The Spirit World

Chapter 286 If I could do it again
mom.

Please forgive me, I will kill this girl.

[First level of the Heavenly Demon! Open! ]

mom.

I don't know where the wind comes from.

[Devil's Second Level! Open!]

mom.

It was too late, and the girl chose to leave.

[Devil... triple... open! ]

mom.

My life has just begun, but I don't want to make you cry.

[Demon——Ah——]

mom.

I sincerely wish that you continue to live a peaceful life.

【Ah ah ah ah ah--】

mom.

Please pretend nothing happened.

[Fourth level——]

mom.

I don't want to die.

【open!!!!!!】

【Lin'er!!! 】

In the end, who suffers, the one who waits, or the one who makes others wait?

Sometimes, I really think about these questions.

It’s not because I was abandoned, it’s not because I have no one to rely on, it’s not because I love nothing.

A dirty kid standing at someone else's door.

The well-known homeless kid.

The child who looked calm but whose heart was already full of scars.

Why, of course, it's me.

I want it too, I want it too, I want it too.

On the empty street, a few people were hurrying around. What were they rushing for? In their numb eyes, they were longing for everything they had...

In other words, she was very smart and able to see clearly since she was a child, and she was born different from other people.

The word she heard most was "Mom", because those poor and hateful children were always crying, but she always wondered why she had never thought of saying this intimate word that could be said easily.

She is so quiet, and since coming to this welfare home, she has faced everything seriously and well-behaved.

From breakfast to dinner, from the deputy dean's aunt's call to the cat's chase, from the passers-by passing by here every day to the sky that appears day after day, she is always quiet and never cries.

Although sometimes, they didn't always appear as she remembered, but she wouldn't care about it or tell anyone, it was very strange here.

She never said she was lonely.

The sky of the welfare home, the walls of the welfare home, the sky outside the walls, and the tall buildings under the sky.

The towers that rise into the sky always color the sky for a moment - it reflects them in a riot of colour - and then suddenly disappear without a trace.

That tall tower should be very, very far away, so far that it was almost impossible for her to see it.

She waited every day for that moment in the early morning, that second when she could see the tall tower that was rendered like a rainbow by the halo of light - the tall tower far away in the sky.

She needed to stand in the highest place with the best view, so the second-floor balcony of the welfare home, the wall of the welfare home, and the gate of the welfare home were places where she often stayed.

Children are not afraid of growing up.

I was fearless and expected that everything I wanted would come to me as I got older.

Children wouldn’t think how ridiculous I was at the time, but adults would definitely know that this was completely impossible.

Everything parents can give is everything children have when they enter the adult world.

Education, money, ability training, emotional cultivation, allocation of social positions, imagined ideals, and achievable ideals.

It seems as if it is destined that one will follow a person step by step for a lifetime.

From birth to death.

Everything my parents can or cannot give me has already determined everything for me in the future.

I can't complain, not only because I know how to be grateful, but also because I can't help but accept everything they give me.

In other words, this is a false proposition in itself.

Children in welfare homes don’t discuss whether it makes any difference whether their parents give them everything or nothing.

Whether there is a need for discussion is a question worth discussing.

Many times, she had to face other people's strange looks because she started to become no longer well-behaved - in order to see that beam of light, no, in order to see that colorful tower, she had to stand on the second-floor balcony when no one in the welfare home was awake yet. Now, she was standing on the wall, in front of the locked door of the welfare home, looking forward to the upcoming moment.

She didn't know why she was attracted to the light, nor why she was so obsessed with the colorful tower in the distance.

Nothing else mattered. She longed for that moment to come. But every time she saw it, she would feel disappointed, because it was ultimately out of reach.

Until one day, a new child came to the welfare home.

She witnessed the arrival of the child - in the early evening, in the morning when the sky had not yet risen, a woman in a black robe - she saw the black-robed woman's beautiful black hair hanging down to her waist - she leaned her face against the child's forehead, almost forcibly, and then cruelly separated them, and placed the child at the door of the orphanage.

The man in black wanted to turn around again, but she noticed her and tilted her head towards the wall.

Their eyes met, a pair of bright black eyes collided and touched the star-like eyes, those innocent and rosy eyes.

The man in black seemed to be about to cry, his face slightly flushed, but when he saw her he could no longer be moved, and all he could do was look back and take a deep breath.

That was also the last time she saw the lady, her face, her appearance, and her eyes, all erased by the long and ruthless years.

"What's your name..."

She looked at the child who had woken up.

"I... they all call me Chang Yufeng... but... you should just call me Chang Yufeng... that should be my name."

Chang Yufeng took a mouthful of porridge. The feeling of hunger made his liver and kidneys tremble. During the time he was eating, he could feel his stomach was empty, forcing him to bite the egg into his mouth again and again.

"Ah... like this..."

She took a sip of the porridge slowly, but her eyes lingered on Chang Yufeng's hands and his appearance.

He looked no different from other boys, with two eyes, a nose, a mouth and two ears.

Maybe the only thing that makes him different is that he has a red mole shaped like a plum blossom between his eyebrows. Maybe it’s not a mole, but that plum blossom is sometimes as red as a blood stain, and it is as beautiful as it can be.

"My name is Lin'er, and they all call me that."

"Lin'er?"

"Yes, Wang Zhilin, Lin'er."

"Yufeng, feather, maple leaf."

"Oh, your name is very...special."

"Your name is special, too."

"what?"

"You didn't say your last name."

"Oh, it doesn't matter what my last name is, you just need to know that my name is Lin'er."

"My last name is Chang, Chang Yufeng. This is the only correct name. Otherwise, it wouldn't be me."

"Ha, really."

"Yes. How old are you?"

"Five? Five and a half?"

"I'm six years old."

"Then...should I call you brother? Brother Yufeng?"

"Why do you call me brother? We are not related by blood at all."

"No... I don't mind. I mean, it's okay even if I call you Brother Yufeng. You are older than me anyway."

"Hmph~ You're very interesting."

Chang Yufeng swallowed the porridge in one gulp, shook his shoulders, and wiped his mouth with his arm.

"Hmm~ Thank you for the compliment."

Lin'er picked up the porridge and took another sip.

“Everyone here likes you very much.”

"Oh."

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

Lin'er looked at him in surprise. This was only the seventh day since he woke up. For the other six days, Lin'er had been observing this new boy. It was only at this moment that she spoke to him.

"Escape."

"Escape... We don't need to escape. Why should we escape? The door is clearly open. As long as you want to go out, Auntie Vice Dean..."

"We have to escape...Lin'er."

Chang Yufeng sat quietly in the chair, waiting for Lin'er to finish her porridge.

"I...didn't you hear me?"

Lin'er put the porridge down, looked at the other children drinking porridge with confusion, and then turned her gaze to Chang Yufeng.

"So you don't understand anything. I thought you could see it."

"what?"

Lin'er exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Chang Yufeng in front of her was looking at her intently.

That look seemed to say.

How much do you know about the real world?

(End of this chapter)