Chapter 6

A few years ago, after he finished reading "The Little Orphan" from France in the flood relief class, it sparked a wave of longing for wandering among the students. The children joyfully formed a wandering band, with Cao Xueqing singing beautifully, while Cao Dan learned to play the accordion from Old Jiang. Old Jiang had an accordion and a harmonica, and Cao Jing learned to play the harmonica from him. After a period of training, the orphans in the welfare home could serve as a choir. Old Jiang had an accordion and a harmonica, and Cao Jing learned to play the harmonica from him. After a period of training, the orphans in the welfare home could serve as a choir

On the way to school, there used to be communication, or rather, exchanges of insults; now, only a silence filled with overflowing hatred remains. After meeting with Tsushima Ikue, the only thing the other party said to him was:

Jinshan Yujian gently cleared her throat, signaling that he could begin

That night, Junshima Ikue had already arranged his story time, and when Cao Jing walked up to the people in the naturalization class with a book in hand, an unexpected event occurred

Let me die like this

Hmm?

But he could not do it. Cao Jing was drenched in sweat, and he heard the sound of laughter; someone whispered something in Japanese, and then a group of people burst into laughter. He swallowed hard, turned the pages of the book, and there was a moment of silence below, but his gaze could not focus on the Chinese characters at all; these characters seemed to be shifting in and out of focus.

The chaotic pain that stirred his mind led him to think this way. Cao Jing lost consciousness

Jinshan Yujian had a burn that ran across his cheek, resembling a mark left by an iron whip, with a cluster of blisters forming at the wound, giving it a ghastly appearance. This was nothing short of a devastating blow for the proud Jinshan Yujian. However, what tormented him even more was the realization that upon seeing the tears welling up in Jinshan Yujian's eyes, he felt a pang of heartache. For the young man who believed himself to be as hard-hearted as iron, this was the greatest blow of all.

"Little Jing." Cao Xueqing pressed down on his shoulder, "Just sleep for now. I won't wake you up again."

However, this time was different. The beam of light slithered into his sleeve like a snake, wandering across his body as if it were a red-hot iron chain rubbing against him, causing him to see stars. This beam of light had already detached from Cao Xueqing's body, yet it still maintained a high level of energy concentration, making Cao Jing feel both hot and itchy. However, he could not grasp what Cao Xueqing meant by mhetushucomcom, and could only listen and let it be.

Cao Jing enjoys reading to his friends, and there was an incident that occurred previously

Just as he was recklessly speeding along, he suddenly found himself falling into the deep sea

Lao Jiang is actually quite interesting. For someone in their thirties or forties, he is considered to have a good appearance, tall and robust, with bright, expressive eyes, though somewhat unkempt. He shaves his beard only once a week, and in the summer, he walks around in a tank top and baggy shorts, lacking any sense of decorum. He can also be regarded as a cultured middle-aged man, fond of music, able to sing many songs, and possessing a good voice. Cao Jing enjoys listening to him sing "Farewell, My Friend," "Three-Wheeled Car," and "Evenings in the Moscow Suburbs." Even after a long time, Cao Jing would unconsciously hum the tunes of those old songs.

Someone let out a painful cry, and then another flash of light streaked across. A blinding white light filled his vision, and then the crowd was dispersed, with several figures rushing in. Cao Jing heard the sounds of fists and feet clashing; he lay on the ground, having been kicked several times, but his consciousness grew increasingly hazy. Someone stepped on his hand, and he only remembered that his last action was to place the book on his chest

No... it will not.

Fighting

Ah... Huh.

"You scared me to death," said Cao Xueqing, extinguishing the light orb and sitting in the darkness. "You've been running a fever since you fainted. We had a fight with the naturalization class; they will surely remember this lesson."

At the moment he could no longer suppress his cries of pain, the burning sensation on Cao Jing's body immediately dissipated

Cao Xueqing softly said in the darkness: "It's nothing, I was punched by Jinshan Yuki. It's just a minor fracture"

Cao Jing originally wanted to read some more mature, adult stories, but after several selections, he could only focus on fairy tale books. The fairy tale books of that era were quite sophisticated; although they were ostensibly stories for children, the creators subtly infused them with some somber adult themes

Am I going to die?

On the way to school the next day, Cao Jing realized what Cao Xueqing meant by "hurt many people" last night. About half of the boys in the naturalization class had their arms and faces, areas exposed to the outside, wrapped in bandages, revealing red, tender new skin, with burn-like marks scattered across the surface of their skin as if they had been whipped.

Ah ... ... ! ''

"I am sorry, Xiao Jing... I didn't mean to." The sister anxiously apologized in the darkness, "I... I am so scared. I am afraid I can't control myself..."

Suffocation. Death. He heard that drowning is the most painful way to die in the world

At that time, even the usually composed Cao Xueqing was moved by this idea. One morning, the fifty-three children from the flood relief team climbed over the wall of the orphanage with accordions and harmonicas. They were intercepted by Old Jiang in a truck at one o'clock in the afternoon

Then, the thorns wound tighter and tighter, crushing him into fragments. In the next moment, he entered another mysterious world. This world was cold and sharp, so frigid that all the joints in his body were on the verge of freezing. Yet, a suffocating flame resided in his chest, the only source of warmth in this world. He had no choice but to start running; the more he ran, the more this flame radiated with clarity and purity, heat escaping from countless pores all over his body, enveloping him in a mist.

The soft feeling that once resided in his heart was instantly replaced by rage. At this moment, Cao Jing found himself unable to think rationally about the situation. Every piece of education he had received, even the words of Old Jiang, told him that he must seek revenge in this matter. The friendship he once had with Tsushima Ikue had already vanished into thin air during their previous conversation. At this moment, Cao Jing was a warrior driven by hatred, determined to make the other party pay a bloody price. The friendship he once had with Tsushima Ikue had already vanished into thin air during their previous conversation. At this moment, Cao Jing was a warrior driven by hatred, determined to make the other party pay a bloody price

Cao Xueqing's voice was very soft, almost inaudible, as she seemed to lean closer to Cao Jing, "I had a fight with Tsushima Ikue. Would you be unhappy?"

In Italian, "Bella" means "beautiful woman" and "Ciao" means "goodbye". When Lao Jiang taught them to sing the original Italian version, he said, "The meaning of this lyric is 'Beautiful woman, goodbye, goodbye!'"

But that was me... Cao Jing wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say. Even though everyone knew he was going to study, the fight and the matter of books were still difficult to avoid. The Flood Relief Class, his own brothers and sisters, fought with the Naturalization Class not because of him; it was merely an excuse to start a fight. They just wanted to defeat the Naturalization Class, this group of hostile outsiders. The Flood Relief Class, his own brothers and sisters, fought with the Naturalization Class not because of him; it was merely an excuse to start a fight. They just wanted to defeat the Naturalization Class, this group of hostile outsiders

Cao Xueqing rarely participated in the fights of the wild children. In the rough environment of the welfare institution, she was the kind of good child who spoke in a calm and gentle manner, maintaining order under the orders of Old Jiang. The most violent thing she had ever done was to yell angrily at someone. Cao Jing had always been puzzled about how she maintained such a pure and noble character, untainted by the mud around her. After her abilities awakened, she had only used this power for self-defense, shining a bright light into the eyes of the person opposite her. Cao Jing was also present at that moment, and the sudden burst of light left him unable to see anything for a full thirty seconds.

Cao Jing had a dream

"Hey! Fool! Stand up!" He vaguely realized that the people around him had gathered, the crowd encircling him, some bending down to look at him, and then a flash of light streaked across his vision

He suddenly touched something rough and then discovered that Cao Xueqing had a plaster bandage wrapped around her hand

Cao Jing sank into the depths of the water like a stone, the light gradually receding from him. The surrounding dark water pressed against his body, squeezing the last bit of oxygen from his lungs. He wanted to struggle, but no matter how hard he swam, he could not rise even a fraction, only watching himself descend further into the abyss.

A beam of light appeared in the darkness, wrapping around Cao Jing's wrist and extending up along his arm. Wherever it touched, Cao Jing's skin could feel a faint burning sensation. The light that Cao Xueqing could control typically gathered less energy the farther it was from her. Therefore, before this, when Cao Xueqing was massaging him, she had to press her palm against him to gather high temperatures

As seawater filled his throat, Cao Jing gave up resisting. Then he saw a white shadow slowly drifting towards him in the deep black sea. This shadow seemed to emit a faint glow, allowing him to see her features clearly. It was the white-clad specter he had once caught a fleeting glimpse of.

He suddenly got stuck

Cao Jing fell to the ground with a thud, his legs feeling somewhat weak. When he lifted his head, he saw Tsushima Iku and Tushui Jiang shaking their heads and letting out a sigh

"Are you awake?" asked Cao Xueqing

Are you satisfied now

"It's nothing. It's nothing, I'm here." Cao Jing recited the words that Cao Xueqing often said to him, "Everything will be fine. Really, it doesn't hurt at all."

Cao Jing suddenly realized that the audience before him harbored immense hostility towards him. The looks in their eyes were filled with contempt, disdain, and animosity. Previously, his audience had been his own people, but now he was facing sharp malice. He suddenly felt that the lines and tone he had prepared earlier were slipping away through his fingers. His mind went blank, and he could almost feel the pain on his skin as if he were touched by the gazes of these naturalized Japanese. He suddenly felt that the lines and tone he had prepared earlier were slipping away through his fingers. His mind went blank, and he could almost feel the pain on his skin as if he were touched by the gazes of these naturalized Japanese.

After bringing the children from the flood relief team back in a truck, Old Jiang confined the leaders among them. Originally, Cao Jing thought there would be a harsher punishment and prepared himself for a beating. However, after inquiring about the circumstances, Old Jiang merely sighed and imposed a simple confinement. Later, Cao Jing learned the song "Wandering Song" and felt a profound emptiness every time he sang it alone.

At the end of the story, the protagonist finds their biological parents, which is also the purpose of the wandering band. The children wish to return to their hometown to see if their former home still exists, and what if their parents are still alive, yet they are unaware that their children are still alive

Indeed. Let them understand the consequences that await those who bully us

After that, whenever Cao Jing read to the class, he would first consider whether it was appropriate. He excluded some old romantic stories filled with flowery language and moonlit nights, as the people in the welfare institution could not comprehend the existence of romantic relationships between individuals—romance requires a material foundation. There were indeed many martial arts novels; the old man's cabinet in the infirmary was filled with a large number of them. However, after flipping through a few pages of these martial arts novels, Cao Jing felt they were not quite suitable. Some contained violence, while others had scenes that made one blush and race their heart. Although these books provided him with his initial sexual enlightenment, discussing them would be quite awkward.

That's good, Xiao Jing

Cao Jing discovered that there was something wrong with his body; his forehead and cheeks were both feeling hot. He did not know whether it was due to shame or some other reason. His hands were trembling uncontrollably, and the book fell to the ground, landing precisely on the part where the protagonist "Little Cloth Head" left home. He was unable to concentrate, even unable to think. He only felt that something was pressing in invisibly from the air, causing his mind to become a chaotic mess. His hands were trembling uncontrollably, and the book fell to the ground, landing precisely on the part where the protagonist "Little Cloth Head" left home. He was unable to concentrate, even unable to think. He only felt that something was pressing in invisibly from the air, causing his mind to become a chaotic mess.

Hey! A boy stepped forward and pushed him, saying, "Speak!"

Oh dear

... ... Hmm, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of a ghost.

Sister? What is this?

He calmly withdrew his sweaty hand from his sister's grasp, only to discover a red mark on his wrist. He lay on the hospital bed in the infirmary, where there was only one bed.

Everyone believes that as long as one has music, they can wander to the ends of the earth, leading a cow and enjoying fresh milk every day. In that era, there were no street performers with portable speakers and guitars, only blind beggars playing the erhu. If one could "borrow" Old Jiang's accordion and harmonica, it is likely that in a few years, they could earn enough money through performances with a wandering band to buy two new instruments to return to him.

The white dress floated slowly in the water, and Cao Jing's body was stiff, involuntarily drawing closer to the ghostly corpse in fear. As he gazed into her black eyes, he could only see an unfathomable darkness... This abyss was drawing his mind into it, never to see the light of day again... At that moment, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, jolting him awake from the nightmare.

"Xiao Jing." Cao Xueqing called him softly in the darkness, "I have hurt many people this time."

A cold light slowly emerged, and Cao Jing realized that someone had been holding his hand all along

Before this, he rarely dreamed. Not once did a dream become so vivid. He dreamed that he was in a place that constantly rippled like water, with black thorns winding around, constricting the human body, gradually tightening, leaving scars etched on the surface. A secret joy filled his soul.

Cao Jing took a long breath, the suffocating dream was so real that he couldn't help but touch his hair, which was still damp. Was it a dream or reality? Cao Jing was taken aback, only to realize it was the sweat on his body. The sweat had soaked the sheets beneath him, making him feel uncomfortable