Chapter 13
The two men walked over while asking other children. As soon as they turned the corner, they saw two children with a big age difference sitting in the corner. One looked about two years old and the other about twelve years old.
As usual, they asked, "Have you seen such a big pigeon?"
Noticing the pigeon trembling with fear in her clothes, Jiaojiao blinked blankly while holding the bottle, and looked up at the two men in front of her.
Because of the light and height, Jiaojiao couldn't see their faces clearly. She just felt that the two people looked dark and a little scary.
Uncle Luo An said that there are bad guys out there who kidnap children. They are dark and tall, and they will lock up the children.
Jiaojiao frowned, looked at the two people in front of her, thought hard for a while, and finally came to a conclusion.
Pigeons are scary. They are bad and kidnap children. They can’t find the pigeons!
After figuring this out, Jiaojiao sucked hard on her belly and even put the bottle in front of it to hide the pigeon. She shook her little head and said softly, "No."
When they saw the confusion in the child's eyes, they turned their gaze away. The child was too young and didn't look like he could understand what they were saying.
Moreover, they had sneaked in. If people outside found out that they had sneaked into the place where the children were hiding, they would chop them both into pieces and throw them directly into the sewer.
The two men shifted their gaze from Jiaojiao to the young boy standing aside, and asked him twice in a stern voice. When they found that the young boy had a straight look in his eyes and did not react at all, they guessed that he might have some problem with his brain.
The pigeon was wounded, and logically the two should have been able to smell blood. Unfortunately, by the time the pigeon had dodged and hidden itself in this place, its wounds had healed and stopped bleeding. Now, aside from the blood on its feathers, there were no other traces of blood in the warehouse.
In addition, the residual bloody smell on the pigeon's wings was somewhat masked by the rich aroma of milk. They had just come in from outside, and their sense of smell was temporarily deceived by the strong smell of blood outside, so that they could not smell the faint smell of blood after entering the warehouse.
The two searched around the nearby shelves and boxes, but found nothing and left in a hurry.
After the two of them left, Jiaojiao's held breath was released, and her stomach, which had been sucking in so hard, returned to its original shape, causing her belly, which originally looked just a little fat, to bulge out immediately.
He took the bottle away from his hand, lifted up his clothes and poked the pigeon lying on his belly: "Let's go, no."
The pigeon lying on Jiaojiao's belly rolled its eyes and pecked his belly.
After Jiaojiao laughed twice, she covered her belly with one hand and pinched the pigeon's pointed mouth with the other, and said seriously, "No, it's itchy."
The pigeon raised its wings and patted Jiaojiao's little hands, and tilted its head to please him.
After rejecting the pigeon several times, Jiaojiao finally stood up with her hands on the ground and her butt sticking out.
It was very difficult for him to stand up from the ground with a fat pigeon in his arms, and his little face turned red.
"Heavy." He poked the pigeon in his arms and said softly.
The pigeon pecked at Jiaojiao's pale and thin hand, silently saying that he was too thin.
Jiaojiao walked out holding the fat pigeon. Maybe the pigeon in his arms was too heavy, so he staggered all the way, just like when he just learned to walk, feeling like he was going to fall at any time.
The young boy behind him squatted on the ground, hugged his knees, and tilted his head to look at his small figure.
I watched the little child stagger out of the door holding the pigeon that didn't look like a pigeon, stand on the street with scattered houses, stand on tiptoe, hold the pigeon high in his hand, and then let it fly away.
The sound of a pigeon flapping its wings could be heard, and the dusk light fell on the pigeon's blood-stained snow-white feathers, as if it were covered with a layer of golden light.
Among the scattered houses, on the quiet streets, the sound of chaos in the distance can be faintly heard, the light of dusk pours down unrestrainedly, and a child standing in the golden light is squatting down to pick up feathers on the ground.
This scene was imprinted in the young boy's deep green eyes. His gaze fell on the blood-stained feather in the child's hand, and a ripple seemed to appear in his dead eyes.
He gently opened and closed his mouth, and a thought flashed through his mind, which was as stagnant as mud.
He was picked up by a kid!
Jiaojiao, who was outside the door, picked up the feather and looked up, only to find that the pigeon was no longer there. He blinked blankly, looked down at the feather in his hand, tilted his head and thought for a while, then put the feather into his pocket and walked back.
Jiaojiao came back and sat in the corner. She picked up the bottle of milk on the ground and held it in her arms.
Seeing this, the young man, whose head had been following Jiaojiao, walked forward and rubbed in front of Jiaojiao. When Jiaojiao looked up at him, he tilted his body and rested his head on Jiaojiao's legs.
"!!!" Jiaojiao, whose entire leg was covered by his head, widened her eyes and reached out to push the head off her leg: "It's so heavy."
The young man, lying on the ground with his hands tucked up on his knees, stared at Jiaojiao with his deep green eyes wide open, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.
Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, met each other. Jiaojiao tilted her head: "Can't you hear what Jiaojiao said?"
The boy still didn't respond, just staring at him blankly.
Jiaojiao, who was staring into his eyes, blinked and moved her feet with difficulty, saying, "Your legs are too short."
Then he patted the head of the boy lying on his lap and said seriously: "Your head is too big, it's crushed by your legs."
The boy still didn't move and even closed his eyes.
Seeing that he closed his eyes and ignored her, Jiaojiao pushed his head again. When that didn't work, she hugged the bottle and pursed her lips angrily.
In the outer city, above the sky, the black flock of winged birds retreated as quickly and suddenly as they had come.
The obscured light cast its shadows down from the sky. People on the tall buildings, who had not yet recovered from the thrill of their life-and-death struggle, stood on the rooftops, staring blankly at the light falling from the sky.
After a long time, the blood-stained faces showed a look of shock at having survived a disaster.
It’s already dusk!
Standing on a tall building, Yin Zheng casually threw away the winged eel spine he was holding as a weapon. Blood flowed down his forehead into his right eye, and murderous intent was still surging in his dark eyes.
The people on the high building who came to their senses cast their eyes towards Yin Zheng intentionally or unintentionally. The fighting posture of this man just now was too terrifying. His madness made people frightened, and they were afraid that he could not distinguish between friend and foe.
As if he noticed someone peeking at him, Yin Zheng turned his head to look. Those who met his gaze were shocked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The man's right face showed cold, sharp features, deep eyes like a cold night, and drops of blood splattered on his face. His buzz cut, combined with his imposing aura, was a testament to his hormonal explosion. However, a scar ran from his brow to his jaw on his left face. His eyes were an inorganic silver, and the blood on his face made the scar even more hideous. Combined with his ferocious aura, he looked like a demon poking his head out.
The huge contrast between the left and right sides of the face is so shocking that I feel like if I look at it any longer, I might be killed by this person.
Seeing their reaction, Yin Zheng withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked down from the tall building.
He did not go back to pick up Jiaojiao immediately. Instead, he found a bathroom to wash off the blood on his body with water. He left some money in an empty store and bought a set of clothes to change into. Then he hurried towards the warehouse.
When Yin Zheng found Jiaojiao, he saw that he was staring at the person lying on his lap with wide eyes and angrily.
Yin Zheng glanced at the person lying on Jiaojiao's legs, and saw that it was the young boy whom he had met once before and who seemed to have some mental problems. He grabbed the back of his collar and threw him away, then picked up Jiaojiao who was sitting on the ground with a sullen look on her face.
As soon as she fell into her father's arms, Jiaojiao rubbed her numb calves, then handed the bottle she had been holding in her arms to Yin Zheng: "Daddy, drink."
Yin Zheng took the bottle and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry." Jiaojiao patted her belly.
Yin Zheng glanced at his stomach and keenly noticed blood on it. He frowned unconsciously, reached out to lift up the blood, looked at it carefully and sniffed it. Only after he found out that it was not human blood did his brows relax.
He held the delicate white hand, rubbed the red mark on the little finger with his thumb, and asked in a low voice, "How did the blood get on it?"
"Pigeon." Jiaojiao spread out her fingers for her father to see, and gestured in the air with her other little hand, telling Yin Zheng what had just happened in a very vivid way with intermittent words.
When Yin Zheng heard that there were two bad guys kidnapping a child, he admitted that his heart skipped a beat, followed by a slight fear.
He lowered his eyes and looked into Jiaojiao's clear and innocent eyes, tightened his arms around her, and felt a little helpless, which was rare.
It seems that he is always unable to put up a high wall around his child, excluding all people and things that are bad and hurtful to him.
"Dad, I'm hungry." Seeing Yin Zheng in a daze, Jiaojiao leaned her little hands on her father's shoulders and rubbed Yin Zheng's chin with her furry hair.
Yin Zheng came back to his senses and pressed his furry head: "I'll take you to eat something delicious."
After saying this, Yin Zheng turned around and walked out with Jiaojiao in his arms.
When making dinner yesterday, Yin Zheng tried several dishes that Luo Andeli had taught him in the morning, but they all failed without exception. In the end, Jiaojiao and he had to drink white porridge.
Although the child had no complaints about drinking plain porridge, Yin Zheng reflected for a long time that night and finally decided to take Jiaojiao out for meals in the future. He must not let the child go without nutrition.
The young boy who was left aside by Yin Zheng lay on the ground for a while. After seeing Jiaojiao and the others walking out, he slowly got up from the ground and followed Yin Zheng, or to be exact, followed Jiaojiao.
Yin Zheng noticed it, glanced back at him, and then looked away.
The young boy was stopped by the bodyguard who hurried back when he walked out of the warehouse.
The young boy did not stop and kept walking forward even after being stopped. The bodyguards did not dare to touch him and just kept trying to stop him. The commander had said that they were here to protect Fang Xingqiao, not to restrict his movements. Everything should be based on the young master's wishes.
"Young Master, someone is coming from Central City, you have to go back."
"Your father has sent someone to pick you up."
The bodyguards tried to persuade him, but they couldn't stop the young master named Fang Xingqiao from moving forward.
Until the bodyguards finally had no choice but to bring out the young master's uncle, the young man suddenly stopped, but his eyes were still staring straight in the direction of Jiaojiao.
Jiaojiao, who was in her father's arms, heard the noise and tilted her head to look. When she found that the boy, who was surrounded by people, was looking at her, she raised her hand and waved, saying softly, "Goodbye."
There was no trace of the unhappiness of having his legs pressed down in his dark, bright eyes.
The young boy continued to stare at Jiaojiao, seemingly not understanding the meaning of his action.
Until Jiaojiao and her father were about to disappear from his sight, he raised his hand stiffly and awkwardly, imitating Jiaojiao's movements and waving, and uttered two vague words that sounded like goodbye in a hoarse voice.
“……!!!”
The bodyguards, shocked by his sudden reaction, froze in unison, staring in amazement at the young master who was still waving in front of them.
The shock in his heart was no less than seeing his comrades running naked in front of the commander. You know, since the incident seven years ago, the young master has never responded to the outside world.
The bodyguards reacted and sent the message to the commander, then turned around and ran to find the two people.
That's the person who can make the young master respond. Just now, the young master wanted to go find him, but was stopped by them.
If their commanders knew about this, they could already foresee the miserable days they would face after returning to the army.
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