City A five years ago

Nineteen-year-old Wang Ze'an made a name for himself in City A. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info always dreamed of traveling around the world with Mrs. Wang, his father, as soon as he saw that someone could take over his company, he immediately handed over more than half of the company's affairs to him.

Wang Ze'an is talented, ambitious, courageous, and capable, but he has lived an unrestrained life alone for ten years, and he can't stand this kind of life that sits in the office every day and is like a rubber band.

Wang Ze'an felt that he should belong to the wandering people.

Until almost a year later, Wang Ze'an at that time could almost endure such a life.

Yes, that's right, it's endurance, not habit. He can only rely on drastic company decisions to vent his frustration.

It was raining heavily that night, and he was the last to leave the company.

In fact, he had not planned to go home that night, and when he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, the rumbling thunder seemed to explode in his ears, and it was terrifying, and purple lightning slashed down from the sky—through the glass, in front of him, from top to bottom.

Many people are afraid of the forces of nature, but he is different. He loves the thrill of exhaustion.

He pressed the elevator and went straight into the rain.

In the middle of the night, it was still a rainy night, there were few people in the central business district, the office buildings were all turned off, and the bustling streets during the day were only a few dim street lights that lingered in the wind and rain.

As if he had some guidance, he walked into the alley next to the office building.

A small figure lay on the ground.

He was naked, with red threads wrapped around him, from his neck to his ankles. Because of the rain, the silk threads were soaked, and the originally shiny red rope turned a dull crimson that glowed faintly blue in the dark alley.

The soaked leather shoes clattered in the puddle.

He walked over step by step, bewitched.

The crouching figure suddenly raised its head.

It was the face of an eight- or nine-year-old child, with a round face and a little baby fat, chestnut hair wet and sticking to his head, and a strand of dull hair dripping water again and again at the corners of his eyes, making a splash in a puddle on the ground.

The bridge of his little nose was lovely, his lips were slightly pursed and looked innocent, and his skin was fair, and his fleshy little face was full of red blood, which was a little more beautiful than the red threads on his body.

Wang Ze'an only felt a pain in his heart.

When he subconsciously wanted to see the child's expression, he realized that the child's eyes were glowing with a faint green light in the dark night.

He stared at the two clusters of light in a daze, watching the light fade away. A pair of large, dark and bright eyes were revealed, and they slowly closed.

"What's wrong with you!" the pain in his heart came too suddenly, and for a moment he felt a little weak in his legs and feet, but he rushed over without knowing what strength to support him.

The closed eyes slowly opened again, and the moment they saw him clearly, a trace of excitement and excitement flashed in the child's eyes, "Brother Qianling, I finally found you!" A bright and pure smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly said: "Get out of here quickly! Brother, you are an ordinary human now, you can't fight them! Leave me alone! Run!! Brother Qianling!"

After yelling at these words, the child closed his eyes again, and Wang Ze'an reached out and touched the child's forehead, which was scary.

Although I couldn't understand what the child said, there was one sentence that Wang Ze'an understood, that is: Get out of here!

Get out of here! Run!

Wang Ze'an did not hesitate to do so.

Until much later, he didn't understand where that inexplicable trust came from.

It wasn't until much longer that he finally understood that the enemy who was on your level was actually the most suitable person to be your comrade-in-arms.

The raindrops the size of beans spilled down, and the thunder exploded overhead.

From City A to City D, he drove for a full ten hours.

It wasn't until the rain stopped that the child in the back seat of the car woke up.

Fortunately, he always had his usual medicine and a change of clothes in the car, and the child's high fever subsided before he woke up.

The car was fast, speeding down the highway, and the child who had just woken up in the rearview mirror was blushing and staring at him through the rearview mirror. The faint morning light came to his face, and the voice in his heart sounded again and again.

"That's the life you want to live. ”

It was obviously a warm and quiet occasion, but his heart was inexplicably excited and excited, holding the steering wheel in one hand, he took out his mobile phone with the other hand to send a message to Lao Wang.

"Dad, I'm sorry. ”

Seeing the words "successful delivery", he directly deducted the mobile phone card and threw it out the window.

From now on, live the life you want.

He thought.

"You're not Brother Qianling. The child in the back seat suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was still very confused when he woke up, and the child's milk voice was very milky, but his tone was unusually mature, affirmative and unacceptable.

"I, I'm not. I don't know you, and I don't know who you say you are. Wang Ze'an suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous. Inexplicably picked up a child of unknown origin, and inexplicably left City A, under the sunshine shining on the earth and the child's serious tone, he was like an ignorant and impulsive teenager in adolescence.

The child wrapped a clean blanket naked, tore the wrapping paper of the soda biscuits he had prepared with a serious face, and nodded slowly after hearing his answer.

Wang Ze'an breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason, he always felt that this kid was very dangerous.

"Then why are you helping me?" took out a cookie and put it in his mouth and chewed it, the child frowned with a little disgust, "I don't like to eat this, don't buy me this in the future." ”

"Oh good. Wang Ze'an turned the steering wheel and drove towards a high-end residential area in D City, caught a glimpse of the child's action of pulling a blanket with one hand and eating a biscuit with the other, and paused, "Before, the silk threads on your body were soaked, so I put them away and put them in the trunk." That one...... I don't have any children's clothes here, so let's stop by the mall over there and I'll buy you two first. ”

The child sighed and shook his head, "No need." ”

Wang Ze'an didn't understand what he meant, and subconsciously glanced back.

The child had already taken off the blanket from his body, and he sat cross-legged on the seat, the beige blanket covering his legs.

His eyes were closed, his long, curled eyelashes moving, and the expression on his face was innocent and reverent.

Wang Ze'an saw that a red line suddenly appeared in the originally empty air, gradually more and more, emitting a faint blue light in the narrow carriage. He subconsciously held his breath.

The red thread went around the child. He jerked his head away, not daring to look again. It's the morning rush hour, the horns are honking on the streets, and the whole world is noisy.

And with children, it's like there's another world.