Beauty has a disease

But the other children didn't get it well either, and the little boy was able to fight a group of people evenly by himself.

"Yo, it's a gang fight." Ember paced over with her hands behind her back, she looked at the little boy with a playful look on her face, and then she immediately turned serious, "I'm going to call the police to arrest you when you're young. , arrest you and put them in prison for a few days!"

The prison is very scary for adults, let alone children, they immediately dispersed and ran away like rabbits.

After the children ran away, the little boy also fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength, clutching his wound, looking downcast, looking lifeless.

Embers stopped in front of the little boy.

For a moment, the little boy didn't look up and didn't respond, and Ember looked down at him without saying anything, the air was stagnant, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

"Aren't you getting up?" Ember finally spoke out first, but the little boy still looked like he didn't hear it.

"Can't understand the official words of the Great Enlightenment?" Ember leaned over and squatted down, the translucent silk scarf was hanging down and softly placed on the little boy's hand covering his forehead, he could vaguely smell the faint fragrance floating, and he seemed to be awakened Yes, fingers curled up.

When the wind picked up, he happened to raise his head, and the face scarf slanted away to reveal his real face. A pair of dark eyes were close at hand, but they were as far away as the cold moon in the sky, and he was a little dazed.

"Don't you want to wake up?" Ember lowered her voice, but at this time the two of them were very close, and there was no one around, so even if she lowered her voice, the little boy could still hear her very clearly.

But what surprised the little boy at this moment was that what Ember was speaking was no longer Dayu official language, but Kohler's language.

"You can't really not hear it, can you?" A trace of suspicion flashed in Ember's eyes.

"You...what do you come to me for?" He also spoke Kohler's language, "Who are you?"

The little boy could recognize Ember. Others might recognize people only by faces, but he never recognized people by faces.

"Did you come to me on purpose?" A glint of hope flashed in the boy's eyes, but he quickly snuffed it out and forced it down.

That's right, she just sent away his "father" today, making him a real homeless orphan. If she had saved him, how could she have kept silent and ignored him back then?And he used his identity to blackmail others.

After three questions in a row, Ember didn't answer any of them. She stretched out her hand towards the little boy, and continued to communicate with him in Kohler, "Get up first."

The little boy stared at the white, clean, shapely and slender hand in front of him in a daze, and forgot to react for a while, until Ember thought that the little boy didn't want to hold her hand and used his strength to take it back, the little boy suddenly took the initiative to hold it. Ember's hand, "Are you here to save me?"

"Are you my Davana?"

God Dawana is one of the gods believed by Kohler, which means protection and salvation.

"I'm not." Ember pulled the little boy up, "I didn't come to look for you, I just ran into you by accident while walking around, so I took care of it in a hurry."

"Find a way to go back to Kohler, Dayu, Jiangnan, this is not the place for you to stay."

After all, Ember passed the little boy and continued to walk forward. As Ember himself said, she was really just walking around casually and bumped into her by accident. It was only because she suddenly wanted to meddle in his own business that she helped him out. .

I can't tell what kind of fragrance it is. The faint and cold fragrance passed by the boy. The boy reached out to grab it, but he only grabbed a handful of air without any fragrance.

Nothing stays.

The boy turned his head to look at the back of Ember who was gradually disappearing at the corner of the alley, and pursed his lips.

He couldn't keep anything after all.

-

The charcoal in the charcoal basin has not been burnt out yet, after the embers lifted the iron cage and added some charcoal, he curled up beside him with a big cloak, most of his face was buried in the rolled fox fur, and the flames burned and engulfed him. The new charcoal grows stronger again, and the eyes of the embers are reflected brightly, but the surroundings of the tongue of fire reflected in the eyes are dark.

Twilight is about to rise, and the rosy clouds are on the line.

Ember sat on the carpet, shrunk back into the cloak again until her entire body was completely tucked into the cloak, and rubbed her upper abdomen gently with her hands.

I don't know if I'm hungry or in pain.

After a long time, the night swallowed up the sunlight, the bright moon hung high and half hidden behind the dark clouds, a shadow appeared on the window paper, and the shadow cooed a few times.

Only then did Ember slowly move her body that was numb from being still for a long time, and opened the window, and the carrier pigeon spontaneously landed on her arm.

When you have read the letter, throw it into a basin of coals and let the embers of the unquenched sparks consume it.

-

In the early morning of the next day, Ember opened the door, and a lump of black stuff poured in. Ember was a little too slow to react, and was hit right on the ground.

She looked down, and it turned out to be a dirty child.

He curled up, his beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, and his face flushed abnormally.

who is coming?

Oh, it seems to be that refugee's kid, Kohler's little boy.

Ember sighed, and touched his forehead. It was hot to the touch. Ember didn't care about the child's dirtyness, so he bent over and picked up the child as if resigned to his fate, and put him in the side room. He lit a pot of charcoal for him, and covered him with a bed. quilt.

In summer, fire is made, and sweat is covered with sweat.

It has to be said that this kid's vitality is tenacious enough, about two hours later, the little thing woke up.

When Ember came to add carbon, he found that the little boy had already sat up by himself.

"woke up?"

Ember walked over and reached out to touch his forehead, "Don't hide, if you hide again, you will be thrown away."

The little boy was really honest.

The temperature is still a little high, but it has dropped.

"Anya."

"What did you say?" Ember didn't hear clearly.

"Anya, I've seen a portrait of you." The little boy probably had a fever, and his voice was rough, as if he had lost moisture, and sounded dry.

"Don't misidentify people, don't gossip about relationships, the portrait may be a little distorted, I'm not Anya."

"Anya, you are shorter than yesterday."

Ember glanced at him, "Can I wear shoes without insoles today?"

The child is silent.

"I was almost led astray by you." Ember rubbed the space between her brows, "Why are you at my door? Didn't I ask you to find a way to go back to Kohler?"

"I can't go back."

"How do you know you can't go back if you don't think about it." Ember's voice was calm, without ups and downs, "If you don't think about it, you will never be able to do it."

"I, don't know others, others, I want to follow you."

Ember understood now: "...So you are relying on me?"

The child didn't speak, it was the default.

Ember was about to laugh angrily, "What kind of logic are you talking about? I have no relationship with you, why should I support you?"

"Because you are Anya."

Ember: "..." I can't figure it out.

The last two chapters have been revised again. The plot has not changed much. If you don’t want to read it, you can ignore it. It doesn’t affect the reading very much.