Yongchang didn't move at all, and knelt for a long, long time. By the time he stood up, the candle was almost burning to the menorah below. He looked around cautiously, listened intently for a moment, and then lightly unlocked the door and latch, and looked out.

It was a cold and gloomy night. In the child's eyes, even the stars seemed to be farther away than they had seen in the past. There was not a trace of wind, and the dim shadows of the trees were silently cast on the ground, making it seem so eerie and dead.

He gently closed the door again, tied up his few clothes with a handkerchief by the light of the candle that was about to be extinguished, and then sat down on a bench and waited for the daybreak.

The first rays of dawn stubbornly shot through the cracks in the window panels, and Yongchang stood up, opened the door, and looked back timidly—hesitating—he had closed the door behind him and walked out into the street.

He looked to the left and right, unsure where to run. He remembered that when he used to go out, he had seen the wagons carrying goods struggling to drive towards the hill on that side, so he chose this route. He stepped on a path that crossed the wilderness, and knowing that there was a road any further, he walked briskly along the path.

As he walked down the path, Yongchang remembered the first time Mr. Bull had led him out of the nursery, when he had stuck to Bull's side and hurried to the nursery.

The road leads to the Nursery house. The thought of this layer made his heart beat violently, and he almost wanted to turn back. However, he has come a long way, and it will take a lot of time to do so. Besides, it was so early that he didn't have to worry about being seen, so he continued to walk forward.

Yongchang arrived at the nursery. Early in the morning, there was no sign of anyone moving inside. Yongchang stopped, secretly looked into the yard, and saw a child pulling weeds from a small nursery.

When Yongchang stopped, the boy raised his pale face, and Yongchang recognized his former partner at a glance. Yongchang was very happy to see him before leaving, although the child was younger than himself, he was his little friend, and he often played together. They have been beaten together, starved together, and confined together countless times.

"Shhhh Yongchang said. Wen Qing ran to the door, stretched out a slender arm from the railing, and said hello to Yongchang. "Has anyone gotten up?"

"I'm the only one." Wen Qing replied.

"Wenqing, you can't say you've seen me," Yongchang said, "I ran out, they beat me and bullied me." I'm going to try my luck far, far away, and I don't know where. You're so pale. ”

"I'm dying," Wen Qing replied with a faint smile, "I'm so glad to see you, dear, but don't stop, don't stop." ”

"Yes, yes, I'll say goodbye to you. Wenqing, I still want to come to see you, I will definitely be"

"I look forward to it," replied the boy, "Yongchang, I have dreamed of my mother many times, and I have dreamed of some kind faces, which I have never seen when I am awake. He climbed up to the low door and stretched out his little arm to wrap his arms around Yongchang's neck, "Goodbye, you'll be fine." ”

This blessing came from the mouth of a childish child, but this is the first time in Yongchang's life that he has heard others pray for him, and he will go through all the hardships and hardships in the future, but he has not forgotten these words for a moment.