Cold-blooded freak

  I got up early, and the sky was drizzling with fine rain. I told my uncle that I wanted to go out today. My uncle knew that I had something to do at this time every year, so he didn't stop me, but also reminded me to be careful.

  Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of a rope, it seems that Uncle is really scared.

  I promised him not to run around, and after delivering the things, I would come back, so Uncle could go to work with peace of mind.

  It's refreshing on rainy days. The hot June has entered the hottest season, and it's rare to have such a refreshing day occasionally.

  I put on long sleeves, packed simple things, and came to the orphanage with Mingyan.

  Every year at this time I come with my own heart to visit the little ones here, and do my best for them. This is not a selfless act, but a compensation.

  Because of my existence, my uncle became a bachelor, and also ruined a young girl in her prime into the middle-aged dean she is today.

  Sun Fang, I should have called her Aunt, but because of Uncle's stubbornness and my existence, the loving couple missed their marriage.

  Aunt Sun helped me share some gifts and food, and complained that on a rainy day like this, running outside would catch a chill.

  I laughed heartlessly and said, "If it's sunny, under the scorching sun, would you say I've got heatstroke and can't be any worse?"

  Aunt Sun was somewhat tearfully amused, she treated me like the children here, equally and without distinction. But facing Uncle, it was a coldness as if they were two different people. Or perhaps her temper had always remained the same, unchanged, just like her feelings towards Uncle had never changed.

  Her revenge was not to strike back at her uncle and me, but to use her own lifetime of youth and beauty to entwine her uncle in an unrequited love.

  I know that Uncle doesn't say it out loud, but he also has a sense of guilt in his heart over the years. So when I started working, I came back every year to make up for some things. Aunt Sun didn't need it, but the child did, and she didn't refuse my kindness.

  Ming Yan had been hiding in the distance since he arrived, smiling as he watched me and a group of kids playing wildly and chasing each other. He seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, but the sadness and dullness in his eyes also showed that he was reminiscing about his past life. Although I don't remember it, I think he must have regrets too! After all, he died when he was still just a child, and his life was cut short like that.

  After comforting the little ones, I walked up to him. No one noticed me, so I opened my mouth and asked: "Are you thinking of something? I think you're envying those little guys."

  He shook his head, looking at the children with eyes full of innocence. "It's just envy, I only remember that when I died, I should have been six years old, which is about the age of modern children graduating from kindergarten and entering elementary school. Since I became conscious, I've already been a ghost."

  I somewhat sympathize with his plight, clenching my fists and quietly gazing at him, feeling utterly helpless for not being able to help him.

  "I thought the master had disappeared and I was back to square one, but heaven still treated me kindly, at least letting me meet Xiaoyue. They say that those who are content are often happy, and I am also content." It's clear that he needed comfort, yet in the end, it was him who consoled me.

  It made me feel a bit embarrassed, and I couldn't help but make a face at him before walking towards Aunt Sun's office to bid her farewell.

  Ming Yan followed me, somewhat puzzled by my mood swings. "Why are you ignoring me again? What did I do wrong this time?"

  "You don't have it, I do!" He really didn't understand, stupid bastard! I cursed in my heart, but didn't notice the man walking from the front, and bumped into him with a full body.

  "Xiao Yue, be careful, ahead..." Ming Yan's tense reminder trailed off as he fell silent.

  He was already angry, and now he's even more furious. The road is so wide, I'm not looking at the road, can't he see? Angrily shouting: "Can't you see me walking here?! I'm a big living person, how can you not see me?!"

  He couldn't continue speaking, intimidated by his cold gaze, and swallowed the rest of his words. He immediately apologized and gave way to him.

  There's a saying that the poor don't get along with the rich, and the people don't get along with officials. Good people also can't see eye to eye with bad people. I call this avoiding trouble and seeking stability, or in plain words, being timid.

  No way, this guy's eyes are so cold, and the feeling he gives off is murderous, even though I can tell he's holding back his temper, I can still feel that chilling aura.

  "I saw that, but you walked away without looking ahead, muttering to yourself. I thought you were from a mental hospital." This guy started with a tone that could kill, and I tried to calm down, but he wouldn't let up, coldly smiling and saying: "Next time when you see a handsome guy throwing himself at you, remember to be normal, or others will get scared."

  "You...!" I was so angry that my teeth were clenched and my feet were stomping. Does he think he's superior just because of his icy face? Unfortunately, it's not as good-looking as our family's Ming Yan. And judging from the morning, he didn't even brush his teeth, no wonder his words sound like farting.

  He walked by slowly, but I was furious and finally took off the casual shoes on my feet and threw them at him. "You cold-blooded freak, remember to brush your teeth next time you go out, who would want to get intimate with you?"