Chapter 94

Ling Shen didn't know if the little girl had seen him, but she still didn't think she was hiding in a more corner.

Fortunately, the little girl didn't look long. She looked back and asked Ning Zhiyao.

"Sister, are you alone in your family?"

Ning Zhiyao helped her disinfect the wound on her leg, straightened up a little and continued to help her deal with the wound on her arm.

"This is not my home." Ning Zhiyao said, "I'm just the nurse of this family."

"Nurse?" the little girl looked around and wondered, "are there any patients here?"

Ning Zhiyao's hand gave a meal, then smiled and looked up at the little girl: "it's not a patient, it's just the person I want to take care of. He's a little quiet."

The little girl may think of the window with heavy curtains drawn day and night, and then think of the repressive silence of the house. She can probably guess what another person in the house is like.

She just managed to climb to the second floor, but found a small gecko on the leaf of Parthenocissus. She was startled and fell from the second floor.

After Ning Zhiyao helped the little girl deal with the wound, he also pasted a band aid. When it was cool in midsummer, Ning Zhiyao also told the little girl not to use Pengshui for the wound, and the little girl nodded obediently.

She took the green tennis ball out of the yard, stood at the gate of the yard and looked back. The window on the third floor was still closed.

The little girl curled her mouth: "it's really like a witch in a fairy tale."

……

The old house where Ling Shen lives is in an old urban area and an old street. Beside the street are towering banyan trees. When the weather is good, the sun will penetrate through the leaves to form a light green wave.

The sky was quiet and the ground was noisy. The peddler selling popsicles in a tricycle shook the rattle happily, and a group of children ran behind with change.

Young people go to prosperous places for development. Under the shade of trees, old people with PU fans and sweaters enjoy the cool.

It has been almost a year since Ling Shen moved here, but in this place, Ling Shen only contacted the outside world on the day he moved in.

Yes, Ling Shen hasn't been out since the day he moved in.

He enclosed himself in the house, in the dark room.

Only the silence of darkness and death can give him a sense of security.

Because it is an old city, the people living here are very "old". This old does not mean old age, but those who have lived here since they were born.

For those people,

They are too familiar with everything in this street. They are familiar with every vendor, every plant and every face here.

In addition to the villa, the villa had been empty before. No one moved in until one year. When the younger generation heard the gossip of the elderly here, they said that the villa belonged to an old house of a rich family.

Although someone moved in, the villa was still quiet as if no one lived in it. After that, the nurses who occasionally went out to buy and the lights that came out of the windows at night could prove that there were people in it.

Some adolescent children have noticed for a long time. They are like the king of a country, and the villa is a territory they have not occupied.

Ling Shen sometimes sits by the window, opens the shading curtain a little, and then looks at the outside world through that crack.

The outside world is very lively, but he doesn't think he belongs to this world.

Yes, he doesn't belong to this world. He should have died as early as the day he witnessed his parents' tragic death.

One year after moving in, when Ling Shen couldn't sleep, he would lie on the window and peep at the outside world, just like a person who is not accommodated by the world, greedily peeping at the beauty of the world.

Until recently, he could only see the little girl.

On the side of the road opposite the old house, someone pushed a car to sell watermelon. The little girl jumped up with her skirt and stood next to the watermelon stall. She didn't know what to say to the stall owner. The stall owner laughed and took a watermelon from her car to her.

Ling Shen saw this scene and his eyes moved slightly.

He also wants to eat watermelon.

He stayed in his room and didn't go out. Ning Zhiyao always provided him with good meals, but children always greedy for something without nutrition.

He hasn't eaten watermelon for a long time.

Ling Shen was watching and saw Ning Zhiyao coming back from the outside. She took a taxi and the car stopped by the side of the road. After she got off the bus, she carried big and small bags in her hand and was worried about how to move in.

When the little girl across the road saw it, she said something to the owner of the watermelon stall, and then came bouncing over.

"Sister Zhiyao, let me help you." when she said this, she had taken something from Ning Zhiyao's hand.

Ning Zhiyao saw her and immediately smiled on her tired face: "it's you. Is the scratch on your arm OK?"

The little girl raised her arm and looked at it. She didn't notice whether it was good or not. After that day, she tore Ning Zhiyao's band aid and made the wound scab. Ning Zhiyao asked. She looked down at her arm and saw that the wound was all right. She said, "much better."

The little girl helped Ning Zhiyao move things back to the villa. Ling Shen saw it, drew the curtains again, walked out of her room like last time, came to the corner of the second floor and peeped at the little girl.

The little girl helped Ning Zhiyao. Ning Zhiyao left Sheng xialiang to make dessert with her.

The little girl is cute and thin, and often looks at everyone with a simple and innocent expression. Ning Zhiyao was captured at once. For such a while, she treats the little girl as her sister, and let bygones be bygones for the last time she climbed the wall and the building.

Ning Zhiyao wants to make roasted bud. She adds light cream, sugar, condensed milk and milk together, mixes them well, heats them until the sugar melts, and then adds two egg yolks

Ling Shen, hiding at the corner of the second floor, smelled the sweet smell in the air.

This exquisite dessert is sent to Lingshen's room every day, but Lingshen won't eat it.

He has lost his desire for food, and because of the hunger strike, he sometimes needs to inject glucose to survive.

Lingshen thought he didn't want to eat, but now Lingshen realized that he didn't want to eat, but he didn't want to stay alone in the cold room and eat a plate of exquisite snacks.

He didn't want to admit it, but he really felt that there was no love and life in those snacks.

From the moment his parents died, Lingshen was disconnected from the love of the world and the breath of life in the world.

Now he smelled the sweet smell from the kitchen, and his appetite was finally awakened.

The little girl stood at the kitchen door and watched Ning Zhiyao busy. Her little head leaned against the door. When Ning Zhiyao's vision swept over, she immediately showed a sweet smile.

Ning Zhiyao made three roasted buds. When she brought them out, the little girl asked, "is there anyone else?"

The little girl is smart. She climbed up the third floor and saw Ling Shen before, but after the first two times, she guessed that the people in the house don't want outsiders to know about the room on the third floor.

She knew that this roast bud was for the boy on the third floor, but she asked on purpose.

Ning Zhiyao subconsciously glanced at the position of the stairs on the second floor and said with a slight smile: "yes, there is another child."

(end of this chapter)