When I saw the mural about the little boy when he was five years old, I glanced at it and saw that there were very few unseen murals left, and I knew that the story was almost over.

Although I haven't fully read the story in the mural, I have already guessed one thing, and that is that Yang Yang, who is concentrating on painting on the side, is the little boy in this legendary story.

And the three of them finally left this stone cave, but his parents obviously really had an accident in the end, otherwise Yangyang would not be left alone in this world.

At that moment, I suddenly stopped disgusting Yangyang, and turned my head to look at Yangyang, who was extremely focused on painting not far away, and was full of emotion.

Although he almost killed me before, and every time he transformed into an undead old monster, he would burn everything around him, and it was not ruled out that he would kill many people, but I knew that it was not Yangyang's fault, because he didn't know it at all.

I guess he must have been possessed by the horrible old man who was swept into the whirlpool at midnight and came to the cave when he was two years old, so every time he fell asleep, he would transform into that old man and then harm people everywhere.

And the wreckage of the old man must be the remnant soul of the immortal old monster, he didn't know what vicious spell he cast, and forcibly possessed Yang Yang, only to turn this simple and kind little boy into a demon.

Because in my eyes, Yang Yang is not the kind of bloodthirsty and cruel child at all, and he does not have such an indifferent heart, which can be seen from his efforts to stop me from smoking, and to correct the unscrupulous boy who threw cigarette butts despite the danger of being hit by a car while standing in the middle of the road.

Looking at Yang Yang who was squatting there, I suddenly didn't want to send him to the Dragon Group again, I wanted to send him to my own home, and my parents would raise him personally, so that I could take care of him and never let him live in this world so pitifully like a little beggar again.

And I will do everything I can to get rid of the possession of the undead monster in his body, so that Yang Yang can become a little boy in the true sense of the word, and from now on he will be carefree, live happily, and live the happy childhood he should have at his age.

"Uncle, Yangyang has worked hard to draw, but he just can't draw well, isn't Yangyang stupid? Perhaps because he saw that I was staring at him, Yang Yang raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his small sand-stained hands, and asked aggrievedly.

After listening to Yangyang's words, I quickly retracted my thoughts, my heart was also sour, I walked quickly to him and squatted down, took out a tissue from my pocket, gently helped him wipe the sweat and sand from his forehead, and said softly: "Yangyang is not stupid, Yangyang is the smartest and well-behaved child my uncle has ever seen." Don't worry, there will be an uncle here in the future, and your uncle will teach you whatever you want to learn. ”

"Uncle, you are so good, Yangyang has not met such a good person as uncle for a long time. Since his parents were burned to death by the person who threw cigarette butts on the bus, everyone Yang Yang met scolded Yang Yang for being a little bart, a little beggar, and a poor child who asked for food, and everyone disliked Yang Yang. The other children were still singing in front of me, saying that a child with a mother is like a treasure, and that I, a child without a mother, is like a grass. Uncle, Yangyang also wants to be a baby, not a grass. Whining...... Uncle, Yangyang misses his parents again. Woo woo......" Yang Yang raised his little face, looked at me and said seriously.

It's just that when I talked about the back, the more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged, and I actually cried.

Looking at Yang Yang, who was falling with tears in front of me, I suddenly felt so painful in my heart!

It was as if I was the little beggar who was spurned and abused, and the feeling of helplessness made me feel the urge to cry.

I don't know why, looking at Yangyang's tearful eyes, I actually saw him coquettish in the arms of his parents when he was a child, and the picture of him growing up little by little in this stone house.

Looking at it, I felt that what I saw was not someone else, but more like my own childhood. There's a very strong sense of empathy.

So, I couldn't help but hold Yangyang in my arms, kissed his forehead and said: "Yangyang don't cry, Yangyang is not grass, never will be! Yangyang is a treasure in the eyes of my uncle, a treasure forever." It's like when my uncle was a baby in the eyes of my parents when I was a child. Don't cry, be good, my Yangyang is the most well-behaved. I will take you back to your uncle's house in a while, and your uncle's house will be your home in the future. Uncle's mom and dad are your mom and dad. You don't have to call me uncle, you can just call me brother, okay?"

"Really?Uncle, can Yangyang go to live at your house in the future?Can you also call your parents?Will you be my brother from now on?Is it true?" Yangyang asked with a sob.

"Of course it's true. My brother won't lie to you. By the way, my brother's name is Su Feiyang, what's your name? This Yangyang is just your nickname, right? Do you know what your big name is?

He casually asked what his real name was.

"Brother, what is a big name? Yang Yang only knows that his name is Yang Yang. By the way, Yang Yang can also write. It was his mother who taught Yangyang to write. It's a pity that there are only three words, Yang Yang doesn't know it, and he can't pronounce it, brother, Yang Yang wrote it out, can you read it to Yang Yang?" Yang Yang asked puzzled.

He picked up the stone paintbrush again, looked at me expectantly, and asked.

I heard Yangyang say that he can also write three words, and his mother specially taught him, so I naturally wanted to see it.

Maybe these three words are his father or mother's names, but it is not excluded that they are Yangyang's own name.

"Okay, Yangyang, then you can write it? Brother will teach you how to pronounce these three words today, okay?" I readily agreed.

"Yes, yes!" replied Yangyang happily.

Then, Yang Yang raised his head and thought about it, smoothed out the sand in the sand pool with his little hands, and wrote very seriously.

I sat down patiently beside him, put my arm around Yangyang's waist, and watched him write on the sand little by little.

Because the stone brush is very large, it is very difficult for Yang Yang's small hands to hold, and the sand is very soft, and Yang Yang can't grasp the strength at all, so the writing is not like a word at all, but more like a crooked and intermittent symbol.

So much so that he wrote almost two words, and I didn't even recognize what the words were.

In this regard, I also feel that I just promised too quickly, because once he finishes writing, I can't recognize it at all, how can I teach him to read.

Wouldn't it become very embarrassing? And children tend to be very serious, and if I promise to teach him to pronounce these three words, but I can't do it, it will greatly reduce his trust in me, and it will make him very sad and uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, I don't think we can let this happen, let alone let Yangyang be lost and sad again.

So, I began to recall the strokes he had just written, to figure out what he wanted to write in each stroke.

I also tried to write with my fingers in other blank spaces in the sand pool, write a stroke, look at what Yang Yang wrote, and then try to recall it, and try to write down again.

When I finally finished writing the first word, Yang Yang had written all three words.

When I looked at it, I still didn't recognize the third word he wrote, but the one I tried to write myself was a big surprise to me!

Because I relied on my memories and the speculation of Yangyang's strokes, the first word I wrote was very similar to my surname, that is, the word "Su".

And when Yang Yang accidentally saw the word I wrote, he asked me with a look of surprise: "Brother, your writing is better than Yang Yang, and my mother writes like this." It's a pity that Yang Yang wrote it and became like this. Isn't Yang Yang stupid?"

Hearing Yang Yang say this, I just reacted, that is, I guessed the first word correctly!

With this excitement, I tried to recall the second word that Yang Yang had just written, and tried to write it again.

As soon as I finished writing, I heard Yang Yang shouting happily: "Brother, you are so good, the second word is also written in the same way as my mother." ”

After hearing that Yang Yang recognized that the second word I wrote was the second word he wanted to write, I was also inexplicably excited, because this second word I wrote was the word "fly"!

Is this just a coincidence? Or is there something else in the dark?

I knew that only when the third word was recognized by Yang Yang again, I could understand what was going on.

Since the first two words are the words "Su Fei", I naturally have a preconceived idea that the third word is likely to be the word "Yang".

With this inference, I asked Yang Yang to write the third word again, because when he wrote the third word just now, I was concentrating on studying the first word, so I didn't have the slightest impression.

And Yang Yang obediently wrote seriously again.

When I watched him write the third word stroke by stroke, I was also writing the strokes of the word "Yang" back and forth in my heart, but after Yang Yang finished writing, although he wrote it beyond recognition and difficult to read, I was already shocked and speechless!

Because at this moment, I am 100% sure that what Yang Yang wrote is what I think is the word "Yang" in my heart!

I suddenly remembered a possibility, that is, the word "yang" of Yangyang, maybe not at all the "yang" of sunshine that I thought at the beginning, but the same "yang" as my name Su Feiyang!

After calming down as much as possible, I pointed to the last word written by Yang Yang and asked, "Yang Yang, did your mother say that your Yang Yang is the word?"

Yang Yang heard me ask, recalled a little, and then said: "Mom didn't say it, but Mom told Yang Yang that I'm too young now, so I call me Yangyang, and when I grow up, other children will call me by the three words she taught me." What does that mean? ”

After listening to Yangyang's words, I was also there!

I suddenly thought of some special memories about Yangyang, that is, when I first met Yangyang, I felt a little intimate for some reason, as if I had seen it somewhere.

Later, when I queued up at the door of the worldly food stall, everyone around me thought he was my younger brother, and there were always people who said that I looked very similar to him.

Even when I checked in at the front desk of Hongyun Hotel, the little girl at the front desk said that I was very similar to Yangyang.

At that time, I didn't pay attention to it, I just thought it was just a polite thing for everyone, but at this moment, combined with what Yang Yang said, I finally guessed a reality that I couldn't accept, that is, Yang Yang in front of me is likely to be myself!

To be exact, it's not impossible that I'm a doppelganger, and his parents are also my parents' doppelgangers. In other words, he and I are the same person!

In order to confirm my thoughts, I quickly took out my mobile phone, quickly called up my mother's photo from the phone, and showed it to Yang Yang, who was staring at me and waiting for my answer.

Unexpectedly, when Yang Yang saw my mother on the phone screen clearly, he cried and shouted again: "Mom...... Mom...... Yangyang misses you so much...... Woohoo......"

Suddenly, I couldn't hold back my tears......