The clothes were soaked and piled up on the floor, leaving a water stain.

It had just rained, and in order to prevent a cold, Anchen boiled some hot water for the boy and let him take a bath. As for the clothes, he could only use the power of runes to temporarily condense a set of about the same size, and put them on first.

The boy sat quietly on the chair by the table with his long dripping hair still dripping, and by this time he had changed into a clean suit, a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of trousers.

Anchen went to the back room, he sat alone in the hall, raised his head and looked around.

Sniffing the clothes on his body, he didn't know the material of the clothes very well, but it was very comfortable to wear, and it had a special fragrance. His eyes moved, and he finally looked at the table, in a daze.

An Chen walked out of the back room with a towel, and saw a young man sitting there in a daze, his eyes drooped, revealing a helpless smile.

After all, he is only a half-old child, and he is alone in exile, and that expression is just to protect himself.

"What's your name?" Standing behind the young man, she casually put a towel over his head and asked as she wiped it.

An Chen's movements seemed to be unexpected by the young man, his head was pressed low, he was stunned, and glanced at An Chen.

It seemed that he hesitated for a moment, but did not resist, and let her wipe his hair: "Vladimir." ”

"Well, that's a good name." Anchen nodded.

"How did you get to this kind of place, this neighborhood is not something that ordinary wanderers can walk, right?"

There is a completely uninhabited forest around here, and there is not even a decent road, and it is impossible to walk to such a remote place if you take the main road.

Hearing An Chen's words, the young man, oh no, Vladimir's eyes were a little gray, but then he showed a self-deprecating chuckle, and looked behind him coldly: "I came on the run and killed two people in Noxus." ”

The hand on his head paused.

The self-deprecating smile on his face was a little better, but his eyes were even more indifferent.

This person, as expected, is still the same as those people.

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"That's it." There was a faint response from behind Kimir, and then the hands continued to gently wipe his wet hair as if nothing had happened.

Vladimir's expression was fixed on his face, and the person behind him was calm, unexpected, without the slightest disgust and fear. With his head down, he fell silent.

The rain was loud outside, but it was quiet in the small medical hall.

"You, aren't you afraid, I've killed people."

"Scared?" Anchen dried his hair and took off the towel, and Kimir's long, silky brown hair turned into a mess.

"I'm a little surprised, I've only seen blood at such a young age." He patted him on the head as he spoke: "Okay." ”

I squeezed out a towel in a nearby basin and hung it up.

"Hungry?" An Chen asked while picking up his apron and staying on his body. only to find that the other party was looking at him fixedly, and his eyes were very complicated: "What's wrong?" ”

"Nope." Glancing to the side, Vladimir shook his head: "It's okay." ”

It's really a weird character, Anchen tied the strap of the apron at the back of his waist: "I'm going to make something to eat, what do you want to eat?" ”

"Everything."

rolled up his sleeves, stood by the kitchen counter and drew a kitchen knife: "Then I'll do it casually." ”

Vladimir's eyes moved slightly, and he secretly looked behind An Chen, and responded sullenly: "Hmm." ”

Originally, Anchen was too lazy to cook today, but after all, there was another person, and he didn't eat very much in the afternoon, so he made some more.

The hospital is not large, and there are only two rooms in total, which are divided into an outhouse and an inner room. The inner room is the bedroom, and the outer room is the hall.

Because of the lack of location, the kitchen is actually a kitchen counter in the corner of the hall.

Just do it, Anchen held the knife, took a piece of vegetable and put it on the cutting board.

Vladimir, who was sitting behind Anchen, only felt that his eyes were flowering, and the vegetable had already turned in half.

Just planning to make some simple fast snacks, Anchen didn't think about it, she wasn't very hungry herself, the boy seemed to be hungry for a long time, and it was not suitable to eat a lot in one go.

With the turn of the knife, the leaves of the vegetables are finely chopped, and the roots are diced.

"Wow." The sliced ingredients are placed in a pot that is just hot, and there is a stir-fry sound.

After flipping the pot a few times, I walked to the side and picked out a few slices of raw and cold bread and put them in the oven.

About half an hour later, Anchen walked back to the table with two plates, and there was a faint heat wafting on the plates.

One stir-fry, one omelette, two slices of bread. It is true that a simple dinner could not be simpler, but for Vladimir, who has not eaten for several days, there is an irresistible temptation.

Although his eyes were still vigilant and calm, he still swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

"Let's eat first." An Chen put a dinner in front of him, looked at his hesitant appearance and pouted: "If I want to harm you, I don't need to be so troublesome, don't worry." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and ate first.

"Jingle bell."

The herbs in the infirmary have some unique medicinal aromas, occasionally swaying gently with the wind that penetrates through the wooden walls.

In the quiet of the evening, only the sound of dishes and chopsticks clinking on the dinner table was heard.

Vladimir pursed his mouth, picked up a piece of bread, opened his mouth and took a bite, then gobbled down the simple food in front of him.

Looking at his eating appearance, An Chen raised his eyebrows, then took the teapot on the table, poured a glass of water, and pushed it to his hand: "Eat slowly." ”

After all, it's just a child. Anchen took a bite of bread: "So, why kill people." ”

Vladimir slowed down as he ate, glanced up at Anchen, swallowed a mouthful full of food, took a sip of water, and took a sip of water.

"My father was an alcoholic, and my mother left him at an early age, leaving me to live with him." Vladimir opened his mouth to speak, his voice was steady, but he secretly looked at Anchen's face: "He went home drunk every day, and then he started to get angry, beat me, and vented on me." ”

"That night, he had a knife and tried to kill me, and I resisted and killed him."

He lowered his head, hesitated, and continued.

"That night, I came home from a day job, and my father was sitting in his room, full of alcohol. The air in the room smelled bad, and he looked back at me. Then rushed over. As usual, he started hitting me. I held my head and thought that the past would be over. ”

He struck for a while, seemed tired, stepped aside, gasping for air. I looked up at my father, but he seemed even angrier. Started yelling, he pulled me up from the ground and roared and asked, why don't you shout, why don't you cry, why don't you beg for mercy. Well, beg me, let go of this, huh!? ”

As he spoke, Vladimir's hand twitched: "I looked at him and didn't speak. He picked up something and smashed it, and finally, he picked up the knife from the kitchen and walked over to me. ”

"He chased and cut me, and I ran in all directions. I panicked and began to resist. I grabbed the knife and stabbed it forward. ”

The water in the glass shook and reflected his eyes, reflecting the suppressed tremor in his calm eyes.

"The knife went into his chest and my hands were bleeding. He fell on top of me, his eyes open. Vladimir tugged at the corners of his mouth and gave a sarcastic smile.

"Bump." Outside again, there was a small thunderclap, the thunder seemed far away, but the light illuminated the room, and the night was stormy.

Kimir took a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, and said nothing more.

After that, he was captured by the city guards, and the crime was reported to the whole city. He remembered the look in the eyes of everyone looking at him at that time, the disgust and fear in their eyes as a murderer, a murderer of his father.

He escaped from the prison in the gap between the guards' custody. Ran through the streets, ran out of the city gates, kept running, ran, and finally ran to this place.