It was not until he walked out the door that Qian Wanjin put down the hand holding his nose, and did not forget to pat everywhere on his body, trying to pat off the smell contaminated on it.
Fortunately, he didn't stay long, if he stayed a little longer, he might vomit.
I wanted to complain a few words, but I turned around and saw Liu Yusheng’s face, and when he reached his mouth, he changed, "Well, don’t be too sad, the master has some hands, even if he digs the ground, he will find people for you. Don't cry and make a face, besides, if you haven't found it for so long, maybe someone really went back to your home."
"I hope so too." Liu Yusheng pursed his lips, trying to squeeze a smile, but failed.
"Okay, don't laugh if you don't want to laugh, it's more ugly than crying like this."
Hearing that, Liu Yusheng no longer tried to pretend, but raised his face, looked at the gray sky, and tried to pour back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes.
The temperature in late spring, without warm sun, feels as cold as winter.
"Ah! This madman is beating again! Quickly, hold him down! Beat him together!" An exclamation came from the corner of the ruined temple, accompanied by curses, and the sound of fists and feet that followed.
"What kind of broken things are still regarded as treasures. It's not just the rotten hair rope thrown away by others, I just grabbed it! Let me throw your hands away!"
"Pick up a rock! Didn't he hold it tightly? I don't believe that the rock can't be broken!"
Liu Yusheng stopped the move about to step into the carriage and turned to look over there.
I don't know why, my heartbeat suddenly became a little rush, and I had to go there subconsciously, but Qian Wanjin grabbed him.
"The weak and the strong eat everywhere, this kind of thing can't be managed, Fu Nuan, don't be nosy, we and them are not the same world."
After a pause, he winked at the guard behind him, "Go and see and disperse those people."
In this way, she can always feel at ease.
At the invisible corner of Liu Yusheng, a group of little beggars formed a circle and kept kicking and beating those who were crawling on the ground.
The fist hit the flesh, making a dull sound, but the people on the ground didn't seem to feel the pain, and didn't say a word.
Until someone brought a stone, smashed it into his hand, and took advantage of the situation to pull away the red hair rope that was tightly held in his palm. His originally hollow and sluggish eyes suddenly showed strong fluctuations, bursting out like a beast-like fierce and sinister light, picked up the stone with his backhand, and slammed it on the head of the beggar who had snatched the hair rope. It's too hard to see clearly.
Silence.
Bright red blood flowed down the beggar's head, and the beggar who was shocked around screamed.
"Kill...Kill!"
There was chaos, and those people stared at the murderer like a ghost, hating and terrifying, he didn't see him.
Carefully covered the lost red head rope in his heart, retracted into the corner, his eyes returned to hollow and dead silence again, only his lips moved slightly, almost silent in the chaos and noise.
A corner away, Liu Yusheng, who was about to get in the car again, suddenly stiffened and his blood almost flowed backwards.
He shook off Qian Wanjin's support abruptly and ran to the corner, regardless of how many times he staggered and fell.
She heard it.
Amidst the chaos and noise, there was a light breeze call, Shengsheng.
In this time and space, there is only one person, who will call her that way, with such a gentle tone.
"Fu 囡囡! Liu Yusheng!" Qian Wanjin watched the little baby ran to the chaos, stomping his feet in a hurry.
She doesn't even know what danger is? Just that small body, isn't it purely looking for death when running over at this time!
Really... He really owes her!
"Catch up and protect her!" Bian ordered, and ran over.
After bypassing the dilapidated wall blocking the line of sight, Liu Yusheng saw the scene there.
After being frightened, the beggars were aroused even more anger. They dared not get close to the person who was shrinking in the corner, but picked up the scattered stones and kept throwing them on the person.
Soon, there was bleeding on the head and face of the teenager in the corner.
"Stop... Stop it!" Liu Yusheng roared, staring at the beaten but unresponsive young man without blinking. The moment he saw it clearly, his vision was completely blurred.
The feet seemed to be filled with lead, and it was so heavy that it was extremely difficult to move.
She was crying, panting, and with every breath, she felt severe pain in her chest.
That person, the gentle boy in her memory, changed completely.
Ragged and dirty clothes, tousled hair, and face covered with scars.
And a pair of empty and silent eyes.
In those eyes, no bright stars, no midsummer night sky, no soul can be found.
A person, he is a person.
Alone, alone.
Unrecognizable, alone.
"Brother Ashiu." She yelled softly, trying to smile at him, and when she smiled, the tears flowed into her mouth, bitter and salty.
He ignored her, as if he hadn't heard, and didn't move.
"Brother Ashiu, I'm here to take you home." Kneeling down in front of him, Liu Yusheng smiled, trembling, and stretched out his hand, "Let's go home."
The young man’s eyes suddenly changed before his hand approached, and he pushed Liu Yusheng away severely. With the other hand, he held the red cord in his palm tighter, and turned his back defensively for fear of being snatched away.
When Qian Wanjin arrived, he saw Liu Yusheng being overthrown.
"囡囡!" exclaimed, blurted out, hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the person, and angrily said at the corner boy, "I don't know what it is! Do you know how much work she took to find you!"
It's a pity that the person didn't respond at all, as if he didn't know them at all.
"Fu 囡囡, let's go! Since they don't accept the love, we can't make it up to sell!" Qian Wanjin angrily pulled Liu Yusheng and left, "Besides, the face is ruined like that, maybe you admit the wrong person. That's it!"
"Don't say it just ruined half of the face, even if the whole face is ruined, I can recognize him at a glance!" Liu Yusheng threw away his hand again and returned to Ah Xiu, "I want to take him home! "
"He doesn't recognize you at all!" Qian Wanjin was about to be furious! Who is he doing this for? Not alright
"It's not that he doesn't recognize me, he is..." No one recognizes it anymore. Liu Yusheng wiped away his tears and looked at the young boy who was close to him. He was dirty and skinny. In the past three years, what kind of bitterness has he suffered and how much bitter he has suffered.
She didn't dare to think about it.
Finally, his gaze fell on the head rope tightly held in the palm of the young man. The original bright red color had faded. After being caught in the palm for many years, he was greasy and shiny after being stained with sweat, but he guarded it carefully like a baby.
Liu Yusheng smiled bitterly, tears falling down his cheeks again, hot, scorching temperature.
Even if he doesn't recognize her, he still subconsciously won't let anyone hurt her.
As instinct.