The twilight was dull, and the remnant sun was like blood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe cold wind swept over the snow that had not yet melted, adding a touch of gloom. Before the sun sets over the horizon, the whole city is half bathed in light and half shrouded in darkness, creating a stark contrast.

In the cold, a young man walked very fast, with his hands in his sleeves, and advanced against the cold wind. But from time to time he raised his hand to look at his watch, frowning, and his anxious look seemed to have explained that he was going to be late for something very important.

"This time it was late, I didn't expect the snow to block the school gate, and the traffic flow was too large." Ling Feng thought impatiently, under the light of the street lamp, his hair covered his delicate face with a shadow. "Could it be that the part-time job I found this time is about to be lost? Although the owner of the snack bar is very talkative, he was nearly half an hour late on the first day, which is really unreasonable. ”

It was December, the cold weather, at this time, ordinary people wore down jackets and wrapped themselves tightly, but Ling Feng was different, he only added a thin coat to the long-sleeved shirt, which looked quite unusual in this ice and snow world.

At this time, it was rush hour, the traffic was rolling, Ling Feng looked up, and saw a little girl in a car looking at him in surprise, innocently sticking her head out of the window, and then shouted excitedly: "Mom, look, this person only wears so little, it's strange!" "Whatever the hell does, sit down!" The brightly dressed woman in the driver's seat glanced at Ling Feng with disdain and walked away.

A strong air flow rushed in, and under his long black hair, Ling Feng's eyes were still calm, and the rising moon was printed in his clear eyes. He took one step, he was already on the side of the road, at this time it was completely dark, there were thousands of lights in the distance, and there was a lot of traffic nearby, in the hustle and bustle of this world, in this blend of darkness and light, his figure was so out of place, he felt that he could not fit into this world. If there was one word to describe it, it would be, loneliness.

Ling Feng stood at the corner of the street for a while, and did not take a step. Finally, he put away the loneliness in his eyes and walked forward. At this time, the traffic light on the sidewalk was green, Ling Feng glanced at it, and walked forward silently. But he didn't notice that there were only five seconds left at the green light, and before he could reach the other side of the road, a truck turned the corner and appeared with a bang.

When the screeching brakes sounded, various expressions of shock, fear, and sluggishness surged onto Ling Feng's face, but they only lasted for a moment, and finally turned into a sigh. After the momentary sharp pain, Ling Feng suddenly became so numb that he lost consciousness, but he could feel that he was losing blood rapidly, and his body streaked across the night sky.

Ling Feng knew what had happened to him, at this moment, he was not so afraid or unwilling, except for some regrets, only four words flashed in his heart: no regrets in this life. After slamming heavily on the ground, the sharp pain hit again, surrounded by the noise of the crowd, there were screams and sighs, but Ling Feng didn't care so much anymore, he tried to stay awake, this short life was projected in his mind.

As a child, he was an orphan. He doesn't remember his parents, and he is said to have been placed at the door of the orphanage at the full moon. In the swaddling clothes was a weak baby, and there was a note that read: Ling Feng, nothing else. The director of the orphanage sighed and finally admitted him to the hospital. Because he has a name, the kind old dean also let him use this name, Ling Feng.

As he grew up, many of the children around the orphanage could tell how they had come here, but Ling Feng had nothing to say. At this time, Ling Feng often sat on the windowsill that was too familiar to be more familiar, curled up, hugged his knees, quietly looked at those children, and listened to them, no emotion could be seen on the cute face of the porcelain doll, and there were emotions in the clear eyes that others could not understand. While those children were playing playfully together, Ling Feng still sat on the windowsill, quietly watching the stars move and the clouds roll.

In this way, year after year passed, Ling Feng was still so lonely, and the old dean had nothing to do, always looking at Ling Feng's figure sitting on the windowsill and sighing. But from the eyes of the old dean, you can clearly see the love.

When Ling Feng was seven years old, a couple came to the orphanage, saying that they were coming to see them, but the young children had already guessed their intentions. Ling Feng was still sitting on the windowsill and didn't come down, the old dean finally scolded, Ling Feng turned his head to look at it, and jumped off the windowsill, but he still stood far away from the crowd, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. But unexpectedly, Ling Feng's gesture attracted the couple's attention instead. The young woman walked over, squatted down, and looked at Ling Feng with a smile: "What's your name?" ”

"Ling Feng, Ling Yun Ling, Storm Wind." Ling Feng replied crisply, his clear eyes containing firmness that did not match his age. There was appreciation in the young woman's eyes, and when she smiled again, the man also came over: "And what do you like?" "I like the clouds in the sky, the free wind, and the thunder and lightning in the storm, because they are all handsome."

As soon as these words came out, all sides were silent. After those children were stunned for a moment, they all laughed at the fact that they didn't know who was leading the way. In such an atmosphere, the old dean's face couldn't hold back, and he was about to take Ling Feng away, when the man waved his hand and said to the old dean, "Let's talk here." The result of this conversation was that the couple wanted to adopt Ling Feng, and the old dean was very happy for Ling Feng, because it meant that there was another child who could have a warm home. When the news came out, when the children around him were envious, jealous and hateful, Ling Feng made a move that everyone didn't understand.

Ling Feng shook his head and said calmly and firmly, "I'm not leaving. The old dean was surprised at first, thinking that Ling Feng was joking, and looked down to see that the clear pupils of the seven-year-old child were as firm and stubborn as ever. Only then did the old dean understand that Ling Feng really didn't want to leave. No matter why Ling Feng was reluctant to be adopted, the old dean knew that it was impossible for this child, who was as cute as a porcelain doll but had always been stubborn, to change his decision.

The old dean spoke to the couple again and explained the situation. The couple was visibly disappointed, but didn't say anything more. In the end, they took a very well-behaved little girl with them. The old dean sent them to the door, and then the children found out that the couple had come in a BMW, and the young children were amazed, and even more envious and jealous of the little girl. But these had nothing to do with Ling Feng, he stood by the wall behind the crowd and looked at it lightly, the little girl glanced at Ling Feng with disdain, turned her head and got into the car. Ling Feng smiled, turned around and left, returning to the windowsill where he sat every day.

This choice seemed to determine the first half of Ling Feng's life. When the other children in the orphanage laughed at him, Ling Feng always sat calmly on the windowsill, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, still quietly watching the sun rise and set, spring and autumn.

In this way, time flies, and many years have passed in a flash.