Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Qiqi curiously took the ball of paper in his hand and unfolded it: "Ye Wucheng, it sounds pretty good!"

Feng Mian's expression changed, he took the note from Qiqi's hand, and murmured: "Ye Wucheng..."

Coincidence?

Seeing the change in Feng Mian's face, Number Eight asked, "What's wrong? This name?"

Feng Mian returned the note to him: "No, I thought you got Li Goudan, and I was looking forward to it in vain."

Qiqi turned her head and looked at him: "You haven't read yours yet, take a look at yours!"

He had no choice but to take out the ball of paper and unfold one of them: the seal.

His fingers froze, and he suddenly didn't want to open the second ball of paper.

Qiqi urged: "Hurry up! Could it be that you are the unlucky one who got the dog egg?"

Feng Mian laughed dryly, swallowed, and unfolded another note.

Single word, abandon.

"Fengqi..." Qiqi muttered softly, "This word is not very auspicious, should I go back and ask my mother to change it?"

Feng Mian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid of seeing the word Mian, then he was afraid that he would be more shaken, and he would not be able to tell who was the real Feng Mian or Xiao Qi.

It doesn't matter if it's auspicious or not, anyway, it's not the word Mian, even a dog would recognize it.

In just a split second, he once again began to suspect that the life of that young man named Feng Mian was his own dream, the hopeful life he imagined in the lonely orphanage.

He put away the note: "It's okay, you don't need to change it. Didn't you say you still have to decorate the Christmas tree? Are you still leaving?"

Qiqi immediately followed up: "I almost forgot, hurry up!"

She turned her head to look at No. [-]: "Little Ba... No! Ye Wucheng, hurry up! You have to choose gifts later!"

No. [-], whose name was changed to Ye Wucheng, paced slowly, following behind them like a shadow.

The emerald evergreens were wrapped with light strips and colorful ropes, snowflakes fell on the treetops, and a bunch of excited children gathered around to decorate it, and Kiki put her feet up to hang the bells.

She regained her senses: "Come and help me, I can't reach the top!"

Feng Mian had no choice but to walk over and hang the little Christmas doll on the top according to her instructions.

During this year, he and Ye Wucheng's stature has grown rapidly, and the whole person is like a willow branch that has sprung out a lot, and Qiqi, who was originally taller than him, now only reaches his shoulders.

The whole morning was spent in a cheerful atmosphere.

Feng Mian was sitting at the door of the church, and beside him was an apple given by Kiki. Today, everyone received an apple from the nun, which can be used to give to a good friend.

He watched a bunch of children playing snowball fights outside. Today was a rare and festive day, and even the normally serious nanny smiled kindly.

Feng Mian thought it might be because there were so many donations today, just for the morning prayer, many kind-hearted people threw many hundred-yuan bills into the donation box.

"Goddamn! Come here!" Feng Mian waved to Ye Wucheng who was walking past.

Ye Wucheng walked over obediently, and Feng Mian suddenly felt the sense of accomplishment of raising a son. This guy has been able to communicate normally since the beginning.

At the beginning, he looked too much like Old Chen, so Feng Mian often subconsciously brought him in as his childhood playmate, and only then did he communicate more.

He stood in front of Feng Mian: "Why, let the fart go."

The child grew more and more crooked, although Feng Mian consciously wanted to train him to be a kind and understanding child like Qiqi when raising the cub.

But he still couldn't hold back the close Mo Zhehei, on the contrary, he looked more and more like the one he owed a beating when he was a child.

Feng Mian angrily threw the apple to him: "Here you are."

Ye Wucheng caught the apple: "Didn't Li Yao give you this?"

Feng Mian was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Li Yao was Qiqi's new name, as expected, children are very adaptable, and got used to the new name so quickly.

"I exchanged it with her." Feng Mian was embarrassed to take the little girl's apple, so he gave her his own, which was like an exchange, "Besides, wouldn't it be mine if she gave it to me?"

Ye Wucheng snorted, and sat down by the corridor with an apple in his hand. His large red cotton coat was funny like a clown in a circus.

What an unlovable stinky brat, was he also so annoying when he was a child?

At this time, Feng Mian sighed that it was not easy for Mom and Dad.

He exhaled a white breath, looked at the noisy children in the open space, and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast."

In a blink of an eye, he will be staying here for almost a year. Now he has adapted to the body of a child, and sometimes he will have some naive thoughts.

Ye Wucheng looked at him sideways, he often felt that Feng Qi was very strange, sometimes he was laughing and laughing as childish as other children, and sometimes he was as vicissitudes as nuns.

He stared at Feng Mian: "You are even stranger than this church."

Feng Mian withdrew his gaze and looked at the festive clown in red: "Why? By the way, I haven't asked you yet. You used to say that the church is strange. What is it about?"

Before, all he could think about was whether there was an exit from the basement, so he forgot about it, and let him get away with a few words.

Later, he couldn't find the exit and the "mirror", but instead he became calm.

Ye Wucheng withdrew his gaze: "It's just weird, I've been wandering around Central Park before, and they insisted on bringing me back from the bridge hole."

"I hid for a long time, but they still found me."

He said in a calm voice, "This is not a welfare institution, it's just an ordinary church, and it won't allocate funds. Why do you have to raise a bunch of children?"

"Isn't it weird that someone would stick around Central Park for days just to bring back a scruffy kid with chilblains?"

Feng Mianxin said that it would not be surprising if it was a blue bird. The experimental subjects they picked up for free from the roadside, to those researchers, wouldn't they be like pie in the sky?

I didn't tell him about these things, Feng Mian changed the topic: "Why did your family throw you away?"

He asked directly, because he knew that Ye Wucheng basically didn't feel anything about these words, nor would he feel hurt or belittled.

Sure enough, Ye Wucheng didn't make a fuss: "I don't know. As long as I can remember, I was begging with an old beggar. He said he picked me up by the river."

"Then what happened afterwards?" Feng Mian asked, "Why didn't you follow that old man?"

"Later, in winter, the old man gave me all the clothes to wear. He froze to death. I dragged him to the suburbs and buried him. When he came back to beg for food, he was taken away by the church."

Feng Mian nodded knowingly: "Then you are too unlucky."

It was already miserable enough, but to be brought here to die would make it even worse.

Ye Wucheng remained expressionless: "It's okay."

Oh, I forgot that he didn't feel these things, and he couldn't feel the sympathy of others.

Feng Mian stretched and stood up: "Are you going to have a snowball fight?"

"Childish." Ye Wucheng glanced at him, but stood up honestly.

Sure enough, no hairy child can refuse a snowball fight.

(End of this chapter)