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When Wen Shiyu was eleven years old, he was taken into the Wen family.
At that time, the Wen family¡¯s wife was still alive, and no first wife would like her husband¡¯s illegitimate son. He was a superfluous and unpleasant existence in that family. There was no place for him at the New Year's Eve dinner, and no adult would remember that there was an unwanted child living in the basement.
The light in the basement had been broken for a long time and no one came to fix it. Suddenly, light came in.
When I was sitting in front of the window, I turned around and looked at the light.
The girl walked down the stairs carrying an exquisite lotus lantern. Today is New Year's Eve. She was wearing a beautiful red skirt and warm furry boots. . .
"Little uncle."
She called him uncle.
¡°New Year¡¯s Eve dinner is ready.¡±
Her name is Tanxi, and her baby name is Yaoyao.
She was the little princess that her aunt and grandmother held in their hands, but her mother, Ms. Wen Zhaofang, didn't like her. The worst thing happened was that she lost her.
Wen Zhaofang didn¡¯t go looking for her until late at night.
"èÃèÃ."
"èÃèÃ."
He followed the adults out to look for her.
"èÃèÃ."
There are no street lights in the deep alley, only the dim moonlight. A dirty hand stretches out from the trash can: "Little uncle"
She hid in the trash can.
He ran over and took her out: "Who threw you here? Is it your mother?"
She shook her head. The scarf embroidered with Clivia was stained with a lot of dust. She didn¡¯t know how long she had been crying in the trash can, and her eyes were red and swollen.
"The brother who was begging on the street was caught by the adults. Those people kept beating him." She grabbed his clothes and cried, "My brother asked me to hide here and wait for him. Uncle, help me look for him." He, look for that brother."
They didn¡¯t find the kidnapped boy, and they didn¡¯t know the boy¡¯s name was Rong Li. His legs had been broken, his bones had been worn away, and he lay paralyzed in the dark garbage dump, lingering and counting the nights.
*****
"Mrs."
"Mrs."
Mrs. Wen put on her clothes and opened the door: "What's the matter?"
The servant at home said: "The second young master has a fever."
"Second Young Master?"
The servant immediately changed his words: "I'm sorry, madam, I'm stupid, it's that bastard in the basement, he has a fever."
In this family, even a servant can treat the child poorly, because Wen Hong turned a blind eye.
Mrs. Wen went to the basement, opened the door, and felt a musty smell. It's winter now, and the moisture is returning in the basement. Next to it is the wine cellar, and the temperature is very low.
The half-grown boy wrapped himself in a thick, damp quilt and remained motionless, as if he was dead.
Mrs. Wen is a noble and beautiful woman. Even when she goes to the basement of her home, she wears high heels and an expensive cloak.
She pinched the boy's face, which looked very much like the vixen who sang in the opera.
She pinched him hard, causing red marks on his pale cheeks: "He is so poor, just like your mother."
Wen Hong is not at home.
No one cares, no one cares whether the child in the basement will die. Maybe even if Wen Hong is at home, there will be no difference.
In a daze, someone called him.
"Little uncle."
"Little uncle."
She is here, and the person who can save him is here.
He opened his eyes: "Yao Yao," the sweat on his forehead rolled down and merged with the tears in the corners of his eyes. He tried to open his eyes, but he still couldn't see the girl's face clearly, "I just saw my mother. She came to pick her up." I."
That year, Xu Tanxi was nine years old.
She put her hand on his forehead: "She didn't come, don't leave, she was just dreaming."
Are you dreaming? Is this a dream now?
He grabbed her hand hard, hard.
She put the medicine bottle into his hand: "This is an antipyretic medicine, take one pill a day."
¡°She was there every time he was helpless, when he was beaten by Mrs. Wen, when he was frozen to the point of breathing, when he was thrown to the grave of his biological mother.
Later, Mrs. Wen died of illness, and he was "evilly" happy for a long time. He moved out of the basement and became the second son of the Wen family.
She doesn¡¯t come to Wen¡¯s house often because she doesn¡¯t have a good relationship with her mother. When summer vacation was about to come, her aunt took her herebsp;"Come on, let's eat fish together."
¡°I¡¯ve already gone off the grain.¡±
¡°Even if you¡¯ve been inedged, you¡¯re still a cat. How can a cat not eat fish?¡±
The person on the hospital bed was sweating profusely, calling him Xiaobai for a while, Tangguang for a while, and Yaoyao for a while.
In the dream, she responded to him.
"Hongye."
"Xiao Hei."
"Little uncle."
""
In the past life and this life, the past life was not clouds, but hot knives, scratching his eyes, gouging out his heart, tearing him apart piece by piece, which were obviously his bones, his blood, and his flesh, but they were pieced together. That's how she looks.
He reached out to touch her, but found that his hand turned into a wisp of smoke.
"Hongye."
"Xiao Hei."
"Little uncle."
""
"It's time to meet."
"It's time to meet."
Wen Shiyu opened his eyes suddenly, opened his mouth, and took a big breath.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Qingci asked anxiously, "Did you dream?"
He calmed down, and the turbulence in his eyes calmed down again: "Why are you here? When did you come?"
It¡¯s already nine o¡¯clock, and she¡¯s been here for an hour.
"I'll call the doctor."
Wen Shiyu grabbed her and said, "Celadon, please go back."
"It doesn't matter, I don't have work tomorrow."
He shook his head: "Go back."
Zhou Qingci understood: "Okay." She went to pour a glass of warm water and put it on the bedside cabinet, "Take care of yourself."
"Um."
she left.
Deep feelings are the most hurtful. If not, it would be better if she is not affectionate. She could have been a ray of free and unrestrained wind, free and easy. Why draw a prison and go around in it? She is finished and can't get out.
The agent was waiting for her in the corridor: "Celadon, forget it, don't like him anymore."
She smiled. She couldn¡¯t be cool anymore, but she could pretend to be cool: ¡°Okay, I don¡¯t like him anymore.¡±
When she turned around, she could still hear the sounds in the ward.
"èÃèÃ."
"Nothing."
¡°I haven¡¯t contacted you for a long time, and I miss you a little.¡±
"I've been very busy recently. I'll go back to Nancheng when Jiusi turns one year old."
The author¡¯s digression:
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