who looks like you."

Tana mentioned a person that Shu Lang didn't want to face at all, the smile on his face disappeared, showing a bit of indifference that belonged to the president of the student union, and he controlled himself to speak softly to Tana: "Leave him alone, as if there is no such thing man, okay?"

Tana shook her head, stopped talking to Shu Lang, and walked away with her skirt in her hands.

"You should listen to little Tana, baby."

"Don't call me that!"

The man's haunting spirit persisted, as if what Tana said just now was some kind of summoning language, and he couldn't speak it and appeared in front of him everywhere.

Shu Lang instantly entered a state of stress.Like a small beast whose territory has been violated, he bared his immature fangs and threatened outsiders.

In Mikhail's opinion, childishness is a bit cute.

"when did you come?"

Shu Lang looked at Mikhail vigilantly, and looked around again.He stays in the corner of the backyard of the orphanage, and no one usually comes here.

"Well, when you were braiding little Tana." Mikhail held an apple in his hand, and Shu Lang guessed that it might have been picked from the apple tree planted in their yard.

"Don't be so defensive, my little Shu Lang, Daddy will be sad."

Mikhail was not upset at all.He said this with a smile, rubbed the green apple on his clothes, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

"It was a rare time for me to be taken advantage of, and I gave your mother Larsa a lot of good things." Mikhail chewed a sour apple and said vaguely, "Wine, food, books, new clothes and fabric."

"Be a little polite, okay?"

The apple he only took a bite of was thrown to the ground. Mikhail patted Shu Lang, and smiled at him with gray eyes similar to his: "You haven't thanked me yet."

"thanks……"

Shu Lang said coldly.

"Pfft, hahaha." Mikhail was amused by Shu Lang's appearance, and he scratched his hair showing some false distress, "I really like you more and more, baby."

"You still don't like me." Shu Lang stood up from the ground, wiped off the dirt on his pants, and stared coldly at Mikhail's face that was too similar to him, "I have nothing to do with you."

It's rare for Shu Lang to regret that he went to make deals with those members.Otherwise, he wouldn't be noticed because of his too similar appearance, which would provoke his blood father.

He didn't want to tell Mama Larsa.What do you say?

Telling him that his gentle, caring mother was actually the son of a boss.And has he also learned to intimidate and lure others with unsophisticated methods?

Having to find a way to solve this troublesome man once and for all, Shu Lang frowned, a little restless.

Mikhail was different from the punks he had come into contact with before, he was too dangerous and unpredictable.

Shu Lang didn't know if he could effectively find his weaknesses and target them.But people always come up with solutions, and he doesn't think he will be completely helpless.

Mikhail accepted his indifference and departure well, so he simply sat down on the seat where Shu Lang was sitting just now, and smiled at him with his chin in his hand.

"The book you asked for, such an unorthodox thing, wasted our efforts."

The man wrapped in a gray scarf cast a shrewd gaze from under the stacked eyelids. The big boy opposite him was a little impatient, with a cold face, he handed a folded paper to the other party, and took the professional book he requested .

"Jitayan's student file, which has a clear date of birth and school history, and the family contact is on another piece of paper."

The man showed some obvious excitement, he couldn't wait to take the paper Shu Lang gave him, and unfolded to confirm his guess.

"What about other than books?"

Shu Lang pinched the piece of paper, he was not interested in whether his junior was the illegitimate son of a minister of state affairs or a work-study student with excellent academic performance.

The man in front of him is a big or small leader in the black market. He wants to get enough supplies from this man for the winter, and then try to convince Larsa's mother to return all the things Mikhail sent. go back.

He didn't believe that Mikhail sent the things out of pure kindness or just to make himself unhappy, and the best way was to return them. There are now seventeen children and three adults in the orphanage.

A total of [-] people's winter supplies, Shu Lang can find a way to solve it without relying on Mikhail.

"Don't be so anxious, we are old buddies..." The man tucked his chin into the scarf and said with a smile: "The things you want are not small, and they are already on the way to be delivered."

"You ask someone to send something to the orphanage on West Street, saying it's a donation, and then I'll tell you where the other piece of paper is."

Shu Lang was unmoved.

He did deal with this guy several times, and he really didn't have any problems.But for some reason, today he always felt a kind of panic running around his throat.

"no problem……"

The man agreed very happily. This cunning brat dared to reveal his den and tell others, so he probably left something behind as a threat.

An orphanage is just a batch of supplies for the winter, there is no need to do everything right.

He looked up in the direction of West Street, and suddenly frowned.

"Hey, do you see West Street over there?"

Shu Lang subconsciously looked up into the man's eyes, and saw a thick black smoke rising from his cloudy pupils.

"Mikhail!"

Shu Lang, who roared and rushed over to punch Mikhail, was kicked by that nasty man and fell to the ground.

Mikhail's men easily pushed the somewhat thin boy to the ground.

The power brought by the hatred and grief was so small, under the suppression of the two burly men, even though Shu Lang struggled desperately, he couldn't even touch the sole of Mikhail's shoe.

Mikhail bent down, turned his head sideways, and observed Shu Lang's expression with interest. His son, whose eyes were splitting open, seemed to be performing some interesting play, which made him involuntarily show a happy smile, and even burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, baby, look at your current appearance, how nice it is."

While saying the words of praise, Mikhail stepped on Shu Lang's face, and stomped that face that was more or less similar to him into the pitch-black ground.

Shu Lang didn't make a sound after that roar, he bit his lips tightly, tears turned the dust into pieces of dirt sticking to his face.

Mikhail stared at Shu Lang for a while, then suddenly squatted down and grabbed his hair, lifted him up and looked at him.

Gray iris is a branch of blue iris. Not many people have eyes of this color, and it is the second rarest color after green iris.

Two pairs of gray eyes that couldn't be more similar, the only difference is that Mikhail's eyes are filled with interest, while Shu Lang's eyes are filled with hatred.

"Don't look at me like that, baby."

Mikhail wiped Shu Lang's tears and the dirt on his face with his clean sleeve.

He smiled and talked to Shu Lang, and the old wooden orphanage was burning behind him, but Mikhail didn't seem to notice it.

"You look like I did something wrong."

"Get out, get out! Kill you! I must kill you!"

Shu Lang was like a puppet that had just been wound up. After Mikhail finished speaking, he stumbled and gave a response.

With a hoarse voice, he raised his head to avoid Mikhail's sleeve, and stared at Mikhail's gaze full of hatred if it had any substance.

Mikhail gave Shu Lang time to finish speaking, and then stepped on his face again, wasting the results of his meticulous work just now.

"I told you not to look at me like that. It's obviously your fault, Xiao Shulang."

Mikhail stepped on Shu Lang's face, ignoring his useless struggle like a prey caught in a trap.

He stepped on Shu Lang's face slowly and vigorously, while taking out a cigarette from his pocket, biting it in his mouth, showing a bit of a complaining smile.

"You are my son. From the day I know about it, you should understand that I will not let you mix with these people."

"What do you think you are, a little black goat? Don't be so naive, baby. You're my son, and even I have to admit, blood is a wonderful thing, you're so like me."

Mikhail was talking slowly, and while talking, he rubbed Shu Lang's face twice from time to time.

His posture is very casual, not like punishment and admonishment, but like playing - if stepping on a face that is eight times like his own can be considered playing.

"They are here today because of you, baby." Mikhail glanced at the orphanage where only the outline could be seen in the blazing fire, and he looked down upon him, "I said I wanted to eat with them." After a thank-you banquet, your mother Larsa agreed without saying a word. She also explained your absence to me, and I hope I don’t mind.”

"Of course I don't care."

Shu Lang's struggle and resistance gradually stopped, and he knew that he shouldn't listen to Mikhail's illogical words.But he still wanted to know why this man did such a thing suddenly.

"You are my son, of course I won't argue with you. But I don't allow that woman to show ownership of you in front of me like a parent, understand?"

understand what?

"If you told them my identity, I don't think they would eat what I prepared so easily, baby. But your fault also made them die more comfortably. After all, they were burned to death awake and burned to death in their sleep. Burn to death, who knows which hurts more, right?"

I have no idea!I don't know such a thing!It wasn't me who was burned to death!How do I know if their death hurts or not!

"Look, it's all your fault, honey."

Mikhail was not very satisfied with Shu Lang's reaction, so he simply sat on the boy's undeveloped back, grabbed Shu Lang's hair and stroked him like a wild dog.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I don't know how to coax children."

Mikhail squinted his eyes to watch the burning fire, and patted the top of Shu Lang's head with gentle strength, and there was even a sense of comfort in his movements.

"First lesson in parenting, baby. Keep important things well hidden."

Mikhail flicked off the lid of the lighter with his other hand, and the flame rose with a crisp sound.

Mikhail took a drag on his cigarette, exhaled a thin puff of smoke, and viciously brushed the ashes into Shuran's hair.

When the gray debris fell down, there was no temperature, and Shu Lang didn't even know what happened above his head.

He was lying on the ground, and the man's weight was like a mountain pressing on him, making him nowhere to escape no matter how he ran.

"Otherwise it will be like this, it's very simple, just "snap" once, and you have nothing. "

Mikhail pressed the lighter next to Shu Lang's ear. He didn't know what was amused by it, and his whole body trembled with laughter. While laughing, he imitated the crisp sound of the lighter being pressed with Shu Lang.

Snapped.Snapped.Snapped.

It's very simple, just "snap" once, and everything is gone.

"He still has me."

The little girl's immature voice came clearly through Mikhail's uncomfortably manic laughter.

Knowing whose voice it was, Shu Lang struggled again like a fake corpse.This time Mikhail didn't stop him, and even stood up cooperatively, walked to the side and slapped the dust on his body, let Shu Lang get up from the ground in embarrassment, staggered and rushed to the little girl, hugged her She burst into tears.

Tana was covered in blood, and she didn't know where it came from.Platinum's long hair was scorched by the fire and turned into a messy and abrupt appearance.

She looked bad, with pale lips, sickly flushed cheeks, shortness of breath and weakness.

But such Tana survived from the orphanage that had been burned down to nothing but ruins.

"I forgot about you, little Tana." Mikhail took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the little girl, with a gentlemanly and considerate look, "You left after showing up at the dinner party, yes, You are not well."

"Don't touch her!"

Shu Lang hugged Tana tightly in his arms. This was the only thing he had left, and he would never let Mikhail touch him again.

"Shu Lang, it's okay, I will accompany you."

Tana stretched out her hand to take the handkerchief Mikhail gave her, put her arms around her little brother, and wiped his face little by little.This is also her only remaining family member.

"This shouldn't be how you speak to your father, Shu Lang."

Mikhail stood watching from the side, this weak girl who looked like she was going to pass out in a second was still standing here, and even supported his silly son who was kneeling on the ground as a support.

Mikhail felt that he could keep this interesting little girl. A good parent would allow his child to raise something that would make him happy.

It's just that Shu Lang has to learn to change his attitude.

"Please, don't touch her."

Shu Lang raised his head, he held Tana in his arms, and looked at Mikhail.He was still kneeling on the ground and didn't get up, and he really seemed to be begging Mikhail a bit.

"Please, Father."

The author has something to say:

Happy birthday?

A miserable 16-year-old boy who was played by his scumbag father and returned to PUA. Fortunately, his sister is reliable.

It's time to pay off the debt, but now I have three jobs to deal with, so I can only guarantee that I will update it every other day?

Brother Xiu over there is optimistic about the end of April, sigh.

I'm sorry, sorry, it's been a long, long time, but I'll finish it up quickly.