Chapter 34 Come In
As the sun sets in the evening, the orange winter sun gradually sets, and the thick white snow on the ground looks like yellow gems under the last bit of cold light.
Occasionally, snow falls from the top of the branches, making a small "creaking" sound.
The snow hit the ground and exploded into several small flowers with a "bang".
Li Ziyue didn't know why he appeared here. He vaguely remembered that he jumped out of the window and fell into a group of zombies. He hadn't used his props completely yet, so he saw a person in the tide of zombies.
Who did you meet?
Every time Li Ziyue thought about this question, his brain felt like it was being torn apart.
He only remembered that after he saw that person, he seemed to be suddenly relieved, and all his strength disappeared and he fell down.
The person who can help him relax his tense nerves must be someone he is very familiar with and trusts.
but……
According to his own understanding, the people he could completely trust... should all be dead.
Li Ziyue shook his head and put the above doubts aside for the time being.
He stood there quietly, holding an ancient bamboo umbrella in one hand.
The strange thing was that even though he was in the snow, he didn't feel cold, but only felt wrapped in warmth.
This gradually calmed him down.
The night gradually swallowed up the dusk, the evening wind quickened, and a layer of soft snowflakes covered the umbrella. At this time, he heard a "crunching" sound of stepping on the snow from the other side. Looking over there, he saw only a long black object moving.
Two minutes later, when the sound of footsteps on the snow got closer, I realized that it was a thin young man.
The young man was dressed strangely, with a layer of red and a layer of purple inside, and a thick dark green long cotton coat outside. All three pieces were tattered, probably picked up from a garbage dump, but he washed them clean.
However, the old cotton coat was so thick that it wrapped him into a ball. The boy could only huddle in the snow and walk slowly. No wonder Li Ziyue couldn't see him before.
The boy's face was buried in several layers of clothes, and Li Ziyue could only see his furry hair. After watching the boy walk for a while, he realized that there was someone following him.
That person was shorter than the one in front, his face was red from the snow and wind, and he looked to be only 13 or 14 years old.
He was dressed normally, but his legs were indeed shorter than the boy in front of him, and he was gradually left behind.
The two walked one after the other until they came to a small, dilapidated house in front of Li Ziyue. Suddenly, the one in front stopped, turned around with difficulty, and shouted to the child behind him, "Don't follow me!"
The child behind stopped instantly, hung his head, and looked aggrieved and regretful as if he had made a mistake.
The young man in front hesitated for a moment, but he still turned around and put his hands on the rusty iron door in front of him.
There was snow piled up next to it, and the iron gate itself was heavy. The boy pushed it twice but failed to make a gap. Li Ziyue was just about to go forward to help, but he saw the little ball behind him running over happily.
Although he was younger, he was much stronger. He reached out his hand and exerted a little force, and the door opened.
The snow on the top of the door fell down instantly due to the movement of the door and hit the little dumpling all over.
The little dumpling pulled his face out of the snow. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but just blinked excitedly at the boy in front of him.
Of course the boy knew what his blinking meant.
[I'm not holding you back, you can take me with you. ]
But he turned his head away embarrassedly, unwilling to admit that he was weaker than the tiny guy in front of him.
Although I was grateful in my heart, my words were hurtful: "I won't let you in."
"You go back."
The little dumpling shrank back and murmured in a hoarse voice: "I have no home."
The young man was startled, then he lowered his voice and replied indifferently: "...It has nothing to do with me."
The boy pushed the little ball to the wall and said, "Stand here and don't move."
The little dumpling lowered his head in a daze, still obediently standing still.
The boy hesitated for a moment, then he walked into the house with difficulty, took out a small piece of hard black bun from the corner of the room, and stuffed it stiffly into the little dumpling's arms.
"have eaten."
The little dumpling nodded seriously. He held the steamed bun in his hand, then leaned against the wall, shrank his body, curled up into a small ball, held the steamed bun in both hands, and nibbled it obediently.
The boy walked slowly into the house, and the cold wind blew his emotionless words: "Eat and leave."
He held a sharp scimitar in his hand, and he did not look back: "If you don't leave, I will kill you."
The tone was firm and didn't sound like a joke.
Even though the boy couldn't see, the little dumpling nodded seriously. He didn't seem to be afraid of the boy's threat.
When it was time to close the door, the boy couldn't push it. Little Dumpling raised his head and was about to help, but he remembered the boy's threat not to move, so he just stayed there with a sad face, anxiously.
Li Ziyue sighed helplessly, not knowing what the two kids in front of him were doing.
Did they have a fight? Not really.
He took the initiative to walk to the corner of the door and said to the boy, "If you don't have enough strength, don't push it hard. Sweep away the snow stuck here first."
Unexpectedly, the boy seemed not to hear him and just concentrated on working hard.
Li Ziyue frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
He called out, "Hey, kid."
The boy still didn't hear.
Strange thing.
No, it was as if nothing had happened that made him think clearly since he had been involved in this situation.
He waved his hand twice in front of the boy, and seeing that he still didn't respond, he immediately understood.
The boy could neither see him nor hear him speak.
but.
Li Ziyue grasped the door handle and applied a little force, and the door closed.
He can touch these.
The door closed miraculously. The boy was dazed for a moment. Seeing the door closed tightly, he was not as happy as Li Ziyue had imagined.
The two children were separated by a door, both in a depressed mood.
Li Ziyue roughly understood what was going on. After searching around in this dilapidated house and finding only a dry biscuit that was not even half the size of the steamed bun, Li Ziyue understood even more.
After the young man drove the little dumpling out, he just stayed at home and felt sad. He was obviously as hungry as a matchstick, but he still shared large pieces of food with the little dumpling.
The typical person who is hard on the outside but soft on the inside, with an awkward personality.
Li Ziyue sighed silently.
The sky gradually darkened, but there was still no movement outside. It seemed that little Dumpling had not left yet.
It’s such a cold day.
Li Ziyue glanced at the young man huddled in the cold corner. Most of his skin was hidden in his clothes, with only his cheeks slightly exposed. They were already red from the cold.
He placed the scimitar at his side, and Li Ziyue saw that the tip of the scimitar had been bent and there was dark red blood on the handle.
Was there a fight before? Whose blood is that?
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The cold wind blew three times and the snowflakes flew.
The door was quietly opened, and with the light that had not yet completely disappeared, Li Ziyue could vaguely see a black mass still quietly huddled against the wall.
If you say this ball is disobedient, he will not move when the boy tells him not to move. If you say this ball is obedient, he will stay in the corner and not leave even when the boy threatens to kill him.
Li Ziyue walked over slowly, wanting to see if Xiaotuanzi was dead, but the moment he walked in, he saw the child's body move twice, and then the child raised his head.
The child is still in the growth stage, and there is still some roundness on his face which has not faded away, but he has already begun to have beautiful features. I think he will have a good appearance when he grows up.
Li Ziyue felt that this face was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"elder brother."
He heard the little girl calling him crisply, blinking her beautiful eyes.
Li Ziyue was stunned: "...Can you see me?"
The little dumpling nodded obediently, and then blinked twice happily.
This habit... is similar to that of someone he knows.
Li Ziyue curled his lips and smiled.
If you can see it, does that mean you can also touch it?
He asked tentatively, "Are you cold?"
The little girl didn't answer at this moment, but just lowered her eyelashes and blinked very slowly.
Blink once and it means "yes".
Li Ziyue could only guess based on that person's habits.
"Put your hand out."
The little dumpling obediently stretched out his two red, frozen paws.
Li Ziyue covered them all with one hand and passed the warmth of his body to them.
He fixed the umbrella to one side and used his other hand to touch the little dumpling's face.
Little Tuanzi's mood obviously improved, and Li Ziyue's eyes gradually became gentle.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He was indeed very suspicious, but as long as the other person called him "brother", he basically couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
All his kindness was left in the title of "brother".
"Stand up." Li Ziyue unbuttoned his coat and stuffed the little girl into his arms. "Where is your home? I'll take you back."
Little Dumpling's mood suddenly dropped. He did not answer the question, but looked in the direction of the house: "He won't want me anymore."
Li Ziyue was stunned.
It’s easiest to guess what children are thinking.
The boy only had two portions of food, but he gave the big piece to the little dumpling without hesitation, which shows that he is a person who is friendly to others but strict with himself.
Now he is just struggling with his thoughts. As time goes by and the nights get colder, the boy will only be more worried about the little dumpling who is still outside. It is only a matter of time before he comes out.
Li Ziyue comforted the sad little one in his arms: "He was hesitant in chasing you away just now. He will come out."
"That kid is actually a very soft-hearted person."
Li Ziyue looked at the little girl in his arms, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, curved into two crescents: "If you like him very much, please wait for him."
"In the meantime, I won't leave you cold."
The little boy was stunned for a full half minute. His little hand unconsciously touched Li Ziyue's cheek and he suddenly grinned.
"Brother, you look like the brother inside."
Li Ziyue was stunned: "...How are they similar?"
The little dumpling just looked at him.
Li Ziyue was about to ask a few more questions when he heard the creaking sound of someone walking in the house. He put the little kid in his arms down, and after a few seconds, he saw someone pushing the door with difficulty again.
This time he learned his lesson and knew to dig out the snow in the corner before pushing.
The boy walked towards Xiaotuanzi with a cold face. It was dim at night and Li Ziyue could only see a small section of the boy's thin chin and tight lips.
A little familiar.
He frowned slightly, still not figuring out where this inexplicable familiarity came from.
The sound of feet stepping on the snow was crunching. The little boy blinked his eyes and stared at the boy who was getting closer and closer to him.
The boy stopped in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and then -
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the bloody scimitar suddenly pressed against the child's neck. The boy half-crouched and spoke as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "I will kill you sooner or later."
The little girl pursed her lips and said nothing.
The young man pinched the child's chin with his cold fingers and lifted it up, narrowing his eyes: "You are very beautiful, you can sell it for a good price in the future."
Li Ziyue's hand that was trying to stop him stopped in mid-air. He drooped his eyebrows slightly, looked at the young man twice, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.
interesting.
The little boy seemed not to understand what people were saying, but he reached out and grabbed the boy's shirt.
The shouts sounded particularly clear in the snowy night.
"elder brother."
Li Ziyue, who was walking away gradually, stopped and tilted his bamboo umbrella slightly. He saw Tuanzi following the boy into the house.
It didn't surprise him.
He felt relieved as early as when the boy put the knife to the little dumpling - he had never seen anyone say harsh words but then strangle someone's throat with the back of a knife.
If they wanted to kill him, they would have done it long ago. If they wanted to sell him, there would be no need to make such a big fuss about it.
In the final analysis, it's still stubbornness.
But who is this boy?
He frowned and thought, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed without him noticing.
It was still a snowy night. The temperature dropped, and the snowflakes fell like goose feathers. Li Ziyue reached out to catch a piece of crystal and watched it slowly melt in his palm.
It's deep winter.
Faintly hearing a low knock on the door from the other side, he raised his head slightly and looked over there -
The thin figure, the still straight spine, the staggering gait, Li Ziyue's brows were furrowed more and more tightly.
It's that young man.
He leaned weakly against a luxuriously decorated villa, his hands, so thin that they seemed to be made up of joints, raised and lowered, and the door made a series of "bang" sounds.
Finally, the door opened a crack, revealing an old man's turbid eyes.
Li Ziyue saw the young man suddenly grab the old man's legs, and then kneel down with a plop.
Li Ziyue stood there in a daze, his bamboo umbrella rolled to the side, and snowflakes stuck to his trembling eyelashes.
"I am willing to sell myself to you..."
The boy's hoarse voice was caught in the howling snow wind.
The tears were like piercing ice knives, cutting Li Ziyue's heart again and again.
"Please give me some money...I want to save him."
"A beautiful child," the old man narrowed his eyes, and he grabbed the boy's black hair with one hand, looking at him as if he were inspecting livestock, "A beautiful child said he wanted to sell himself to me, do you know what this means?"
Li Ziyue's breathing seemed to stop at this moment, his throat choked, his stomach twitched in pain, and uncontrollable hot tears rolled down.
“……” He stretched his hand into the air, as if trying to stop it, and his mouth slightly opened, but no sound came out.
The pain all over his body made it impossible for him to straighten his back.
The wind and snow blurred his vision, and the liquid condensed into an extremely cold solid. The door slowly opened a hole emitting orange light. The boy slowly got up from the ground, grabbed the threshold with one hand, and took a laborious step.
At the moment the door was about to close, he turned his head impatiently and looked outside.
He stared at Li Ziyue over there for a long time.
Eyes filled with tears, nose tip reddened by excitement, eyebrows scratched by the cold, thin lips, and chin tip that is so thin that it is just skin and bones.
That was Li Ziyue, who was only about 17 years old.
"wrong……"
Li Ziyue fell on the snow with only one thought in his mind.
That's not me...I remember...I was 17 years old...I went to school normally...I didn't...
I haven't been to the snow... nor have I...
"Brother, you have a fever."
While he was half conscious, someone was calling him gently.
Then the warmth slowly spread over his body, and he felt someone licking his lower eyelid, which was stained with tears.
The salty, cold tears were kissed away patiently.
The nightmare before my eyes was once again locked in the prison of memory.
He didn't remember again.
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