Jiang Futing had a second for a second, and began to wonder if his judgment ability had really deviated because of his own prejudice.

Just without waiting for him to think about it, Lu Changkut put down the mirror in his hand, gritted his teeth and rushed outside.

Before going to the hospital, I also signed a fake note.

The moment he saw the fake note, Jiang Futing remembered that he had a little impression of this matter.

When I was looking for information from Li Shang before, I happened to see this leave form.

It turned out to be what happened on this day.

After going to the hospital, out of fear of being discovered, Ying Youlan never let Lu Changku and the hospital staff be alone during the whole process.

When asked how the injury came about, Ying Youlan would only say that the child was too naughty, and she didn't look at it for a while, so she let the child roll down the stairs and fall.

And Lu Changku, who played the role of a mute very perfectly, kept silent, and when the doctor put a plaster cast on him, he did not show excessive resistance and fear of strangers, and the question of the source of the injury was also ignored by the doctor.

The time in the hospital was not delayed for too long, and I came back after the plaster, and the follow-up medicine was only bought for a week.

Ying Youlan said very well, saying that she would come back in a week, and she could check the specific situation of recovery by the way.

But Jiang Futing and Lu Changkun both knew that Lan was willing to take him to see a doctor, and he was already very compassionate, and it was impossible to come to the hospital to change the medicine and get the medicine again.

When he returned to the orphanage, it was only two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and because Lu Changku's real fracture, many teachers in the garden could no longer maliciously make things difficult for him.

So as not to aggravate the condition, it will cost more money, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Lu Changku's blessing in disguise was thus spared a short period of indoctrination in the future.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, there were no serious classes in the orphanage, and most of the older children were all playing around in the yard, running around in a noisy manner, just like wild children on the street without a mother.

Lu Changku, because of his plaster cast and hanging arms, looked like a mummy, and his rare appearance attracted many people on the side.

"Huh? Lu Changku, what are you? Why are your hands tied? Is it fun? ”

"Is this thing tired of hanging? What are you going to do with being tied, dressed, eating and? ”

Older children, as soon as they asked, they got to the point.

Lu Chang opened his mouth again and again, held his breath and said, "Then I can do it with my other hand." ”

"Ouch, who writes, eats, and works, and uses his left hand, that's a monster."

"Look! You see! I'm like that now. A little kid learned his movements like a clown, bent his right arm up and rested it on his chest, and laughed and exclaimed, "Oops! Can't move! Can't move! Come and help me! ”

"it! They have broken hands, not broken feet! ”

"Hahaha!" Laughter erupted in laughter.

Plaster casting seems to be a very fun new gadget, and a group of children are crazy about holding his unconventional image, playing and making fun of it.

In short, no one will ask you if it hurts, and no one will really care if your hand hurts badly.

They just care, isn't that fun? Can you escape the teacher's punishment in this way? Or maybe I envy you.

But in such a deformed environment, no one has taught them what love is, how to respect and love each other, and perhaps in their world, they don't even know the existence of love.

Jiang Futing looked at these mocking children indifferently, and suddenly heard Lu Changku's own laughter.

At first, he thought he was hallucinating, but as Yinghe's giggle grew louder, he realized he had heard it right.

Lu Changku, in order to avoid his own misfit, tried very hard to make himself giggle and integrate into their environment, so as not to be excluded by them.

But when the children saw him laughing, they laughed even louder.

Jiang Futing felt that his heart was blocked by these chaotic and inexplicable laughter.

Emotions are all pressed in it and there is nowhere to release, sour, distressed, or compassionate, so complex that they are mixed together.

But this laughter did not last long, and suddenly it fell silent as if it had been pointed.

Lu Changku followed the crowd back to his gaze and saw the young figure squeezing in from outside the crowd.

The boy wore a black hat and had his head down, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Until he walked in front of Lu Changku, he stopped.

Jiang Futing only showed part of his cheeks from under the brim of his hat and judged that this person should be Lu Changrong.

It's just that Lu Changrong didn't speak, he seemed to be even more stuffy than Lu Changku's character, the kind of person who automatically drew a circle around himself and stuffed himself in his circle.

Lu Changrong raised his hand and carefully poked the place where Lu Changrong had been plastered with his fingers.

Seeing that Lu Changku had no superfluous reaction, he was a little bolder, and changed from poking with his fingers to rubbing with his fingers.

Like a sensitive cat, he cautiously and vigilantly tests the reactions of his companions.

Lu Changku still stood there calmly looking at him, without the slightest abnormality.

He withdrew his paw with relief, turned and left, without even squeaking from beginning to end.

But Jiang Futing could feel that the moment Lu Changku's heart appeared in his appearance, it was as still as a pool of stagnant water, and the faint throbbing began to haunt and warm currents flowed to his limbs little by little.

Probably Lu Changrong is willing to use such a way to express his concern with people, which is already very commendable.

Jiang Futing stayed peacefully in Lu Changku's memory for a short period of time, during which he made the twin personalities of his childhood clear.

Lu Changkut belongs to anyone's eyes, he is a very well-behaved and honest child.

When he was bullied, he was silent, and when the teacher used him as a punching bag to scold, he listened silently.

He won't say a word of rebellion, and he won't do anything that goes against the law.

It's a puddle of complete backwater, and it's a big thing

came down, and couldn't stir up a wave, and always greeted each other with a smile.

However, Jiang Futing could feel that most of the laughter was sincere and without malice, and Lu Changku would laugh while begging the troublemakers to let it go.

And then these bullies will really let him go.

Of course, not because of his smile, but because he felt bored, as if he was bullying an unresponsive vegetative person.

Soon, they found a more interesting target to take over.

That person was Lu Changrong.

People always have a surprising, incredible tacit understanding in the confirmation of the target of the weak, and they don't even need to deliberately reach an agreement on the surface, subconsciously acquiescing to this thing.

In the face of this human instinct to hunt, there are no boundaries even between adults and children.

The so-called injured muscles and bones moved for a hundred days, and after a month, the injuries on Lu Chang's face were no longer visible, but his right hand was still not very good.

He had learned to use his left hand to eat, wear, live, and move, but writing, which was full of technical difficulties, was not enough to be perfect.

Recently, his ears have been much cleaner, and Lu Changkut has enough time to learn to write with his left hand.

Jiang Futing looked at the scratch paper full of all kinds of simple fonts.

Lu Changku's current writing is about people.

Two simple strokes, but two hours of energy.

One by one, upright. In some ways, the twins' personalities are surprisingly similar, and both seem to have an obsessive compulsion to perfection.

For example, when Lu Chang was practicing calligraphy, he had to pursue exactly the same as written printing, and it was no wonder that Jiang Futing subconsciously thought that it was Lu Chang when he saw the words annotated in the textbook...... Written.

Wrong!

Thinking about this, he suddenly realized a terrifying question.

Wrong! Who the hell wrote it!

It's not just a question of who wrote it, but who is who?

When he was tracking down clues before, he doubted Lu Changku's real identity again and again, but because there were too many influencing factors from the outside world, every time he had an inferred answer, he finally wavered again.

Jiang Futing's mind was stunned for a moment, and he immediately put aside all prejudices and preconceived opinions, and simply speculated from the handwriting between the two people.

Judging by the handwriting on the card, it was exactly the same as the handwriting he saw at the puppet exhibition.

If the current person is Lu Changku, it means that it is also Lu Changku, who expresses his feelings in the textbook.

Including what Bai Tang saw in the underworld before, Yang Shou died in vain but couldn't find his soul, and now he was forcibly pulled back to empathize, which means that Lu Changkut is indeed dead.

The one who is alive can only be Lu Changrong.

But what about the fingerprints that exactly match Lu Changku?

A bold guess gradually floated in his mind, but before that guess surfaced, an anxious shout suddenly came from outside: "Lu Changku!" Lu Changku! Oh no! Your brother is fighting with someone else! It's going to kill someone! ”

Jiang Futing was stunned by the three words "killed", and before he could see clearly who it was who came to report, Lu Changku had already lost the pen in his hand, and he jumped up from his seat and rushed out like a monkey.

This is the first time Jiang Futing has seen Lu Changku's gaffe.

The site of the old orphanage itself is not large, from the building all the way to the space vacated by the iron fence is where they operate.

As soon as you go out of the building, you can see that the accident site is crowded with children from the entire orphanage.

He rushed forward with a puff of smoke, gasping for breath, his speeding steps like a spinning top, desperately spinning.

However, no matter how fast he ran, he did not run as fast as an adult.

After the little boy who reported to him finished reporting to him, he went to the teacher on the back foot.

Lu Changkut finally squeezed into the crowd of black pressure, and the teacher had already arrived at the scene on his hind feet.

I saw that the black hat that Lu Changrong had been wearing all the year round fell to the ground, and it had been trampled dirty, and it was covered with mud.

The two children seemed to fight fiercely, and they were all broken.

The corners of Lu Changrong's mouth and forehead were cracked, and the bridge of his nose seemed to have been rubbed by a stone, a scratch on broken skin, and it was stained with soil.

His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and when he saw someone coming, he hung his head again, reluctant to show his face.

It's just that without the help of his hat, his head hangs even lower than usual.

(End of chapter)