He had no other luxury, only the longing that one day, Little Chu could find his way back.
He didn’t know what fate befell Little Chu after they separated back then;
Nor did he know if after escaping, Little Chu waited for him in this cold alley, only to leave disappointed, eventually leading to their loss.
He knew nothing at all!
At that ti, he was also just an incapable child, injured, who slept in a hospital for three full days, and upon waking, struggled to leave the hospital and ca here, never to see Little Chu again.
They were too young then. The year Uncle Yuan had an accident, Hua Hua was only three, couldn’t even write half a word, and he was just five, just starting to learn how to write. Back then, Uncle Yuan personally taught him how to write his and Little Chu’s nas. He made a point to rember, yet still wrote the characters wrong.
He couldn’t arrange his life at that ti, waited in the little alley behind the McDonald’s for more than half a month, until the trafficking ring was broken up but never saw a trace of Little Chu. His life was not within his control, after being sent to the orphanage, he searched often in this area, street by street, yet could never find Little Chu again.
He imagined countless tis, that one day Little Chu would grow up, and like him, would be unable to forget the Brother Ling with whom he relied on for life, would want to search, would find this McDonald’s, even if just a clue, they would find each other.
And this wait lasted twenty-one years.
"What’s the point of reminiscing, why on earth did you bring to this ghostly place? It’s so eerie!" Hua Hua anxiously looked around, could it be haunted, like a scene from a horror movie?
It’s so dark, there might be so kind of supernatural thing!
"I don’t like this place; I’m leaving." Hua Hua felt his heart thumping, eager to escape this ghostly site.
Ling Yin’s eyes had a hint of loss, did he truly not rember, have no impression?
"Try to touch this," Ling Yin pulled him to squat down, holding his hand against the alley wall.
Hua Hua jerked away forcefully, growling: "What the hell! What are you making touch?"
His fingers touched the wall, bringing a cold sensation, with a texture that was uneven and bumpy.
Beside him, Ling Yin’s breath was slightly unstable: "Can you tell what these characters are?"
"Where are the characters? It’s so dark, who can see anything." Hua Hua mumbled irritably, his heart touching the textures, a blurry image flashed across his mind, unseen, uncared for, just then a cold wind blew by, making him shiver, instantly feeling the place was truly a bit scary, he forcefully withdrew his hand, feeling creeped out, saying: "Are you leaving or not, if you don’t leave, stay here alone, I don’t want to stay here, don’t you think this place is terrifying?"
Hearing these words from him, Ling Yin’s mood sank further.
Does he really have no mory at all?
It’s understandable; the year they parted, he had just turned five, so young how could he rember much, yet having not even a trace of mory, Ling Yin himself couldn’t accept it, always longing for him to rember, even if only specks and bits, it would be okay.
"There are two nas here, just many strokes were written wrong, so you probably can’t recognize them." Ling Yin concealed his disappointnt, saying: "One na is mine, the other is the na of the sister of the uncle’s family I ntioned. These two nas, back then we carved stroke by stroke."
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