"Brother...brother."

When Old Tang heard these calls full of attachment, he felt irritable inside.

Although it can be heard from the tone that the other party is very cautious, for fear of causing his dissatisfaction.

But it's like you are obviously very tired, and when you are sleeping very soundly on the bed with the word "tai" in it, that eager call keeps buzzing in your ears like a fly, and the other person's pitiful

The sound makes you feel embarrassed to yell and chase him away.

The other party kept calling me brother, the key is who is your brother?

Old Tang was very depressed.

He is an orphan who grew up in a slum in Brooklyn, New York, USA. His parents don't even know who his younger brother is or where he comes from. However, the family that adopted him has many younger brothers, and they are all adopted. Every day

They are given some food to eat, and when they have a little strength, they are forced to work to earn money, but most of the money will be taken away by their adoptive parents.

I remember when I was young, those younger brothers would also call him "brother" affectionately, but they just wanted the food in Old Tang's bowl. If he didn't give it to him, those younger brothers would attack him in groups, ride on him and beat him violently.

But Old Tang was also tough at that time. While his brothers were beating him, he would eat like crazy. After they finished beating him, he also finished eating.

There is no other way. If he is robbed once, he will be robbed countless times in the future. If this continues, it will be difficult for Old Tang to survive the next winter. In order to survive, he must defend his own things.

I remember one time when those younger brothers got anxious and planned to use some force to make Old Tang submit, but Old Tang struck first. He held down the guy who was shouting the loudest and hit him in the face with a blaster.

The guy cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf.

From then on, no one dared to snatch his food from Old Tang, because his brothers all knew that this guy was a lone wolf who did not get along with others. If anyone dared to provoke him, he would risk his life.

"Brother...I'm leaving then."

The little boy's voice was a little low, with a hint of sadness.

Then there were footsteps gradually disappearing.

Well, Old Tang admitted that he couldn't bear it at this moment.

When he was adopted by the adoptive parents, although he was given so little food every day that he could not eat enough, he was still willing to secretly share some of the leftovers with a stray cat on the street. Old Tang named him Tom.

, yes, it is the cat in "Tom and Jerry". He hopes that this stray kitten will meet a good family in the future, although there may be a little mouse named Jerry who keeps mischievously following him.

They love and kill each other, but who says they are unhappy?

But then the kitten died. When Old Tang found it, the man was covered in blood. He didn't know how the kitten died. It might have been tortured to death, or it might have been run over by a vehicle on the road.

After death, Old Tang only knew that he cried for a long time. He dug a hole with his own hands in the flower bed where the kitten often basked in the sun, and buried the kitten in it. He even secretly saved food for the kitten for several days.

They were all buried together with it.

Old Tang hoped that the kitten named Tom could sleep forever in this place full of flowers and warm as spring, and never be hungry or cold again.

Now the little boy's call reminded him of the kitten again.

For a long time after the kitten died, Old Tang couldn't help but think that if he had been braver and taken the kitten home for adoption, even if he would have eaten less, or would have worked part-time in the future

All the money I earn goes to the adoptive parents, so I can give the kittens a place to live.

The place doesn't need to be big, it just needs to be big enough for the kitten to sleep. Anyway, the kitten has always been well-behaved. Every time Old Tang feeds it, the kitten will stick out its little tongue and lick his hand tenderly.

If he gets such a small nest, the kitten will not die, but will be able to be with him every day, play together, bask in the sun together, and even live together.

But that's just an if after all.

The little boy was like an abandoned kitten. When he called for his brother, Old Tang seemed to hear the meowing sound of little Tom.

Maybe when little Tom was about to die, he meowed like this, expecting Old Tang to appear.

Suddenly, a strong throbbing surged in Old Tang's heart.

He felt that the little boy was lost and longed for his family to be by his side, so he regarded him as his older brother. Maybe the other person really had an older brother who would always protect the little boy like a superman.

Old Tang felt that he would wake up no matter what.

Hell, he seemed to be still in a trance dream, but the sounds in his ears were so real, even the footsteps gradually leaving were so real.

No matter, wake up first and talk.

Old Tang subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but it was as if he was being pressed against the bed by a ghost. He couldn't get up at all, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

The footsteps in his ears gradually became distant, and Old Tang even heard the other party opening the door to leave.

not good!

This is a slum area in Brooklyn. The alleys are complicated and people's hearts are even more complicated. Once the little boy leaves like this, he may even be swallowed up by this alley. In the future, he doesn't know whether he will be forced to sell drugs or do other terrible things.

For example, organs are sold.

Old Tang was very anxious, and the tragic scenes of Little Tom being tortured and killed by many people or being continuously run over by countless vehicles flashed through his mind.

He felt that he had to call out to the little boy who was about to leave. He was not brave enough to take little Tom with him at the beginning. This time, he could not let the tragedy happen again no matter what!

"Damn it, open it for me!"

Old Tang burst out with all his strength, and with a roar, he rolled over from the bed.

He didn't dare to stop, and immediately stepped forward to call the little boy to stop him.

But when I looked up, I was dazzled by the sun.

He clearly remembered that it was still very late at night before he went to bed. He played several games of StarCraft and won the first place. In the end, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep. Could it be that he was in a trance and it was the next day?

But his room is close to the light rail, and the environment is very dark. Even if there is a little sunshine on weekdays, it is impossible to be like now, when the sunshine almost fills the entire room.

Ah Le? Where am I?

Old Tang saw the layout of this room clearly and was slightly stunned.

Surrounded by all the quaint furniture, from tables to wooden benches, to plaques and ancient paintings hanging on the walls, it feels like you have arrived at an elegant house in Chinatown.

If the dilapidated and dirty little house before could be considered a home, then...his home is gone?!

"Brother, you're awake."

Just when Old Tang was confused, a little boy's voice came from the side.

Old Tang subconsciously turned his head to look.

I saw a little boy dressed in white holding an ink pen in hand and writing on rice paper at his desk. He was writing very seriously, every stroke was so meticulous. There was also a plain white camellia in the porcelain vase on the table.

"Little guy, you didn't leave?"

Old Tang was puzzled.

Because the little boy's voice was exactly the same as the one calling his brother before.

But the other party didn't look like he was about to leave. He was sitting on the stool and writing seriously.

Old Tang glanced at it and saw that what was written on the rice paper was the word "dragon" like a flying dragon and a phoenix.

Even an old man like him can see that this character is written in a very unique way. It feels like it is no longer a character, but is really twisted into a flying dragon.

Until the little boy finished the last stroke, he touched the last point of the word dragon with the ink pen in his hand.

roar!

Like the finishing touch, a majestic dragon roar suddenly echoed from the surroundings.

Old Tang turned his head and looked around in horror, but found nothing unusual, as if the scene just now was just his hallucination.

Old Tang shook his head and wondered whether he had suffered from the sequelae of flying dragons after playing too many Star Wars last night.

"Brother, I'm not leaving."

The little boy tilted his head and smiled at him, with a touch of playfulness on his delicate and tender face.

"I was fooled..."

Old Tang had itchy teeth.

But seeing how cute the little guy was, I thought I'd better forget it, I won't behave like a child.

In fact, when the little boy smiled at him, Old Tang almost started laughing too. After all, the little boy didn't leave, so those tragedies wouldn't have happened.

He could take the little boy to the police station in a while. Maybe the little boy's family is also anxiously looking for him.

He looked at the little boy's delicate Asian face, and coupled with his fluent Chinese, he might be of Chinese descent like him.

This can be regarded as meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"Little guy, eat the grapes."

Old Tang picked up a bunch of green grapes from the table next to him. Under the sun, the bunch of grapes looked like a bunch of gems, shining with an alluring luster.

Even Old Tang swallowed hard when he saw it. He said that he had never seen such beautiful grapes. Even the smell made people feel juicy and sweet.

He picked up the bunch of grapes and handed them to the little boy.

Under the sun, you can clearly see the little boy's chapped lips. It is estimated that the little boy has been lost for a long time, and may not even have eaten for several days.

Old Tang couldn't help but sigh that the little boy was so lucky that he could live in peace even if he wandered in the slums of Brooklyn, New York for a few days.

He even met his noble man.

Old Tang Tian thought shamelessly, completely forgetting that at first he was very disgusted with this boy's voice, and even wanted to drive him away.
To be continued...