Chapter 13 Memories 1

"Uncle Li, stop the car."

"Yes, Master."

Uncle Li didn't know why the young master wanted to stop the car, but they had to obey the master's order, so he slowed down without hesitation.

When the car stopped, Bu Qianli picked up her backpack, opened the door and walked out, "Uncle Li, you drive to grandma's house first, I'll be back later."

After saying that, he got off the car and ran straight towards the group of children.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Bu Qianli stopped their attempts to pull and bully the boy, picked up the weak boy who had fallen to the ground, protected him behind him, and said angrily with a cold face.

The group of children looked at the boy who suddenly appeared in front of them. He was wearing beautiful clothes that were obviously different from theirs. He was taller and more handsome than them, and he looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.

Under the boy's cold gaze, they looked around, their hearts beating fast, as if they couldn't win, and they immediately hesitated whether to retreat and run back home.

Finally, the slightly stronger kid in the lead mustered up the courage to ask, "Who... who are you?"

Bu Qianli could feel the child trembling behind him and couldn't help but sneer, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is why you bully him? This is against the law."

The tall boy shouted in a loud voice, "We didn't hit him. He fell down accidentally. It has nothing to do with... us."

Bu Qianli saw what happened in the car, and when he saw that they still didn't admit their mistakes, he became even angrier. "I have surveillance cameras in my car, and I have recorded the whole process. Are you still afraid to admit it?"

When these boys heard about surveillance, even though they didn't understand what it meant, they could feel that it was something unfriendly to them.

At this time they also began to get scared. For a moment they dared not speak anymore. Instead, they lowered their heads and huddled together, shrinking timidly like a group of ostriches.

Seeing them like this, Bu Qianli stopped talking to them and turned to face the boy whom he had been protecting behind his back.

"How old are you...?"

Bu Qianli felt that the child was only 7 or 8 years old, because the child looked thin and small, with a palm-sized face and a pale complexion. However, his eyes were quite energetic and were staring at him intently.

The boy stared at the tall and handsome boy's mouth opening and closing for a moment before answering stupidly, "11 years old."

"...You don't look like you're eleven years old." Bu Qianli was a little shocked when he heard him say eleven years old, and then asked, "Why did they push you?"

“They said I was…deaf and wouldn’t let me play with them,” the boy whispered.

"Deaf? What does that mean?" Bu Qianli was puzzled. Why would someone call someone deaf for no reason? Are all the kids here so naughty?

"My left ear is injured and I can't hear." The boy raised his hand and pinched his left ear, answering seriously.

“…Then…why can you hear me talking?” Bu Qianli noticed that he had been speaking to the boy’s left ear and asked in confusion.

"I can read lips."

After hearing his words, Bu Qianli realized that the boy had been looking at him and was reading his lips.

No wonder he answered so slowly. He thought the boy was a slow-tempered child, but it turned out he wasn't.

"Big brother, it's getting late. My mother saw that I'm not at home and is coming out to look for me. I'll go back first." The boy looked at the sky, noticed that it was getting dark, and spoke.

"Wait a minute."

Bu Qianli pulled the boy and turned to the children who were huddled aside and said, "Your teachers should have taught you to apologize when you do something wrong. Do you know what to do now?"

"S-sorry."

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, Xiaodong."

Several people looked at each other, and then under the pressure of Bu Qianli's gaze, they stammered and apologized, not caring whether others could hear them or not. After that, they ran away, fearing that Bu Qianli would catch up with them.

Seeing that they all ran away, Bu Qianli no longer paid any attention to them. He bent down and picked up the boy. "What's your name? Are you injured when you fell just now? Do you want me to take you to see a doctor?"

The boy seemed to have never been hugged by a stranger before. He was at a loss as to where to put the baby. He shook his head and said, "My name is Xiaodong. I'm not injured. I don't need to see a doctor."

The boy's full name was Chidong, but he only said the nickname his family often called him.

Bu Qianli felt that the child in his arms didn't look like an eleven-year-old at all. His height didn't even seem to reach his waist, and he was too light. He felt weightless in his arms.

"The Lean solar term is late, and there is snow in the deep winter. What a good name."

When Bu Qianli heard the name, he thought of a poem, a Song Dynasty poem that contained the words "auspicious snow heralds a good harvest."

Little Chidong shook his head and explained, "My mother said that I was born in winter, so my grandmother just called me Xiaodong."

Bu Qianli nodded, "So that's the case. But Xiaodong also means that good things will eventually come. It's a nice name."

"Come on, I'll take you home. If you go back alone, I'm afraid those kids will bully you again."

Little Chidong blinked, lowered his head and whispered: "...No, they just...don't like me. I won't play with them anymore. Thank you, big brother."

Bu Qianli frowned slightly, "They don't let you play with them just because you can't hear in your left ear?"

Little Chidong nodded, a hint of a smile on his pale face, "It's okay, big brother, I can play by myself."

Bu Qianli looked at his pitiful appearance, sighed, and shook his head in his heart. It seemed that he needed to change his character that was so easily bullied, otherwise it would be difficult for him to grow up in the future.

"Where is your home? Point it out."

Xiao Chidong pointed to the path on the far right and said, "Go in here and go straight to the second to last building and you'll find my home."

The houses in the village were densely packed, and the roads were not as smooth as those outside. One would encounter many poultry while walking on the path. Halfway through the journey, Bu Qianli hugged him and dodged an old ox that was heading straight for them.

Because the path was narrow and the old ox appeared suddenly, Bu Qianli, holding the person, was unable to dodge in time and lightly touched the edge of the wall, scratching the skin on the back of his hand. However, to him, this minor injury was not worth mentioning.

But what he didn't expect was that when little Chidong, who was in his arms, saw that he was injured, she refused to let him carry her any longer and insisted on walking alone.

Seeing this, Bu Qianli no longer insisted, so he let go of his hand and gently put him to the ground, letting him lead the way. The two boys, one tall and one short, walked on the path.

There were several lush banyan trees on the roadside. The hot sunlight filtered through the dense leaves and shone on the two young men walking ahead.

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