Qian Xingxing propped himself up, but his weak legs caused him to stumble twice and fall into a pool of blood on the ground, his face immediately covered with the still warm blood.
The pungent smell of rust invaded his entire nasal cavity. He hurriedly wiped the blood from his eyelids to allow himself to "see the light again."
"Huh!" The first time he saw the light again, he saw the girl's face. Half of it had turned pure black, and the remaining half finally froze on the old face.
She is smiling.
But why is she still laughing? She is already dead...
Qian Xingxing tried to stand up with shaking hands. He was not mistaken, the corpse was smiling, and its eyes were rolling and looking at him.
The densely packed heads on the ceiling already had an entire upper body.
He couldn't delay any longer. Since his legs were too weak to stand up, he had to crawl. This speed was not too slow.
The kitchen door was not closed when he came in, but was only half-closed, which made it convenient for him to reach out and open the door.
As soon as the door opened, the light from the kitchen slipped out of the door. He saw his shadow fall in front of him, and then the shadow actually moved by itself!
Qian Xingxing's eyes widened. Was his shadow waving at him?!
All of this was beyond his understanding of the world, and at this moment he finally realized the absurdity, whether it was the person on the ceiling, the moving corpse, or the shadow waving at him.
Suddenly, he felt his hands gripping the floor tighten. He looked down and saw a pair of black hands reaching out from his black shadow, interlocking their fingers with his!
And with the appearance of these hands, it seemed that a whole person was about to emerge from his shadow!
Qian Xingxing woke up almost at this time. He was gasping for breath and looked at Minghui's face. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then he hurriedly got out of bed.
It was just getting light outside, the sun hadn't even set yet, and the house was completely silent.
"Why did you wake up so quickly?" Although Qian Xingxing slowed down his movements, Minghui was sleeping in the same bed with him after all, so he could still feel some movement, so he woke up quickly.
"I had a nightmare." Qian Xingxing exhaled the foul air in his chest. "Are you okay with your injury?"
Minghui nodded: "As long as you don't make any big moves, there should be no problem."
"Yeah." Qian Xingxing nodded, "I'll go see if they're awake."
Minghui watched him open the door and walk out, feeling that he seemed to be preoccupied. But they weren't that familiar with each other yet, so he didn't ask any further questions.
Qian Xingxing closed the door. Minghui moved gently, climbed up from the bed, and got out of bed carefully.
He also wanted to go out, but the slight movement in the house caught his attention.
Minghui looked over and saw a small face. Who else could it be but Xiaoyi?
He wrapped himself in the quilt, curled up into a bulging ball, with only his little face exposed, and he was shivering all over.
"Xiao Yi? What's wrong?" Minghui immediately remembered the child's name and quickly walked to his bedside.
Xiao Yi slept on the upper bunk because he gave up his bed to them. So if Minghui remembered correctly, there should have been another child sleeping in the bed, but he didn't see it at the time, perhaps because Xiao Yi blocked his view.
"Dead." Tears rolled down Xiao Yi's eyes. He looked straight at Ming Hui and choked out his voice, "She's dead."
"Who?" Minghui didn't understand at first, until Xiaoyi reached out a hand and pulled the quilt open a little, revealing another child in his arms.
The little black head rested on Xiao Yi's thin chest, with its eyes closed. It looked like it was completely asleep, and the word death could not be associated with it at all.
But looking at Xiaoyi's expression, Minghui finally reached out and touched the child's cheek.
Cold.
Xiaoyi's tears fell on the back of Minghui's hand, and they were warm.
Minghui took a deep breath and said to him, "Give her to me."
On the second day after they arrived at the orphanage, a child died.
The director's mother knelt on the ground and cried until she lost her voice. Nan Peng comforted her and exchanged a glance with Zi Bai, who looked up and down and was thinking quietly.
They have not forgotten what they saw last night, especially after waking up today and finding that they had lost some memory in the second half of the night, they became even more suspicious of the director's mother's strange behavior last night.
Not to mention that a child died today.
Nan Peng's intuition told him that the child's death must have something to do with the dean's mother and the things in the room.
The children huddled together in silence, their faces devoid of joy or sorrow. They each rubbed their hands, remaining silent. Even Xiao Yi, who had been crying inside the house earlier, had a blank expression when Minghui looked at him.
"Don't be too sad, let's bury her properly. There are other children here." Minghui comforted her. The director's mother nodded, wiped her tears and stood up.
She spoke with a heavy nasal voice: "This child has a miserable life. She was left at the gate of the yard in the snow. I called her Xiaoxue..."
As she was talking, she was about to cry again, and Minghui quickly turned to ask her how she was going to bury Xiaoxue.
"I'll call the funeral home..." The director's mother sniffed, "Please take the children out for a while. I'll tidy up Xiaoxue and take her to a cooler place."
"good."
Several people took the other children to the yard, but today, even when they were in the yard, they didn't look happy at all.
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