Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 505: Who Killed the Mockingbird (Part 2)
Chapter 505 Who Killed the Mockingbird (Part 2)
"We must find a way to rescue him." I looked at the direction of the hunchbacked boy and frowned. "There are a lot of children around him. Yingzi told me not to talk to the people in the dream as much as possible. Or there will be conflicts, which is not easy to handle."
I walked out of the teaching building, the sky outside was a bit dark, there was no sun, it was about six or seven o'clock in the evening.
In the northwest corner of the playground, the children's games were repeated many times, and gradually some people began to feel bored, and finally dispersed, leaving only the hunchbacked boy kneeling in the middle and covering his eyes.
"Good opportunity!" I walked towards him along the corner, avoiding the scattered children.
The playground is paved with loess, and the ground is very uneven. In some places, sharp stones and fresh weeds can be seen.
The children around had gone away, but the hunchbacked boy was still kneeling on the ground, covering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
The children had already left, but he was the only one left behind. No one wanted to keep him company, or remind him kindly.
Kneeling numb, when I was about to walk to him, the boy lowered his hands, and I saw his eyes.
Beyond imagination, very beautiful, very clear, very clean, the eyes seem to be able to see the bottom at a glance.
These eyes were incompatible with his dirty face and his stooped and thin body, creating a strong contrast.
"The eyes are the windows to the soul. How can a person with such eyes go to play hide-and-seek with a stuffed bear at three o'clock in the morning?" Not daring to approach him rashly, hiding in the shadow of the wall, looking through the mask, watching the boy kneeling on the ground.
He put his hands on the ground, stood up with great effort, and slapped the dust on his pants. There was no resentment or hatred on his face.
"This kid is interesting." When I first saw him, I thought he had the same childhood experience as Yuanchen Shensha, but when I saw the expression on his face at this time, I realized the two There is a fundamental difference in character.
Yuanchen Shensha has a tendency to self-destruct. He longs for everything he wants, and if he doesn't get it, he will choose to die together and destroy everything.
The little boy with a hunchback is different. Although he is also isolated and bullied by a kind of "violence" that belongs to children, it may be because he is too young. I don't feel any hatred from him. The human feeling is very strange, it is an incompatible kind of strength, he seems to be using his own way to carry out a different kind of redemption for himself.
I was a little curious about what this boy would do next, but I didn't show up directly.
"The apartment building should represent the memory of the hunchbacked little boy before he entered the orphanage. Did something happen to his family? What caused him to be sent to the orphanage? The adult who lived with him Did the man have an accident?"
Only when the direct guardian dies and the rest of the relatives refuse to support, the child will be sent to a social welfare institution or an orphanage.
Thinking of this, the first shallow dream and the current middle dream are connected together, which respectively represent the two stages of the hunchbacked boy's life.
"Compared to playing games with stuffed bears alone in the apartment building, at least the atmosphere in this orphanage is much better." What the hunchbacked little boy desires most is friends, and what he fears most is loneliness. Neither of these two items exist.
"It stands to reason that when he enters a brand new environment, there should be some changes."
Looking at his age at this time, he is only six or seven years old. He is very short and stunted. Although his appearance is much worse than that of his peers, it is not that he has no friends.
I stood in the corner, following the hunchbacked boy wandering around in the orphanage, as the sky gradually turned dark, he seemed to be deliberately taking a detour to prevent anyone from following him.
"Where is this going?" The orphanage was rebuilt from the abandoned campus of an elementary school. It occupies a large area, but most of it is undeveloped wasteland.
Following the little hunchbacked boy for a walk, I found that the entire campus can be roughly divided into four parts. The first part is the playground and the surrounding wasteland, overgrown with weeds, and some crooked and dying trees are planted; the second part is teaching Building, the first and second floors of this three-story building are classrooms, and the third floor is the office of the teacher on duty. This place is mainly responsible for providing education for able-bodied children.
When I first entered the middle-level dreamland, I saw a pamphlet of the orphanage posted in the corridor, adopting the policy of unified raising and classified management of adopted children. For able-bodied children, a combination of raising and teaching is implemented. Those who are below the fifth grade of elementary school have their own classes, and those who are in junior high school or older will be sent to nearby schools for day-study.
The third part of the orphanage is a bit special. It is a semi-enclosed building, twice the size of the teaching building. It has three floors. The top floor has adopted several abandoned babies. According to the author's introduction, babies are raised by professionals. Due to funding and other issues, there are not many babies in the orphanage; on the second floor, there are people with physical disabilities but sound mental development. On the one hand, the orphanage provides rehabilitation treatment so that they can take care of themselves. On the other hand, it provides vocational education and skill training to create conditions for them to enter the society in the future; the bottom layer adopts some dementia children, who have mental defects and some suffer from mania, so the orphanage takes them Placed on the ground floor to prevent accidents.
The last part of the entire campus is the dormitory building, where orphans and some physically handicapped but mentally sound children live.
After a long circle, the hunchbacked boy finally stopped at the main entrance of the orphanage. He was still standing alone at the gate. Character.
"Heaven Mouth."
His devout expression seemed to be praying. I was a little far away and couldn't see his movements clearly. I only knew that he hesitated for a while, as if he was about to run out of the door.
About a few seconds later, the boy turned around and ran back to the inside of the orphanage. At this time, it was already dark.
"Where is he going?" Walking through the night, the boy seemed a lot more courageous. He ran to the teaching building in one breath, climbed up the stairs to the third floor, and finally stopped outside a certain room.
"Dean's office?" I squinted my eyes and watched carefully: "At that time, the director of the orphanage should be Mr. Chen. Maybe I can use this opportunity to understand what kind of child he is from the dream. people."
It seems that this is not the first time for the hunchbacked boy to come here. He bent over like a mouse stealing food, and got into the office.
The door was ajar, I followed in quietly, and hid behind the bookshelf, the boy didn't notice me, he padded his clothes, stepped on a chair and lay on the window sill.
There is a birdcage there, and there is a light bird in the cage, the chest is dyed with a hint of bright red, and the down feathers are light gray. It looks ugly, like a gray elf.
"This bird shouldn't be a local bird in Jiangcheng, right?" I have never seen such a small and nimble bird, and the birdcage on the window sill looks very extraordinary. There are no rare birds in Jiangcheng, so I just make such inferences.
The little bird was very excited when it saw the boy, and jumped up and down in the cage, making clear and crisp calls.
The hunchbacked boy also smiled for a long time. His smile was as clean and pure as his eyes.
The boy reached out to close the window, and the boy opened the cage, and the light gray bird flew out of the cage with a whistling sound, flying around him.
"This memory is engraved in the middle-level dream. Is this bird important to the hunchback boy?" Soon my question was answered. A boy walked in, and the moment I saw these two children, my pupils shrank suddenly.
I've seen them in the playground, playing games around the hunchbacked boy, when they were the size and appearance of normal kids.
But when I met them again after dark, the bodies of these two children underwent amazing changes.
Their limbs and torso shrank and became smaller, but their heads were more than two or three times larger.
"The appearance of day and night is different?" Looking at these two scary children, I hid behind the bookshelf, not daring to act rashly.
Knowing that he was found, the hunchback boy was very frightened. He jumped off the chair and picked up his dirty coat.
"I've been paying attention to you for several days. You sneaked into the dean's office. We caught you now." The short boy was about the same age as the hunchbacked boy, and the same height. His voice was a bit thin.
The hunchbacked boy didn't speak, the little gray bird landed on his shoulder, and he didn't dislike his cowardice and clumsiness.
"The dean's bird? Bring it here and let us have a look." The tall boy was older, with his head resting on his shoulders, and his hair was moving when he spoke. very scary.
The hunchbacked boy obviously didn't want to hand over the bird to the two deformed children, so he patted his shoulder and let the bird fly around the house.
Children's minds are relatively "lively". When they see something interesting, they instinctively want to grab it in their hands.
The two of them found the broom from the door and started chasing the bird in the house. Pieces of gray feathers flew down from the roof, and the bird ran away screaming. The little bird flew slower and slower, he suddenly threw away his clothes, pushed the short one down, climbed directly onto the chair, and stretched out his hand to open the window.
"Mockingbird! Fly away!"
The window is open, and the world is outside.
But at the same time, the broom hit the gray bird, and the tall boy slammed the bird on the ground, clutching the body of the bird with his shriveled and deformed hands, pinching it with his thumb and middle finger. The bird's head, fingertips sunk into the red down on the bird's chest.
The little bird must have felt the pain and pecked off the tall man's fingers. He squeezed the bird's neck hard under the pain, and then threw it to the ground with all his strength.