who is the real hero

After re-treatment of Leng Mingshang's arm, there was no longer that lingering, cold and tingling feeling.

He was tortured and didn't sleep well for several nights. Unlike Qin Xian's laid-back college students, there were a lot of things in the company waiting for him to go back and deal with.

The medicine box was put away by Qin Xian in a hurry, and Leng Mingshang turned on the computer, unable to read a single word of the files inside.

He wanted to take a bath. When Qin Xian wiped his sweat, he was actually awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes.

After changing into clean clothes, the temperature of the central air conditioner in the room is moderate. My body feels dry and the surface temperature is low, making it suitable for sleeping.

But Leng Mingshang felt that his whole body was covered with the heat from someone's fingers passing by, and his chest felt congested with fire when he scratched.

There was no special smell on Qin Xian's body. Less than 5 minutes after he left, the room was washed again by the smell of negative oxygen ions, and there was nothing left.

Leng Mingshang took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and finally decided to respect the doctor's order and go to sleep.

He may be too tired, so his mind is full of the appearance of that person.

Whether it's a serious look, an angry look, or a tricky smile at himself, Qin Xian, like the shadow of pain on his wound, occupied his brain non-stop.

The more Leng Mingshang tried to forget this person, the more clearly he recalled all the details.

In just a few days of getting along with each other, my brain replayed everything in front of Leng Mingshang.

It felt so bad, he had never experienced it before, and he felt like he was losing himself.

Woke up from a restless sleep, Leng Mingshang dialed the assistant's number, and within 5 minutes, a series of numbers were sent to the mailbox.

Leng Mingshang was eating dinner made by his aunt at the dining table, the light in the living room was not turned on very brightly, and the whole city could be seen immersed in the light.

"Hello?" A slightly polite voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, Leng Mingshang."

"Ah, little wound, what's the matter?" The voice suddenly became soft and lovely.

"I have something to ask you."

"You said."

"..." Leng Mingshang was silent for a moment, but still asked, "Qin Xian...did he wear skirts when he was a child?"

"Hmm...cough cough?" The little girl on the other end of the phone was clearly choked, "Why do you..."

She breathed a sigh of relief, a little surprised: "Suddenly want to ask this?"

Leng Mingshang was silent again, there was no rush there, I could hear the sound of the little girl closing the door after returning to the bedroom, the phone was suddenly so quiet that only the sound of electricity passing through was left.

"Yao Xin should have told you." Leng Mingshang said, "The reason why I went to her."

"Huh?" The person at the other end was stunned, "No?"

"I told her that I was looking for her because of my childhood experience, but she said she didn't remember."

"Um……"

"It should have been 16 years ago."

16 years ago, Leng Mingshang ran away from home, came to the downstairs, stared at the toys in the sandpit, and suddenly wanted to cry.

Why, I have no childhood.

Can't play like other kids.

Everything must be the best, everything must be the best, and everything must be learned.

He is really tired.

When he was in a daze, a childish voice suddenly came.

It was a five or six-year-old girl with a watermelon head. Unlike the princess dresses that were popular among children at that time, she was wearing a floral skirt. The sun shone down, making her arms and legs very white.

"If you want to play, you have to roll up your sleeves, otherwise the sand will get into your clothes and it will be uncomfortable."

"I don't want to play with sand." After Leng Mingshang finished speaking, he seemed to feel that his persuasion was not enough, and added, "I'm not a child anymore."

"But you look like you really want to play!" The little girl ran over patteringly, tugging at the hem of his clothes, "Then why don't you play with me?"

Xiao Leng said sadly and coldly: "Then I will reluctantly play with you."

Sand is no fun at all.

Get into clothes.

In summer, you can't pinch any shape at all, it's just a pile of loose sand.

It's white and smells weird.

But Leng Mingshang just thought it was fun.

Yue Mo was hungry from playing, the little girl suddenly asked Leng Mingshang to wait, went upstairs with a bang, bounced down the stairs, and handed Leng Mingshang a jelly stick.

"Grandpa has gone out. This is my favorite thing that I saved at my sister's place! Now share it with you! Thank you for playing with me!"

Leng Mingshang would receive all kinds of expensive birthday gifts every year on his birthday, but he had never received anyone's "favorite" thing.

It is obviously his favorite and most reluctant, but he gave it to himself.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"That's the only one." The little guy smacked his lips, "My sister stole the rest!"

Leng Mingshang let out a chuckle: "Then this is for you to eat."

"No, I told you." The little girl's eyes lit up, "You must have never eaten this, so I don't know how delicious this is! My favorite!"

Leng Mingshang took a bite and almost threw the jelly stick out.

He has never eaten such cheap snacks, but he has eaten jelly, but he never knew that jelly would contain...

What the hell is this!

Leng Mingshang's head was almost dazzled by these things crackling and exploding in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" The little girl tilted her head to look at him.

"Hmm..." Leng Mingshang, who was 12 years old, learned to lie for the first time in his life, "Do you want to have a taste?"

"Okay—" Before Leng Mingshang had time to break off the part he had eaten, the little glutton came over and took a big bite.

The little girl jumped up on the ground, just like the candy he had put into his mouth.

"My God, this is it!"

She explained to him excitedly, saying that there is only one popping candy in a hundred. It is super super precious, and it will bring good luck to eat this.

Leng Mingshang: "..."

Although he felt that this guy had no idea about the number 100, he still acted very happy.

"By the way, little brother, don't you go back to eat?" The little girl picked out the toy from the sand and shook the sand clean. "Actually, I should go back to eat at this time, but today there is no one at home."

"..." Leng Mingshang was just about to say that he invited her to dinner, but when he touched his pocket, he only had fifty cents.

In the end, I bought a bag of seven dwarfs or something. Anyway, there are several finger-sized sweet ice in it, which has a very strong flavor.

It was already five o'clock in the evening, and it was still very early.

"Little brother, are you really not going back? The family will be anxious."

Leng Mingshang frowned: "I don't have a home."

The little girl seemed to really believe it, like a frightened deer, even the last popsicle fell to the ground.

Before she had time to feel distressed, she hugged Leng Ming's wounded hand with her sticky little hands stained with sugar water, and then said seriously:

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be sad, you will still have me in the future, and I can accompany you for the rest of your life."

TBC.