The chains "clanged".

The boy kept his head down, his long and dense curly hair covering his face tightly, and he looked like he hadn't washed it for a long time, and the pieces were tangled together, exuding a bad smell.

The two hands not far from Ding Bao were slender and withered like dried corpses in horror movies, with long nails embedded in a thick layer of black mud, and they were still unconsciously buttoning the corners of the table, making disturbing noises.

After fixing the boy on the table, the two men walked to the corner, leaned their hands behind their backs, and stood straight and solemn, looking at the boy at the table.

Ding Bao looked at him and pursed her lips slightly, she hadn't drunk water for a day, her chapped lips were quickly bitten by her and bled out, the tip of her tongue licked, and the salty smell made her sober.

"Raise your head and let me see you."

After saying this, it took a long time for the messy head in front of him to slowly rise, like an old computer in disrepair, running slowly and frantically.

The boy drooped his eyelids and looked at Ding Bao in front of him.

In front of me is a very familiar face, there are too many shadows of childhood, and under the eyebrows that look good without trimming the shape, there are a pair of big eyes with deep eyelid folds, the nose under the eyes is very delicate, and the mouth shape with its own lip beads looks very small, like a little girl.

All the facial features are what I remember when I grew up.

Including the scars under the eyes.

It was when he was five years old that he was smashed by other children with tiles, almost hit his eyeballs, and blood flowed all over the ground, even so the child didn't cry, and he didn't cry until his sister came back from outside, and then he walked to his sister with his eyes full of blood and cried aggrievedly, and his dirty little hands dragged the corners of her clothes, crying pitifully and cutely, Ding Bao still can't forget it.

She wanted to reach out and silence the scar under the boy's eyes.

Her dry and dead eyes finally had some freshness.

Her lips trembled slightly.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the boy in front of him, and he didn't blink his eyes, for fear that in the blink of an eye, he would disappear.

The child, who has only appeared in dreams for so many years, is now sitting in front of his eyes.

She knew he wasn't dead.

She knew it.

Ding Bao had never felt such intense emotions.

But the boy in front of him was decadent and indifferent, looking at her with drooping eyes, and there was no warmth in the two eyes that were corroded and somewhat hollow and numb.

Even, there is some impatience.

"I heard, you're my sister?"

The boy is in the period of voice change, coupled with smoking and drinking, his throat has long been broken, and when he speaks, his voice is dry and ugly.

Ding Bao looked at him and nodded slowly.

At this time, the boy's face finally had some reaction, he grinned, there were obvious small dimples on his cheeks when he smiled, he wanted to reach out to grab her, but his hands were trapped by iron chains halfway, and he could only struggle to work hard at Ding Bao.

"If you're my sister, then you can get me out, just ...... Just say to them, say that you are my guardian, take me away, and get me out of this hellish place! ”

The boy's smile was glaring.

He stared at Ding Bao deadly, not caring who the woman opposite was, just trying to grab the last straw to plead, the impatience in his eyes was about to spread into a raging fire, looking crazy and weird.

"Sister, get me out, I must listen to you, I'm so uncomfortable, they all beat me, please, be my guardian, take me away!"