Wen Qing has been living in the orphanage since she can remember.

The orphanage was very small at first, and only adopted a dozen children of different ages.

When Wen Qing was eight years old, he was the only one in the second grade of elementary school in the whole orphanage.

He is introverted and has an age difference, so he has no friends in the orphanage or school.

So when he heard that someone was coming for dinner, the dean was very happy, touched his head, and asked, "Did you make friends in the class?"

Wen Qing shook his head and said the truth: "It's the uncle I met at the school gate."

Dean: "Uncle?"

Wen Qing obediently hummed, and continued: "He doesn't seem to have money to eat."

"Give me some grass."

Dean: "???"

"What to eat grass?"

Wen Qing thought for a while, and briefly recounted the scene at the time: "I was very hungry at the school gate, and then he didn't have any money, so he gave me grass to eat, and I said I could come to the orphanage for dinner."

Listening, the dean's expression became serious: "You mean an adult let you eat grass?"

"What does the grass look like?"

Wen Qing felt her anger, lowered her head, and whispered, "It looks like weeds on the side of the road."

"He seems very hungry."

The dean squatted in front of him and said earnestly, "No matter how hungry adults are, they will never eat weeds on the roadside, and they will never trick children into eating grass."

"Next time you see this kind of pervert, call the teacher, or the school's security uncle, do you hear me?"

Eight-year-old Wen Qing didn't know what metamorphosis meant, but could only hear that it was a bad word.

He nodded and responded obediently.

After that, Wen Qing didn't see the man near the school for a long time.

Until the first day of the third grade.

He met the man in the alley leading to the school.

The man stood at the junction of light and shadow, leaning lazily against the wall, his slender legs folded carelessly.

The smell of the alley was very unpleasant for some reason, like a disgusting smell of rust, Wen Qing covered his mouth and nose, and when he approached, he noticed that this man was a pervert who tricked him into eating grass.

He tightened the strap of his schoolbag, lowered his head, and walked forward nervously.

After taking two steps forward, the man suddenly said, "Hello, child."

Wen Qing was so frightened that her footsteps stopped, and her eyes instantly turned red.

The man said again: "Go to school, change the way."

"There are bad guys here."

Tears rolled in Wen Qing's eyes, thinking to herself, rascal, isn't that you?

He raised his head cautiously, and when the man saw him crying, he raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger forward.

Wen Qing looked in the direction of his fingers and saw a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood in front of him.

The rust smell in the alley is a strong and pungent bloody smell.

Wen Qing's face turned pale, she raised her feet and was about to run forward.

Just after taking a step, the collar was suddenly caught.

The man hooked his collar and said lazily, "Hey, I ran backwards."

Wen Qing could only feel the cold temperature on the back of his neck, like ice cubes, like dead people and ghosts, he couldn't think of any good words at all.

"Save, save me..." The middle-aged man in front said with difficulty.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Wen Qing broke away from the man's hand and rushed out of the alley.

A minute later, he pulled the owner of the nearby shop back to the alley again.

Seeing the middle-aged man on the ground, the shop owner was so frightened that he picked up Wen Qing and ran: "Call the police! Call the police!"

Before long, sirens and ambulances sounded.

"Head, the suspect has been found."

"The injuries are serious."

"Looks incapable of attacking."

…………

Standing in the crowd, Wen Qing saw the middle-aged man handcuffed.

The man who tricked him into grazing stood inside the cordon, still leaning against the wall. The police and doctors around him walked back and forth in front of the man as if they could not see him.

The next day, the news in Nancheng was all about the arrest of a serial killer.

The dean was also taken aback when he saw the news.

Wen Qing asked blankly, "Mother Dean, is the injured uncle a bad person?"

The dean nodded: "He is a very bad person."

Wen Qing replied, thinking to himself, that perverted uncle reminded him yesterday.

The perverted uncle doesn't seem to be a bad guy.

So metamorphosis doesn't mean bad guy?

Thinking about it, he raised his face and asked the Dean in a low voice, "Dean's mother, what do you mean by perversion?"

The dean had long since forgotten what she had said. She was silent for a while, and said dryly, "Just do things that normal people wouldn't do."

"What's the matter? Are there any children scolding you like this?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No, I don't know the meaning of this word."

The dean breathed a sigh of relief, patted his head, and continued: "Perverted, it probably means that this person is not normal."

"But, whether a person is normal is not something that can be easily determined."

"For example, everyone thinks that girls and boys are together. When there are girls and girls together, some people will think that they are perverts. This is actually wrong..."

Wen Qing didn't know what the dean's mother was talking about, and looked at her ignorantly.

The dean laughed: "It's nothing, let's eat."

Wen Qing didn't leave, but reached out and hugged her: "you look a little sad."

The dean sighed: "Because I remembered my first love, the girl of my first love."

Wen Qing was even more confused: "What does first love mean?"

Dean: "It means someone you like."

This is the first time Wen Qing came into contact with the word like.

A few days later, he came into contact with the word again.

After school, at the school gate, Wen Qing saw a girl in a sixth grade uniform and said to an adult man, "I like you, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Wen Qing raised her head curiously, wanting to see what the man looked like.

When saw it, was shocked.

It was the man who tricked him into eating grass.

Want to be a schoolboy's boyfriend?

Is this what the dean's mother meant by perverted?

Wen Qing stayed in place for a while, and a shadow shrouded her.

The man walked up to him, narrowed his eyes, and asked slowly, "Child, do you remember me?"

Wen Qing recovered and nodded.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a surprised tone, "You can actually remember me."

Wen Qing didn't understand what he meant, and said slowly, "I'm eight years old."

The man sneered and asked again, "Child, what do you think I look like?"

Wen Qing looked at him: "two eyes and one mouth."

man:"……"

"Can you describe it more carefully? Eight-year-old child?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and said tentatively, "You have dark eyes and a red mouth."

man:"……"

"You can shut up and go home," he said angrily.

Wen Qing glanced at the time, it was getting late, and it was about time for dinner.

He said in a milky voice, "Then I'm leaving."

"Goodbye uncle."

The man was slightly startled, and said inadvertently, "This is the first time a human being said goodbye to me."

Wen Qing raised her face, thought for a while, and said seriously, "then I'll talk to you again tomorrow."

"That way you have it twice."

The man raised the corner of his mouth: "What's so great about being twice?"

Wen Qing rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "If you do it twice, you'll be better than you are today."

The man looked at him, his eyebrows gradually stretched, and he said slowly, "Okay."

"See you tomorrow then."

After school the next day, Wen Qing was blocked in the toilet by some boys from the next class.

The leader was a little fat man with a fat face. He stared at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs for a long time and asked, "Hey, how do you get into the men's toilet as a girl?"

The words fell, and the boys behind the little fat man surrounded him.

Wen Qing's eyes were red and she said nervously, "I-I'm not a girl."

"Really or not?" The little fat man laughed and said to his companion, "He said he was a man, let's take off his pants and see if he has a little jiji."

Wen Qing took two steps back in fright, and stammered, "I-I'm really a boy."

The little fat man is gearing up: "You will know if you take a look."

With a wave of his hand, several little boys pressed Wen Qing to the wall, making a gesture to remove his pants.

Wen Qing's tears burst into his eyes instantly, he opened his mouth, but he was too scared to make a sound.

Suddenly, the little fat man in front of him was suddenly carried into the air.

The man's familiar voice sounded above his head: "Little brat, bullying is to be beaten."

Immediately afterwards, the boys' nearly broken screams echoed from the toilet.

Wen Qing didn't react to anything, and leaned against an icy embrace.

It is obviously cold, but it is inexplicably reassuring.

Wen Qing's lips trembled, and she cried out with a wow.

He buried his face in the man's arms and cried.

The man carried him out of the toilet, out of the school, and did not comfort him.

It wasn't until Wen Qing's cries subsided that she said, "Child, your tears and snot are all on my clothes."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and apologized chokingly: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"I'll clean it up for you."

The man said casually, "I can't wash my clothes by hand."

Wen Qing has lived for eight whole years and has never heard of clothes that cannot be washed by hand.

He asked with a weeping voice, "Then do I have to wash my feet?"

Man: "...to dry clean."

Wen Qing sniffed: "What is dry cleaning?"

"It's stupid," the man snorted and said in disgust, "I just send it to a shop that specializes in laundry."

Wen Qing now understood a little. He washed his hair and looked at the man's wet shoulders. The color of this piece of fabric was extraordinarily dark.

He tried wiping it with his sleeve, but nothing changed, so he whispered, "I don't have any money."

Man: "I know."

Wen Qing continued to ask, "What should I do then?"

The man glanced at his red and swollen eyes: "I owe it. Give it to me when you have money."

Wen nodded lightly and said slowly, "but it takes me a long time to save money."

Man: "I'm not in a hurry."

Wen Qing wondered: "Aren't you short of money?"

The man smiled: "How do you see that I am short of money?"

"If you're not short of money, why do you eat grass?" Wen Qing paused, looked up at the man's profile, and asked seriously, "Because you're a pervert?"

man:"......"

He strode to the door of the orphanage, put Wen Qing on the ground, and raised his chin slightly: "The orphanage is here."

"Child, should you say something to me?"

Wen Qing bowed: "Thank you, uncle."

Man: "Not this sentence, another sentence."

Wen Qing thought for a while: "Goodbye, uncle."

The man hummed: "Goodbye."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Wen Qing quickly stopped him: "Uncle, you haven't answered my question yet."

The man stopped in his footsteps and turned his head to look at him: "Next time."

"If you remember me."

"Uncle, when is the next time? Tomorrow?"

"I don't know, just wait."

"Okay, I'll save money and wait for you."