[Quick Transmigration] He who was born to be loved

Chapter 292 Daily Life 06

Lance paused, and there was a turbulent emotion in his heart, but his face remained calm, as if he didn't hear it at all.

The sudden voice made Yue Jia tense immediately. He subconsciously glanced at Lan Si, not wanting him to know too much, so he hurriedly stood up and said.

"Lance, you must be hungry, I'll get you some food."

After he finished speaking, he walked quickly towards the door, opened it and quickly closed it before the child could say any more.

This residence is not good, even very simple, like the kind of forgotten slums in the city. Although the furniture is clean and tidy, the yellowed walls and narrow space reflect the shabbyness of this home everywhere.

Even the clothes Yue Jia wore just now were white shirts and washed-out jeans.

The windows of this room were closed tightly, and the curtains were completely drawn. Lan Si listened carefully to the sound of footsteps walking away from the door, leaned forward with difficulty, tilted his head and opened the curtains a little, and saw the opposite side through the window. residential buildings.

The walls are a dark gray that has been corroded by time. On the balcony, there are middle-aged women in suspender pajamas drying clothes, and the sound of cursing full of complaints can seep in through the windows.

Lance had never been to such a place, so he had no way of getting any effective information.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching again, he lay back on the bed, and Yue Jia, who came in with the meal, quickly closed the door, then walked quickly to the bed, and said with a smile on his face.

"Lance, you must be very hungry. Tell me which one you like to eat, and I will feed you."

The meals on the bedside table are simple meat and vegetable dishes and a bowl of millet porridge. The homely aroma and attractive appearance of the dishes show that the cooks are skilled and experienced.

Lance sat up and leaned against the head of the bed within a limited range of motion, and asked.

"Did you do all of this?"

Yue Jia shook his head, subconsciously replied.

"I didn't do it, Xiaohuan did it."

After he finished answering, he realized something, and quickly shut his mouth tightly and stopped talking. He wiped the chopsticks and spoon with a paper towel several times before asking hesitantly.

"Lance, what do you want to eat, I'll get it for you."

Lance opened his hand to him, beckoning him to pass the chopsticks to himself, and said gently.

"Yue Jia, I'll do it myself."

The disappointment of being rejected was diluted a lot in front of the surprise of him calling out his name, Yue Jia didn't insist anymore, just stared at him slowly eating, with an extremely satisfied expression.

Lance asked casually after taking a few mouthfuls of food.

"Is Xiaohuan the kid who knocked on the door just now? Is he your brother?"

Yue Jia hesitated for a moment, then nodded and answered.

"That's right, Xiaohuan is my younger brother."

He obviously didn't like Lan Si mentioning other people when he was chatting with him, and after scribbling, he asked him what he wanted to eat tomorrow, and he would buy it in advance.

Lance answered along with his words, without asking any other questions.

After eating, Yue Jia went out for a while, probably also to eat, and then came back and continued to chat with him joyfully.

This room should belong to Yue Jia, but he was afraid that Lan Si, who had been thinking about it day and night, would be uncomfortable sleeping here, so he made a floor bunk and leaned against the place closest to the bed.

They stopped talking late at night, and Lan Si heard Yue Jia's breathing gradually became longer.

He couldn't sleep at all, and waited for a few more minutes before grinding the ropes of his hands and feet as silently as possible, but after a long time, the ropes were only slightly frayed, and his wrists were sore. It won't work until dawn.

Lance carefully scanned the furnishings in the room with his corner of the eye, thinking about what tools he should use to help him escape, when he was concentrating, he suddenly heard an extremely small sound coming from the direction of the door.

His eyebrows twitched, and he looked over immediately.

A thin and short figure came in silently, the footsteps sounded like a cat, he went straight to the bed, dropped the wire used to pick the lock in his hand, and silently spoke with the scissors in the other hand. Cut the ropes of Lansi's hands and feet.

Lance stared at the calm and neat kid in a daze. After waiting for a while, the kid cut all the ropes that bound him, and then finally took a look at him.

The dark eyes are like the night, and no light can seep in.

The child turned around and walked out of the house, and stopped when he found that Lan Si hadn't followed. He turned around and glanced at him urgently, and Lan Si lightly got off the bed and followed him.

Outside the room was a very narrow living room. The child did not turn on the light for some reason, and Lance walked carefully in the darkness, for fear of bumping into something and making a noise.

The child seemed to think that he was walking too slowly, so he took a few steps back, grabbed his hand hanging by his side, and led him towards the door.

The tender palm was very soft, but the palm was full of calluses. Lance paused for a moment, and then followed him out silently. The child finally spoke when he brought Lance to the gate of the community of the residential building.

"Hurry up, go out and walk along the east road for an hour to return to the main road."

The residential building in the middle of the night looks like a gloomy dead house, only a faint street light is on at the gate of the community, the wind is very cool at night, the child is only wearing thin pajamas but there is no reaction at all, as if already It's like getting used to it.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went back, Lance stopped him. "Xiao Huan!"

The child paused and turned to look at him.

Lance smiled at him and said softly. "Xiaohuan, thank you."

The child was silent for a few seconds, and then continued to walk back. The immature figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness of the dilapidated residential building.

The author has something to say

Shen Yueli: (I am running wildly)

Lance: (smiling) Guess what will happen to Xiaohuan?

see you tomorrow!