Song Jingmian had a long, long dream. She dreamed of being abducted as a child.
At that time, she was playing in the amusement park with her parents. Because it was a holiday, there were many people. While queuing up, she accidentally got into a conflict with a family behind her. The other party scolded her harshly. Her mother was so angry that she also argued with them.
Finally, the family was about to take action. Her mother was afraid that she would be harmed, so she protected her from behind, while her father was in front of them, talking nicely to them.
However, the family was too grumpy and could hardly listen to anything they said, and the surroundings were filled with sharp voices.
Some well-meaning people came up to admonish, but Song Jingmian was slowly squeezed behind the crowd.
When her mother protected her behind her just now, she said to her, "Find a safe place and stay well." When she saw the small corner not far away, she planned to go there and wait for her parents.
But when she was squatting there, looking at the panic of the crowd in front of her with some fear, there were sudden sounds of footsteps behind her.
Then, she felt someone grab her shoulders tightly behind her. Just when she was about to call out loudly, she became unconscious. When she woke up again, she was already in a car.
Song Jingmian also realized something was wrong at that time and knew that she was now in danger. She was very panicked and afraid that she would not be able to see her parents. So in fear, she kept crying and sobbing until the trafficker finally couldn't bear it anymore. , and knocked her unconscious.
When she woke up again, she found that her hands were tied and a little boy was lying next to her.
They were locked up in a dilapidated small house together. Song Jingmian listened carefully to what was going on outside, and found that no one seemed to be watching outside, so she crawled over with difficulty, raised her feet and touched the little boy lying on the ground.
There was still a trace of trembling and fear in her voice: "Hey... wake up, wake up."
I don't know how long it took before the little boy woke up, with a trace of doubt in his beautiful eyes.
When Song Jingmian stared at him carefully, she realized that not only did he have beautiful eyes, but his face was really beautiful and delicate, not like a boy at all.
Seeing that the little boy was still confused, she reminded aloud: "We...were all captured here."
She saw the little boy frown, but even so, he had no intention of speaking.
Song Jingmian was a little anxious: "You...don't you want to go back to find your parents?"
The little boy lowered his head slightly with hurt in his eyes, "I don't have any parents anymore."
His voice was filled with despair, and his beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she said nervously.
The little boy just shook his head and didn't want to talk anymore.
She suddenly felt that he was very pitiful. He said that he had no parents anymore. She had grown up under the love of her parents since she was a child. She imagined that if she had no parents, she would be very sad.
Then he thought about being caught in this place, not having enough to eat, being beaten, and not knowing when he would be able to see his parents.
When she thought of this, tears flowed down her face.
The little boy finally raised his head: "What's wrong with you?"
There was no expression on his face, as if he was just asking a casual question.
Song Jingmian held back tears and sobbed softly: "I miss my parents, I, I want to go home..."
The little boy became silent again.
"I don't want to." After a while, the little boy said something.
She asked blankly: "Why?"
"Because I just want to go find my parents."
Before Song Jingmian could say anything else, he whispered again: "They are all dead. If I die too, I can see them."
Song Jingmian listened and was suddenly stunned.
She had experienced her grandmother's death before and knew what "death" meant. She would never see her grandmother again or eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by her grandmother. She knew that feeling was very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
"Don't be sad." Song Jingmian forgot her sadness for a moment and turned to comfort him, "Let's run away together."
She paused and met the little boy You's confused gaze: "When you run out, you can live with me. My parents are very good."
"From now on, they will be your parents."
The girl's voice was hoarse after sobbing, but her eyes showed determination.
For some reason, he looked at the girl's serious and firm face and opened her lips. It was a long time before she heard the soft "Okay".
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"Stay close to me and I'll untie you."
The little boy's tone was calm, without any trace of panic.
"What's your name?" Song Jingmian leaned against him and asked curiously.
"My mother calls me Aci."
"Oh, Aci." She muttered softly, "My name is Bai Chutong, and my mother calls me Tongtong."
"Yeah." He just responded softly.
"Is it almost untied?" She didn't know why, but there was always an uneasy feeling in her heart.
"Soon."
A few minutes later, Bo Jingci breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."
Song Jingmian was a little surprised, but she couldn't show it too obviously.
"Untie it for me."
She was brought back to consciousness by his voice and said quickly: "Oh, okay."
It was pitch dark all around, and it was the middle of the night. The two of them didn't dare to talk much, and they didn't dare to move too much. They didn't know who was watching outside.
The two of them had just communicated in lowered voices.
Bo Jingci looked at the surrounding walls, his eyes resting on the small window not far away.
This house is very small and old, a common house in the countryside. This house should be an abandoned kitchen, with only one closed window.
Bo Jingci motioned her to look over there, and then she looked at him. Their little heads nodded, and they both understood what the other meant.
Just as the two were about to walk over, footsteps suddenly came from outside. Bo Jingci immediately looked at her, then picked up the rope he had just untied and put it behind him, pretending to be captured just now, leaning against the On the wall beside.
Song Jingmian watched his actions and followed his instructions.
When he looked up at the girl, he saw that she was trembling and slowly approaching him.
He saw her round cheeks, which were very cute, but her face was covered with dust and she looked pitiful and helpless.
But those round eyes were extremely bright.
The moonlight just shined through the window and illuminated the dark house. He saw the girl's long and dense eyelashes fluttering out of fear.
Somehow, his hand hidden behind his back suddenly moved behind her, quietly squeezed her little hand, and said in a slightly childish voice: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
The little girl tilted her head and looked at him, with tears in her eyes, and nodded heavily.
