Mobile reading "Everyone, run!"
Following An Qing's words, a short child among the children suddenly shouted.
The children who were still surrounding An Qing instantly dispersed and ran away.
An Qing looked at the little man who was hiding in the middle and had never shown his face.
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Although he was hiding deeply, An Qing was not a child.
She could see clearly that those children actually listened to that little man.
"Are you okay?"
When Anqing was covering the wound on her head and trying to stand up holding on to something, another little boy who was lame in one leg and blind in one eye looked at her carefully and asked.
An Qing looked the little boy up and down, and seeing that the worry on his face didn't seem to be fake, he nodded and said, "Can you help me up?"
The little boy nodded, stretched out a pair of almost bloodless hands, grabbed An Qing's arm, and pulled her up while saying, "I'll help you up.
I still have some gauze over there from my injury."
I can wrap it up for you if you leave it behind when you leave.”
An Qing followed the little boy and walked to a remote hut over there.
As they walked, the children who had been scattered gathered together again.
They picked up stones on the ground and went to An Qing and Throwing in the direction of the little boy, the little boy pulled An Qing in front of him, using his body to block the stones that were thrown at him from time to time, without saying a word, as if he was used to this kind of life.
"If you don't fight back."
Although An Qing is an adult, he is inevitably tired of the endless behavior of these children.
Looking at the calm expression on the little boy's face, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"If we fight back, they will stop them, so they won't be lost after a while."
The little boy grabbed An Qing's hand, lowered his head and said slowly in a low voice.
"You are often thrown away by them like this?"
An Qing subconsciously asked this question, feeling an inexplicable sourness in his heart.
"I'm used to it.
They hate me.
Am I lame or blind?"
The little boy looked at An Qing and smiled bitterly.
His shoulders were slumped and he turned his head slightly sadly, as if he wanted to prove his disability to An Qing.
"This is the reason to bully people."
An Qing didn't know what kind of world she was in.
Her eyes were flashing with anger.
People said that children were angels, but these angels showed the nature of demons, and this little boy The reason why those children bullied others was even more unacceptable to her.
"This is an orphanage.
Healthy children are abandoned, and I was abandoned too.
Maybe they think people like me should be abandoned by their parents."
The little boy lowered his head and said silently.
"Orphanage" An Qing let out a long sigh after hearing this, bit her lip and repeated, then said nothing again.
Children in orphanages have been abandoned since they were young.
They are naturally sensitive and want more.
They despise disabilities, so why are they excluded?
An Qing looked at the little boy walking beside him, and then looked at himself, because there was no Mirror, so she didn't see her current beauty, which is shocking even if she is injured.
In that remote hut, the little boy skillfully treated An Qing's wound and bandaged it up.
An Qing did not move during the whole process.
She worked hard to mobilize the spiritual power in her soul body, because even if she did not accept the plot, she I can also feel the strong malice towards her here, especially the spiritual power.
After moisturizing, she also heard this sentence: "Listen, find a way to keep her in the house tomorrow, otherwise the adoption will come tomorrow, and none of us will have a chance."
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The childish voice was full of viciousness, and Jue Jue, An Qing could tell it was the little man's voice.
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