Correspondence

In the next period of time, Mingming rarely appeared. This time, Wu Chao often went to the park to wait for him. Some people said that he had gone abroad to study, and others said that his family was moving out.

They didn't spend much time together, even if they met, they would sit together for an afternoon. Wu Chao likes to be noisy, but as long as he sat next to Mingming, he could settle down. Books that he couldn't read before, seemed like It's not so obscure anymore.

Mingming is like a synonym for quietness, he is polite and distant, just like the falling maple leaves in autumn, silent but full of crimson enthusiasm.

He is different from other children, he will carefully choose his words, and answer every question of Wu Chao seriously. Compared with those brats who catch pigs, his speech and behavior are completely heaven and earth. He is suitable to be a literary worker. Wu Chao knew better than anyone else that he still didn't understand the real reason why he joined the army.

However, the age when they really determined their relationship was four years after they met.

At that time, there was an upsurge in letter writing. Lovesick people conveyed their feelings through a letter paper from a long distance, and Wu Chao was not far behind. Pursuing fashion is something a 16-year-old child should do. He and Minglang actually It was only two streets away, and even holding up the horn and yelling towards the window, the other party might hear it, but Wu Chao wanted to imitate those literati and poets.

Minglang followed him, and replied calmly after receiving a letter for the first time.

To Friends:

Hello!Received your letter, the handwriting is beautiful, it seems that the copybook I gave you before was finished as you said, I am very pleased, Mr. Zhang Zhiming's block letters have finally corrected your esoteric cursive script.

Although it was a little unexpected, I am very happy to be your pen pal. I hope that I can spend time with you in the future, and I can share happiness or sadness with me.

Congratulations: always be happy

Mingming on March [-]

Since replying to the letter, Wu Chao sent letters at every turn. Whenever he went to the park and didn't see Mingming, he would write a letter. The content was just such things as, what are you doing, what did I eat today, and I caught a big fish. Such nonsense, homely, may be written by the widow across the street, but there are more tricks than what he writes.

And this kind of nonsense has to be mailed out. Every time one is mailed, Wu's mother's stamp album will lose a beautiful stamp. For a long time, Wu Chao was always locked up.

But you can open the window!

Today, as usual, Wu Chao climbed over the small window, jumped off the wall along the eaves, and ran out in a flash.

Speaking of which, Wu Chao's house is very close to Ming Lang's house, but it is credible that they sent it through the post office, euphemistically called it a sense of ritual.

The weather was bad that day, and the surrounding was humid and hot. The post office was different from the usual deserted one. It was almost full of people, and it was blocked.

Wu Chao tumbled in the crowd, and finally reached the reception desk, but was cut in line, the glass window was pushed down so low that he almost pushed the letter through the slate.

The people around were all dressed strangely, all wearing turbans and masks, only Wu Chao looked out of place here.

"Be careful!" Wu Chao lowered his head and hugged the child who fell on the ground. The child's scarf fell off, and he stared blankly at him. His face was covered with horrible red spots and papules, some of which were broken. , pus flow all over the face.

"Give it back to me!!" a woman screamed, dragging the child back and disappearing into the crowd.

From that time on, Wu Chao's whole life was forced to change the trajectory.

The thing is like this, after he got home, he started to have a high fever before dinner, clamored to feel uncomfortable and said he wanted to go back to the room, but he fell to the ground after walking a few steps, unable to get up.

The doctors who rushed over saw the rashes all over his body, one ran faster than the other, and they didn't dare to stay for a moment, and jointly reported to the higher authorities, so far, the Wu family was put in prison, and the warning tape was circled around.

The former neighbor even ran faster than the police, and when he left, he spread rumors that the boy of the Wu family was cursed, and it would be bad luck to be with him.

Wu's mother was also physically and mentally exhausted, getting thinner and thinner, and she was called a broom star when she went out, and killed her husband, and when she entered the door, she saw Wu Chao, who was dying, as a woman, she was scolded ashamed and collapsed.

Minglang came back two days after the incident happened. He followed his younger brother out to participate in the manuscript solicitation activities. When he returned to the small town, he was still in the dark, and he was asking.

"Butler, do you have my letter?" Ming Lang smiled, as if he was in a good mood, he hadn't seen Wu Chao for two days, maybe his private mailbox was full of letters.

The housekeeper bowed slightly, and said, "Master, the post office closed the quarantine a few days ago, saying that smallpox had spread, so it stopped sending mail."

"smallpox?"

"Yes, it spread quickly. Now a child in the small town is infected. The master called and told you to go to another place to avoid it. The car is ready. You take a rest, and we will set off .”

"En." Qingming nodded and asked again.

"who is it?"

The butler had a strange look on his face, and then said calmly, "A child from the Wu family."

Ming Lang's movements faltered, he glanced at the housekeeper, and then said something lightly.

"Yes, it's unfortunate."

The housekeeper said again: "Young Master, take a short rest, Madam should be home soon."

"I'm going out."

"you......"

"What's the matter, you're going to follow me?" Ming Lang's face clearly showed an impatient look, which was very rare.

The housekeeper stopped him immediately, bowed his head politely and said, "Are you going home today?"

"No reply—so you're going to call to complain again?" Ming Lang sneered, he knew that for so many years, the only reason for this butler's existence was to have his father's eyes watching him.

"Yes, the young master just went to a friend's house to handle the manuscript tonight, and he arrived home on time." The butler replied calmly.

Minglang ignored him at all, walked out of the gate, and immediately ran away.

"As I said, that kid deserves it."

"Yeah, yeah, seeing how powerful he is usually, he's about to die of illness."

"If you want me to say, his family is not poor, and they all eat his dead father's money, or if we put on a mask tonight..."

"Just what?" Minglang walked over, running too hot, pulled off his tie with one hand, his face was full of unprecedented hostility.

Almost instantly, Minglang kicked the man several meters away.

So far, no one has ever seen Mingming fight. Ever since he was a child, Mingming has always been the quietest one. When others ride horses and shoot arrows, he reads books. When others fight and fight, he reads books. When others are surrounded by smoke, he still reads books, like an old temple. Old clock, if the pestle does not move, neither will I.

It was precisely because of this that he seemed out of place among the so-called rich kids and came to this town.

And the reason why others dare not provoke him, besides his aura of not getting close to others, there is another crucial factor.

His father, the current warlord leader, Ming Shaoqiu.

Ming Shaoqiu is notorious for his cruel methods. Violent methods are his only way to solve problems. He has been able to get to this position, and he has not declined for a long time, all by fighting hard.

Minglang didn't speak, the others covered their heads and fled long ago, only the one who proposed to go to Wu Chao's house to steal was locked on the ground by Minglang, his face was covered with bruises, he didn't intend to restrain himself, he kept beating, Every fist left a dimple in his face.

After 10 minutes, he got up, and the man seemed to collapse from the pain and passed out.

Minglang looked at his watch, straightened his collar and continued to run to Wu Chao's house.

Wu Chao felt that he was about to die.

He also thought about it when he had a bad cold and a fever before, but he didn't have such a strong resonance now, as if even his own body felt that he didn't have much time left.

I really want to cough, but I have no strength. I really want to drink water, but I can't speak.The body is like being put on a grill, itchy and painful.

At this time, the window door opened, Wu Chao barely opened his eyes, and saw someone coming, it was Mingming, this is the second floor!Did he come straight up?Thinking of this, Wu Chao suddenly gained strength, pulled on the quilt, and tried his best to cover himself tightly.

"Auntie won't let me come in through the main entrance." Ming Ming's voice was very soft.

Wu Chao wanted to dig a hole to get in now, he didn't want to pass on these illnesses to him, not at all.

A hand was stretched into the quilt, and it gently touched his forehead, which was cool and comfortable.

"I have a fever." The clear voice was getting farther and farther away, as if it was far away from him, but in fact it was just that his consciousness was gradually becoming unclear.

"Want to drink water?"

He can't hear.

Minglang didn't speak, went to the table and took a sip from the cup. Wu Chao had no strength left, so he gently lifted the quilt and lay down.

Wu Chao felt a chill, only to realize that his face was exposed from the quilt. Ming Lang's long and slender hands brushed aside his bangs. He could smell the mints on Ming Lang's body, and he felt at ease.

Minglang cupped his face and kissed it.

Wu Chao suddenly didn't feel so thirsty, and the feeling that his throat was cut by a knife gradually disappeared.

Minglang just hugged him lightly, and spent the night humming a song for a long time as if coaxing a child.

"If you are safe, we will leave here this spring. You can go wherever you want, and I will accompany you." Ming Lang said.Kissed him lightly on the head, frowning.

morning.

"Are you willing to come back?"

All the police cars were dispatched this morning, and he was found at the corner of the alley. Now Minglang was handcuffed and wearing a shirt, standing among the police officers. No one dared to get close to him, for fear of falling into a bad guy who would tie up Ming's parents. reputation.

Ming Shaoqiu looked a little lazy. He heard the housekeeper's report last night and rushed back from the capital overnight. He drove by himself and didn't even sleep.

"Boy, you're really good at pretending. You're lying in the hospital and you haven't woken up yet. How are you going to end it? My Sanda champion?" Although Ming Shaoqiu was a little annoyed, his words were full of excitement. Those children are not important, even if Ming Lang beats them to death, it doesn't matter, because he can cover everyone's mouths with just a move of his finger.

He just knew, how could his Ming Shaoqiu's son be an idiot who only knew how to read rote books?

"How it will end, I don't know." Ming Lang smiled, his face pale.

With his handcuffed hands, he flexibly unbuttoned his collar and pulled it open. There was a whole patch of red spots next to his collarbone, densely distributed on his fair skin.

"Hey!" Everyone backed away after seeing it.A depression suddenly appeared in the crowd, leaving only Mingming standing in the middle, everyone showed a look of panic, all of them covered their mouths and scattered like birds and beasts.

"I'm not negotiating with you, my life is worthless, but these people—and you, are priceless." Minglang said.

Ming Shaoqiu raised his eyebrows, as if he was more satisfied with this son, the expression on his face was clear, as if he had written a word.

He seemed to be saying, "Look! This is my son! Look! I'll kill anyone who doesn't look at me!"

Ming Shaoqiu smiled, his face was three points bright, but seven points cunning was hidden.

"Very good, very good," he said.