The dark-haired man walked towards the door.

He was like a ghost, walking through the running children and walking towards the door.

No one can see him.

But when his toes were about to cross the threshold, he seemed to bump into something, but he didn't cross it—

He stopped.

When I look back, the look on my face is a little strange.

The original indifferent eyes changed into a pure and soft green water:

"So...you are here."

His voice was very soft, sliding across the mottled walls, the dark roof like a wind, and finally fell back to the center of the courtyard.

One tree, one stone pier.

The corner of the wall was covered with moss, it had just rained, and the ground was slippery.

Yellow skin, black eyes.

There is also black hair.

Everything seems so strange and messy.

The man's gaze glanced at the children running around like fleas and fell to the edge of the stone pier.

Next to the shadow of the stone pier, a very small child, three or four years old, was squatting.

Croissants, short clothes, exposing thin arms and calves.

She was too thin and too small, and the group was like a lamb born only a month ago.

Gaia went unconsciously.

He squatted down with her.

The gloomy skylight passed through the tree shadow and fell on the little girl.

Unlike those dirty children, her face was clean, her skin was not very white, but her eyes were big, her eyes were very dark, a claw braid was curled up randomly, and she had a rag doll in her hand , The dark black eyes seriously looked at the ants under the tree roots.

Without talking, it was quite different from the fleas.

"Wetting bed essence!"

"Wetting bed essence!"

"Wetting bed essence!"

A group of children passed under the tree.

The little girl didn't look back.

A little boy ran out of the line and pulled her claw braid fiercely.

The little girl was pulled down and sat on the ground with one buttock. She seemed to be used to it. She patted on the buttocks and sat up. The other hand carefully guarded her doll.

"Oh! Bedwetting falls!"

"Wetting bed falls down, falls down!..."

The children applauded.

The fat boy touched his nose proudly.

The little girl just looked up and glanced at the boy with black and white eyes. She didn't speak. She just turned her back and looked at the ants.

The boy reached out again.

"Wow la---"

The little girl was pushed into the mud pit, and the water in the mud pit splashed up, soiling the rag doll in her arms.

She glanced at the doll.

The ragdoll's little skirt was covered with mud ideas.

The boy stepped on it and shouted:

"Stepping on you, the accuser! Stepping on you, the accuser! Let you go to the dean's mother, let you go to the dean's mother..."

The little girl's black eyes stared at the ragdoll that was stepped on, and suddenly rushed past like a calf.

The boy was knocked down.

"Oh, it's accused of beating people! The accusation of beating people! The dean's mother, the dean's mother... The accusations are being beaten!"

The children dispersed.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? No dinner tonight!"

A middle-aged woman with yellow skin and dark eyes rushed out.

The next moment, Gaia appeared in a dark room.

It was still a very small room with no lights on and the wooden door closed tightly.The little girl leaned against the wall and squatted there holding her doll.A pair of eyes wide open, fearful and alert.

A voice came from outside:

"Xiao Yu, this is your third fight..."

The little girl hugged the doll in her arms tightly and did not speak.

"They all say..."

"He stepped on my doll."

There was a soft sigh from outside: "Although this was when I picked you up... forget it, you should reflect on it all night."

The room was occupied by darkness.

Gaia leaned against the wall and sat beside the little girl.She leaned against the wall and shivered in fear, but said nothing.

He suddenly raised his hand and stopped when his palm was about to fall on her furry black head:

"Beliya..."

His hand fell:

"Liu Yu."

The voice was soft and firm, "So...you are like this."