novelraw Chapter 137 Christmas Chapter
Chapter 137 Christmas Chapter
Chapter 137 Christmas
No. [-] looked at him strangely: "They are all dead, does it matter if there are any of those things?"
What he said made sense, and it was hard for Feng Mian not to agree with him for a while.
Thinking about it carefully, he would go on like this persistently for the sake of important people. If he didn't have relatives and friends, he probably wouldn't feel much about the end of the world.
As the bell rang, the empty seats in the classroom were filled.
The nun was talking on the podium about the textbook that Feng Mian had read many years ago. He was bored and turned his head to look at the window. The fountain was repaired some time ago, and water spewed out again.
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Feng Mian ran around in the orphanage openly and secretly, and deliberately made a mistake and was locked up in the basement, but found nothing, and he couldn't find an exit even if he couldn't use his supernatural powers.
On weekends, he coaxes the nun who cooks to take him out to buy vegetables.
After leaving the gate, the outside environment was very normal. They walked through the crowd and the road, passed the station and buildings, and hibernated in the vegetable market watching the nuns picking vegetables and fruits.
Everything is running in an orderly manner. There is not only a small enchantment or illusion in a certain local area, but it looks like a real world.
Feng Mian couldn't find a way out. During this period of time, he wrote down every conjecture he had and ruled it out one by one, but later all the possibilities were rejected by himself, and he began to feel that every conjecture was possible again. .
He even woke up one winter morning and looked at the snow falling outside the window, feeling in a trance that he was originally Xiao Qi, and Feng Mian was just a dream he had.
In the dream, there are relatives, friends, and Jiang Tang who is deeply in love with him.
He has been trapped here for too long, so long that he is used to waking up every morning and falling asleep at night.
The moment he opened his eyes that day, he didn't know what kind of dream he had the night before, and he couldn't remember it clearly when he woke up, but at that moment, he couldn't tell whether Feng Mian was a dream or real.
Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.
Is he sleeping or Xiaoqi.
Opening the window, cold air poured in, blowing into his collar, making him shiver along with snowflakes, and his nostrils were full of bitter breath.
The church is covered with snow, and the window is silvery white, and the nuns left rows of footprints in the snow.
The next second he closed the window and slapped himself twice.
I have only been here for a long time, and I am actually shaken.
I am Fengmian, I am Fengmian, I am Fengmian, he recited silently three times in his heart. He used to walk through the 24 years of his life every day in a down-to-earth manner.
How can it be changed in less than a year after being trapped in the crack.
"You got up so early." Xiao Liu didn't know when he woke up, "It's so cold today."
Fifth Brother also got up: "Will it not be cold in winter? Later, when I go to church, my mother will distribute clothes."
Xiao Liu became a little excited, and said with a red nose: "Yes, we can get the name today, I don't know what we will get later, I am looking forward to it!"
Only then did Feng Mian remember that Qiqi seemed to have told herself before that on Christmas day, all children will draw a few Chinese characters from the lottery bucket to form their own names.
This day is the most festive day, they can get new clothes, apple roast chicken and gifts, and they can set off fireworks after dinner.
He glanced at No. [-] on the opposite bed. Since the nanny announced that the last little Ba had contracted a serious illness and died three months ago, No. [-] had taken his place and moved here.
Fortunately, no one was "infected" anymore, and Xiao Ba's death was gradually forgotten by everyone.
The cold wind outside the window did not dissipate the enthusiasm of the other children for the festival.
Everyone came to church early, waiting in line for new clothes after prayers.
This is one of the few times when they can get brand new items. The usual clothes and books are second-hand items donated by others.
Only today, Mammy bought a new cotton coat for each of them.
Feng Mian received a white down jacket, and he felt like a stupid penguin wearing it, but when he turned around and saw No. [-] wearing a bright red cotton jacket, he felt that being a penguin was pretty good.
Qiqi was wearing a long light pink down jacket, and ran over with a flushed face: "I finished picking up the clothes, how are you doing, does it look good?"
She walked around in a circle, looking very satisfied with the clothes she received.
Feng Mian nodded affirmatively: "It looks good!"
"We're going to draw names later!" Kiki's dress has a fur collar around her collar, and her ruddy face is surrounded by snow-white fluff. "I hope I can draw a nice one."
"Children, thank you for today." Mammy stood above.
The children who received the new clothes below said in unison: "Thank God."
Feng Mian elbowed No. [-] next to him: "Not pious at all, be careful when you draw names later, you will draw Li Goudan or something like that."
No. [-] gave him a blank look, and now he is more and more like a model carved out of Feng Mian: "Got it, Li Goudan."
After getting along for a long time, Feng Mian discovered that No. [-] was not a vicious and irritable child, on the contrary, he was very quiet and withdrawn, even a little shy.
He doesn't understand many common sense things, especially before Kiki cried when she saw a kitten that died of illness.
No. [-] looked bewildered: "Isn't it just dead?"
Qiqi glared at him and cried even harder: "Don't you think the kitten is very pitiful?"
Number Eight asked in confusion, "Why are you pitiful? What does it feel like to be pitiful?"
It was only then that Feng Mian realized that he had always thought that he was more mature than other children, but he was not. He was completely incapable of distinguishing between life and death, good and evil.
Number Eight has no ability to perceive and judge most emotions. He can't tell the difference between happiness and sadness, and he can't understand the difference between anger and excitement.
He doesn't know what is pleasure and what is discomfort, he can't tell the difference between pain and itching, he can't tell joy and disappointment.
Like a robot.
"Line up and come to the wooden box in order to draw two or three paper balls."
Mammy's voice interrupted Feng Mian's thoughts: "Let everything be decided by the Lord, Amen."
Standing in the middle of the line, he watched the children in front of him beaming with joy. After drawing out the paper balls and unfolding them, his face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
This is the first time they have their own names since they came to the orphanage.
The line quickly reached the sleeping position, and he casually took out two balls of paper from inside and stuffed them into his pocket.
There is no class today, and the snow had stopped when I walked out of the church.
"Xiaoqi! What did you get!" Qiqi ran from behind, and she unfolded the note in her hand, "My name is Li Yao now, isn't it pretty nice!"
"It sounds good." Feng Mian took out a note from his pocket, "I haven't read mine yet."
Number Eight walked out with a blank expression.
Feng Mian looked at it, and was amused: "You won't really get Li Goudan, will you?"
Kiki burst out laughing.
Number Eight took out a ball of paper from his pocket: "I don't know, I'm too lazy to read."
(End of this chapter)