The little black man stood in a daze, and there were suddenly many more fragments in the five-year-old little head that had never been there before.

In the faint smell of blood, a faint female voice said, "Zhifan, look at your son, see how much he looks like you." ”

He was taken by a pair of trembling hands, and his little eyes met the face of a man who was both happy and nervous, and the man laid him on the bed, and he turned his little head to see the woman with tears in her eyes, a smile on her face, and her temples wet with sweat.

He felt his right ankle being gently lifted and tied with a red rope, the cold touch of the copper coin stimulating his delicate skin, and he heard the man say, "Yu Yan, I have engraved the word 'Chang' on this copper coin, and our son must be unique in everything." ”

"You don't give him a name yet. ”

"I've thought about it a long time ago, it's called Chang Le, and I'll be happy all my life. ”

"Always happy, always happy, contented and always happy. The woman repeated.

Little Heizi gradually recalled the clumsiness of the man when he held him, the softness of the woman's fingertips when he stroked him, the memory of them dressing him in a big red tiger head dress together, the gentle shaking of them on the wooden crib, and the charming and beautiful voice of the woman......

I remembered everything, I remembered everything, I remembered that snowy night, he was picked up from his dream by a pair of hands, his mouth was covered by strips of cloth, he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Remembering that the snow had soaked his blanket that night, he was stripped of his new clothes, wrapped in tattered strips of cloth, and laid on the snow.

He remembered that he had been crying in the night, but no one came, and he was so cold that he could not even cry, and he remembered that he was suddenly carried into a sour bosom, and the man looked at him and said, "You are not fated too......

Li An saw that the black fog on his body was getting lighter and lighter, and the "little black man" Li An opened his mouth, but saw the little black child's immature eyes looking at her, and those eyes were full of tears.

"Sister Li'an, my name is Chang Le, my father and mother said that I hope I will be happy and happy for the rest of my life. The child's voice was so moving, he blinked his eyes wide, and tears burst into the embankment, drop by drop, dripping in the illusion, turning into nothingness.

In an instant, Chang Le turned into a clean five-year-old child, wearing a red cotton suit, his hair split into two sides, pulled into two small buns, although he was still very thin, but he looked more energetic.

The next day, the people in the city knew that two beggars had frozen to death on a snowy night, and this was not unusual, after all, every year there were poor people who could not survive the cold winter, and everyone sighed at most, and still did what they should do.

What is strange is that the family of Jincheng Chang's cloth workshop personally came forward to bury the two beggars and held a cremation ceremony for them.

There is a custom in Jincheng that the bodies of people who freeze to death need to be burned to ashes by fire and scattered into the rivers so that they will not suffer from the cold again.

Chang's Cloth Workshop was closed for several days when business was just right, and it is said that Mrs. Chang was seriously ill because of excessive grief.

Three-year-old Chang Yiran didn't know why his father and mother suddenly became less talkative, and they didn't tease him.

My mother was always crying, and my father began to like drinking, and he drank day and night so much that he didn't even know anyone.

As if under a spell, Changfu quickly fell with the momentum of destroying and decaying.

Within a few years, Chang's Cloth Workshop closed down one by one in Jincheng until it withdrew from the stage of Jincheng cloth art industry.

Qi Yuyan's body was getting weaker and weaker, and she finally took her last breath a few years later.

Chang Zhifan, who was an alcoholic all day long, left Jincheng with Chang Yiran and disappeared.

......

The white light dimmed, and Chang Zhifan's anxious knocking sound sounded outside the door again.

Chang Le broke away from Ran Ran's body, and the moment the resentful spirit withdrew, Ran Ran fell on the bed, Li An hurriedly stepped forward to check his state, and then continued to inject spiritual power into him, Ran Ran's face was visibly ruddy.

A small hand reached out from behind his back and touched Ran Ran's face, and Li An got up and got out of the way.

Chang Le stood in front of Ran Ran, his eyes full of self-blame and distress, "Brother, I'm sorry, my brother should protect you, I'm sorry." ”

Qingxun put away the soundproof barrier and opened the door, "Master Chang, Mrs. Chang, the little boy is fine." ”

Hearing this, the two were overjoyed, and hurriedly ran to Ran Ran's bedside, Qi Yuyan's body passed through Chang Le's spirit body, and there was a moment of trance.

Chang Le leaned sideways, looking at the anxious and happy two people in front of him, "Daddy, mother, it's Le'er who is not good, Le'er makes you sad." ”

As he spoke, he put his small hands on the palms of the two of them, his eyes full of longing and reluctance.

He looked back at Li'an and Qingxun, "Let's go out." ”

The three of them turned and walked out of the house.

"Brother, brother, don't go, brother......" Ran Ran muttered with his eyes closed on the bed.

Chang Le's body was shocked, but he still followed Li'an and Qingxun out.

And Chang Zhifan and Qi Yuyan can no longer be described as shocked, the two looked at each other, looking at each other at the deepest grief hidden in each other's eyes.

When I looked back, the two people I had been in the room were gone.

Chang Le took Li'an's hand, walked out of Changfu, walked out of the alley, walked to the crossroads of the street, and looked at the old beggar resting in the sun in the corner and the little beggar playing with the stone, who would have thought that they would leave forever when the first snow came?

"Sister Li'an" Chang Le suddenly spoke, "You go and take off the red rope on my ankle, right?"

"Why?" Li An looked down at Chang Le, looking at him very seriously.

In this way, when the first snow night comes, father and mother will not know that the little beggar is their son, and they will not torture themselves with regret and self-blame. Chang Le turned his head and looked at Li'an with a smile that was as warm as the sun.

Qingxun stepped forward from behind, "Li'an, do what Lele says." ”

Li An knows that Chang Le's ending will not change, but his wish can change the ending of others.

"But then they won't know who you are, and they'll always think you died five years ago. Li An said.

"That's the best, I complain about not feeling their love, I complain about being abandoned, being abandoned. I've been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years by such resentment, but I know now that it's not that they don't love me, it's that I don't have those memories in my little head, and I don't blame them. ”

The corners of Chang Le's mouth rose, with the maturity after going through hardship, "It's because my fate with my father and mother is too short, but the warmth in those memories is enough for me to resist the cold afterward." Sister Li'an, be content and happy!"

Qingxun took Chang Le's hand, and the palm of the other hand touched Li'an's back, as if encouraging her.

Li An made her way through the crowd and walked up to the little beggar, who crouched down and looked at him.

The sudden appearance of the shadow made the little beggar raise his head, "Sister, you are so beautiful. The little black face smiled.

Li An also looked at him and smiled, laughing and laughing, tears flowed out.

"Sister, don't cry, it's not good to cry. The little beggar said anxiously.

Li An looked at him, "Little Heizi, can you give my sister a gift." ”

The little beggar looked at Li An suspiciously, "I'm a beggar, how can I have a gift for you, oh, I'll give you my toys, okay?" he said, he raised the small stone in his hand and grinned again.

Li An shook his head and pointed to his right ankle, "Can you give me that rope?"

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then lifted his trouser leg, "How do you know that I have a rope on my feet? I have carried it since I was a child, and my grandfather said that I can't take it off, but I have long wanted to take it off, but I can't take it off." ”

As he spoke, he touched the rope with his hand, and the red rope, which had been extremely strong for five years, was inexplicably broken at this moment, "Sister, here you are, don't cry." ”

With the severed red rope, Li An fled into the crowd.

"What a strange sister," said the little beggar, continuing to play with his stones.