The young man walked up to the little boy and took a look at the horrific corpses soaked in rain in the yard. He stared at the door with eyes fixed on his face. The wounds on his body caused blood and flesh to surge, and the bones were exposed to the tiny sunlight.
Before he could speak, he heard the little boy's hesitant voice: "Are they... dead?"
Although I am young, I seem to have heard that immobility will bleed, which means death.
The young man said softly, "Yes." He looked at the little boy's dark eyes and felt that there was a natural indifference in this child.
The little boy who got the answer was quiet for a while, then said slowly "Oh." Then he staggered towards a house with his calves. He walked staggeringly, as if he was stepping on cotton. .
Seeing this, the young man was a little curious about where the child was going, and he followed behind the little boy.
The place where the little boy came was the kitchen. There were some firewood piled in the kitchen. It was turned over in a mess. There was no edible food at all. There was a faint musty smell. There was a big earthen stove in the corner.
The little boy walked to the place where the stove was burning, squatted on the ground and crawled into the place where the ashes were piled under the stove. The place was not very full of ashes, and a thin child would not be discovered hiding in it.
The young man squatted at the stove and looked inside, not caring that his floor-sweeping robe was stained with filth. The dark little boy almost blended in with the charcoal dust. "What are you doing hiding in here?"
Perhaps because of his gentle attitude, the little boy was silent for a while but still answered his question: "They asked me to hide it."
"They have left." The young man said slowly.
"I know." The little boy hugged himself into a ball under the stove, blending into the darkness.
"So..." The young man reached out to the little boy in the darkness, "Will you come with me?"
The little boy lowered his head and glanced at his little hands, looking intently at the man's well-jointed hands, as if he already understood that this man's cleanliness was different from his own.
The little boy just looked at it without saying a word.
The man just stretched out his hand, his eyebrows gentle.
After a while, the little boy carefully raised his thin little hand and placed it on the man's clean palm. The man gently held the little boy's hand without caring about the dirt.
"willing."
"Tsk, fate is so wonderful." The young man picked up the little boy who was covered in gray, and patted the dust on the little boy's body. "What's your name?"
The little boy looked at him and tilted his head: "They said my surname is Zhang, but I don't have a given name."
The man held him with one hand and walked outside, as if the fragrance of vegetation lingered in his arms.
"Then let me give you a nickname. It's called the Moon. The brilliance in the dark night is just right for you, who is dressed in black. This name has a beautiful meaning, tearing through the darkness and the clear light hangs high." The man's voice was full of light. It was obvious that he was cheating. Seeing that the little boy remained silent, he added, "If that doesn't work, just call him Xiaohei or Zhang Xiaohei."
The little boy stopped talking, became silent, and even closed his eyes.
The young man smiled, as if he had a conscience: "Then call me Xiao Xiao Zhang, whatever the name is, I'll make up my mind after you gain knowledge."
The man and the little boy walked in the bloody setting sun, getting farther and farther away from death and darkness, and the corners of the man's clothes were full of the wantonness of the wind.
A feeling of falling suddenly hit him, and Wu Yu suddenly woke up and shuddered. Because the space on the bed was small, his back was pressed against the man's warm chest, and... his fake belly had an incorrect temperature.
The posture of the two of them was very similar to that of a young man being embraced by a man.
It turned out that the storm was rising again, and the fishing boat was swaying with the current on the water.
Zhang Qiling almost woke up and reached out to pat the boy with comfort. This seemed to have become his habit.
Wu Yu woke up, but he thought it was better to pretend not to wake up, so he simply closed his eyes and thought about the bizarre dream just now.
This dream is also strange. It should be about the village massacre in the late Qing Dynasty. A man whose appearance was unclear picked up a surviving little boy in a village and returned the moon...
Could it be that Zhang Baldy's bright dome reflecting the moonlight gave him nightmares...
Well, it's not impossible.
It seems that the strange aesthetic sense of one of his brothers has left some shadow on his soul.
Thinking about these, Wuyu fell asleep again, mainly because Zhang Qiling felt a little comfortable in the photo, and he was a super qualified nanny, which aroused his unfinished sleepiness again.
The sky is bright, and light like fine gold breaks through the clouds and shines on the sea, reflecting the sparkling waves.
Wu Xie was still sleeping in a daze, and the quilt was lifted up all of a sudden. Fortunately, the weather in Hainan didn't make much difference between whether the quilt was covering him or not, so he still slept soundly.
The next second, a thunderous sound sounded in his ears.
"Wuxie! Have you seen Little Sun?! This baby is lost!!!" Fatty Wang pushed Wuxie with his hands, shaking Wuxie until he was dizzy.
"I'm going! Fatty, stop shaking...! You've almost knocked out the last night's meal!" Wuxie shouted, covering his head. His clothes were torn by Fatty Wang's brute force, and there was a big hole in the collar of his T-shirt. spread.
