His eyes were filled with a strange blood red, and his wide eyeballs seemed to fall out of their sockets; his face was red, his neck was red, too, and his clothes were full of a thick, sickening smell of alcohol.

"I'm going to take him...to the hospital...DNA test..." He murmured frantically, his words blurred.

Jiang Yi never relaxed the strength of Jiang Haoyue's pull.

Lu Yongfei pushed him, and he pulled it correctly.

During the pulling, the child was torn off another layer. His lower limbs were always rubbing on the ground, and the only leg that could move was hanging down with no strength, as if he was unconscious, not moving.

"Fuck it! Wake me up!!" Lu Yongfei simply gave him a big mouth.

Half of Jiang Yi's face was swollen. Driven by anger, he finally let go of the child and scuffled with the person who had provoked him in the corridor.

"Fuck! I care about my son, what are you doing?"

Lu Yongfei punched him in the stomach with a punch, not at all soft.

"This child's life is my share. Ever since the hospital rescued him, I have regarded him as half of my son. Wherever you want to go after drinking, I will take Jiang Haoyue."

With such a big commotion, most of the neighbors also woke up. The man stepped forward to pull the frame, and the woman helped Lin Wenfang to carry the child into the house first, and the second floor huddled noisily.

Lu Miao clenched his fists and kept shaking.

She stayed by Jiang Haoyue's side every step of the way. She was full of fear and anxiety, and hoped that he would say something to her.

But he didn't.

Jiang Haoyue half-closed her eyes amid the noise, as usual, she said nothing.

Chapter 17 Tin Soldiers

Once again, Jiang Haoyue entered the hospital.

He slept deeply, and when he woke up, the sun was shining outside.

There was an infusion tube on the back of his hand, and there was no one around. Jiang Haoyue turned slightly and saw fruit and a fairy tale book beside the hospital bed.

He picked up the book. It was an illustrated Andersen fairy tale titled "The Steadfast Tin Soldier."

Staring at the title page for a few minutes, he propped himself up, leaned against the head of the bed, and opened the book.

"A long, long time ago, someone made twenty-five little tin soldiers out of an old tin spoon."

In the picture, the pompous little tin soldiers are wearing uniforms with guns.

Their demeanor and posture are the same, but only one of them is different. When the tin soldier was cast, because there was not enough tin, this little tin soldier was missing a leg.

The fairy tale reads: "Nevertheless, he stood firm on one of his legs like the other tin soldiers, and he became the most eye-catching of the tin soldiers."

The heroine of Little Tin Soldier is a paper ballerina. She stretched her arms in the palace and raised one leg high, and the Tin Soldier, seeing her standing on one leg, thought she was the same as him.

In order to get close to her, the little tin soldier was killed by the black elf in the snuff bottle, and embarked on a long and thrilling journey - he was planted downstairs from the window, he was put on a paper boat by the wild child, and floated away along the current. The rapids and heavy rain almost overturned him, and the rats in the sewer begged him for money to cross...

The little tin soldier in the illustration stands on a rickety paper boat. There were huge waves rolling around, and he still had a fearless face, his Mauser gun hanging from his straight back. The one-legged little tin soldier remained the same, looking resolutely into the distance.

The tin soldier is circled in pencil, and the arrow marks a small "you" next to it. The font is round, and the strokes are written neatly and carefully.

No matter what kind of hardships he encountered, the little tin soldier still firmly believed in the distant place - there was the hope he was looking for.

In the eyes of the little girl who sent him the fairy tale, Jiang Haoyue was the same existence as this little tin soldier.

He closed the pages.

After a long time, couldn't help but open it again.

Rubbing his fingers, he read the word "you" again.

...

In the third grade classroom, the students read aloud to the teacher word by word.

"If winter comes, will spring be far behind?"

In the third grade, Lu Miao thought that he could become like Jiang Haoyue, and suddenly he could understand difficult books, be liked by adults, and write perfect exam papers.

By the third grade, found that nothing had changed.

"Teacher, my quiz was deducted wrong, and I didn't write the poet wrong!" After comparing the textbook, Lu Miao raised her hand high with an uneven face.

The small eyes at the same table came over and glanced at her paper: "Wrong, the poet is 'Shelley', and you wrote it as 'Xuecai'."

"Hahahahahaha." The classroom burst into laughter.

"Oh... no, isn't it about the same?"

Lu Miao embarrassedly covered the paper with the book. After being laughed at, he pulled out two fists in embarrassment, threatening the nearby classmates.

"Who is laughing at me!"

Forced by her arrogance, the classmates tightened their necks and choked back their laughter.

Because this fact was too embarrassing, Lu Miao told Jiang Haoyue about it reluctantly when he came home from school.

...then she was laughed at by Jiang Haoyue again.

"If only you could lend me your brain during the exam. We exchanged, and I'll put mine on your head." She sighed at his 100 percent.

"Why do I want pig brains?" Jiang Haoyue glanced at her, covered her head with both hands, and said decisively, "No."

"Jiang Haoyue!" She really took the bait, jumped up angrily, and pulled out his head: "Lend me! Lend me!"

He held her hand and deliberately teased her: "I don't want to borrow it..."

Jiang Haoyue was so hateful, Lu Miao felt that it would be too cheap for him to not let him teach him to do homework for three hundred years.

So after dinner, she hummed and went to the next door again.