I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Chapter 72

It took Xing Wen nearly 10 minutes to adapt to the current facts.

Just like when Mu Chen became a model under his influence, Xing Wen was still a child in Huo Wanrou's dream.

It's a dream about the past.

When Xing Wen was looking around the room, something that had been staring at him for a long time in the corner suddenly jumped down——

"Meow!" the white cat yelled.

Xing Wen was almost staggered. After the opponent succeeded, he hung directly on his back, and his tail whipped his body again and again.

This is a white puppet cat. It looks just like Xing Wen at the moment... young.

The door was knocked twice at this moment, before Xing Wen had time to make any preparations, Huo Wanrou pushed the door open and entered.

"Why are you still making trouble?" Huo Wanrou wore glasses on the bridge of her nose, she looked almost the same as 20 years later.

The cat was so frightened that it crawled into Xing Wen's arms. Xing Wen barely supported the heavy cat's buttocks with one arm, watching Huo Wanrou without saying a word.

Huo Wanrou frowned, with obvious doubts on her expression - she was obviously not too guarded in front of the "child".

"Go to bed early." Huo Wanrou said, "Happy birthdays are not so lawless."

Xing Wen was stunned for a moment, thinking about how he should react at this time, which is more like the behavior that a child of a few years old should have.

Jumping forward and shouting "Mom, good night, I want a hug"?

He wasn't even sure if he would act like a baby when he was a child.

Huo Wanrou also seemed to be stunned for a while, then came over to make the bed for Xing Wen, and then extended her hand to Xing Wen.

Xing Wen realized what the other party was going to do, took the initiative to take off his coat and sweater, and put the cat on the desk.

After the cat landed on the ground, it habitually ran up to Xing Wen's small bed, and got together next to the pillow.

It is estimated that it does this every day, Huo Wanrou didn't respond, she pulled the quilt away, and Xing Wen got in.

"Good night." Huo Wanrou said.

"Good night." Xing Wen said cooperatively.

The lights in the room were turned off. Xing Wen closed his eyes and listened to the door being closed. He lay still for a while before turning over.

"Meow." The little milk cat came over delicately.

"Today is my birthday." Xing Wen said something in a low voice, then suddenly froze: "How old are you?"

Naturally, the cat couldn't answer him. Xing Wen quickly flipped through it, and there happened to be a square electronic clock on the desk with the year and date on it.

November 11th is indeed his birthday, his fifth birthday.

This was the day 20 years ago when he was injected with the potion by his parents, Xing Wen suddenly became nervous.

If the dream really develops according to history, then Xing Zhao may come to his room after he is asleep...

Once the potion is injected, it will be a severe rejection reaction. At that time, if you want to start other plans, you will have no action and no chance.

have to escape.

As soon as this idea came out, Xing Wen hurriedly pulled his coat over and jumped off the bed.

When the puppet, who had just fallen asleep with squinted eyes, heard the movement, it jumped up and hung on Xing Wen's shoulder.

"Don't." Xing Wen said angrily, reaching out to push the cat, which was too heavy for him.

"Xing Xing looks not quite right." In the master bedroom, Huo Wanrou sat down in front of the vanity mirror.

Xing Zhao was observing the blue potion in the glass bottle, and asked after a while, "Where?"

"Didn't he be very happy when he was cutting the cake today?" Huo Wanrou said, "But I just saw that he was preoccupied."

Xing Zhao was dumbfounded for a few seconds, then smiled: "What's on your mind? A five-year-old child?"

"He matured earlier than the average child." Huo Wanrou commented coldly, "Maybe he really noticed what we were going to do."

"That's also the precocity we raised." Xing Zhao said, "The last time his teacher contacted me, asked me to take him to see a psychologist, saying that the child might be autistic."

"What do you want to say?" Huo Wanrou looked at him sideways, "Because it was born by myself, so I can't bear it? Then who else can we try, and try to inject the medicine into your body?"

Xing Zhao was speechless all of a sudden.

Huo Wanrou saw through his appearance and sneered: "Coward."

Xing Zhao had a cold face, but he couldn't think of anything to refute, so he silently put part of the potion into the prepared syringe.

Huo Wanrou reached out to take it, but Xing Zhao didn't give it.

"I'll do it myself." Xing Zhao looked at her, "I can do it."

Huo Wanrou still sneered, and followed her husband out of the room, Xing Zhao looked at the time, at this point Xing Wen must have fallen asleep.

The door was opened carefully, and the light in the living room extended from the floor to the bed in a long strip, and there was still a smell of bath milk for children in the room.

Looking at the messy bed, Xing Zhao was stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the glass window.

"Why..." Huo Wanrou was also stunned when she looked into the room.

Xing Wen is gone, and the puppet cat at home is also gone.

"This is the second floor." Xing Zhao said looking at the window.

After Xing Wen came out, he ran all the way with the cat in his arms, his face was flushed from the cold, and the cat shivered from the cold.

Although it's only the beginning of November, it's already winter in this northern city.Not only was it windy at night, but the temperature was only a few degrees Celsius.

The time Xing Wen lived here was too short. After becoming a child, his mobility became much lower, and he ran for a long time before sneaking out of the community.

The weather at this point is no better than that of southern cities, and the roads are basically in a depression, and the only lights on are convenience stores.

Xing Wen was so cold that his baby teeth were fighting, and he appeared in front of the only noodle shop that was still open at this hour, panting.

He remembered this noodle shop, the manager was a very warm-hearted old man, but Xing Wen couldn't remember exactly how warm-hearted he was.

Anyway, he only knew that if he didn't go in, he would either freeze to death tonight or be sent to the police station.

"Oh my god! Isn't this Xing Xing!" The old man saw him and quickly opened the door for him.

When the heating in the store hits his face, Xing Wen suddenly felt a lot safer.

"Why is this spot still outside? It's so cold." The old man quickly took his arm and bent down: "Let me see, my face is red from the cold... Where are your parents?"

Xing Wen thought for a while, then shook his head like a child.

"I'll call them." The old man said, "These two couples are too good at attracting children!"

"Uncle!" Xing Wen hurriedly stopped him, "Don't hit me, they kicked me out."

"This..." The old man was dumbfounded all of a sudden, stretched out his hand to rub Xing Wen's hair, and sighed: "What's the matter, the baby is still so small..."

Xing Wen hugged the cat, lowered his head and said nothing. In fact, he was thinking about what to do next.

There is only this chance to wear a dream, and it cannot be wasted, and this time is actually very good, maybe you can find the antidote for the potion.

"Let's rest at Uncle's place for one night, and Uncle will take you to reason with your parents in the morning tomorrow!" The old man said again.

Xing Wen nodded, intending to rest here for the night, and leave when the cold is not so bright tomorrow.

"Are you hungry?" the old man asked, "If you're hungry, uncle will serve you some noodles."

Xing Wen didn't respond, and was quietly observing everything in the store. He had indeed been taken care of by this old man before.If you don't remember clearly, this means that it happened before he was injected with the potion.

"Then... How about a cup of hot milk?" The old man hesitated for a while and scratched his head in annoyance, "Hey, you're talking about others, I don't know how to seduce children myself."

After he finished speaking, he went into the kitchen, leaving Xing Wen sitting on the chair alone, hesitating to cross his legs for a while, but instead shook his dangling legs.

His figure could barely be reflected in the oil-stained floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Xing Wen looked sideways, slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

It turns out that I was like this when I was a child, and it feels so strange to look at it like this.

Perhaps because people are growing up every day, it is always difficult for people to realize that they are growing up, and the actual changes have been accumulating over time.

If possible, he would also like to see Mu Chen when he was a child, and see how the other party grew up to be what he is now...

Xing Wen was still thinking about something, the old man came out of the back kitchen with a cup of hot milk: "I don't know if you can get used to it, I only have this kind of milk powder in bags..."

"It's not your middle-aged and elderly high-calcium milk." Xing Wen took it, and the puppet cat took the opportunity to slip from his lap to the ground.

The old man was confused: "Huh?"

Xing Wen reacted suddenly, showing a very innocent smile: "Thank you, Uncle."

The old man stayed still for a full ten seconds, and then laughed honestly: "Now the children... what TV series are they watching?"

Xing Wen was holding a warm milk cup in his hand, and he could smell a very fragrant scent. Thinking about it, there is no need to pretend to be like the old man.

It's an NPC anyway.

Xing Wen held the cup to his lips, blew elegantly with lowered eyes, and noticed that the old man was watching him right now.

Speaking of which, he has been so dependent on milk for so many years, is it because of the old man?

Neither Xing Zhao nor Huo Wanrou had the habit of making good night milk for him. He just knew that he liked milk as long as he could remember, and he could sleep well after drinking it...

"I seem to have heard that children can sleep well after drinking milk." The old man scratched his head, still laughing.

Xing Wen's lips were already on the rim of the cup, but he suddenly stopped.

His heart was beating wildly, and his hands and feet felt numb and weak involuntarily, as if under the action of the violent heartbeat.

Twenty years ago, the warm-hearted old man did take care of him.

It just so happened...it just so happened that at this night, in this noodle shop, he was poured such a cup of hot milk like this.

It's just that he doesn't remember.

"What's the matter, Xing Xing?" The old man still looked at him, but his smile seemed to have disappeared.

I don't know if it disappeared or not, and Xing Wen couldn't look carefully out of the corner of his eye.To be precise... he didn't dare to look carefully.

With a crisp sound, the glass was smashed to the ground, and the milk flowed to the feet of the puppet cat, which made the cat scream out in fright.

"What are you doing!" The old man was terrified, and he raised his foot to kick the screaming cat.

Xing Wen rushed over to pick up the cat, accidentally hit the old man on the back, rolled over in the milk, and rushed towards the door as fast as he could.

Xing Wen could still see the old man through the greasy glass door.

He still stood there without moving, but he seemed to be smiling, and it was hard to tell if it was distorted by the dirty glass.

Xing Wen paused for almost a second, then slammed his body open the door and ran away.

"He ran away." The old man said into the phone, "Running towards the amusement park."

Xing Wen hugged the cat again, his body was covered in dirty milk stains, every step he took seemed to be stepping on the urgent heartbeat.

He didn't know why the situation became like this all of a sudden, and he didn't know where it was safe to run to, so that he could hide with confidence.

This area is relatively barren, and it is already considered a suburb. Back then, his parents' financial conditions could only buy a house in this area.

Xing Wen met no one along the way, not even patrolling security guards, and there were not many road signs left in his memory. Within ten minutes, he ran to the newly built amusement park here.

This is what he remembers, because when he was a child, he wanted to play in it, and he would keep looking at it when he passed by.

The amusement park is naturally closed at night, and Xing Wen was so panting that he was about to fall to the ground when he ran to this point, walking along the wall with great difficulty.

There was a small opening close to the ground, he noticed.

"Here, do you think it's okay?" Xing Wen actually started to ask the cat for advice.

"Meow." The puppet cat meowed obediently.

"Okay." Panting, Xing Wen took the cat off his body.

When the cat saw the hole, it went into it. Xing Wen collected himself, bent down and followed into the hole—it was just big enough for his size to pass through.

Xing Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the garden, picked up the cat again very tiredly, and looked around.

It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, and the air could smell the new paint of the rides.

He is not afraid of ghosts, but he really has no interest in staying in this kind of place for one night, but he really has no other choice.

Xing Wen walked slowly in the direction of the carousel. A huge pumpkin cart was installed on it. It might be a good place for him to rest for a while.

The puppet cat was trembling in his arms, Xing Wen stretched out his hand to comfort it carefully, and sat in the pumpkin cart.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his limbs felt as if he had lost consciousness due to the cold and the exhaustion from running.

Xing Wen turned his head to the inside, and was about to squint for a while, but saw a face on the glass wall of the inner column of the merry-go-round.

Colorful, exaggerated smile, looking at him without blinking.

Xing Wen jumped up in fright. This is a clown in the amusement park. Xing Wen quickly judged that it was a human being.

The clown raised his hand, pointed at him and said, "Found it! He's here!"

"It's your mother! Crazy!" Xing Wen finally exploded with anger.

But when the Joker steps onto the carousel, he realizes he's a kid now.

"I will never come to your bullshit amusement park in my life, close it as soon as possible!" After scolding, Xing Wen hugged the cat and ran away.

But there was another wave of people, uniformly wearing long white coats, who were from the research institute.

Huo Wanrou even dreamed of catching him.

Xing Wen hurriedly turned around. At this moment, he almost had no choice but to panic. The amusement park is huge, and there is always a place for him to hide.

Is there really?

Xing Wen felt that his IQ had been blown away by the cold wind, and when he saw the cloth curtain of the hip-hop mirror, he just opened it and got in.

All sides are covered with glass, reflecting the tall, short, fat and thin self. Xing Wen holds the cat tightly in his arms, and he is completely unable to run.

He still dislikes Mu Chen's poor physical strength all day long, let's see what he looks like now.

The dream that Zhang Chengbin chose for him was really good. He was not chased by monsters, but this dream was far scarier than being chased by monsters.

"Don't...don't shake." Xing Wen patted the cat's butt twice.

The cat gripped his body tightly, and only then did Xing Wen realize that he was shaking.

"Did you see him?" There were voices from outside, and there were many footsteps.

Xing Wen hurriedly retreated to the corner, this position is too passive, and there is only a piece of cloth curtain in front of the exit.

"This little thing runs pretty fast—" a voice gradually approached him.

Xing Wen almost held his breath, he clearly heard footsteps coming this way, he didn't move, and then found that the footsteps showed signs of moving away.

"Meow." The cat in his arms suddenly called out at this moment.

"Did you hear that?" The man who spoke at the beginning stopped suddenly.

Xing Wen almost wanted to hit the cat at this moment.

"I heard you." It was the clown's voice, and it was very recognizable with a strange voice: "He's hiding behind that curtain."

Xing Wen: "..."

Footsteps gathered around, Xing Wen bit his lower lip, covered in cold sweat, lifted the cat's front paws against the wall, and stood up little by little with great difficulty.

He didn't know if he should stare at the curtain, waiting for the moment it was lifted to come to him.

With a creaking sound, Xing Wen squatted down suddenly, and he could see a tall, short, fat, thin, and pitch-black person through the glass of the hip-hop mirror.

The man came over very fast and grabbed his arms.

Xing Wen couldn't beat this kind of power at all, and at the moment when his heart couldn't bear more shocks, he actually made a counterattack that was very in line with the momentum of a kid.

He gnawed hard on the back of this man's white hand——

The other party let out a cry of pain, and at the same moment, his muddled consciousness finally gained focus.

He recognized this hand.

Xing Wen only felt that his whole body lost his strength all of a sudden, and his eye sockets were very hot.

"It's okay, baby." The other party quickly hugged him into his arms, "It's me."

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放心吧，这里的狐狸是真狐狸，不是梦境NPC。感谢在2019-11-2423:09:00~2019-11-2623:56:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: what are you talking about? 3; they all call me mud bowl slag; 2;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!