Flowers in full bloom [Through the book, I became the favorite of the dark group]

Chapter 503 Childhood Memories: Celebrating Birthdays Together

Four people died and Wang Yao was so frightened that he fell ill for two days before he dared to come out from the scrap yard owner's place to find something to eat.

He was also an orphan, and was taken in by the owner of a scrap yard. When the boss fell ill, Wang Yao earned some "quick money" and tried his best to help him.

I didn't expect to meet such a weird little girl.

Wang Yao thought he had escaped a disaster, but he didn't expect that there was someone more stubborn than him.

Less than two hours after he was released, a hand grabbed the back of his neck, electrocuted him and made him twitch, then he was knocked to the ground by a small fist.

When he woke up again, two little girls were standing in front of him, like two kings of hell.

Ye Buqi stood there with her arms folded. When she saw him wake up, her clothes flew outwards as if blown by air. Arcs of lightning crackled, and Wang Yao was so frightened that he immediately became alert and subconsciously leaned to the other side.

"boom!"

A pink fist brushed past his face and hit the wall, sending gravel flying and scratching Wang Yao's ears.

Wang Yao was so frightened that his eyes, nose and mouth moved.

This punch seemed to crush his internal organs.

"Big sister, what can I do for you?"

Little Changle had Ye Buqi's support, and his back was straight: "Don't you remember me?"

Wang Yao took a closer look and was so frightened that he threw his head back and fell to the ground without even caring about the "bang" he hit his head on.

"Big sister, big brother, I didn't bully you. I didn't do it. They were the ones who did it! You can take revenge if you want, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Ye Buqi's eyes were indifferent: "If you had done that, you wouldn't be standing here alive today."

Wang Yao was so scared that his face turned pale. He begged for mercy and said, "You can ask me to do anything! Can I tolerate you being the boss? Don't kill me..."

Ye Buqi and Chang Le looked at each other and said, "Two conditions. First, give every penny you earn from my sister to her. Second, from now on you are our little brother and you have to protect my sister."

Wang Yao hesitated and said with embarrassment: "I have no objection to the conditions, but, but I have already spent part of the money."

Then Wang Yao began to tell the tragic story of the scrap yard owner and himself with tears in his eyes. Ye Buqi and Chang Le looked indifferent, but they didn't make things difficult for him.

Wang Yao "honorably" got the name "Da Huang" and then became Xiao Changle's little follower.

"You haven't been to school?" Ye Buqi came to see little Changle. At that time, Wang Yao, who was still called Dahuang, was staying with little Changle and asking him how to write his name.

Wang Yao scratched his head in embarrassment: "No, but going to school does cost money. I can only recognize a few words, which is enough for me."

Ye Buqi showed disdain on his face and said, "I brought some books from home and asked Lele to teach you how to read."

Wang Yao stretched his neck and came close to little Changle: "Little boss, you are so young, but you know so many words!"

Little Changle glanced at him and said, "We know each other naturally."

Wang Yao smacked his lips in a sour tone: "As expected, the boss is the boss!"

Xiao Changle gave him one third of the meat pie, and Wang Yao happily shook off the invisible tail behind him.

So, the small shabby house became the secret base of the three people.

Wang Yao was the forward. Whenever someone came to bully him, he would be the first to rush forward. He would do it without saying anything. If he could beat them, he would come back to ask for credit. If he couldn't beat them, he would run back to complain to Xiao Changle and Ye Buqi.

Unconsciously, they got used to each other's presence.

Although in reality it is only a few dozen days.

……

"Before I met you, I was just a pile of mud. After I met you, I began to think that I wanted to live a good life."

Wang Yao took Chang Le to the open-air parking lot and sat down. "This is the small house where we used to stay. It was later flattened and turned into a parking lot."

Chang Le looked at the unfamiliar parking lot, his head feeling dizzy as fragments of memories flooded in.

Her memory returned to the moment when Wang Yao described their second meeting and then stopped. She pressed her temples lightly to calm herself and tried to remember what happened next.

Wang Yao looked at her pressing her head and trying to recall, and sighed imperceptibly, saying:

"When I was on my own, I thought I could get a few younger brothers to be the boss and not be bullied. However, I still couldn't beat those older kids and adults. But after following you two younger sisters, I haven't been bullied."

"I can eat, I can have friends to play with, and I can learn."

"Looking back now, I felt as happy as if I were soaking in honey during those days. I couldn't think of any worries. I was just laughing and having fun. Whenever I think of it, I want to laugh."

"That's it..." Wang Yao lowered his head to hide the strong emotions in his eyes, "Why do you think happy days are so short?"

Chang Le was stunned for a moment, then looked up, and Wang Yao's sad eyes happened to catch his eye:

"I just went out for a while, and you all disappeared."

All, gone...

The tail end of the words was broken up by the wind and passed into my ears in fragments. The parking lot in front of me was replaced by a familiar small house.

Twelve years ago——

March 12th.

"Today is the birthday of my two eldest brothers and two princesses! The eldest brother Ye is ten years old this year! The youngest brother is also six years old! Congratulations on growing one year older!"

Wang Yao danced around the two little girls and the four-inch cake in the middle.

Wang Yao put candles on the cake. Ye Buqi wanted six, but Xiao Changle insisted on ten: "This is Sister Ye's birthday, so it should be Sister Ye's age!"

Ye Buqi touched her head and said, "My birthday is also Lele's birthday."

March 12th is Ye Buqi’s birthday. Little Changle doesn’t know when she was born. When Ye Buqi finds out, he asks her to celebrate her birthday with him.

"Happy birthday to you..." Wang Yao sang loudly to the two of them.

After blowing out the candles and making a wish, Wang Yao shyly took out two gift boxes made from greeting cards and handed them to the two people:

"Ahem, don't mind. I made it myself, and I bought the things inside with my own money."

Ye Buqi wanted to open it, but Wang Yao rushed over and held it down, begging: "No, no, no, open it when you are not in front of me! Please!"

"You're not trying to scare me, are you?"

"Of course not! I did it myself... I can't tell you, or there won't be any surprises if I tell you!"

"Then what are you afraid of? I'm not laughing at you."

"No, no, no, no! I'm embarrassed!"

The two were bickering, but little Changle stared at Ye Buqi's wrist that was accidentally exposed, and his face turned cold.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this color?" Wang Yao turned his head and looked at her with her head down, looking unhappy.

Xiao Changle adjusted his expression, smiled and shook his head.

The three of them shared a small cake and enjoyed it very satisfyingly.

Wang Yao was washing dishes, and little Changle pulled Ye Buqi outside.

"What's wrong?" Ye Buqi was confused.

Xiao Changle suddenly pulled up the clothes on her arm. Ye Buqi was so scared that she immediately pressed it down: "Don't!"

Although it was fleeting, Xiao Changle clearly saw the hideous purple and red marks on her arms. A quick glance revealed that they were caused by knife scratches, nail pinches, and cigarette burns.

Little Changle's chest rose and fell violently, and his big round eyes were bloodshot and red: "They beat you again?! Let's go report it!"

"It's useless." Ye Buqi held her back and smiled indifferently.

"They are my biological parents who I have identified. What can I do if I report them? They will only give me a few words of admonition, and then I will be sent back to them. The next day, they will become even worse. It's useless."

"You can't just let them beat you!" Little Changle's tears fell down in pain, "Your hands are like that."