He had no other extravagant hopes, he just longed for one day to find Xiao Chu back.
He didn't know what happened to him after he separated from Xiao Chu;
I don’t know if he was waiting for me in this cold alley after escaping, or if he was disappointed by the wait, so he left, and finally lost him.
He knows nothing!
At that time, he was just a helpless child. He was injured and slept in the hospital for three full days. The first moment he woke up, he struggled to leave the hospital and ran here, never to see Xiao Chu again.
They were too young at the time. When Uncle Yuan's accident happened, Huahua was only three years old and couldn't write half a word. He was only five years old and had just learned to write. Uncle Yuan had personally taught him how to write about himself and his children.
He took note of Chu's name carefully, but still made the wrong spelling.
At that time, he couldn't arrange his life. He waited in the alley behind McDonald's for more than half a month. When the trafficking group was destroyed, he still didn't see Xiao Chu. He couldn't arrange his life and was placed in an orphanage.
After leaving the hospital, I often came here to look for him. I searched street after street, but I couldn't find Xiao Chu anymore.
He had fantasized countless times that one day when Xiao Chu grew up, he would be obsessed with his brother Ling, whom he depended on for life, and would want to search for and find this McDonald's. Even if it was just a clue, he would still find him.
This wait is twenty-one years.
"What impression is there? What on earth did you bring me to this ghost place for? It's spooky!" Huahua looked around uncomfortably. Could this place be haunted, like a scene from a horror movie?
It's so dark, maybe there's something supernatural about it!
"I don't like it here, I have to leave." Huahua felt her heart pounding and she couldn't wait to leave this hellish place.
There was a flash of loss in Lingyin's eyes. He really didn't remember it and it had no impact at all?
"You touch this," Lingyin pulled him down, grabbed his hand, and stroked the wall of the alley.
Huahua couldn't shake it off with all her strength, so she growled: "What are you doing! What the hell are you touching?"
When your fingers touch the wall, you will feel the cold touch, the uneven and bumpy texture.
Next to my ears was Lingyin's somewhat disordered voice: "Can you tell what the word is?"
"Where are the words? It's so dark. Who can see it?" Huahua muttered irritably, touching the textures with his heart, and a picture flashed in his mind. It was very blurry. He couldn't see it, and he didn't care. A gust of cold wind happened to blow.
He shuddered, and suddenly felt that this place was really scary. He pulled his hand back hard, his hair swishing, and said, "Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, you will stay here alone. I
I don’t want to stay here, don’t you think it’s scary here?”
When Lingyin heard what he said, his mood plummeted even further.
Does he have no memory?
It's no wonder that he had just celebrated his fifth birthday the year they were separated. How could he remember so many things at such a young age? He just didn't have any memory at all. Lingyin couldn't accept it in his heart, and always longed for him to remember her.
Even if you only remember a little bit, it is still good.
"There are two people's names here, but many of the strokes are written wrong, so you probably can't recognize them." Lingyin hid the disappointment in his heart and said: "One name is mine, and the other name is the world in my mouth.
My uncle's sister, these two names were engraved on it by us one stroke at a time."