Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 20 The Angel with Open Arms

The girl still didn't eat, she was even more silent, and her silent breathing seemed less powerful. If it weren't for it, no one would have believed that there was a big living person in this room.

The girl leaned on the bed pole in silence, and the boy sat on the stool, neither of them spoke, but there was a deep distress in the boy's eyes.

The two of them seemed to freeze, as if even time had been frozen, and they sat opposite each other like this, motionless.

For two days, two whole days, both of them sat like this, as if they were on a stool.

The girl finally came back to her senses and said softly, "Brother...... Aren't you hungry?"

The boy replied, "Hungry." ”

The girl said, "Then you can eat something." ”

The boy replied firmly: "If you don't eat, I won't eat." ”

The girl said weakly, "I'm not hungry......"

A look of pain appeared in the girl's eyes, and she closed her eyes and slowly opened them again.

In fact, the boy was already very hungry, and he had not eaten a single bite of food since he returned.

Maybe he couldn't really empathize with the girl before, but now, he can, he feels the extreme helplessness, and the deep helplessness of living in this world.

These days are the period when the boy sheds the most tears, as if the tears in his life are not as many as those shed in a day.

He wept again, and in his eyes was deep remorse, and the struggle was extremely painful.

He was trapped in the quagmire of self-blame, unable to break free, but unable to sink in time. The wait is undoubtedly maddening, but it is also the most frustrating.

The delicacies on the table became cold and hard, just like a girl's cold and hard heart, without a trace of temperature.

Maybe what can make her cold and hard heart soft and warm is the boy in front of her who has not taken off the childishness on his face.

The girl spoke for the second time, and there was deep self-blame and extreme pain in her eyes: "Brother, you can eat something." ”

The boy replied more firmly: "If you don't eat, I won't eat!"

The girl's tears, which had long since dried up, had turned into bloody tears, flowing from the corners of her eyes.

She slowly stood up, but her already weak body, which had not eaten in a long time, could not support her movement at all.

The boy hurriedly stepped forward, with ecstasy in his eyes, stretched out his hands to support the girl, helped her to the table, and then swept all the cold and hard delicacies on the table to the ground.

There was a knock on the door, and then seven or eight people walked in, all of them holding a plate in their hands, and the freshly prepared delicacies, which made people drool, were served one by one.

The girl's delicate fingers couldn't even move the chopsticks.

Once again, the boy's tears spread down his cheeks, dripping onto the back of the girl's thin hand.

The girl smiled, for the first time in so many days, not bitterly, but happily.

She felt the temperature from the boy's tears, the temperature of family affection, the temperature of love, the warmth that many people have never received in their lives, even the warmest sunshine in winter, not as warm as this gradually cooling tear.

The girl smiled and said, "Brother...... I'm so hungry, you feed me. ”

The boy wept with joy, tears running down his cheeks again, only this time they were tears of happiness, tears of happiness.

The boy who was too happy, the palm of the chopsticks trembled, and the meal was scattered on the table before the girl could eat.

The girl smiled sweetly and said angrily, "You are so stupid......"

The boy slapped his chopsticks on the table, then rolled up his sleeves and reached out to grab the food directly into the food with his hand and deliver it to the girl.

The girl smiled, her eyes filled with tears of happiness and gratitude. It's nice to be hurt!

The meal seemed to have been eaten for a long, long time, until the food on the table was swept away by the two of them.

The girl, who had not slept for a long time, was extremely sleepy at the moment, and tiredness came to her, and as usual, she grabbed the boy's shoulder, wiped the grease from his little mouth on his shoulder, and then rubbed her beautiful big eyes, walked to the bed, and slept on it.

The boy was already sleepy, and he went to the bed, where he collapsed.

Then he hugged the girl from behind as usual, hugged the girl tightly in the cold winter, brought the girl infinite warmth to his chest, and warmed the girl's body again.

A happy smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth, as if she was not afraid of even the biggest wind and frost, because she had a brother who loved her and was the most important person in her life!

She suddenly saw that it was not an ordinary boy, it was an angel with open arms. Warming himself with his chest and arms, keeping out all the suffering and wind and frost, he created a warm harbor for himself.

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They've all grown up since that incident. Whoever goes through these human tragedies will grow up in an instant, won't they?

The boy always had the idea of taking his sister to live a good life.

So for a long time after that, while the boy was begging, he would also collect some scrap on the street, and he could sell it for a lot of money, and he could often pick up some good things, and sometimes he could pick up money.

The boy found a dilapidated house in the slum east of the city, and lived in it, and all the waste collected in the past was piled up in this small courtyard, like a hill.

The boy returned with a pile of miscellaneous items, a little house that was a bit like home.

He was satisfied with the job, at least he could eat and clothe him, and he could save some money to pay back the money he owed.

With his clever mind, in less than two years, he saved money to open a cloth shop, his pockets gradually became richer, his food became better and better, his clothes became warmer and warmer, and he lived in a beautiful house that he could never imagine.

He can buy a lot of things for his sister, beautiful dresses that he didn't dare to look at before, ordinary fat powder and gouache......

His heart is getting bigger and bigger, and even if he lives in a big and beautiful house, he will always feel that something is wrong.

He had a lot of money in his purse, but no matter how much money he put in it, it seemed as if it would never be enough, or maybe it wasn't that it was getting less, but that it was getting bigger.

Isn't life all about moving forward and chasing?

The girl once asked him, "What do you want so much money for?"

The boy replied, "I have an ideal. ”

The girl asked worriedly, "What kind of ideals, is it more important than me?"

The boy was silent for a long time and said, "This is different. ”

The girl cried with tears: "Is it an ideal or a desire?"

The boy didn't speak, in fact, he couldn't tell whether this was an ideal or a desire.

But whether it is an ideal or a desire, it belongs to a kind of purpose.

Once a person has attained a certain goal, another higher purpose will appear, and this purpose will drive him to achieve it.

Is it man who fulfills his purpose, or does he enslave him?

What is an ideal, what is desire? Or maybe an ideal is desire

The girl didn't know that in fact, the boy's ideal was to make her happy forever and never suffer again, which was his only desire.