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Lin Sheng raised his thin arms under the sweater, and hugged his legs tightly together.

The snow started to fall after he was kicked out, and it has been falling continuously. After two hours of freezing, the skin on his face and hands, which cannot be hidden, has already turned red, green and numb.

He knew that the door behind him was unlocked, but he also knew that if he just walked back like this, he would suffer more than this wind and snow.

He could only keep circling his arms, shaking tighter and tighter, like a bottomless pit that endlessly looped but couldn't help but fall.

Until that unsalty child's voice passed through the wind and snow, adding a little vitality to the yard where the weeds were frozen to death for no reason.

Lin Sheng was afraid of life, the words that Liao Muyang leaned on the wall made him tremble subconsciously in shock at first, and then he slowly lifted most of his face buried in his arms.

Qingming stared straight at Liao Muyang, whose upper body was exposed on the top of the wall, and his frozen head froze for a while, before he flinched and raised his finger to point at himself.

Liao Muyang looked at the completely exposed cheeks, and saw Lin Sheng's appearance clearly.

Just thinking about the child looking thin and small, those eyes are surprisingly black and bright, coupled with the palm-sized face, the eyes are more like the round black grapes on the drawing.

"It's you, otherwise is there anyone else in this yard?"

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling with snow's moistness, he just thought that what he said was right, he really asked the question knowingly.

It's just that as soon as this thought was finished, Lin Sheng's thoughts were brought back to the beginning by the biting chill all over his body.

With a timid head, he turned his head to look at the solid glass door behind him covered by curtains, and the palms hugging his elbows tightened and tightened.

The feeling of extreme coldness on his body could not be faked, but the fear that the person in the room behind him had subtly and buried in his bones for many years restrained his hesitation.

The struggle in his heart only made him hang his head, fighting back and forth from side to side.

Liao Muyang propped his chin with one hand, watched Lin Sheng's act of turning around in a daze, and frowned unconsciously.

In this weather, even a thin hoodie feels bitingly cold to him, and the child's indecision consumes his patience little by little, and he moves impatiently and becomes stiff arm.

Looking at Liao Muyang's swaying figure from the corner of his eye, Lin Sheng thought that he was getting impatient and ready to go home.

The thin figure suddenly jumped up from the steps like a frightened rabbit.

When Liao Muyang looked up again, what he saw was Lin Sheng who was several steps closer to the partition wall.

In such a scene, Liao Muyang only thought that he was going home with him, and said to Lin Sheng directly.

"Do you have a ladder in your house?"

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng revived his frozen head and nodded.

There is a fruit tree in the backyard of the new home, and there is a climbing ladder next to the tree that the previous resident did not take away. Lin Sheng, who stays in the backyard every now and then, knows this best.

"Bring the ladder over here and climb over the wall to my side."

After Liao Muyang finished speaking, Lin Sheng walked to the fruit tree, pushed the wheeled ladder, followed Liao Muyang's words, and placed it on the wall, then squatted down to fix the ladder's wheels firmly.

Waiting for him to step up the first step, the panic in his heart turned his head back, and once again forced him to look back at the glass door that was tightly closed to block the wind and snow.

Looking at the door with eyes full of panic, it seems that there is a bloodthirsty ghost about to jump out of it.

Liao Muyang had already noticed what was wrong with the child, he raised his head and followed Lin Sheng's line of sight to the glass door with the curtain printed on it.

Although Liao Muyang is a Buddhist, his ability to judge people has always been ruthless, and he probably guessed most of Lin Sheng's thoughts. With the mentality of knowing little and caring, he once again spoke to Lin Sheng indifferently.

"The door is locked and you can't go back. First, hide in the snow with me overnight, and go home early tomorrow morning and wait for your family to open the door for you."

These words were just as tactful as the original words, and still gave Lin Sheng enough steps to find, and also smoothed the panic spreading in Lin Sheng's heart.

Hearing the words in his ear, Lin Sheng seemed to have taken a reassurance. He knew that once the glass door was closed at night, except for going back to school at dawn the next day, the people inside would not open it at night, and he could not open it outside. open.

The tangled thoughts stopped here, and Lin Sheng stepped on the steps to climb up the partition wall step by step.

He didn't look back, but thought silently in his heart that the weather was too cold, it was as cold as if he wanted to condense the little heat in his body into ice slag, and then it was blown to pieces by the cold wind.

Liao Muyang went down the ladder in two or three steps, stood at the bottom of the ladder and watched Lin Sheng step by step over the partition wall, and then down the steps, and finally stood beside him with his head down, two frozen Hongqing's slender hands tremblingly buttoned the corner of the sweater.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng who was standing in front of him up to his neck, and felt that he was thinner than when he saw it from a distance, as if he was extremely malnourished.

At the moment when the two of them were in a daze, the snow that fell was a little heavier.

Liao Muyang pinched his exposed neck while raising his hand, returned to the cold temperature, and said to Lin Sheng.

"Don't stand and blow the air, go into the house."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng lowered his head and followed the figure in front of him with silent steps.

Logically speaking, if someone who has no relationship with you invites you to stay at his house for a night, no matter how kind the intention is, it will always make people feel a little bit of rejection when they are forced to do so.

But Liao Muyang was different. His impression of Lin Sheng might only exist in this backyard with a partition wall, but Lin Sheng had already had some impression of him.

The place where the two lived was considered an old town, and the house was also a little away from the noisy places, and this neglected old town was naturally the best place for stray cats and dogs.

The winter in Xincheng is very cold, even people have to eat a few more mouthfuls of food to accumulate energy, not to mention the cats and dogs who live in no fixed place.

Lin Sheng has moved here for more than a month, and when he leaves school in the afternoon, he can always see clean cat food and enough bones in the narrow alleys that must be passed. Stray cats and dogs always gather in the alleys at that time. Non-exclusive harmony.

Lin Sheng likes small animals, but his empty wallet doesn't allow him to give these poor little ones the most basic food and clothing, not to mention that he himself is more hungry than these furry children who would roam the streets begging for a living when they were young .

It seemed to be curiosity followed by sympathy, Lin Sheng spent as much time as possible in that narrow alley for a few minutes every day after school, just to see who was the kind-hearted person who disliked dirty hairy kids like everyone else.

It's a matter of probability. After waiting for a long time, it will always happen once.

Not long ago, about two weeks ago.

There was no class in the school that afternoon, all the students were listening to the lecture, and the end of school was moved half an hour earlier, which was a rare half hour, and it was this rare half hour that allowed Lin Sheng to catch a glimpse of Liao Muyang for the first time.

Following the last twilight of early sunset in winter, Lin Sheng saw Liao Muyang half squatting with a cigarette in one hand and a bone of cat food in the other.

The ray of afterglow fell on the slender neck through the narrow alley and gentle prints, mixed with the healthy wheat color of the skin, and a palm-sized dark red rose behind the ear.

Lin Sheng looked at the dark red rose quietly, and searched in his head. The incomplete classification knowledge in the art class made him think that it was beautiful, but he couldn't think of other words.

Liao Muyang, who was half-turning towards the entrance of the alley, naturally didn't see the thin figure who had no sense of presence, and only cared about sharing the food for the cats and dogs, so as to prevent the uneven distribution and the children fighting each other.

Lin Sheng stayed outside for a limited time. He looked at the circles of smoke rings emitting from Liao Muyang's lips, as well as the slightly hooked corners of his lips where the smoke rings came from. There was a sincere and bright smile on his face, and even those bright black round eyes closed into a smile.

Lin Sheng didn't expect that Liao Muyang lived next door to his house, and he didn't expect that in this icy and snowy world, he could experience a little bit of the same kindness and warmth like those wandering furry children.

Lin Sheng's personality is introverted and even extremely timid, but he never thinks that people with tattoos are villains, and he even thinks that tattoos are generally the same artwork as the paintings in the exhibition.

Needless to say, he even thinks tattoos are better.

The colorful black and white pigments penetrate into the warm skin little by little, leaving a pattern that will never leave for life.

The never-ending sense of security Lin Sheng thinks that apart from shadows, there seems to be nothing else that can have the same meaning as tattoos, of course, except for the scars caused by external forces all over the body.

So even with his timid and shy personality, he was able to escape over the wall because of Liao Muyang's simple two sentences.

Lin Sheng only thought about how much malice a person who is full of kindness towards a furry child would have.

Even if he doesn't even know the name of the person in front of him, this remaining innocence and trustworthiness is not a good thing, but this time Lin Sheng is lucky to meet Liao Muyang who is not even malicious.

The children who were about to be submerged in the wind and snow finally had temporary shelter from the heat and cold.