The Spirit World

Chapter 421 "Good Eggs"

"What's your name?" the person who asked the question sounded a little fierce.

"My name is... my name is... what?" He asked back with his eyes wide open. Embarrassment and confusion showed in his eyes, which surprised the person opposite him. Besides surprise, he was also very impatient, extremely impatient.

"What's your name? I'm asking you what your name is!" The impatience that was revealed in the questioner's rude tone made him feel a little timid.

"I... my name is..." He was a little embarrassed, but this basic question was always answered by some people, while those who were slightly concealed would find it difficult to say it out loud...

"Don't you understand me? What's your name? I'm asking you a question! Are you really listening?"

"I... my name is... I forgot... I'm sorry..." It seemed that he really forgot, which made the person asking the question touch his head as if all his efforts had been wasted, while the person answering also sat there feeling aggrieved, at a loss as to what to do.

"What should I do? Haven't you asked yet? Hey! I say! Don't get angry at a child..." A woman came over, slowly squatted down, tore open a small piece of bread and placed it in front of him: "Little friend, the store owner has forgiven you, this is a gift from him..."

The woman put her big hand on his head. He was timid and swallowed his saliva with some fear. He was very hungry... but he just looked at it and didn't take the golden little bread.

"Look, you scared the children..." The woman hit the person who was asking the question in a bad mood, then looked into his eyes, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Little friend, don't take other people's things without permission in the future. This is wrong. Do you understand? Here, you can eat now, take it~"

Her voice was so neutral, yet so sweet to his ears.

"But... I'm hungry..." The boy touched his stomach but refused to take the bread. Although he said he was hungry, it gave people the feeling that he didn't want to eat what was in his hand.

"He's so naughty at such a young age! What will he be like when he grows up? You can tell he's so bold. Didn't you see how naughty he was when I caught him just now... He's simply a gangster... He's just pretending!" The person asking the question was obviously very angry. He glared at the little boy who still felt a little aggrieved.

"We found out... His name is Chang Yufeng... On the inside tag of his clothes, it says he's from Wutong Orphanage... He must have escaped..." Another person came over, looked at the little boy with interest and said with a smile: "This little guy is quite smart... He knew he was going to be beaten by the boss so he ran to us... Jiuxiang, you know what... If it were you, you would have been beaten a long time ago..."

"Tsk...he's so young and he's already stealing things...how can that be tolerated? No matter how smart he is, no matter how young he is, he's still a thief! Do you understand? It won't work if you don't teach him well!" The person asking the question transferred his anger to the person who just walked over, but he was also very measured.

"Alright, alright... stop talking... Let's think about how to contact this orphanage... My personal suggestion... Ah, my personal suggestion is that we should secretly send this kid back... Otherwise, it would be too hurtful to the child's self-esteem... That would really push him into the pit of fire and make him a bad boy from childhood..."

"Heh...Xunzi said! Human nature is evil! This little guy is evil to begin with! He just needs discipline. It is necessary to kill his prestige!"

The adults were talking, not paying any attention to what the children were thinking.

The child simply grabbed the bread. The squatting woman also smiled and chuckled, "Don't listen to them... They are all good uncles. If you have any difficulties in the future, come to us. We will respond to your requests! Do you understand?"

"Hey hey hey! Xiaolan, don't talk nonsense... What do you mean by granting every wish... Now it's bread, next time it might be an airplane..." The person who asked the question turned around again, he was very angry and spoke very quickly.

"There are so many people who like a cute child, why are you so prejudiced?" The woman named A Lan also stood up and went to the table to get a glass of water.

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're the only one who spoils these kids... You can spoil kids if you want, but you don't have to do it this way. If he makes a mistake..." The man who came in sat down. He wore glasses and spoke politely, "He should be punished... Let's talk to the old lady at the orphanage. Otherwise, if nothing happens, it will be bad for his growth..."

"They've already stolen things... How can that be beneficial..." The questioner became excited again, and said in a high tone: "If my child was so naughty... I would really slap him... Stealing things, huh... He would be crippled in the end..."

"Come on..." The man sitting there glanced at the little boy, then chuckled and said, "If it was your child, you would be protecting him... and you're still beating him? That's just a nice way of saying it..."

There was a lot of noise, but no one was paying attention to him. He ate with his head down, as if he couldn't hear anything. The bread was made of dry ingredients, and he could only swallow it with water.

What he wanted to "take" was the row of chocolate-flavored biscuits on top of the small bread, not the small bread itself. However, because he was in a hurry to be discovered... the chocolate biscuits fell to the ground, leaving only the small bread he had just grabbed...

"Little boy...we have called your grandmother...she will be here to pick you up soon..." The woman took the cup away, and he touched his mouth and wiped off the bread crumbs.

"Please don't tell her..." The little boy felt a little sleepy, but he didn't look apologetic at all. He just looked at the woman's nose because there was a small black spot on it.

That wasn't a mole, it was a small scar that turned black under the light.

"Don't worry, we won't tell... This is a little secret between us, we won't tell anyone, got it?" The woman was still kind, and when she squatted down and looked at him, it seemed as if his eyes were full of him, so gentle.

"I see..." He replied, not looking into her eyes, because these eyes were enough to remind him of more sad things...

Perhaps at some point in time, in some place, a young woman will regret leaving a baby boy to grow up alone.

But those are all realities between the illusory and unreal, which can never be reached.

"But..." The woman turned the topic naturally, raised her index finger happily, and said: "You have to promise me one thing..."

"What's the matter?" He was a little scared... and then he stared into his eyes anxiously, afraid that she would give some reason that would be unbearable for him.

"That's right...when you do things like this that make others angry or sad, use your smart little head to think carefully!" The woman paused for a moment, then happily touched his head again.

"What are you thinking about?" He rushed to speak. He was almost finished, but he asked anyway. His doubts were small, even naive.

"Think about it... If it were you, would you be sad or upset on your birthday? If so, just stop... okay?" The woman waited for his answer, but he was like a piece of wood, just looking at her innocently.

"But... they also make me angry and sad... Why don't they think about why I am angry and sad? If I am not angry or sad... I won't let them live. They are sad..."

The boy's voice was childish but pleasant to the ear. Everyone present heard it. Some laughed, while others shook their heads.

"Hahaha, Ah Lan... got lectured by a kid..." The man took a sip of tea and put the cup on the table. He called out with interest, "Little friend..."

"What..." The boy looked up at him.

"Some people really haven't thought about this problem... It's not that they don't want to, but they just don't want to think about others. This is wrong... Do you know why?"

Another question.

The child naturally didn’t understand. He was thinking, but he didn’t want to give up answering. It’s just that when a child thinks, he really touches his chin like in cartoons, instead of thinking silently in his heart…

Normal people's thoughts are just fleeting. No matter what they do, they just think of it... "Because..." The little boy also pointed at the chandelier on the ceiling and said: "Because they are bad guys. Bad guys never think about good people. After all, they are big bad guys!"

"No, that's not right..." The man who turned sideways stopped turning his chair. Now everyone was looking at him. He pinched his wrist and stretched his muscles.

"Why is that?" the little boy asked. Seeing that he looked like he was about to spank someone, he really didn't have a good feeling.

"Because, they are not only capable of hurting others, they just choose to hurt others. They do not choose not to hurt others, but... this is caused by their own choice... They can completely choose not to hurt others and make others sad, but they still choose to hurt others... Therefore, they are called bad guys..."

"Bad guys... then... are there good guys in this world?" The boy was also asking, but his questions were all kinds of strange. All relative things in this world exist. There are ups and downs, lefts and rights, so if there are good, there are naturally bad.

It’s just that the former is more accurate, while the latter is ambiguous.

"Of course there are good eggs in this world..." The woman took over and said jokingly: "All the uncles and aunts here are good eggs..."

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and couldn't stop smiling.

"You are the good one... your whole family is the good one... you said so much to this little guy... I don't believe it really has such a big effect... if he was older, I would have put him in a juvenile detention center a long time ago..."

The person who asked the question was polite and gentle enough, and he was smiling when he said this, although his wrinkled face looked a little unsightly.

"Promise me... think carefully before you do anything... how to not make others sad and upset... I will keep this secret for you..." The woman raised her little finger, placed her hand in front of him and waited for his response.

"Also... no matter what time it is, there are actually choices... don't listen to those who say there is no choice, that's just their rhetoric. Choices always exist. In the next second, you have a choice on how to say your next sentence. As long as you think calmly, you will have more choices..." The man sitting there raised his glass and took a sip.

"Yes... and you must be responsible for yourself, and then take action! Don't just talk nonsense. I don't know if you, a little kid, understand, but... as a good egg! I still have to say that this is my choice..." The woman looked at him gently, which made him even more embarrassed and a little shy...

"Okay... okay..." The boy seemed to have only heard and remembered a few words. He raised his little finger and hooked it on the woman's little finger: "It's agreed...you can't tell the vice-president about this..."

"Of course... I'm a good egg..." The woman tilted her head and smiled: "You have to promise me too... to be a good egg..."

"Well... OK... I will! But I can't guarantee that I will be a good egg every time! That sounds hard to do..." The little boy was a little scared, but he still shook his finger. The others also started to do their own things. They did the same. It wasn't that noisy here, but it wasn't quiet either...

In the bustling place, there are those who are shaking their hands. The good guys are probably facing the bad guys...

The bad guys always look aggrieved, but the good eggs seem to be talking angrily, without stopping.

The bad guys sigh and groan, and the good guys always shout.

"Okay, we'll take you back now, so you don't have to bother the deputy director anymore... It's not good to go in the middle of the night..."

"Okay..." The little boy retracted his fingers. The remaining warmth made him put his hand in the bag. He wanted to treasure this... warmth. He just wanted to do this, so he did it this way...

This will not make people sad or upset... because no one will lose anything, and no one will understand why you do this.

Because at the beginning, there was a very strong residual heat... and it dissipated in an instant...

"Okay, okay, a good egg has done its job! Now let's get to the car...we'll take you back...come with me, little one." The woman took his hand again, and he placed his hand on it.

What's my name...

Who could I be?
What kind of future will I have...

Why did you abandon me...

Why so gentle...

Why...my mind went blank and I just wanted to follow her...

Will time slow down? Let the owner of these warm hands stay with me for a little longer...even for a second...

call……

The little boy took a deep breath, but he misremembered it, it was an exhale, a deep... so long...

"Have you ever thought about what you want to do next?" The woman turned around and looked at him.

"without……"

"That's right, you're only a few years old... the future is too far away..." The woman felt a little disappointed, but she became happy: "It's great... you're still so young... when you grow up, you must be a good egg... got it?"

"Same as you?" the boy answered quickly.

He looked at the trees on the roadside, which were gloomy, but he was not afraid at all. He didn't know why, but he was born not afraid of the dark... Even at this late hour, he could still escape...

"Hmm..." She seemed to be answering, but with a long tail tone...

"Right... be a good egg... only when you are a good egg... can you think about other things, otherwise you would be too bad..." the woman finally answered.

He looked at the car parked on the side of the road, its headlights turned on and flashing.

Tonight, it can really be said that the moon is dark and the wind is strong, and no one can be seen...

He looked up at the sky.

"Well... be a good egg... for the rest of your life..."

(End of this chapter)