[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

"You.. are you okay?"

Opening the cocoon of memory, looking for the first touch of whiteness in life, the morning light is faint, it is the childish soft words shining with crystal light, I can't see the face clearly, only the gentleness of the weeping willow brushing the face, lingering in my ears.

"You...you wait, I'll call someone!"

The soft voice sounded again, it was not a hallucination.He was leaning against the wall, panting weakly, his eyes were illusory and hazy.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there!"

It was a mass of pink, with short limbs, and its face could not be seen clearly, like a round ball.He didn't know what happened to him, but he was sure that the woman was not there. When someone finally found him, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the person in front of him tightly.

Taking a deep breath, Yiqiu turned around, startled by the sudden force on his arm.

She came out to play with her sister and Minglou, but she was mischievous, lost her way, and turned into an alley.There was no one in this alley, and the gate was not locked firmly, leaving a big gap. She was curious, so she looked inside, but in the end, she saw a person who looked like dry wood.

She didn't realize it just now, but now, her son, she suddenly realized that this person...maybe...

"You are Ah Cheng!"

The sudden raised voice actually made him flinch, his eyes were clouded with bloodstains all over his body, he panted heavily, he didn't say anything, he didn't look at Yiqiu, he just held the half-palm-wide door crack with one hand firmly , trying to reach out, one hand, tightly grasping Yiqiu, with great strength, completely inconsistent with his embarrassment and weakness.

Really Ah Cheng...Yiqiu blinked, and suddenly gained strength.

"You wait, I'm going to call someone now!"

A little girl like her can't open the big lock, and this is the Ming family's territory, so she can't do it here, but it's easy, Minglou and Wang Manchun are outside, she just needs to run out and get them Just call it over.

Just as he turned around, there was a sudden pull on his arm, and Yi Qiuban fell on the door panel.

With a bang, Yiqiu covered his head and yelled, "Hey! What are you doing!"

Her deer eyes widened, and there was a glint of water inside. She glared at the person inside, but saw the person's bleeding hand pinched by the force just now.

It doesn't look like a human hand, it has no flesh color, it's pitch black mixed with blood, extremely thin, with protruding knuckles and distinct bones, like some animal.

He stretched out his hand from the crack of the door, tightly grasping her clothes, even though he was caught in the door, he did not let go.Looking through the crack of the door, the people inside didn't look at her, they just stuck to the door panel with their heads tied, their bodies were torn and stinky.

Yiqiu was a little flustered, she raised her head, looked at the person suspected to be "Ming Cheng" inside, and suddenly became uncertain: "I'm going to find someone to save you, don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."

As if coaxing a child who couldn't understand, she spoke carefully and slowly, word by word.While speaking, she stroked the back of the man's hand with the other hand, and pushed it down gently.

Not as she wished, he shrank first, then raised his hand and grabbed her firmly.Yiqiu was startled, and then trembled with fear from the temperature of the man's palm.

"You're running a fever..." She murmured, subconsciously put her hand in through the crack of the door, and pressed it to her forehead. The temperature was frightening, confirming her guess.

It's just that she didn't expect that the child inside was silent when she touched him, and then began to struggle violently, slamming against the door panel fiercely.

The old door slammed outwards, but Yiqiu's hand didn't have time to pull it open. The slender wrist was being clamped, and the jagged wooden thorns on the edge of the door were firmly embedded in the skin, and she burst out in pain. Tears, I stepped back hard, but was pulled back by the people inside.

The door frame sliced ​​through her wrist like a saw knife.Blood, like fine water, flowed down her trembling arm.

I go!Yiqiu cursed in a low voice, looked up, but couldn't utter a single word.

Her wrist was still clamped inside, trembling with pain.The person inside who was silent like a stake began to move. He raised his head, glanced timidly in Yiqiu's direction, and moved back bit by bit like a turtle.

Looking at each other for a split second, Yiqiu was startled by the panic and panic inside.Following his movements, her hand was also pulled in, and the wooden spikes on the edge of the door also went deeper.

It can't be reached without listening, but this is not the worst, there is a sudden conversation in the direction of the entrance of the alley.

Yiqiu turned his head abruptly, and the people inside were also terrified, and shrank in even harder, curled up in a corner, shivering.And he finally let go of Yiqiu's hand.

The people inside were dressed in sackcloth, with bloodstains all over their bodies, some were new, some had scabs, and some were festered and dripping with water.There is no complete part of his body, either dense or sparse, all scars.

He didn't call for help, didn't make a sound, maybe it was because he had done it before, but what he got in return was more brutal treatment, or maybe, he had no strength left.

"help me"

An imperceptible voice, no crying, very dry, hoarse, hesitant.Yiqiu looked at him and saw a line of tears rolling down his dark face, he looked at her emptyly, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to her.

Yiqiu stared at him in a daze, his face turned cold, and actually shed tears.

The noise at the entrance of the alley was getting louder, her hand was still stuck in the crack of the door and she couldn't get it out. Yiqiu looked at the entrance of the alley, then at the people inside, and gritted her teeth.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, ignored the wooden thorns on the door frame, and pulled his hand out vigorously.Covering the long bleeding wound, Yiqiu knelt on the ground, took a look inside, then turned around and ran out of the house, from the other side of the alley.

He curled up in the corner, watching the powder dumpling leave, watching the woman come back, watching the woman raise the stick at him again.

Consciousness gradually dimmed, whether it was pain or sadness, there was only the soft voice in my ears, whether it was a dream or fantasy: "Wait a minute, I'll be right there!"

When I opened my eyes again, what caught my eyes was no longer the airtight and airtight tile-roofed house.The white walls, the cool air, the orange eyes, and the pungent but delightful smell from the nose.

If this is not the world, it is heaven.

"You're awake..."

With a low male voice, he turned his head dully, only to see a handsome man.He had never met anyone, and since he left the orphanage, he had only dealt with that woman. Seeing strangers now, he felt like a lifetime away.

"Don't be afraid, you're fine."

There was another female voice, and a girl wearing a hemp whip entered the room.She walked to the hospital bed and stroked his forehead: "Well, the fever has subsided, that's great."

Despite her gentle voice and friendly face, he subconsciously shrank into the quilt.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled casually, and patted his head once and for all: "I am Ming Jing, this is my younger brother Ming Lou, you are in the hospital now, you are safe, you will be fine."

Mingjing...Minglou, he has an impression of these two people, that woman works in the Ming family.He didn't speak, still curled up under the quilt, not daring to look away, but timidly looked at Mingjing and Minglou.

Minglou and Mingjing looked at each other, with helplessness and distress in their eyes.Ming Jing continued to gently pat the poor child lying on the hospital bed, and repeated the sentence softly: "It's all right, it's all right now."

He lay on the bed, feeling the warmth from his head, inexplicably sour and mixed with a little joy.He didn't have a mother, and later he had a mother, but it was better not to have one.But now, he vaguely remembered his emotions when he was adopted by that woman and learned that he would have a mother.

Slowly, he calmed down and looked at the Ming family siblings quietly.

Ming Jing looked into his eyes and said kindly: "Son, you will live in my Ming family from now on. What's your name?"

Her voice was very soft, with a strong sense of comfort. He was no stranger to it, because that's what the fan dumpling said to him at the time.He blinked, looked at Ming Jing, then at A Cheng, and thought of that pink ball for no reason.

"Ah... Cheng..." He heard himself say this.

"Ah Cheng?" Minglou looked at him, smiling gently: "Cheng is a gentleman's heart, a good name."

Lying on the bed, listening to Minglou's praise, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, so he smiled at his siblings, very weak and young, but finally he looked like a child.

Looking at such a child, Ming Jing felt even more distressed: "From now on, your surname is Ming and Cheng, and you will be the younger brother of me and your elder brother Ming. How about you, Cheng?"

younger brother?He was a little stunned and couldn't react.But, remembering that pink boy pointing at him with joy and saying that he was Ah-Cheng, he also put aside the others.

"A-Cheng...I'm A-Cheng..."

Lying on the hospital bed, Mingcheng repeated the name, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.