Chapter 95 Spend Time Together
[When I was little 1]
Six-year-old Tang Ximian is a chubby little cub, very well-behaved and overly quiet.
Even if you come to a completely unfamiliar place, don't cry or make a fuss.
He held the washed-white raccoon tightly in his arms. It was a birthday gift from his brother.
The movers shouted loudly and carried furniture past him, and no one lowered their heads to look at the quiet child.
He carefully avoided the footsteps of adults and stepped on the unfamiliar floor step by step, each step so light that it was almost inaudible.
The afternoon sun shines through the clean glass windows, casting long shadows on the floor.
Xiao Ximian curled himself up in a corner against the wall, hugged his knees, and watched the strangers moving back and forth in his new home.
Occasionally, his eyes would follow someone, as if hoping that person would stop and look at him, but they never did.
The light and shadow slowly shifted, from bright golden yellow to soft orange-red, and finally sank into dusk.
When the last ray of light was withdrawn from the window, the whole house suddenly became quiet - the workers had all left.
No one remembered him.
It wasn't until the nanny rushed over to take inventory that she realized there was a tiny figure huddled in the corner. "Oh, why are you here?" she exclaimed, pulling his hand. "I forgot there was a little one here."
The bathroom was filled with steam. The nanny quickly gave him a bath and changed him into clean pajamas.
The feeling of warm water caressing the skin was very comfortable, but Xiao Tang Ximian's stomach suddenly made a clear gurgling sound.
The nanny didn't seem to hear him and just urged him to go to bed quickly.
The new room was large and empty, with a faint smell of paint.
Moonlight streamed in through the curtainless windows, casting a cold patch of light on the floor.
Xiao Ximian crawled into the bed and buried her face in the raccoon doll, trying to draw even a little bit of strength from it.
In the silence, his stomach began to rumble restlessly again, one rumble after another, and in the empty room, it was particularly clear. He tried to curl up tighter, but the feeling of hunger was always there.
Outside the window, the lights of an unfamiliar city faded. Those lights did not belong to him, and there was no one waiting for him to come home behind those windows.
"Brother..." He murmured softly, his voice spreading in the silent room.
Tears flowed without warning, one after another, quickly soaking the fur of the raccoon doll.
He hugged it tighter, as if it was the only life-saving piece of driftwood in the vast ocean.
"Xiaobao is very well behaved..." He choked up and said to the doll, as if reporting to his brother far away, "He didn't cry or make a fuss..."
But the silent night would not answer him, only his stomach was still growling ignorantly.
The moon outside the window hangs coldly in the sky, so far away and so strange.
"Brother," he buried his hot little face in the doll, his voice muffled and thick with tears, "When will you... come to take Xiaobao home?"
As the night deepened, the hungry child finally fell asleep with tears in his eyes, holding the worn raccoon stuffed animal tightly in his arms, as if it was his only support in this strange world. The moonlight gently fell on his face, illuminating the traces of tears that had not yet dried.
In another distant city, a young man was looking up at the same bright moon and whispered a promise: "Xiaobao, don't be afraid. Wait for me. I will come to you soon."
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