Whether Chang Xia accepts it or not, the old man with rosacea is going to stab Chang Xia's hand with a paralytic needle.
"Stop it." A crisp boy's voice came from the little boy Chang Xia had just seen.
The boy didn't know when he got out of bed and stepped on a weak step. He said to the old man with a kind of command tone: "let this girl go, you can't do that."
Chang Xiadao felt that it was futile for the boy to do so. As a child, how could the old man with rosacea listen to him. In fact, on the contrary, the boy's words obviously worried the old man with rosacea.
After a long hesitation, the old man said, "young master, you should have a rest. You can't be healthy..."
"I asked you to let the girl go, did you hear me?" The boy's voice was cold and his tone was a little impatient. The old man with rosacea didn't dare to resist after hearing his words, so he let Chang Xia go.
In front of a sudden scene, make small often summer feel can't believe, in the heart think, this boy is Superman, how he talks, that old man is listen to. For a time, the little boy became Chang Xia's hero. As soon as she was released, she immediately hid behind the boy.
The boy is also reliable at this time, with a small body and resolute eyebrows: "you all leave here, I don't want to see you."
"Young master..." the old man didn't want to talk. His thick lips wriggled as if he wanted to say something more.
"Get out of here. Do you forget what my mother told you? If you want to listen to me, you can't make me angry. Don't you forget... "In the middle of the speech, the little boy suddenly coughed. At this time, we can find that the boy's face was pale and his skin was cold.
"Are you ok?" Chang Xia, hiding behind him, asks if she is worried about what will happen to the boy. If anything happens to him, Chang Xia's only support will be gone.
The boy looked back. Although he looked weak, he revealed a kind of stubbornness. Knowing that Chang Xia was worried about himself, he said, "I'm ok."
"It's ok..." Chang Xia grabbed the corner of his coat with both hands, timid and uneasy, "but what can you do to help me?"
"I don't know... But I'll find a way to help you. No matter what happens next, I won't hurt you. I'll protect you."
Chang Xia's heart is moved, "protect you", this sentence Chang Xia only heard from her parents, but the boy said the same thing to himself.
The feeling in my heart is like a tender seed sprouting and blooming. Chang Xia can't deny that she likes the boy in front of her.
Unfortunately, the old man in front of him said something that shocked Chang Xia.
"Young master, what are you talking about? If this girl leaves, how can you save your life?"
What the old man said made Chang Xia fall from heaven to hell.
What did that old man mean? He said the boy needed my blood? Isn't this pretty boy trying to protect me? How can I have my blood?
Chang Xia looked at the boy, the boy also looked back at her, two eyes, can see a distrust.
"Is that true, you need my blood?" Chang Xia asked.
The boy didn't answer. At this moment, his firm and clear eyes dissipated and turned into an evasive look. He seemed to be hiding something.
Chang Xia knew that what the old man said was true. The boy needed his own blood.
"So you are also a bad guy..." Chang Xia stepped back and looked at the boy who had just believed in him. Now this reliable boy is like a wolf in sheep's clothing. He may come back and bite himself at any time.
The boy thinks that Chang Xia misunderstood and takes a step to explain. But as soon as he raises his feet, Chang Xia shouts in a hurry: "you don't come here, you don't come here..."
"No, you misunderstood."
"I don't get it wrong. You want my blood. You're with this group." Chang Xia is agitated and shakes her little hand. She says in repulsion.
The old man with rosacea saw the opportunity and quickly picked up Chang Xia. As soon as the paralytic needle was raised, the needle was stabbed on Chang Xia's arm.
Chang Xia wants to struggle, but the old man uses all his strength to hold Chang Xia down.
As if bound by several thick hemp ropes, Chang Xia couldn't move. He just waited for the cold metal needle to pierce the skin and the liquid to flow through his body. Finally, he fell unconscious and fell down.
Later, when Chang Xia woke up again, she found that she was in a hospital, surrounded by her parents, who looked at herself with great concern.
"Daughter, you wake up..."
Yes, Chang Xia escaped from the hand of death. The abduction and blood drawing incident didn't kill her. The other party just took her blood.
However, the incident left a strong psychological shadow. For nearly five years, Chang Xia would think of the old man with rosacea, the veiled woman in cheongsam, and the lovely little boy.
Those are terrible nightmares, like haunted ghosts haunting themselves, but time is a magical healing drug. When they grow up slowly, the frightening memories disappear like smoke.
Today, eighteen years later, Chang Xia thinks of everything. Standing in Qi's living room, looking at the news on her mobile phone screen, she seems unbelievable. Could it be said that it was the Qi family who kidnapped him, the little boy was Qi Qian, and the masked woman was Ye Caixin? With the flood of memory, Chang Xia colludes with the events one after another, and she begins to doubt the truth of the matter. Hua Xiaoling saw that Chang Xia was absent-minded and thought that Chang Xia knew something. She asked, "is this true, young lady, or is all the news false?"“ I don't know... "Chang Xia really doesn't know. Now she's confused, just like she's in the fog and can't see anything clearly. In fact, if you really want to know whether it is true or not, just ask the person involved in the incident. If Qi Qian was a little boy, he would tell himself. Usually Qi Qian came back from work at 11 pm. Chang Xia wanted to wait for him to come back and ask again, but he was so flustered and anxious that he couldn't wait, so he called immediately. Telephone did not get through, in a busy state, there is no way Chang Xia can only wait for him to come back first. Hua Xiaoling saw Chang Xia's anxiety and comforted him: "young lady, why don't you take a bath first? I think people will relax after taking a bath."“ Well... "Chang Xia promised that he could only do it now. It's no use to be anxious now. Anyway, it's 18 years old, and it's nothing to know later. Walking into the room, a familiar voice comes, but Chang Xia is stopped by Ye Caixin.