MTL - My Underachieving Seatmate Doesn’t Need Any Comforting-Chapter 120 Ten years later 3

Qiao Shaoyi lay down and fell asleep shortly after.

Is it really a dream with colors?

When Qiao Shao opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar and unfamiliar room. His heart twisted, he was shocked by the reality in front of him ...

Extremely quiet and depressing environment, dazzling incandescent lamp, and a shabby table and chair in the corner, as well as a pile of mineral water and compressed biscuits.

Qiao Shao took a light breath, preferring He Shenmeng to be a mess.

He was in He Shen's dream, in the room in He Shen's dream.

He Shen must not have been here, but many cases were kept when the case was processed. He apparently simulated the environment through photos. Qiao Shao slowly got up and dragged his ankles to look at the surrounding environment.

Real, very real, if he didn't keep his consciousness clearly, he would almost think he was back in the past.

Then the door opened, and Qiao Shao's scalp numb when the woman came in.

Fortunately ... he has put down, no longer afraid.

Women are also very real-messy hair, skinny faces, flattering smiles on the facial features: "Baby, are you hungry?"

Qiao Shao closed his eyes and kept silent.

It was normal for him not to speak, and the woman was not angry. She opened a bag of compressed meat and handed it to Qiao Shao: "Eat it, this is delicious."

How could it be delicious? How could Qiao Shao, who tasted the treasures of the mountains and seas, find this kind of food delicious?

Qiao Shao sat in place, waiting quietly.

He Shen will come and rescue him from here.

The woman put things where he could go, Wen said, "You eat well, and your mother feels hungry."

Qiao Shao's head buzzed and he clenched his knees.

He was not afraid, but the deepest emotions in his heart were brought out.

At the age of eleven, after being held for a full ten days, his spirit collapsed several times.

He missed his father, his mother, and all the people he knew. He cried and shouted, calling the names of all the people he knew in his heart, hoping that they would find him and save him.

No matter who it is, whoever it really is, just take him away.

But he waited a month, two months, three months ... until the woman died silently in front of him.

-Until the end, no one found him.

The sudden knock on the door broke the silence.

Qiao Shao looked up horribly, the woman's face was terrified, and a crisp teenager sounded, "I know you're inside."

The woman rushed over, covering Qiao Shao trying to scream.

The young man's voice was extremely penetrating, as if a ray of light illuminated the mist: "I have already called the police. If you don't want to be arrested, open the door quickly."

The woman looked terrified: "You, why do you call the police, I did nothing wrong, I just stay and stay at home."

The boy cried Shen: "He is not your child."

The woman was stimulated and screamed, "Nonsense, he is my son, my baby, he ..."

With a click, the door was unlocked—he was taking the time to unlock it.

The woman's pupils shrank, and the teenager who rushed into the door knocked on her head.

Qiao Shao was taken aback, not because of the woman's paralysis, but because of the fierce conviction in front of him.

He was only a teenager and a half-year-old boy. He didn't grow long, but the blue tendons on his arm holding the iron rod exploded. His dark eyes were full of hate, and his thin lips seemed to kill God.

Qiao Shao knew why He Shen had such a dream: he knew Qiao Shao's pain, he knew Qiao Shao's helplessness, he knew he had cried for a year and no one could save him in despair.

So he arrived immediately and pulled him out of hell.

Qiao Shao's heart was hot, because there was such a person who loved himself, but he forgot all the pain and disaster.

The boy crouched in front of him and opened him anklets.

Qiao Shao stared at him, countless words poured into his mouth.

The anklet opened, and the boy stood up and took his hand: "Follow me!"

Qiao Shao took his hand without hesitation: "Hmm!"

The two ran out of the narrow basement, ran out of the empty, abandoned parking lot, and ran all the way to the sun.

The hot sun fell on their shoulders, like clean warm water, washing away all the haze and cold.

He looked at him deeply, some in his eyes afraid: "It's all right."

Qiao Shao was also looking at him, and his eyes were red when he looked at him: "What's your name?"

He Shen froze, but the first thing he said was: "Don't cry, I'm not a bad person."

Qiao Shao didn't want to cry, but when the emotion came, he couldn't hold back: "I didn't cry ..." He asked him persistently, "What's your name?"

He Shen paused and said, "He Shen."

Qiao Shao held his hand firmly, "My name is Qiao Shao."

He Shen said: "I know."

Qiao Shao looked into his eyes and said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

He Shen looked away and his voice trembled, "You're fine."

Qiao Shao was so distressed that he habitually rolled up and kissed his lips: "Well, I'm fine."

He Shen froze and his ears were red.

Qiao Shao then responded: He Shen in this dream was unconscious, he was a simple eleven-year-old!

Alright, this is his turn.

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