Burning fire

His ears seemed to be plugged, and his eyes seemed to be covered. Zhang Jueming couldn't hear or see.

His body seemed to be floating in the air without landing.Only the pain was tearing him apart, tearing him apart, plunging him into black torment.

He had a long dream.In the dream, a pair of golden longan stared straight at him, he had nowhere to escape, there was no way to avoid it.Consciousness is drawn into the vortex of chaos, into those dry and burning memories...

……

When he was seven years old, Zhang Jueming discovered that his wounds would heal on their own. To be precise, he didn’t discover it, it was his first tablemate who discovered it.

It was his first day in elementary school, and his deskmate was a little girl with a ponytail.The ponytail was dark, thick and long, tied with a pale pink head flower.Her skin is very fair, she is fat like a baby, and she has a pair of bright eyes.

Zhang Jueming helped her move the stool, but his fingers were scratched by the iron nails protruding from the edge of the stool.

The pain was so severe that Zhang Jueming frowned and held up his hand to see that his fingertips were bleeding out.

"Ah! I'm going to call the teacher!" Ponytail shouted and ran away.

She didn't have long legs, but she ran very fast. She found the teacher in less than 2 minutes.The teacher grabbed Zhang Jueming's hand—there was no wound, it was obviously just a red hand dipped in it.

This is a bear kid playing a prank.

Therefore, the two children were trained.

Zhang Jueming stared at his hand and pointed his attention, not understanding why - he obviously felt pain, but why did the wound disappear?

The ponytail next to her was crying, and she wiped her face with her little hands. Zhang Jueming looked at her for a while, then took out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it over: "Don't cry."

The big teary eyes in the ponytail stared at Zhang Jueming, she suppressed the corners of her mouth in grievance, her mouth was pouted so high that she could hang an oil bottle.She grabbed the tissue and threw it at Zhang Jueming, crying, "You liar! Liar!"

The voice is grandma's, and tears are falling.Zhang Jueming froze there, dumbfounded for a moment.

Children don't take many things to heart, but once they have a grudge, they will remember it deeply and for a long time.The whole day, Ponytail didn't talk to Zhang Jueming again.Before school was over, she drew an extra "[-]th line" on the table.

Being isolated by the "[-]th Parallel" for a whole day, Zhang Jueming felt aggrieved when he returned home from school in the evening.

Zhang Haolang didn't come back after working overtime, Qiao Jun went out to buy groceries, and now he was the only one left at home.

The room was empty and quiet, and the aggrieved heart in his heart inexplicably swelled.

The seven-year-old boy bit his lip and ran to the kitchen.He stretched his arm on tiptoe, his fingertips trembling, and gestured up and down on the edge of the kitchen knife.

"I'm not lying, I'm not lying!" He thought to himself, thinking about it, his heart broke, and he cut his finger on the blade.

pain.

It hurts so badly.

Blood dripped on the ground, Zhang Jueming quickly lowered his head and stared at his hands.

About half a minute? 2 minutes? 5 minutes?He has no concept.

He just knew it was going to be soon.Soon, when Qiao Jun opened the door to go home, the wound on his finger had healed.

There was no pain anymore, only bright red blood was left on his hands, and the blood was still warm.

"Cassia? Cassia, mom is back." Qiao Jun at the entrance took off her high heels and shouted into the room at the same time.

"Jaming?"

Called twice, but got no response.Qiao Jun frowned and went to the kitchen to put down the two bags of vegetables she bought.As soon as she entered the kitchen door, she saw the thin child holding up a blood-red finger, his back trembling.

"Cassia? What's wrong with Cassia?" Qiao Jun dropped her things and ran over to grab Zhang Cassia's shoulder.

Zhang Jueming had been frightened for a long time. When he saw his mother, all the fear and grievance in his heart poured out immediately. He burst into tears, put his fingers in front of Qiao Jun, and showed her eyes.

Zhang Jueming yelled intermittently: "Mom, I didn't lie...I didn't...Why?...Obviously, very, very painful...I'm afraid ..."

Qiao Jun was stunned.

Although Zhang Jueming cried and shouted that the preamble did not make sense, Qiao Jun suddenly understood it.

Qiao Jun's knees were numb when she squatted down, and she was suddenly hugged by Zhang Jueming.Holding this trembling little body, it took her a while to make a sound: "Jaeming is not afraid, not afraid, it's fine."

"Mother……"

Qiao Jun stroked Zhang Jueming's back with one hand, thinking deeply: "You are my child after all, you can't be just an ordinary person."

Later, Zhang Jueming's eyes were swollen from crying, and he refused to eat at the table at night.

Zhang Haolang came back from working overtime at night, and saw that the door of the child's room was closed, and he couldn't knock it open, so he was confused.He asked Qiao Jun, "What's wrong with Jueming? This kid is usually very obedient, why is he still throwing a temper tantrum?"

"It's okay, he went to school on the first day and he's not used to it, so I said something to him when he came back." Qiao Jun replied absent-mindedly.

"What do you think he is doing? He is a child." Zhang Haolang doted on his son and immediately clicked his tongue.

Generally, in the family, one is a bad face and the other is a bad face. When it comes to Zhang Haolang and Qiao Jun, the inertia is that Zhang Haolang is a peacemaker and is willing to dote on the children, while Qiao Jun is more strict.

"I'll go coax him." Zhang Haolang said and went to Zhang Jueming's room again.

"Oh, take a shower and eat something, it's getting late, and it's time for Cassia to go to bed." Qiao Jun stopped Zhang Haolang naturally, "Don't worry, I'll go to his room to accompany him later, Don't go, you are so nagging, you can't stop coaxing, the child will go to school tomorrow morning."

Zhang Haolang: "But I want to see my son..."

"Does it look different tomorrow morning? You send him to school tomorrow morning." Qiao Jun gave Zhang Haolang a push, "Hurry up, the bath water is ready for you."

"Cheng Chengcheng, what my wife says is right." Zhang Haolang laughed, his pretty eyebrows bent down, and he tilted his head and kissed Qiao Jun on the cheek.

"When I'm on weekends off, I'll teach Juming how to play games." Zhang Haolang said as he walked to the bathroom, "Teach him the code again, and he'll be happy."

"Jiaming is only seven years old, and you want to teach him the code? Can he learn it?" Qiao Jun said with a smile.

"Of course, my son is a genius." Zhang Haolang entered the bathroom, and the sound of the faucet came out after a while.

The lights in Zhang Jueming's room were not turned on. He huddled on the bed, leaning his thin back against the head of the bed, and could clearly hear the sound outside with his ears.

When he opened his eyes, it was clearly pitch black, but the furnishings in the room - tables, chairs, lamps, including the group photo on the table - his parents hugged him, and they laughed happily at the entrance of the aquarium.

Zhang Jueming got up from the bed blankly, he didn't understand - when did he become so sharp?

Although he didn't understand, he thought with certainty, "It's not like that with other kids."

He stayed motionless on the bed for an unknown amount of time, but it was very quiet outside, only the sound of footsteps approaching—that was the sound of his mother's footsteps, and Zhang Jueming could hear it unexpectedly.

"Dong dong dong." The door was knocked three times.

Zhang Jueming still curled up and did not move, Qiao Jun opened the door.

There was a "click".Zhang Jueming shivered.

Qiao Jun turned around and closed the door, but did not turn on the light.

She walked over in the darkness, sat down beside Zhang Jueming, reached out and touched Zhang Jueming's head.

"Jade Ming, are you still afraid?" Qiao Jun asked gently.

Zhang Jueming hesitated for a while, shook his head, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

"Mom, I think... I'm a bit strange." Zhang Jueming said in a mosquito-like voice.

"Not surprising. Jueming, it's because..." Qiao Jun patted Zhang Jueming on the shoulder.

Zhang Jueming raised his head and looked at Qiao Jun.

Qiao Jun smiled at him, stood up suddenly, and opened the curtains: "Look out of the window."

Qiao Jun quickly popped a small fireball from her fingertips, and in an instant, a bright red spark burst out on the pitch-black sky!

"This is..." Zhang Jueming's eyes widened, unable to believe it.He jumped up from the bed, pawing at the windowpane with his little hands.

It is not something like fireworks, it is just a single flower, although it is fleeting, but it is a real burning, fiery red brocade flower.

Qiao Jun didn't say anything, just smiled at Zhang Jueming, she bent her fingers and knocked on the window, Zhang Jueming saw a leopard-like splash rolling in the night sky, it was covered in fire, rolled After hitting it, another roll hit the black cloud and disappeared.

"What is that!" Zhang Jueming shouted in surprise.He was somewhat afraid in his heart, but the brilliant fire color was too amazing, and the fire leopard was agile and vigorous—it was like a fantasy dream in childhood.

In the dream, his mother smiled at him, reassuring him, allowing him to show the innocent and beautiful expression of a child again.

Looking at his immature face, Qiao Jun's heart ached sharply.

She grabbed Zhang Jueming's hand and put a small spark into Zhang Jueming's palm.

"Hey!" Zhang Jueming subconsciously withdrew his hand, fearing it would be hot, but he didn't.The little spark is warm and bright in the dark.

"Jaeming, you are different from other children because of your mother's blood." Qiao Jun said, with a gloomy look in her eyes.

"It's just different. It's no big deal, everyone is different." Qiao Jun smiled faintly, "Have you ever seen two people who look the same? Twins are also different, right?"

Zhang Jueming was silent for a moment, the little spark in his hand went out, he nodded: "Well, everyone is indeed different."

Qiao Jun couldn't bear it any longer, and hugged Zhang Jueming gently, "I'm sorry, Jueming, I'm sorry..."

"Why does mom want to apologize?" Zhang Jueming raised his head, he stretched out his hand to scratch Qiao Jun's face, and his hand was wet and hot.

Zhang Jueming paused with his little hand, knowing in his heart that his mother was crying.

Qiao Jun rubbed Zhang Jueming's hair with her chin: "Jaeming, don't tell it, absolutely not. Don't tell anyone, not even Dad, this is a secret between you and Mom, okay? "

"Secret..." Zhang Jueming repeated.

He was born to be a clever child, and he inherited the blood of the mountain ghost, and he was even more shrewd than children of the same age.At this moment, he understood that his mother was not an ordinary mother, and he was not an ordinary child either.Although everyone in the world is different, their "difference" is another kind of "difference".

That is a kind of "different" that is out of place and not liked.Their "difference" is "unusual", and they can't talk about it, and they can't be bumped into, otherwise, he may be scolded.

He has already been called a "liar". ——The little deskmate with a ponytail and tears and nose.

After a long time, Zhang Jueming called Qiao Jun, "Mom."

"Huh?" Qiao Jun responded.

"Can I also emit sparks like my mother?" Qiao Jun didn't expect Zhang Jueming to ask this.

Zhang Jueming: "And that fire leopard, can I make it roll?"

"Yes. In the future... you can do it." Qiao Jun choked up and said.

"Then this secret is actually pretty good." Zhang Jueming smiled, and stretched out his little hand to wipe Qiao Jun's tears, "Mom doesn't cry, I like sparks, fire leopards, and my mother the most."

"Good boy. Good boy..." Qiao Jun hugged Zhang Jueming tightly.What is a mountain ghost, a demon lord?She actually lay on the neck of a child and kept crying.

Qiao Jun was crying and Zhang Jueming fell asleep.

Children are always good at dreaming. Good dreams are better than everything else, and bad dreams are not as bad as imagined.

They are clean, as clean as a pool of clear water. If you throw a flower into it, you can see the flower. If you throw a black stone into it, you can see the black stone.

That spontaneous, unconscious innocence is great enough to love; it is also great enough to hurt.

Zhang Jueming kept the secret with his mother and told himself "Sparks, Red Leopard, Mom", these are all good.

But he is still too young to understand.He still didn't expect that those bad and evil things would stab at him like a sharp sword, stabbing at him.

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The next morning Zhang Haolang sent Zhang Jueming to school, entered the class, the smile on Xiao Caiming's face lasted only half a minute.

"I won't give you my seat, you're a liar!" The ponytail was tied with red flowers today.

The fiery red color stimulated Zhang Jueming's nerves, reminding him of the sparks he saw in the night sky last night.

"Liar!" The chubby man behind the ponytail suddenly threw a stone at Zhang Jueming, "Let you bully Xiaoying, you are a liar!"

Zhang Jueming was hit in the lower abdomen. He held his stomach and looked at the stones on the ground, which had edges and corners.

Zhang Jueming's eyes became sore.

At this time, the teacher came in through the door with a book in hand, and said to Zhang Jueming as he passed the podium: "Zhang Jueming, why don't you sit down? It's time for class."

"Liars are not allowed to enter, how can he have a place to sit!" Little Pang Dun shouted.

There was laughter in the classroom, and the children would whisper.Zhang Jueming's ears are sharp, and he can distinguish all the buzzing noises:

"Liar, you deserve it."

"Xiaoying must be annoying him to death."

"My mother said you can't play with children who lie."

……

Stabbed over, stabbed over.

"Everyone is quiet, what are you doing? Liu Xiaoying, give up your seat to Zhang Jueming," the teacher said.

"Teacher, I don't want to sit with him!" Liu Xiaoying stood up, her ponytail twitching.

Zhang Jueming's eyes were red, he wanted to cover his ears, he didn't want to listen anymore.He clasped the table with his hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, let me in first."

He hurts, he bleeds, but he doesn't mean to be guilty, he also cheats. ——Liu Xiaoying hated him, there was nothing wrong with that.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jueming said again.

When the class was over, the head teacher changed seats for Zhang Jueming. When the teacher asked, no one raised their hands and wanted to sit with Zhang Jueming.

Finally, Zhang Jueming went to the last row by himself and sat in the corner of the classroom, alone.