In the lounge of the cabin, Lin Ran nestled lazily on the sofa.

Xiao Bai sat opposite her, with a dark face, the lines were a little resolute, and a pair of eyes were bottomless.

His voice was also, slow, steady, low, telling of what had happened to him.

Originally, he didn't plan to talk about those things again in his life, left the place where he lived, got out of his original life, and followed Yu Shaokai, just to get rid of the past forever.

But now, looking at Lin Ran, he couldn't help but tell it.

Perhaps, it was so that Lin Ran could divert some attention!

Thinking of this, Xiaobai couldn't help but lower his head and secretly smiled calmly in his heart. I didn't expect that now he can talk about the past so calmly, and the effect of those things is just to divert attention!

Xiaobai raised his head, looked at the light above his head, and slapped softly on his face......

Fifteen years ago, Hollens State Orphanage, California, USA.

The first rays of the morning sun hit his face, and Winston slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were different from the other children here, black. Although he is only twelve years old, his eyes will always have a calmness and depth that surpasses his age.

It's as if no one can see what he's thinking.

It's that dream again.

Winston blinked his eyelashes, it had been seven years since he came here, and for some reason, this dream had been following him.

His memory was blank, but he remembered that night clearly.

That night, he celebrates his birthday with a couple who claim to be his parents in a lavish villa.

They prepared a delicate cake and a beautiful gift for him, and he thanked him happily and opened the gift with great anticipation, but the sudden gunfire broke all this harmony and beauty.

His father lay on the ground in front of him, and his mother was disgraced, but she still picked him up as soon as possible and ran upstairs.

He watched as a small hole was punched in his father's chest, and the bright red blood, like a blooming flower, quickly smeared on his white shirt.

He was even shocked and forgot to react.

His mother carried him into the bedroom, put him in the cupboard, and told him not to come out, no matter what happened, no matter what he saw.

At the age of six, Winston was finally frightened into tears, but his mother shouted at him:

"Don't cry!"

Little Winston could only hold back his crying, silently weeping, watching his mother lock the door of the cabinet with red eyes. And took out a black pistol from the drawer and walked outside.

Soon the sound of a bolt sounded outside, and Winston was curled up in the cupboard, his head in his arms, his ears in his hands, his small body trembling.

He was really frightened.

What the hell is going on?

Finally, it was quiet outside, but no one came to unlock his cabinet and let him out.

He was tired of crying and gradually fell asleep. I don't know how long it was, but he woke up and woke up, and tears had blurred his face. Finally, the door of the cabinet was opened again, and he was able to see the light of day again.

But what appeared in front of him was not his smiling parents, but the police.

After being hungry for two days, he had no strength in his body, no strength to speak, like a puppet, he was carried out of the bedroom by the police, and he saw that there were many policemen gathered in his house.

And his parents, lying on the ground, their blood has coagulated, and it is no longer bright red.

He cried no more, nor spoke anymore. Instead, he gradually closed his eyes.

By the time he came to his senses, he had been taken back to the police station. It's just that no matter what the police asked him, he didn't say a word, as if he was a different person.

The police suspected that he was mute, but they didn't know, he just, he didn't remember.

Perhaps seeing the bodies of his parents with his own eyes, he was greatly stimulated by the young age. Or maybe he subconsciously wanted to forget all about it, as if nothing had happened.

By the time he came to his senses at the police station, he couldn't remember anything.

Finally, he was sent to an orphanage.

And here, when he lived, it was seven years.

For seven years, he still couldn't remember anything, but he always had the same dream at midnight, from time to time. In the dream, he was celebrating his birthday, and then the sound of gunfire interrupted everything, and he saw the bodies of his parents with his own eyes, lying in a pool of blood.

"Get up, little ones, go wash up and get ready for breakfast!"

The tall voice of the middle-aged woman sounded, and although the children were reluctant, they all got up one after another. Most children at this age are full of energy.

In a kind of chirping, Winston sat up from his bed, silently dressed himself, washed up, and went to the dining room, where he sat down at the long table, prayed with everyone, and ate breakfast.

The other children would talk, but he didn't.

He just lowered his head, silently drinking cereal porridge and nibbling on bread.

No matter how many times he eats these things or how long he eats them, he can't get used to them. But he never said anything, just silently, and ate everything that was not left.

"Winston!"

Hunter, who was sitting next to him, suddenly called his name and threw his elbow on his arm:

"When I passed by the dean's office last night, I heard him say on the phone that there will be a very rich woman who is coming to us today to adopt a child!"

Hunt said with a look of longing:

"Hey, if only I could be adopted by a rich man. I said you, you must be positive when the time comes, don't always be silent. Look at those who have been adopted in the past, which one is not lively and well-behaved when he sees people!

I don't know, what kind of children does this woman like? ”

Unlike himself, Hunter has flaxen hair and blue eyes.

Winston didn't respond, but it didn't affect Hunter's interest in the slightest, anyway, in his understanding, this Winston, whose skin color and pupil color were different from his, had always been so taciturn and didn't like to talk.

Adoption?

These three words circled in Winston's mind.

Yes, a child living in an orphanage, who doesn't desire to be adopted by a good family?

It's just that......

He raised his head and looked sideways at the interested Hunter, who had searched carefully for the other party's information, as if he didn't seem to have any other friendship other than knowing that his name was Hunter, who was twelve years old this year.

The two of them were limited in the number of times they could talk, and Winston couldn't understand why Hunter was suddenly telling him this.

In the morning, the rich woman that Hunter said really came to the orphanage.

In the courtyard, Winston sat on a chair with a book in his hand, and he used to pay little attention to it when someone came to plan to adopt a child. He was blank, as if he couldn't get interested in anything.

At this time, other children desperately showed that they were either lively and cute, or well-behaved and quiet.

Only him, still the same as he was.

"Winston, look! Look! ”

Hunter came out of nowhere, ran to his side, grabbed him and shook him.

Winston was shaken dizzy for a while, and silently raised his head:

"See what?"

"The woman...... That woman seems to be just like you! ”

The same?

Winston was a little reminded by these two words, but only a little. He turned his head unhurriedly, followed Hunter's hand, and saw the woman.

The woman had black, silk-smooth hair, a pair of eyes, a dark and bright face, and delicate facial features......

Winston froze.

He has lived in an orphanage for so many years, and of course he knows that his race is different from that of other children.

Moreover, for so many years, he had never seen a person of the same race as himself.

And at this moment, he looked at the woman, and in an instant he realized that Hunter was excitedly shouting to himself just now, saying that she was the same as himself, what did he mean.

Winston remained motionless, staring straight at the woman, who was talking to the dean, as if sensing Winston's gaze, and couldn't help but cast her gaze at him.

In an instant, eyes met, and Winston saw the woman's smile.

It seems to be written in a book, the kind of rose with magical power, cold, noble, but with a fatal attraction, people can't stand her beauty, want to pluck her and take her home, but every time you touch it, you will be stabbed by a sharp point.

Blood flowed, but it couldn't be stopped.

The woman withdrew her gaze and soon disappeared from the children's sight with the dean.

In my ear, there are other children's discussions:

"Ah, that woman is so beautiful, look at the dress she wears!"

"At first glance, she is a rich and educated woman, and I don't know what kind of child she likes!"

"yes, if only he could adopt me!"

“……”

The children's discussions rang out in their ears, and they seemed excited, but Winston sat in his chair in a daze, motionless.

"Winston? Winston? ”

Hunt's voice sounded in his ears again, and Winston eased slightly.

Hunter blinked triumphantly:

"Well, I didn't lie to you, is she ...... Ay? Where are you going? ”

Before Hunter could finish his sentence, the person in front of him suddenly rushed out without warning, and quickly ran in the direction where the woman had just disappeared, but the book was honestly left in the chair.

Hunter blinked twice for some reason:

What's going on?

Winston was running fast, he had never felt this way before, never!

He's going to be adopted, to be taken home by that woman!

He didn't know why he suddenly had this thought, he only knew that for the first time in seven years, he had such a feeling, so strong!

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