Chapter 5, Out of Control

Who is Mustard

As the two conversed in a casual manner, Coral applied medicine to him. Her small hand was soft and slightly cool, and as she rubbed, the little girl behind her blew gently. Lan Zi felt a peculiar sensation arise within him. After the application of the medicine, the temperature on his right hand surprisingly dropped significantly

Now back home, he spoke to Coral about some situations from the orphanage, trying to distract himself and relax his mind. After taking a cold shower, the temperature of his hands had dropped significantly. He was wearing a shirt and wanted to find a jacket when Coral had already rummaged through and quickly came over with some red flower oil: "Sit down, let me help you apply the medicine."

I won't go to the garbage dump tomorrow; let's find a place to have fun together. Haven't you always wanted to visit Yuling?

"You know so many girls..." Xiao Guangtou murmured softly, "And you even hit her... Where is she now?"

The next morning, I got out of bed in a daze, put on my clothes, and took a few steps. Suddenly, I fell backward, a wave of nausea surged up, I felt dizzy, weak all over, and I collapsed. The substance I vomited was all black.

What is the matter

Lan Zi gazed at that hand, feeling a sense of sighing in her heart

Time rewound to 8:30 PM, Lan Zi and Shan Hu exited the garbage dump, pushing a tricycle back to the dilapidated building where Lan Zi resided

She pulled Lan Zi to sit on the low stool, lifted the back of her shirt, and indeed, the spots where she had been hit several times by the collapsing garbage mound had already become red and swollen. When Shanhua pressed her small hand against it, a faint pain was felt.

He flew along the intricate roads and neighborhoods, finally sitting down on the top floor of a six-story residential building. Below, the dim streetlights illuminated the roads, while bicycles in the shed stood quietly. The surroundings were tranquil, and the wind from the tall buildings brushed past him as he gazed at his right hand

The two of them were conversing back and forth, while the wind rustled through the mulberry tree outside. Just a wall apart, the little girl curiously flipped through Lan Zi's backpack and pencil case, unaware that at that moment, in the adjacent restroom, Lan Zi was pouring cold water over himself spoonful by spoonful. On his right hand, dampened by the cold water, steam was rising in wisps. Once he had cleaned his body, he turned on the faucet and rinsed his right hand under the flowing water. In the light, that hand was as red as a branding iron, feeling completely different from his left hand.

Mustard was once a child in an orphanage. Shortly after being adopted, the orphanage was burned down, and my grandmother and I also moved away. It seems we will not see each other again

You are being unreasonable

Cities are all the same; treehouses are more fun... However, it's fine, since you want to play, I will accompany you.

Is that a girl's name

I don't believe it; sit down so I can take a look at you

You are not allowed to come here again

Lan Zi, who is the mustard you are referring to

Did you not live here before

I have apologized

Here it comes again

If you are mustard, I will hit you

I said I was sorry

I said I know I was wrong! Who doesn't make mistakes at least once? Even the workers in the factory are allowed to make a mistake! Moreover, I was scared this time, so I will be mentally prepared in the future. I will take a detour when I see a dangerous garbage mountain! Surely, hetushu.com has better safety guarantees than those who have never encountered danger! Why am I not allowed to go!

How could I possibly be unreasonable

Life assurance! Even picking up a piece of trash at the dump requires mentioning life assurance! In any case, if I say it is not allowed, then it is not allowed

... ... whimsical.

Having called out like this, after a moment, footsteps hurriedly followed, and a small hand tugged at the corner of his clothing: "Anyway, I am going. " After a pause, it continued, "I will write a reflection for you tomorrow, is that alright? "

A former friend

The crimson flames suddenly illuminated the night sky, sweeping out a fire tongue over one meter long. A wave of heat rushed towards him, startling Lan Zi. He turned around and retreated more than two meters in the air, only then realizing and cautiously looking around.

When Lan Zi was young, he was often with Mustard, who was only one year younger than him, which is not a significant age difference. Although Mustard was relatively more well-behaved than Coral, there were still occasional disputes. At that time, Lan Zi was not very good at reasoning, and on the rare occasions when Mustard stood her ground, they would end up in a scuffle. Being a girl, Mustard naturally could not win, so she had to obediently comply. Undoubtedly, violent means were much more direct than reasoning. Now, Coral is of a similar age to the Mustard of the past, yet Lan Zi is already four or five years older than her, so he cannot resort to fighting anymore. Even though she is full of reasoning, he finds himself unable to counter it, which leads him to feel quite displeased.

In any case, you should not come to places like a garbage dump in the future. As a girl, it is not suitable for you to be in such places

The initial thought was quite simple: if one could control the energy surrounding the body, drawing that energy into oneself or forming a protective membrane, perhaps one could fly without needing to wear a cotton jacket or helmet. One day over two years ago, while contemplating this, he actually began to sense something. He absorbed all the energy he felt into his body while in the sky, and at that moment, he felt warm all over, finally able to fly without fear of the cold wind. However, good times do not last long; the next morning, his grandmother hurriedly took him to the hospital. He was still lost in a beautiful dream when that dream turned into an uncomfortable nightmare. A few days later, he finally woke up to find himself wrapped in bandages like a rice dumpling, with his entire body feeling as if it had been cut by knives.

Several small attempts were made multiple times, such as imagining a cup or a piece of paper flying into my hand from a distance of one meter, trying to distinguish the types of energy in the air. However, there were no significant results. Once, when I was extremely fatigued, my body automatically absorbed energy, and my right hand became intensely hot. Looking back on that occasion, when I was trying to save Coral, my concentration was extremely high, and I nearly doubled my speed. Later, my head began to feel tight, and it is evident that I have lost control again.

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Only those few oranges lay quietly in the trash, brimming with a vibrant vitality that seemed out of place amidst the garbage heap, yet for some reason, I found them unappealing in my heart

I do not know ... ...

He has never quite understood what this ability is all about. When he first started flying, he often fantasized about having other powers. To be honest, those powers do exist. When he flies, he always feels cold at high altitudes. Reading some supernatural novels or descriptions of superheroes from abroad makes him envious. How is it that these people can fly without feeling the wind too harshly? From the very beginning, Lan Zi, who always wears a cotton-padded jacket when ascending to the sky, has been conducting research in this area.

His entire body had turned green, and it was gradually developing abscesses and ulcers, a sight too horrific to bear. No one could understand what had happened. According to the doctor, even if a person were to be in an environment filled with toxic gas, their body would not be permeated by various toxic substances to such an extent. Generally, a person would likely have died after ingesting only a fraction of the toxic substances he had. The hospital here is not very good, and the doctors do not dare to make any guarantees. His grandmother also did not have the money to send him to a larger hospital, so she brought him back home. Seeing that he was still alive, she occasionally fed him some porridge when he seemed a bit more spirited. After more than a month of this, he surprisingly began to recover gradually.

I am fine

... ... ''

The pain endured in the past is still vividly remembered, but continuing like this is not a solution. After the last loss of control, there were no adverse reactions; could it be that his body has already adapted? He thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and after a brief period, he noticed that his right hand had become increasingly red. He clenched and opened his fist repeatedly several times, and suddenly swung it out to the side.

Indeed, I knew there was no such thing as luck... What exactly is the ability that I possess...

Hoo.

Is an apology useful? If it weren't for... if it weren't for... if it weren't for my ability to fly, you would already be dead. I told you long ago not to go over there. If something really happened to you, how would I explain it to your family

Under the warm yellow light of the streetlamp, the little girl clenched her fists and spoke with utmost sincerity, her serious little face appearing quite adorable. Observing her fist-clenching demeanor, Lan Zi inadvertently recalled the mustard from a few years ago when they parted ways. After glancing a few times, she straightened her face again.

Grandmother passed away not long after. He had just entered middle school and began to read some books about air. Gradually, he came to an explanation for himself. It seems that there is indeed heat in the air, but aside from heat and oxygen, everything else is completely toxic to humans. To inhale such substances all at once is truly a wonder if one does not get poisoned. From that moment on, he was filled with trepidation and no longer dared to undertake the bold experiments he had previously engaged in. He still remembered the agony of his body rotting away. Moreover, now he was all alone; if anything were to happen, even if he were to survive, the other substances would still be completely toxic to humans. To inhale them all at once is truly a wonder if one does not get poisoned. From that moment on, he was filled with trepidation and no longer dared to undertake the bold experiments he had previously engaged in. He still remembered the agony of his body rotting away. Furthermore, now he was all alone; if anything were to happen, even if he were to survive, lying in bed for a month might allow him to fully recover, but without anyone to feed him porridge, he would likely starve to death.

That night, I had a dream in which I saw a mountain of putrid garbage, everything was filled with a deathly gray.

Hmm

You can go to the circus now

He looked at his right hand; the redness had completely faded, and it was only slightly warm at this moment. He felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart and quickly left the rooftop.

"You are being unreasonable!" Coral shouted as she stood on her tiptoes. Lan Zi, with a cold expression, pushed the tricycle forward, and she did not follow, shouting from behind, "We are breaking up!"

He originally planned to lock up the tricycle and take Coral back, but while saving people, he was hit several times. Now he is dirty and probably injured, so Coral insisted that he take a shower first. After Lan Zi entered the bathroom, Coral spoke from outside.

Accompanying Coral home, as usual, they parted ways at the edge of the woods. The two waved goodbye, and when Coral's figure had become somewhat blurred, Lan Zi quietly soared into the night sky at the edge of the woods, following the little girl who was singing a tune of "滴滴答答" all the way back to the villa on the hillside, before finally returning.