"Uncle Zhong, are you awake yet?" I heard a very clean voice, not deep, but very nice.
A slightly older voice replied: "The doctor said it's time to wake up now. I don't know why...ah, young master, wake up, wake up!"
I opened my eyes and looked around in surprise. This was not a dark and damp stone house, but rather like an old castle in a fairy tale. The curtains were fluttering, light green like a dream. Outside the window was a large blue sea.
, in the middle of winter, the sun shines brightly, and the sea water glows with golden waves under the sunlight.
What I saw in front of me was not the wretched face of a man or the sharp look of a woman, but the face of a man in his forties, slightly wrinkled, but full of surprise and kindness. He asked me softly: "Little girl, how do you feel?
How about it?"
I was trying hard to recall what happened before I fainted, and it seemed that I was asking someone for help. At that time, Aunt Pei's people were rushing over. So, is that boy okay?
I looked around anxiously and saw a young man leaning against the door.
He is ten years old and wears a white shirt. The room is not cold and I don't know if the heating is on. The white shirt brings out his clean temperament and makes his hair thick and black. He
His hands were inserted into the pockets of his black trousers. The slim-fitting trousers made his legs straight and slender.
My eyes focused on his face, his facial features were three-dimensional, and his eyes were deeper than the sea outside the window. I couldn't look directly at him, so I timidly withdrew my gaze.
Remembering that he was not implicated by me, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The moment I looked back, he took a step forward, approached the edge of the bed, and the first thing he asked was: "Are you hungry?"
He didn't hear my answer, and he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he lifted my quilt, picked me up, and said to Uncle Zhong, "Bring over the millet porridge."
I was held and sat on his lap, my body nestled into his arms.
His embrace was very comfortable, and there was a fresh gardenia fragrance that can only be found in the mountains.
The millet porridge was brought to his hand. His fingers were white and slender. He held the white porcelain bowl glazed with unknown red flowers. He put one hand around my arm, grabbed the spoon, and scooped out a spoonful for me.
of mouth.
The fragrance of millet porridge and the thought that I was safe made me involuntarily relax my tense nerves and open my mouth.
He didn't talk to me anymore and fed me spoonful by spoonful carefully.
But I heard Uncle Zhong ask me: "Little girl, what is your name?"
I raised my head from his arms and opened my mouth. The boy said, "She can't make a sound. Didn't the doctor just say that? She must have been frightened."
After feeding me a bowl of millet porridge, the young man stroked my hair and asked me to lie back on the bed while asking Uncle Zhong to bring me paper and pen.
I thought he was going to ask me something.
Sure enough, he asked me my name, the names of my family members.
I held the pen in my hand and wanted to lower my head to write, but the pen touched the paper and I couldn't write.
I looked up at him blankly and shook my head.
"Can't you tell me?" He asked in a low voice, comforting me and saying, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhong and I are not bad people. If you tell us this information, or your parents' phone numbers, we can find a family member for you."
I shook my head and wrote on the paper: "I don't remember."
His beautiful thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he said to Uncle Zhong: "Go prepare a case and see if you can find a family member for her."
I thought of Xiaocao and the others still living there, living that kind of life every day, so I grabbed him and wrote anxiously on the paper: human rice, stone house, Xiaocao, Xiaoqigai (beggar)...
He comforted me, nodded and said, "I understand, I'll ask Uncle Zhong to tell the police in more detail. You can sleep a little longer."
