During the past year, the frequent knocks on his door were nothing more than those rogue children from the west of the city who smashed open his door with stones, trying to lure him out for their ridicule.
Rong Ting frowned habitually, but slowly relaxed it. Thinking of something, the anxiety just now was gradually suppressed.
Those rogue children are just rambunctious ghosts, and when they heard that Wang Zhou was arrested, they didn't dare to come.
It will only be Jiang Rao who came to him today.
He closed the medical book, controlled the wheelchair with both palms and walked out, but because of implying a little impatience, he lost his usual slowness in his movements, and the wheel knocked against the threshold.
Jiang Rao knocked on the door, but she didn't wait for him to open the door for her for a long time, thinking that his legs and feet were inconvenient, so she was not in a hurry, and waited with 100% patience, but unexpectedly heard a bang inside.
Like someone fell.
Although separated by a door, Jiang Rao seems to have seen the scene of Rong Ting flipping over in the yard.
Because she couldn't see it, how miserable and miserable the scene imagined in her head was, she anxiously wanted to push the door straight in, but at this moment, the door opened.
Without the strength of the door to catch her, she flinched, staggered, was supported by Rong Ting, and then stood firm. Her eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Rong Ting, "Are you okay? I heard you just now The sound of falling."
As soon as he spoke, he realized that he was very close to him, with his hands on his chest.
Jiang Rao had never been so close to a boy face to face, and could even feel the ups and downs of his heartbeat under the palm of her hand, so she hurriedly moved her hand away.
She withdrew her entire arm from Rong Ting's hand, fearing to offend him, and said in a cowardly tone, "Are you okay? I just heard that you fell down."
The slender man with his fingers escaped, Rong Ting's eyes dimmed inadvertently, and his knuckles curled up slightly like nostalgia, then he took it back, and said softly: "I'm used to it."
got used to
Is that really knocked down
Not just once
Jiang Rao frowned deeply.
The leg was clearly on his body, but there was no pain in his expression, on the contrary, it was her face full of distress.
She ran behind him and pushed the wheelchair, "Don't move yourself, I will push you in."
"Um."
After entering the room, Jiang Rao squatted in front of him, raised her eyes, and looked at him with concern, "You just fell, is there any pain?"
Rong Ting shook his head.
Seeing that he was still silent, Jiang Rao felt even more sour in her heart, and couldn't help herself, so she merged the him in front of her with the little figure hiding behind the tree in her dream.
No one will listen to you when you shout for pain, so I learned to endure.
She held the caramel in her arms in front of him, "I'll bring you some candy."
The milky white caramel is piece by piece, with a layer of icing sugar sprinkled on it. The body of the sugar is soft. When you take it out, a cool sweetness fills the air.
However, Rong Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was hatred hidden in his eyes.
His ability to endure hunger and hunger is all practiced.
When I was a child, I was so hungry that I looked for something to eat all over the house, but I was hooked by a sweet smell, and accidentally found a few square cakes sprinkled with icing sugar at the foot of the wall.
The square cake was already cold, but it was still an irresistible temptation for a child who had been hungry for a few days.
But there is rat poison in the square cake.
If he hadn't become suspicious when he saw a pile of dead bugs before biting it down, he would have died long ago.
Later, I overheard Mammy's speech, and the queen put the square cake there on purpose, as if she wanted to poison the rats to death, but starved him for a few days, and put these square cakes filled with rat poison to lure him.
If he really ate it, he would die of poison within an hour.
After his death, some people will say that a child is greedy and died after eating the square cake made of medicine mice by mistake.
The queen shed a few tears hypocritically, and everyone would pity her for losing her adopted son.
And he's just an idiot so stupid he can't tell the difference between a treat for a man and a treat for a mouse.
Since then, he has learned a truth, whether the truth is true or false, is in the hands of those at the top of the power. The rich and powerful people can sit back and relax and are invulnerable to swords and guns, while the powerless and powerless people have their lives as cheap as those weak little bugs.
Since then, I have hated the taste of sweetness.
Seeing his cold expression, Jiang Rao didn't quite understand that someone could resist sweets, but she still stuffed the sugar bag into his arms, "It's a festival here today, it's called the Spring Festival, my The servant girl told me that if you eat candy, you will be sweet for the next year."
What Jiang Rao thought in her heart was that she has a younger brother, a father and a mother, and even if the next year will be bitter and sweet, at least she will have family by her side, unlike him, who is alone, it is better to suffer less .
So her voice was soft, even with a coaxing tone, "I haven't eaten it yet, so you can eat a piece first."
Rong Ting's face was still reluctant, but under her begging eyes, he squeezed a piece of caramel in the palm of his hand.
Snow-white icing stained his fingertips, he frowned even deeper, and glanced at her.
Jiang Rao looked eagerly in her tender eyes, "Eat it."
I don't know if it was his illusion, he felt that she was looking at him... as if she was looking at a junior like her brother who was younger than her.
Obviously he was obviously older than her.
He gulped down the candy, his forehead suddenly felt cold.
When he raised his eyes, Jiang Rao withdrew his hand and smiled at him with curved lips.
The smile was very pretty, but, as if he had done something wrong, there was a hint of flattery in the bright smile.
Rong Ting raised his finger to touch his forehead, and heard her stop him very quickly, "Don't!"
Jiang Rao stopped Rong Ting from destroying the cinnabar seal on his forehead.
She was thinking about his dislike of being approached by others, so she didn't dare to ask him directly if he could order,
I'm afraid that if she asks first, even if he agrees, her hands will tremble if she stares into his eyes.
So I boldly cut it first and then played it once, taking advantage of the unpreparedness, quickly clicked it, giving him a happy time, and giving myself a happy time.
The action is cowardly and fast.
Jiang Rao glanced at him more.
The red suits him too much, and the delicate facial features are dotted with the vermilion on the forehead, instantly making his already beautiful eyebrows and eyes so glamorous that it is almost a disaster. .
However, his complexion is pale and cold, and his eyes are dark and narrow. Even though he is extremely gorgeous, his temperament is still full of coldness and a sense of distance that is inaccessible.
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People can see it so well.
No wonder her face-seeking mother asked her every day why she didn't invite him to the house every day.
Such a beauty, if she doesn't speak, just puts it there, it's refreshing and pleasing to the eye, prettier than flowers.
The beauty coughed slightly.
Jiang Rao came back to her senses, and bowed her head in embarrassment.
Finally, the stage of cutting first and then playing, playing.
"I just put a grain of cinnabar on the center of your forehead..."
"This is a holiday custom." She spoke slowly, still feeling cowardly, with sweat in her hands, stretched out her fingertips, tapped her forehead, and explained, "On the center of the forehead, tap Cinnabar can ward off evil spirits and seek peace."
She said: "I also heard from the maid that you can buy a Kongming lantern at the Lantern Festival at night, write your wishes in the Kongming lantern, and put it in the sky. If God sees your wish, it will help you realize it."
When she spoke, she was radiant, and when she said the word "fulfillment", she seemed to see her wish come true, and she smiled sweetly, her small dimples looming.
She still believed it.
Rong Ting couldn't tell whether it was envy or self-deprecation.
He had strayed far from innocence too early, and had long since ceased to believe it.
At a young age, when he was hungry and locked in a small dark room, he also prayed to the gods.
But the gods never heard his voice.
After Jiang Rao finished speaking slowly, she raised her eyes to look at him, "I'll take you to set off lanterns at night, okay?"
In Rong Ting's slightly cold eyes, she said seriously: "I want to pray for your safety."
She wanted to give the child who was hiding behind the tree all that he envied and longed for.
Sweet candy, cinnabar, Kongming lanterns, what other people can have, he also wants to have.
Rong Ting's fingers holding the caramel bag were slightly tensed.
During the fourteen years, all the festivals and excitement belonged to others.
In the fourteen years, there has never been a single person who sincerely hoped that he would be safe and happy.
He opened his mouth. For some reason, his throat was a little rough and his voice was hoarse, "Okay."
Seeing her, he began to believe a little—
Maybe there really are gods in this world.
She was God's answer to him.
…
A dungeon, clammy as a sewer.
Wang Zhou didn't sleep for several nights, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were congested to a terrifying degree.
He kept thinking about what to say in the court tomorrow to minimize his guilt.
It is best to transfer all the faults to Jia and Queen.
But that's the mother of a nation...
Wang Zhou gritted his teeth, and his heart was filled with evil. Even if it was the mother of a country, he couldn't afford to offend her. If he didn't pour dirty water on her, he would be punished and exiled It's all about him!
Suddenly a small cluster of light was ignited, and then quickly extinguished.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a shaking figure.
Wang Zhou heard two lines of chaotic footsteps.
The footsteps were very light, echoing in the empty dungeon, making his scalp tingle.
At this moment, a cold, deliberately lowered voice reached his ear, and said sullenly, "You must be Wang Zhou."
Wang Zhou felt like a thorn all over his body, and turned his head to look at the source of the voice, his expression suddenly became terrified.