Chapter 7: The Cold Wind Stings
I stayed where I was, the wind blowing across my cheeks.
The winter wind is always so biting.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang behind him.
"Liyan, are you okay?" Sister Hong put her arms around my shoulders.
My voice was hoarse, and I said lightly: "Well, I'm fine too." ”
Sister Hong sighed and walked up to me, she held my face.
"Liyan, although I don't know what happened, I think I don't want to see you like this if Xuan Yao is here."
Yes, Xiao Xuan wouldn't want to see us like this.
I looked at Sister Hong with a smile and said, "Well, I know, thank you, Sister Hong." ”
Leaving the café, I came to the street in the center of the city.
People come and go, there are friends, couples, families.
I can't help but wonder if my parents would have been like them if they hadn't died.
Go to school, make friends, fall in love, get married, just like normal people.
"Normal... Is it? ”
I pushed the door open and got out of the car.
I want to experience a normal life for a day.
But looking around, I don't know where I'm going......
So I wandered aimlessly down the street, looking around.
Suddenly, a cry caught me, coming from the alley ahead.
"Woooooo Mom..."
I crept closer, and when I got to the alley, I saw a boy and a woman lying in a pool of blood.
If you look closely, the woman was stabbed with a knife, and that unique technique is definitely not an ordinary murderer.
Sensing that something was wrong, I immediately hid my breath and hid aside.
When I looked up, there was indeed someone on the roof in front of me.
The man was wearing an all-black bodysuit, and his face was tightly wrapped so that he couldn't see his face clearly.
The boy was still crying, still basking in the pain of his mother's death, unaware of the danger of his situation.
Looking at him like that, I thought about how I was a child......
In my memory, the girl opened the door of the house after returning from school.
As soon as I entered the door, I didn't feel the smell of my mother's cooking, the sound of my father flipping through the newspaper, and the familiar sentence "My daughter is back?" ”
As soon as you enter, there are only two cold corpses......
So I decided to stay and see what would happen to the boy.
I kept an eye on the man in black and watched the child's condition, and would come to my aid whenever there was danger.
Suddenly, a silver car stopped on the other side of the alley.
Bump - A gunshot rang out, the man on the roof fell to the ground, the car door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out.
He walked up to the boy, looked down at him, and said softly, "We just killed the man who killed your mother." ”
I looked at the man, stopped breathing, my pupils fluttered, he was... White tiger...... is the top of the organization......
The boy seemed to be frightened by the gunshot, and he cried even harder.
The white tiger was not angry in the face of being ignored, he squatted down and said to the boy gently, "Are you willing to go with us?" We'll teach you how to protect yourself. ”
The boy looked up and looked at the white tiger with a confused look in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.
Baihu said patiently: "You are too weak, that's why you didn't protect your mother, if you follow us, you will become strong and can protect the people you want to protect." ”
The boy slowly turned his head and looked at his mother, who was lying in a pool of blood, thinking that his mother had collapsed in front of him just now, and he could do nothing but keep crying.
He looked back at the white tiger, wiped the tears from his face and said, "I want to become stronger." ”
The white tiger nodded, as if satisfied with the boy's answer, and he added, "But the process will be very difficult, it will be terrible. ”
The boy looked firm, shook his head and replied, "Don't be afraid!" ”
The white tiger was more satisfied, he helped the boy up, put his hand on his shoulder, and said to him, "Okay, then from now on, you will be my child." ”
The boy clenched his fists and stood up.
The sadness in his eyes seemed to fade considerably, replaced by a light, a light of hope, and a hint of resentment.