Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

The young Song Zhili saw him grimacing in pain and crying, and then he remembered that he had some remedies for bruises and sprains on him.

He quickly searched for it from his body and stuffed it all into the other person's arms.

"Take these medicines and remember to hide them. Apply some whenever you get hurt. They are very effective."

Little Changying shed tears again while holding the medicine.

He wanted to wipe away his tears but he couldn't even use his hands to do so.

"Thank you, brother, you are so kind!"

"wrong……"

The boy asked, "What's wrong?"

Little Chang Ying sobbed for a while, then looked up at him and said, "We are both nine years old, so I can't call you brother. It's not fair to you."

"You call me Brother Song, that's fair!"

"..."

Song Zhili felt like he had seen this scene before, but he just couldn't remember it.

If the child in front of me was really my childhood self, and my nine-year-old self at that...

Could it be that he had actually come to this world once during the year he was in a coma?

But why didn't he have any impression at all...

Take visiting a brothel for example. If he had really traveled through time as a child, this would indeed seem like something he would do.

Yu Qianlin rubbed his neck and said in an unusually good mood: "I didn't expect that Ali knew this person when he was a child."

"..."

Song Zhili's eyebrows twitched. Could he say that he didn't know Chang Ying at all?

Obviously, such an answer is extremely weak compared to the current situation.

He pushed the other person and said, "I forgot."

Yu Qianlin did not let him go because of this. Instead, he said coquettishly: "Ali, let me hold you for a while~"

"...I'm not going to run away. You've been holding me for so long. We're here to do serious business!"

"No, what if you suddenly disappear? I won't be able to catch you then."

Hearing these words, Song Zhili felt an inexplicable dull pain in his chest.

Suddenly, he couldn't bear to push the other person away, and he raised his hands involuntarily and hugged the man in front of him.

"Stop shaking, you are childish."

"I am happy because only in front of you can I be myself."

Who would like to be a cold and heartless person? What a happy thing it is to be childish in front of your loved one.

"you……"

Song Zhili couldn't guess what this person had been through, but for a man who didn't even dare to take off his mask when facing the world, his past must have been very painful.

He gently stroked the other person's back and said softly, "Just be yourself."

The young boy Song Zhili brought little Changying to a guest room. After settling her down, he began to say goodbye to her.

"You must be well. I will come to see you when I have time. There are people waiting for me outside. Bye!"

After the boy finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

His body passed through the two people behind him and ran to the other end of the corridor.

Song Zhili originally wanted to chase after him to see who the other person was talking about, but as soon as he took a step, the scene in front of them changed.

"If my memory is correct, then why didn't Chang Ying recognize me just now?"

Yu Qianlin said: "Some memories will be forgotten in the subconscious. It's normal that he didn't recognize you. If Ali wants to, you can remind him a little bit at that time, maybe he will remember it."

Song Zhili nodded.

It was dark around them at the moment, but they could vaguely see that this was an unlit room.

"Xiaoying, this is some of the savings that mother has accumulated over the past few years. Take it."

In the dim space, a delicate female voice suddenly fell into their ears.

Yu Qianlin snapped his fingers lightly, and the next moment, their vision immediately became bright.

At this moment, Song Zhili finally saw clearly the scene in front of them.

Chang Ying has grown a lot taller than he looked just now, but his body is still so thin that it makes people feel distressed.

Standing in front of the other person was a pale and beautiful woman, who looked exactly like Chang Ying.

However, compared with Chang Ying's sick condition, Chang Wan's health is obviously much better than hers.

The boy shook his head desperately and was unwilling to take the purse that the other party stuffed into his hand.

His voice was full of sobs: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly not want me? Rong's mother said that I can go out to make money tomorrow. If you ask me to leave this place, where can I go..."

"Make money, make money!"

Chang Wan's eyes turned red and she suddenly yelled at him, "Do you think this money is easy to make? I haven't told you all these years because I don't want you to end up like me!"

Chang Ying asked in confusion: "Who?"

"Do you know who Rong's mother is going to ask you to pick up tomorrow? That person is the big boss of our store. He is attracted by your beauty and wants to take you back to his house."

"Xiaoying, if you follow them there, you may never be able to escape this kind of life in your life..."

The woman forcefully stuffed the purse into the man's clothes, and then pushed him to the window without saying a word.

"Jump down from here and keep walking north. Someone will pick you up at the intersection. Leave here and live the life you want!"

Chang Ying asked with a trembling body: "What about you, won't you come with me? This place is not good at all, and I don't want to stay here any longer, okay?"

He wanted to hold the other person's hand, but the person in front of him dodged him.

Chang Wan smoothed his hair at the temples tenderly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mother can't leave, and I can't continue to protect you..."

"I'm sorry, Xiaoying. It's my fault that I couldn't give you a good life. I hope you can live a more colorful life in the future."

She thought so beautifully, but she never imagined that the man who had been sharing his heart with her for more than ten years would eventually take advantage of her trust and sincerity and push her son into hell with his own hands.

Chang Ying failed to escape successfully because as soon as he jumped out of the window, several people surrounded him.

Rong's mother walked up and hit the other person on the leg with a stick without saying a word.

"I didn't expect that bitch Chang Wan would dare to let you escape. I didn't want to believe it when I heard it. It's a pity that I was so tolerant of you and your son before."

"Bah! I'm really blind!"

The blow from her stick directly knocked Chang Ying's legs unconscious.

The young boy curled up on the ground, hugging his legs, his thin body shaking uncontrollably.

"No... no, I wanted to escape on my own. It has nothing to do with my mother. She knows nothing!"

Mother Rong sneered and said, "Chang Ying, today I will tell you that even if you hadn't run away, your mother, that bitch, would not have survived."