Chapter 143 Chapter 143 [VIP]

Megan wanted to go out and play, so the next day after returning to the building, she started exploring the outside world with great interest.

The places she wanted to go were getting farther and farther away. She could no longer just run there with her short legs as before. Instead, she had to take the subway first and then walk slowly. However, she was still aimless and just went wherever she wanted.

Having gotten out of the car, Megan looked around and found that this area was probably one she had never been to. There were no modern high-rise buildings or Gothic buildings here, but there were only old residential buildings with mottled walls. She walked and looked along the street and saw that some of the first floors were used as stores in the past, but the signs had long been dilapidated and dim, and at first glance it looked unpopular.

Even when Megan was walking on the street, she saw few people. After looking at the buildings, she looked up at the end of the long street, which was connected to the sky. Against the blue background, the stacked clouds were light and heavy. Then she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from behind her, blowing her fluffy curls forward.

"Wow--" She made meaningless sounds, just like when she was a child, but now it only happened occasionally.

Suddenly, she took off, chasing the wind. Wherever it went, she wanted to go too. If Megan loved reading, she loved playing outside even more. She started at a normal pace, then sprinted and trotted. As the wind behind her grew stronger, its whimpering sound taking over, she ran faster and faster. Because of this reasonless, meaningless activity, her eyes grew brighter, revealing a vibrant energy.

Megan wanted to go to the same place as Feng. She ran for a while and rested for a while, but she was not stubborn. Her attention would be attracted by other things on the way. When Killer Croc took her out before, he introduced her to the shabby vending machine on the roadside. She had learned how to use it, but she still remembered the big tin box lying on the roadside, and now she saw several more of it.

She climbed onto the fallen vending machine and sat there for a while, her eyes blank and aimless, as if she was in a daze. After a long time, she took a step forward, picked up a wooden stick from the green belt on the side of the road, and waved it in her hand.

The wooden stick is also fun. Megan used it to hit the barren grass in someone else's house. It did not wither even in winter, and even grew dense weeds. When she swung it hard, some fragile grass leaves flew out, and some other small debris hit Megan's face.

The child said unhappily: "Pooh." Apparently something fell into her mouth. She was so happy when she was hitting the grass leaves that she didn't think that there would be more debris attacking her.

Someone had watched her play as she entered the area. He hadn't expected to see her again, but she still looked a bit mentally challenged. It was clear her autism was so severe in the past that she still had a childlike innocence, unlike other children her age. She was too naive and clumsy.

Megan didn't know someone was watching her secretly. She didn't go to Richard's club until nine or ten every morning. She ate the nutritious meal prepared by the martial arts master at noon, and then the time after one in the afternoon was all hers...

However, before Megan left that day, she said to Richard, "It seems like she's at school." She was still a little puzzled.

Richard smiled when he heard that. "Then swing your fist." Seeing Megan do as he was told, her momentum was very strong. Even if she didn't have any actual power, at least she looked decent and had the most basic form. He continued, "But you have gained something. You like it too, right?"

Megan smiled slightly, "Yeah! I like it."

Megan had been studying with him for over six months, and Richard had witnessed her progress and transformation firsthand. Regardless of the Joker's ulterior motives, there was no doubt he was making the child better. She was a bit shy at first, cautious and fearful, yet unable to resist exploring the outside world. Even then, some of her true nature had already been revealed, and that temper hadn't been tempered, but had actually intensified. This was a good thing.

Richard smiled comfortingly under his beard, and asked with concern, "What have you been doing recently?" He is a good teacher and often chats with Megan after class, but it is not annoying.

He knew that Megan was a little afraid of the cold, so before every class in winter, he would turn on the air conditioner in the practice room in advance. Otherwise, she would rather wrap herself up thickly and have difficulty moving than change into her practice clothes. She was a bit stubborn and would find the air conditioner remote control panel by herself. As for when the air conditioner was installed in the practice room, of course it was when the temperature dropped and Megan felt the cold for the first time. She said, "Richard, air conditioner, if you don't install it, let my dad install it."

Richard himself doesn't need air conditioning, but since the student has made a request, he will of course meet it. However, he believes that Megan's current physique should not be too afraid of the cold. She has practiced Tai Chi, learned abdominal breathing and meditation, and her meridians are more unobstructed. She should not be as afraid of the cold as before, but she still has this problem, which can only be due to psychological reasons.

People's mental problems are often transmitted to the body and manifested in the body, just like somatoform disorder. The patient's subjective perception will greatly affect the body, usually manifesting as pain and other symptoms, leading to repeated hypochondriasis, but no actual problems can be found in the examination.

He thought Megan was a little anxious, but he didn't know the source of her anxiety. He continued to talk to her normally, maybe he could get some information from it. If not, it would at least relieve the child's psychological pressure a little.

"Well," Megan had stood up, but because Richard was talking to her, she sat back down. She thought for a moment and asked, "It's winter now. When will it snow?"

Although she was a little afraid of the cold, Megan wanted to see the arrival of snowflakes, so she tried to find some traces of snow outside. But if that was really the reason, she should have checked the weather forecast every day before deciding whether to go out and play. So in fact, she couldn't find out why she had to play outside, but this matter didn't need a reason.

But when asked what she had done, Megan spoke again, "It's not fun in the small building. It's too warm. The cat doesn't come to me. It goes out to chase the wind. It's cold." She spoke strangely because she wanted to be strange.

Sometimes when Megan watches TV, such as talk shows and comedy theaters, the people in them speak in a very strange way, with logic that she can't understand. As a child, she tries to understand but fails, and thinks about it over and over again but to no avail - they speak even stranger than her father.

Richard tried to understand and finally asked, "I guess you found a new toy?" He lowered his head and looked at the child opposite him, and saw her eyes narrow a little.

"Little stick!"

Only at this age did she find the little wooden stick fun, like a knight with weapons in a palace stage play. Perhaps she should have a suit of armor, a white horse, and a long sword on her waist so that she could set off in a heroic manner. However, the reality was that the little bear felt her hands were cold, and the little wooden stick flew out uncontrollably after waving it in her hand for a while. She chased after it to pick it up, looking around as she walked, trying to pick up a better stick that was more handy.

Richard looked at her little appearance, but finally did not ask her whether she wanted to learn to use the long stick... The long stick could easily hit the person holding it if it slipped out of hand.

After she finished speaking, Megan said goodbye to him and left, continuing to go to that remote and deserted place. Today she was wearing a hood and holding a wooden stick in the ground. She felt that she might be like a wizard in a fairy tale.

With her mind full of wild thoughts, Megan suddenly tilted her head and saw an abandoned construction site not far ahead. She was immediately curious and walked past the deserted land where the weeds were withered and bent. She stood downstairs and tried to climb up. There were stairs on the first and second floors. Although there were no guardrails, the concrete steps were still intact, but there were a lot of broken bricks and debris. She had to be careful not to trip when walking.

The wind got stronger as we got higher up the stairs, and there were no stairs further up the stairs. There was only tall and dangerous-looking external scaffolding on the outside of the building, covered with a layer of gauze on the outside.

Megan walked to the edge of the floor and took a look. She was eager to try and climb the dangerous steel frame in front of her because she saw that there was a place for people to climb and walk on the steel frame. She mustered up the courage to do it, threw away the useless wooden stick in her hand, reached out to grab a steel pipe, and her hands were a little cold. She withdrew her hands, blew on her palms several times, and rubbed them.

But she refused to give up. She said if she wanted to go out and play, then go ahead. She pulled the long sleeves of her coat outwards, wrapped her hands with them, and then went to pull at the steel pipe. She grabbed it and shook it hard. She couldn't shake the steel frame, which proved that the thing was not loose and would not be dangerous.

She pulled back her hood and tried to look upwards, thinking she saw a streamer, but it retreated when the wind died down.

But there was nothing dangerous up there, so Megan no longer hesitated. She stepped onto the wire mesh on the steel frame in front of her and reached out to touch the outer mesh... There was no special feeling, only a hand full of dirty dust. She walked back and forth on this steel frame, and after making sure there was no big problem, she tried to climb up.

There are straight ladders between the multiple steel frames, and the spacing is a bit large because they are for adults. Of course, they are not considered for minors who are bold enough to go to the construction site. Megan has to be careful and laborious to climb up.

There was no problem climbing to the second level of the steel frame, but there was no wire mesh here. She could only stand or sit on the round steel pipes, climbing and resting like this. But she was not afraid and wanted to continue climbing.

She saw a layer of wire mesh on top, from which she could go back into the building. However, if she wanted to come down, she could only climb the external scaffolding because there were no stairs inside the building. But she was still ignorant and fearless!

Megan stood on two side-by-side steel pipes and looked down, "Wow, it's so high." If she fell down.

If you fall down.

She would feel a strong wind and then a pain in her chest. She didn't know where all the thoughts came from, all crowded in her mind, surging and stirring, and still flowing out.

After a while, Megan regained her composure and continued to climb. She was very serious and focused, and because climbing was inconvenient, she had already pulled the sleeves back on her hands. She felt that she could reach her destination, and the distance was getting closer and closer, but suddenly she felt a pain in her hand -

Her left hand grabbed something very sharp, which cut her palm. She couldn't help but pull her hand back. Maybe a blood vessel was injured. Bright red blood flowed very quickly. Before she could withdraw her hand, blood fell on her face and even splashed into her eyes.

Megan was stunned for a moment, and because she pulled her hand back so violently, her body could no longer keep steady. No matter how hard she tried to grab the things around her, she fell backwards uncontrollably. She had only fallen a short distance when her arm hit the protruding steel pipe. Her thick clothes were torn, and it seemed that half of her body was numb.

Before she could react, a figure rushed out from the building, hugged her and grabbed the steel frame with one hand, stabilizing his fall before he even fell a few centimeters.

The author has something to say:

It would be more interesting if there were some surprises (getting beaten)