Chapter 255

The forgotten memories came flooding back like a tsunami. Looking at himself so close, Yu Tu stretched out his hand in a daze, wanting to wipe away the tears of his younger self, but his slender fingers passed through nothingness.

Not to be seen.

Unable to touch.

So what is the significance of his entering this period of time?

The shrill voices continued, and Yu Tu repeatedly heard the word that had left him with the deepest shadow—the star of death. Even though he had forgotten this past for unknown reasons, the injuries still left traces.

He was an orphan that the director's mother picked up in the heavy snow on her way back from visiting relatives. It is said that he was very thin and small at that time and could not even cry. The director's mother took him back to the orphanage, but tried for a long time but failed to find his family, so he was eventually left in the orphanage to grow up.

A dozen years ago, transportation was not as developed as it is today, but good-looking and healthy boys were generally not left alone. However, among the adoptive parents who came and went, no one wanted Yu Tu.

Because they found that although the baby was good-looking, he seemed to have some problems with his brain - he didn't cry or laugh, didn't make a fuss when hungry, and was quiet and silent. If he wasn't still breathing, he would look like a work of art made from fired ceramics.

When Yu Tu was one year old, he was already very cute, but he could not speak. No matter how others teased him, he would just watch quietly with his eyes without saying a word, which made people almost suspect that the child was mute.

There are not many children in the orphanage, but most of them have various problems. There are few people responsible for taking care of the children, so there are bound to be omissions. Other children will make noises when they are not well taken care of, but Yu Tu does not.

Hungry, thirsty, cold, tired - he has all the problems that all other children have, but he doesn't know how to express them. He just watches silently with his emotionless eyes, as if he is detached from the world.

The caregivers in the orphanage talked about this child privately, saying that the child seemed to have lost his soul, his limbs were uncoordinated and he was mute, and it would be difficult to raise him.

Everyone thought so, except the dean.

She was already quite old, with her silver hair always neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head. She kept herself very clean every day and was very patient with every child in the orphanage.

She particularly liked Yu Tu. In her spare time, she would always hold this little ball in her arms and teach him to read on the reclining chair under the jujube tree. The reclining chair, which was as old as her, was creaking and shaking. She would hold a literacy book and teach him word by word, facing his ignorant eyes.

"This is one, Tutu, just raise your finger and it's one." Her old voice carried a kind of peace from the years. She pointed at the small chubby hand in her arms, "Raise two fingers and it's two..."

The child in her arms seldom responded to her. He seemed to be immersed in a world that no one understood, and thus he was left with only a lonely body in this world.

In this way, spring went and autumn came, summer solstice and winter went, and the one-year-old child slowly grew to three years old. He was no longer as motionless as he was when he was a child, but he was still very quiet. His limbs were not very coordinated, so he walked seldom, and he still could not speak.

The director is older now. She is not as efficient as before, her memory is getting worse, and she can no longer hold the mute child.

She had taken the child to seek medical treatment, but after going to several hospitals, no one could find any problems with the child's throat or limbs. In the last hospital, the doctor hinted to her that there was nothing wrong with the body, but the problem might be in the brain.

On the way back to the orphanage with the children, the bus they were riding passed through a sea of ​​flowers that were in full bloom and were beautiful beyond words.

The three-year-old child didn't grow much for some reason and was still just a small ball. The old director held him in his arms and asked him to look out the window: "Tu Tu, do you remember the origin of your name?"

The sun shines through the dirty window onto her wrinkled face, and the vicissitudes of life are etched in her wrinkles: "The name Tu Tu is taken from 'in full swing'. I hope that one day Tu Tu can live like this sea of ​​flowers, vigorous, passionate and full of vitality."

The child in her arms looked up at her dazedly, his eyes clean and clear, and he didn't seem to understand.

The old dean touched the top of his head and, amid the noise of the bus, expressed his beautiful hope, hoping that it would really happen and be a confirmed future.

"There's nothing wrong with our Tu Tu. There will definitely be many people who love you in the future. It's just that..." She smiled and sighed, "Those who love you have a bad sense of direction, so they will come a little later."

"I hope Tutu won't be angry or sad. The people who love you will be there in the future."

…

"The dead star is crying!"

"Shame on you for crying out loud—"

"The Death Star is so useless! The Death Star can only shed tears!"

The sunshine in the memory passed through the dust of the years. Yu Tu remembered the sea of ​​flowers, the dust-stained glass, the kind smile, and the beautiful expectation like a wish.

His fingertips trembled. Yu Tu didn't know why he had forgotten, forgotten such a good dean mother, and forgotten the time when he was loved by someone.

Obviously, he has had memories since the moment he was born.

The dusty memory was recalled, but the scene in front of him continued to happen. Yu Tu saw the young boy crawling up from the ground, using his uncoordinated limbs to chase those children, trying to snatch back the old wooden box.

When the director's mother was still alive, she would take him to collect some pretty little things that were of no use, and then she would clean these little things and put them in a small wooden box.

She often said with a smile: "These are Tutu's little babies!"

Every useless "treasure" carries a memory.

Yu Tu saw his younger self trying to snatch things with his uncoordinated limbs, being tortured even more by those children, but he failed to get the things back. This farce finally ended when the caregiver who had been out returned.

They scolded the bullying children, but did not show much kindness to Yu Tu. They took him to wash his hands and face, and simply applied medicine to the scratched areas. As for the dirty marks on his clothes, they just patted them hard. Most of the children in the orphanage are lively and active, and it is impossible for them to change into clean clothes every day.

As for the small wooden box and the things inside it, the beautiful stones with strange shapes became gray in the coal slag, the straight small branches were broken, and the dried flowers of the multi-petaled plum were torn into pieces... and then they were all swept into the dustpan by the broom.

The things he once cherished so much have become garbage along with the dead branches and leaves and the remnants of life.

Yu Tu saw his younger self return to the garbage dump after the children and the nurses left. He squatted down and used his uncoordinated limbs to pick up the discarded things bit by bit, but most of these "treasures" were broken. But these broken treasures were the only things he had left after the director's mother left.

He picked up treasures until dark, and the caregiver who came because he thought he was missing poked him on the head and scolded him, "Why are you picking up such rubbish? Don't you just stay in the yard and you won't have to worry about anything?" So the "little rubbish" that he had spent a long time collecting bit by bit was thrown back into the garbage dump, but this time they were scattered more scattered and flew into the dense deciduous forest, making it difficult to find them again.

The nurse pulled him back to the Ci Xin Orphanage. Children of similar age slept in a large dormitory. Yu Tu's bed was in the corner. He lay on the bed, and even though he had fallen asleep, he was still curled up in a small ball.

Yu Tu had always followed his younger self, watching him being bullied, watching him picking up trash, watching him quietly shedding tears because of insecurity... He stretched out his hand and hollowly covered his head with it. He wanted to say that in the future he already had a good family, a partner who would live and die together, a brand new life, and everything that his mother, the dean, had said in an expectant tone - but his past self could hear nothing.

Finally, he just sighed and said in a very gentle tone: "Everything will be fine in the future."

A pair of hands suddenly passed through him and picked up the young Yu Tu.

Yu Tu turned around and saw a young man——

Her long hair was tied with a hairpin inlaid with rubies and hung down her back. Around her neck was an extremely thin silver chain with a bead with green patterns tied to it. The bead was shining like it was breathing.

He was wearing a black windbreaker that reached down to his calves, with the cuffs, chest, belt, and hem all embellished with tiny gems. A corner of his clothes was illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window, and under the shining luster of the gems, one could see the luxurious dark patterns on the black fabric.

But what surprised Yu Tu was not his luxurious attire, but his appearance—more than a year ago, Yu Tu had inherited that special "inheritance" from him.

He is a phoenix.

"Finally found it. It's really dark under the lamp."

He saw Feng Huang frowning, with an expression of fatigue yet relief on her face. The spiritual power flowed in his palm, and his fingertips brushed over the wound on Yu Tu's hand. The wound that had just scabbed over quickly healed without leaving a trace.

The young Yu Tu slept uneasily in his arms, his head resting on his shoulder, tears faintly visible in the corners of his eyes. Feng Huang frowned, holding him with one hand and roughly wiping his tears with the other hand: "Mr.'s cub... why are you a crybaby?"

He carried Yu Tu out of the house, spiritual power flowing under his feet, and what happened during the day was restored before his eyes. Yu Tu heard the Phoenix make an impatient "tsk" sound.

"Troublesome little thing."

He carried Yu Tu to the garbage dump. With him as the center, a lot of debris flew up from the ground. Some of them flew in the direction of the phoenix and formed into some damaged items in front of him—small stones, small branches, multi-petal plums, glass beads...

The domineering spiritual power enveloped all these things. The spiritual power was at the same frequency as the material of the objects, removing the dirt and repairing the cracks, returning them to their original appearance.

An old wooden box fell into Phoenix's palm. There were many "little treasures" in the box, and then the lid closed automatically with a "click".

After doing this, Fenghuang threw Yu Tu in her arms to the shadow under the eaves, and the shadow caught the young child steadily.

"Arrange for someone to close this orphanage and send all the children inside to reliable places. Send those troublemakers to a more serious orphanage, so they don't become a nuisance to society when they grow up." Phoenix instructed in a light tone, "As for the cub you are holding... choose an orphanage that doesn't have bullies, but it can't be too good either."

A tangled look flashed across his face, and he seemed to have made up his mind after carefully choosing his words: "You stay and protect him. Before he comes of age, you cannot interfere in anything except life and death."

A voice whose gender could not be identified came from the shadows: "As ordered by the Lord."

Before the black shadow carried Yu Tu away, the phoenix called out to it again: "Wait."

He walked over quickly and placed his palm on Yu Tu's forehead. A complicated formation flashed and disappeared. It was a sealing formation - the reason why Yu Tu could not remember his memories before the age of four was because his memories were sealed.

"He shouldn't come here too soon." Phoenix slowly put down his hand. He touched the beads with green patterns on the chain. His long eyelashes drooped, covering the expression in his eyes. He smiled softly, "Sir, he actually exists."

so……

It's not some inheritance from heaven, it's predestined.