She suddenly threw herself on Han Qingyi and hugged his body tightly with her small, thin arms.
"Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi, nothing will happen to you, nothing will happen to you."
"You don't want anything to happen, okay?"
Ning Tong'er hugged him tightly, hugging his soft body, and cried loudly to him in a childish voice: "It's all Tong'er's fault. It's Tong'er's misbehavior that caused brother Qingyi to be injured."
She cried loudly, and the crystal tears kept falling from her eyes, dripping onto his face as pale as snow.
Perhaps only he himself can know what Han Qingyi felt at that moment.
This feeling may really only be felt but cannot be described.
His heart is so hard and cold.
He remained indifferent as he watched other people's lives being taken away on the operating table.
Seeing others in the laboratory screaming crazily due to pain and infection, he only had disgust in his eyes.
He has no heart at all, let alone sympathy.
His blood is cold.
If you are cold-blooded towards yourself, let alone others?
To him, the people in the world are just humble existences, like ants.
However, this cruel, cold, cold-blooded, and even twisted genius boy, in the midst of Ning Tong'er's childish cries, his pale face bloomed with incomparable joy, a smile that was so joyful that it made people heartbroken.
He raised it with difficulty with his other hand, took the lychees tightly held in his broken hand, and then stuffed this handful of particularly beautiful, particularly red lychees with fresh green leaves into Ning Tong's hand.
In my son's arms.
"Idiot Tong'er, brother Qingyi...how could something happen..."
He said with difficulty, but a comforting smile appeared on his face as pale as snow.
"Brother Qingyi vowed to protect Tong'er...for the rest of his life, because...Tong'er is brother Qingyi's treasure, and brother Qingyi will never let anyone hurt my treasure again."
He spoke intermittently, and said to Ning Tong'er who kept crying: "Tong'er must believe in brother Qingyi, right?"
Ning Tong'er looked at him, tears streaming down her clear red eyes, but she nodded childishly, sobbing and crying.
Han Qingyi glanced at her with relief, and finally passed out from the pain...
**The shiny green leaves slipped from the palm of his hand. Standing on the edge of the balcony, Han Qingyi came back to his senses from the long memories, with a smile that could be called happiness at the corner of his mouth.
That time, he was seriously injured and lay in the hospital for more than a month.
However, for him, this injury was worth it.
Nothing is more important than Tong'er.
There is nothing more precious than Tong'er.
You don’t need to care about everything, and you don’t need to care about everything.
But he had only these innocent eyes, which he absolutely and absolutely had to protect.
The owner of these eyes will stay with him forever, and no one can compete with him.
Tong'er, his Tong'er...
It was given to him by God.
No one can take her away from him!
And not far away, looking at him with great admiration and admiration, was Lan Ning, who was wearing light blue casual clothes, had a bookish appearance and a very comfortable temperament.
His eyes were blazing, with a kind of fanaticism and admiration for idol worship.
It's not that he doesn't know: Han Qingyi is thinking about Ning Tong'er now.
But, it doesn't matter, just like the only thing Han Qingyi cares about in his heart is Ning Tong'er. Han Qingyi is also the only important, most important... god in his heart.
For him, he would do anything.
For him, he was completely devoted.
The same long-lasting memories slowly flowed out as he looked at Han Qingyi with admiration and fanatical eyes...
In a small, broken and dirty room, there were several upper and lower iron frame beds side by side. On the hard and simple bed, there was an incredibly thin old bedding placed casually, and it looked like it had not been there for an unknown period of time.
After washing, it looks completely black and has a dizzying smell.
There was only one small window in the room, and it was closed tightly. The sun couldn't shine in at all, and the air couldn't circulate. The entire narrow, dirty room was filled with a mixture of unpleasant smells.
At this time, this small, narrow and dark room was filled with a frightening atmosphere.
Several of them were under ten years old, and there were even a few children who were only five or six years old. There were boys and girls. They all huddled up in fear and fear.
His eyes looked at the atrocities happening on the ground.
——Two strong and fierce-looking men, one carrying a thick wooden stick and the other holding a whip, surrounded a little boy lying on the ground.
This little boy looks to be six or seven years old at most, maybe a little older. Because he lives in such a dark and narrow environment, and cannot have enough food and clothing like normal children, maybe their development is slow.
It doesn't necessarily mean that he looks far inferior to normal children of the same age.
The little boy lying on the ground has fair features and a white face. He has the appearance of a very cute young lady, and he looks like he is hurting at first glance.
If you are a loving girl or mother, seeing a little boy like this, you will definitely feel that it is too late to love him. However, what he is receiving now is completely inhuman treatment.
"You damn little bastard, I asked you to serve people, but you dared to hurt them with boiling water!"
A man who was as thick as a butcher and whose face was indeed full of ferocious flesh shook the wooden stick in his hand and pointed at the little boy fiercely: "Do you know that you not only caused us to lose a big customer, but also caused us to lose a big customer?"
As a result, we have to pay a large amount of medical expenses!"
The little boy must have been severely beaten, so he lay on the ground and curled up in pain.
"...Brother...brother, I didn't mean it," the little boy defended pitifully, his voice trembling all the time, not only because of pain, but also because of fear, fear of the more terrible beatings that were about to come. "He kept letting me
Doing terrible things...I can't stand it anymore, I..."
"You little bastard, how dare you talk so hard!"
The butcher-like man suddenly became furious, raised his leg and kicked the little boy.
The little boy's thin body made a muffled sound when the leather shoes were kicked, and he suddenly started crying in pain.
Several other children huddled on their beds, and they were all trembling with fear, as if this heavy kick had hit them - because they had also experienced such treatment by useless people, so they
They all felt the same way, and no one dared to look at other friends when they were being "punished" and "disciplined."
However, because the thugs of these underground brothels, that is, the terrible men they force to call "Big Brother", in order to make them remember these lessons, they must be forced to witness them every time they "discipline" a child who makes a mistake or is disobedient.
Go check it out so you never make the same mistake again.
"Didn't I just ask you to do those things? You stinky bastard, little bastard, haven't you already done things that your parents don't want? Why are you pretending to me? How did you teach me? I think you are a
You can't remember time without being beaten, right?" The man with a sinister face laughed ferociously, "Okay, I will let you stretch your memory today so that you will never forget it!"
"No, no, brother... don't..." The little boy must have been beaten many times, so he was already scared of being beaten. As soon as he heard the word "beat", he reflexively covered his head and kept begging.
He said, "I know I was wrong. Please don't hit me. I will be obedient and do whatever you ask me to do in the future..."
However, the ferocious man let out a terrifying laugh and raised the stick in his hand viciously.
The other children huddled on the bed all gasped in fright, and some secretly covered their eyes, not daring to look any further.
"Crack!"
A heavy stick, with the sound of howling wind, hit the little boy lying on the ground hard, and the little boy suddenly screamed "ah".
This shrill scream made all the other children tremble together, as if they were hit in pain themselves.
The thick stick also had sharp barbs. When the stick came down, a long bloodstain appeared on the body of the little boy wearing thin old clothes.
"Woooooooo..."
The little boy's body was shaking constantly, and there was a long bloody mark on his back, which looked terrible.
He lay on the ground, face down, his little face tightened and wrinkled due to the severe pain, and tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground.
"How dare you cry!"
The other man holding the whip seemed to have itchy hands and couldn't wait to find a reason to use violence. He immediately kicked the little boy fiercely and then raised the whip in his hand.
Another heavy blow, a "snap" sound, long whip marks with bright red blood appeared on the boy's already injured back, and the dirty old clothes were also torn apart, revealing bright red
of flesh and blood.
"ah……"
The little boy suddenly screamed miserably, and his fingers twisted when he scratched the ground.
However, something more terrifying happened.
Because the old clothes were beaten to tears, one of the two thugs seemed to be stimulated when he saw the little boy's white and tender skin and bright red blood. He, who already had this hobby, immediately put the gun in his hand.
He threw the stick into the other man's hand and said with a ferocious smile: "You little bastard, I think you should improve your memory today and know how to serve others, otherwise you will forget again!"
The little boy had been beaten so hard that he almost fainted from the pain, but when he heard the man say such words, he was so frightened that he woke up.
His face turned pale as he kept struggling, trying to get up from the ground.
"No, don't... I don't dare anymore, brother, don't..."