Although I rented a two-bedroom apartment, I was the only one living here, so I never cleaned up the second bedroom.

Fortunately, the bed in the master bedroom is 1.8 meters, and we two well-proportioned girls will not be too crowded to sleep together.

"I can only grieve you to sleep with me tonight." I said to Tang Xinyi.

She was patting her breasts on her face, and she didn't care when she heard my words: "Then let's sleep together, it's not like I haven't slept before." ”

At the end, she looked at me again: "What's the matter, is it because I haven't been fortunate to you for too long, and Concubine Ai is a little flattered?" ”

She invited me like this, and I naturally couldn't disappoint her: "Come on, let the concubine wait!" ”

I scratched my head and "seduced" her, and patted the half of the bed left for her, Tang Xin made a grimace and pounced on me with ten claws.

The two of us frolicked in bed like crazy people for a while, and then hid in the warm quilt, and the big white in the corner was still in high cold mode, probably still holding some grudges against Tang Xinyi.

She lay on the backrest and told me anecdotes about the trip, which I heard with interest at first, and would respond twice when I came across something interesting.

But this afternoon, in order to accompany her shopping, it really exhausted my strength, and when I heard the end, I had unconsciously closed my eyes, leaving only the last trace of consciousness to barely "hum" a few times.

In a trance, I felt that someone tucked the corners of the quilt for me, and after a few gentle movements, the originally dazzling light disappeared.

Almost instantly, I fell into a deep sleep.

"Didi"

I was impatiently covering my ears to the sound of car horns, but the sound was still able to penetrate through the cracks.

Is it already dawn? Why do I feel like I've only slept for a few dozen minutes?

The bustling crowd was mixed with other sounds, and I felt that something was wrong, my dwelling was still a certain distance from the road, why did these sounds seem to be close to my ears?

There was a familiar burning sensation in the palm of my hand again, and with the experience of the previous times, my subconscious had already told me that this matter was not simple.

When I opened my eyes, sure enough, I was no longer on the warm big bed, and next to me, there was no domineering royal sister Tang Xinyi.

Oh, maybe it's not right, my body should still be asleep with Tang Xinyi at this moment, but my consciousness has awakened from this moment.

I just don't know, who woke up my consciousness and fell into my dream?

After checking the surrounding environment, I was not familiar with this place, but it should be near the school, and there were already many children walking around on the road.

Because it was the rush hour after school, the road, which was originally quite spacious, became crowded because many parents' cars and battery cars were parked.

Some parents who have already received their children honk their horns to beg passers-by to give way, while those who have not yet received their children are waiting by the car.

After a day of studying, it was finally time for the end of school, and every child's face was filled with a relaxed smile.

Vendors also took the opportunity to bring their mobile stalls to sell some of the children's favourite foods.

Everything seemed normal, so normal that I almost wondered if I had misjudged, it was just an ordinary dream.

I just kept standing where I was, and gradually, there were fewer and fewer people and cars on the road.

Just as I was pondering how to spot the dreamer, a little boy caught my eye.

He was wearing a school uniform, about 10 years old, and unlike other children, who were greeted by their families, he just walked slowly on the sidewalk with his head down.

It seemed that his hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and his bangs were partially hanging down, blocking his eyes.

Because he was carrying a heavy bag on his shoulder, he leaned forward slightly.

What caught my attention the most was the aura that he exuded that was different from other children: no vitality, no energy, and even some gloom.

From him, I don't feel the positive emotions that a child of this age should have.

Is it because of family reasons? I'm guessing, for example, domestic violence.

But then I denied this thought, and although I couldn't see his appearance clearly, I could vaguely see a kind of health revealed in his fair face.

Children who have been in a family of domestic violence for a long time will not only be under great pressure physically, but also psychologically, so such a healthy complexion is absolutely impossible to bring from a family with violent tendencies.

His hair was a little long, but it was neatly groomed.

His clothes, school bag, and shoes were also clean, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles on his clothes.

It seems that this child's family background is not bad, and at least one person is often responsible for taking care of his daily life.

But at the same time, I felt something abnormal, a child around 10 years old is the most naughty age to let go of himself, but he can still maintain such a neat state after a day of school.

I believe that in school, he should be a "good child" in the eyes of teachers, and perhaps, at the same time, "someone else's child" who other parents use to educate their children.

But a normal "good child" should not give others a gloomy feeling, as if ...... It was as if he was in great pain.

What is the reason why an innocent and lovely child can grow up to what he is today?

With the question in mind, I lifted my heel.

Originally, I thought that the boy's family did not come to pick him up from school because his home was nearby, but after walking with him for almost twenty minutes, he still did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

Slowly, his strength was a little exhausted, and as he walked past a bench, he stopped, put his bag on it, and rubbed his shoulder.

I can imagine that the bulky bag must have cut two red marks on his shoulders.

After kneading for a while, he pulled out his bag and pulled out a mobile phone.

Me: "......"

Sure enough, the well-behaved appearance on the surface is all pretended, and I still know some of the rule that elementary school students are not allowed to use mobile phones.

He was about who he wanted to send a message, and after a few operations, he kept staring at the screen of his phone, as if he was afraid that he would miss something.

But there was no response to the message like a stone sinking into the sea, so he dialed directly again, and waited for a while, but the person over there still didn't pick up the phone.

He tucked his phone back into his bag, his face a little lonely.

He looked up at the sky, and the broken hair in front of him was sideways, and I finally saw his face.

He had a very beautiful face, his skin was as fair and pink as the one I had just seen, and he pursed his thin lips, and a small dimple peeking out of it.

Just when I thought he would sit on the bench and take a break, he put his bag on his back and continued to walk resolutely ahead.

This time, he took a bigger step than before, as if he couldn't wait to reach a certain destination.

I glanced at the petals in my palm, and the color was much darker than before, it was just a faint layer of pink, and now, it was close to bright red, which gave me a feeling of imminent exhalation.

The burning sensation has not disappeared, but it has not become hot anymore, and in this somewhat cold shallow winter, it has the effect of a hand warmer.

I silently covered my somewhat cold left hand.

The boy in front was already preparing to cross the road, standing under the traffic light at this end, quietly staring at the opposite side.

Since there were no pedestrians on either side of the road except the little boy, I was a little unsure how far the little boy would have to go.

So, in order not to attract the attention of him or others, I kept following him at a distance of about five or six meters, and when I saw that he was quietly waiting for the traffic light, I pretended to pick and choose in the newspapers.

Soon, the pedestrian's green light turned on, and he turned his bag upside down, still striding forward.

Just as he was about to reach the middle of the road, a small car suddenly sped by the side.

It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to do anything but yell at him, "Be careful! ”

The driver of the car was obviously frightened by the little boy who appeared in front of the car, and quickly stepped on the brakes, and the tires rubbed against the ground to make a very harsh sound.

But it's still a step too late.

There was a "bang", and the little boy was knocked out and fell to the ground a few meters away.

I froze in place, unable to believe that in the 30 seconds I had just passed, a life had just disappeared before my eyes.

The old man who heard the movement in the newsstand couldn't take care of his business, and when he saw the tragic disaster in front of him, he said with some sadness: "This driver, he doesn't open his eyes to see the road conditions in front of him." ”

He came out of the newsstand tremblingly, and while walking towards the place of the incident with crutches, he said to himself: "I hope this baby is a blessed one, and he can pick up a life." ”

As if from a dream, I put down the magazine in my hand and ran frantically towards the boy.

Blood flowed out of the child's body, crimson and crimson, like the petals of a flower in the palm of my hand.

Just as I was just a few more steps to reach him, the whole world suddenly began to twist.

The little boy, the car, the old man, and the other pedestrians who slowly gathered around the boy, everyone was spinning.

It's like...... There is an invisible spoon that stirs the world like coffee in a stirring cup, and it spins faster and faster.

I couldn't help but start to get dizzy, holding my head uncontrollably, trying to find a stake or whatever would support me, but not just people, everything in this dream was spinning.

It was as if my eyes had lost their function and could no longer show me direction.

I let out a long breath, closed my eyes, and finally crouched on the ground.