What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

The wooden table left two heavy tracks on the lawn, and wherever it passed, the grass was crushed into the soil.

Little Chensong, who had worked hard to move the table to the wall, rested against the table for a while and turned his head to look at the brightly lit welfare home.

"A bunch of idiots." He sneered.

Rich people just like to show how kind they are. Isn’t this sympathy a form of contempt?

He, Chen Song, would not accept anyone's contempt!

With this thought, I regained my strength, pushed the wooden table inwards, steadied it against the wall, and began to climb onto the table.

The gate of the welfare home has two locks to prevent the children from escaping and to facilitate their management.

Chen Song scoffed at this. What's the difference between this welfare home and a cage?

He climbed onto the wooden table and tried to reach the wall with his little hands. After he climbed up with great effort, he realized that the wall was so high.

He felt a little scared in his heart, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He closed his eyes and tried to convince himself: "What is there to be afraid of?"

He opened his eyes, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said firmly: "Chen Song, you must escape, you must make a lot of money, drive a long car, and live in the biggest house! Chen Song, you must not be looked down upon by everyone!"

But all his hopes were shattered when he heard the sound of his calf cracking.

He endured the severe pain and stood up, but soon fell to the ground in a mess. He failed.

Chen Song lay face down, sobbing, tears mixed with the smell of mud rushing into his mouth.

Just as he was feeling sad, he felt someone stop in front of him.

"what happened to you?"

A gentle voice sounded, and his first reaction was to yell back: "None of your business!"

But the moment he looked up, he was stunned, and all his anger was paused.

The girl in front of me was wearing a beautiful dress with a layer of gauze on the outside, which was shining charmingly under the moonlight.

She has a small face and big eyes, which are clear and bright, reflecting her miserable self.

Even though he yelled at her, there was no fear or disgust in her eyes, and she certainly didn't look down on him.

Instead, she stretched out her fair little hand: "Shall I help you up?"

Chen Song shook his head and changed from lying down to sitting up, making himself look less embarrassed: "I just like lying on the ground, what do you care about me?"

Luo Yilan tilted her head and smiled: "In the summer, I also like to sit on the ground and eat watermelon with grandpa."

Chen Song was stunned, and a feeling of inferiority surged uncontrollably. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind: What if she found out that this was an orphanage? What if she found out that she was a poor creature that no one wanted? What if she found out that she was a bad kid who ran away?

"Hey, you..."

It’s too late, Luo Yilan has already seen it.

"Don't be sad." Luo Yilan took out a tissue from her small bag and handed it to him. It turned out that even the tissue of the beautiful little girl smelled fragrant.

Chen Song held the tissue in his hand and suddenly felt reluctant to wipe his face.

When Luo Yilan saw this, she thought Chen Song was embarrassed, so she squatted down and took a tissue to help him wipe his tear-stained face.

"Although it is night now, we will be able to see the sun tomorrow. The sun is hope. You must believe in hope."

Luo Yilan comforted him, and before Chen Song could say anything, he heard someone shouting not far away: "Baby, we're home!"

Luo Yilan responded sweetly: "I'm coming!"

"Are you leaving?" Chen Song suddenly had an idea, which was to keep Luo Yilan by his side forever.

"Yes." Luo Yilan thought of something, took off the angel pendant on the bag and handed it to him, "I made this myself, I give it to you, I hope you won't be unhappy."

Seeing Chen Song's hesitation, Luo Yilan thought he was disgusted and felt a little embarrassed: "It's a little ugly for the first time, I hope you don't dislike it."

Chen Song took the pendant and listened to Luo Yilan continue to say: "This is an angel doll, it will bring you good luck, goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

After Chen Song finished speaking in a daze, Luo Yilan had already run away. Not far away, a couple was standing by the glutinous rice cake stall. They waited for Luo Yilan to run closer, then smiled and picked her up.

"Try this glutinous rice cake and see if it smells good."

"It's delicious. Mommy eats it too."

Chen Song watched them leave and forgot about running away for a moment. It was not until a sharp voice sounded in his ears that he realized that his escape plan had failed.

"Chen Song! It's you again!"

The ambulance had not arrived yet, so the dean asked someone to help him sit down and not move.

The children all disliked him, and no one came to comfort him when they saw him injured. Chen Song was happy and at ease, but he didn't expect that the young master would come up to him.

Chen Song looked at Yue Zhou's dull eyes, and he felt happy. He tilted his head and asked, "Are you blind?"

Not during the day.

"I have night blindness and can't see things very clearly at night," Yue Zhou explained.

"Oh, he is half blind."

Chen Song's sarcasm did not have a good effect this time. Yue Zhou tilted his head and said: "Your leg may be broken."

Chen Song rolled his eyes, he knew it too.

"Why did you climb over the wall?" Yue Zhou asked, "Do you want to escape? Don't you like it here? Are you unhappy?"

There are so many problems. Chen Song cursed in his heart but said nothing.

Yue Zhou didn't get an answer from Chen Song, but he didn't get angry: "It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. You should move less recently."

Yue Zhou likes to watch the animal world. He thinks Chen Song is a hedgehog. When he encounters something scary, he stands up his quills, just like now.

Chen Song's sharp words come from fear.

Yue Zhou left without getting an answer from Chen Song, and Chen Song was the only one left in the small corner. He secretly took out the angel pendant, looked at the poor knitting skills, stroked it carefully, and murmured to himself: "My angel."

Yuezhou was carried back to the stretched Lincoln.

"What were you talking about with that brother just now?" Old Man Yue asked Yue Zhou curiously.

Yue Zhou closed his eyes and said, "Grandpa, why does the gate here have two locks?"

"They're afraid the kids will run away."

"But this doesn't feel like home anymore. It feels like a prison." Yue Zhou asked, "Who would be happy in prison?"

After Yue Zhou's words, Old Man Yue fell into deep thought.

It is indeed inappropriate to sacrifice children's freedom for the sake of ease of management.

"Grandpa, if the orphanage is good enough, no one will want to escape, right?" Little Yuezhou said, grabbing Grandpa Yue's hand.

"Xiao Zhou is right." Grandpa Yue patted his head in praise and said to the driver, "Zhang Zheng, ask them to change the door of the welfare home and see if the children need anything. Also, ask them to pay more attention to the child today."

Zhang Ping's father, Zhang Zheng, responded cheerfully, "Okay." Zhang Zheng glanced at Yue Zhou from the rearview mirror, "Miss Ming just called and asked if you want to cook a midnight snack. Today we have chicken noodle soup."

"Please warm up Xiaozhou a little." Old Man Yue shook Yuezhou's hand.

Not long ago, one of them lost his son and daughter-in-law, and the other lost his father and mother. They are the only family in the world who can rely on each other.