Chapitre 1: Chapter 1: Iger Morriss
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"Ahem..."
There was a cough, and in the quiet ward, a black-haired boy was leaning against the bedside covered with a quilt. There was a thick stack of books on the bedside.
The boy looked haggard. He gently closed the book in his hand and placed it on the bedside. He looked out the window with some longing.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the cool spring breeze blew through the treetops. Two sparrows flashed past the window and landed on the treetops with their chirping.
There was a smile on the boy's lips, and his bright eyes were somewhat inconsistent with his haggard face.
Outside the ward door, a couple was sobbing and communicating with a man in a white coat.
"It's very possible that this is his last spring. Of course, I'm just saying it's possible..." A voice in a white coat came from under the mask: "In fact, with a body like Mr. Xiang Ling's, it's already extraordinary that he can live to the age of twenty. It's an incredible miracle, he is a very strong boy, and I think God will bless him."
"What should we do now?" The crying woman in front of her wiped her tears and sniffed from time to time: "I don't know how to tell him the news. Doctor, is there really no other way?"
"The speed of the disease is too fast..." The doctor slowly shook his head: "It can only be said that he was not born at the right time. If there were current medical technology more than ten years ago, there would still be some hope, but now it is really No more. Mr. Ling is really the strongest person I have ever seen. He was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of two and survived until he was twenty. I think a person like Mr. Ling will not let go even if he dies. His smile has lost its color, I suggest you two to take him to do what he wants to do as much as possible and communicate more."
In the corridor, the woman's crying continued, and the man beside the woman also had red eyes. He nodded to the white coat in front of him, and walked into the room with his wife.
In the room, the boy's thin figure stood by the window, looking longingly at the sky outside.
"You can't come down, just rest in bed!" The man couldn't help but panicked as he looked at his son.
The boy shook his head slightly, his face flushed with excitement, and he seemed to be a little excited.
The spring breeze blows ten miles outside the house, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. It is the gorgeous season of colorful flowers.
The boy gently opened his arms and looked at the world outside the window with burning eyes.
"I feel like I have never been as healthy and strong as I am now. I can feel it, Dad..." A smile appeared on the boy's face: "I don't have much time..."
The woman behind him cried even louder when he heard this. The man looked at his son in front of him with a bitter look on his face: "I'm sorry, son..."
The boy shook his head, and the blood on his face became darker: "I am very grateful to you for allowing me to travel in this world. Although I have not been out much, it is still very beautiful, right?"
"I read a book. The wise man in the book said that death is just the beginning of a greater adventure..." The boy smiled: "If this is a wonderful adventure, then I will be happy to accept it. Life is bitter. It's short, why not give it a try?"
As he said that, the boy laughed at his own words: "I am willing to die in this spring breeze, where the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing. Life may not be happy, and death may not be painful. I am very happy to see such a beautiful world, and I am also very lucky. I can meet parents like you."
The window of the ward was slightly opened, and a wisp of spring breeze blew by. The boy's eyes quickly dimmed, and he stumbled into his mother's arms, but he still murmured.
"Forgive me for saying I love you for the last time."
In the warm spring sun, there were painful cries in the ward. A couple lost the most precious treasure in their lives, and a free soul began a new adventure...
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London, England.
London in the late 1980s had bright colors, but people came and went in a hurry, ignoring the bright buildings and colorful colors around them. Perhaps because of the gloomy tones in the sky, the people coming and going seemed not very happy.
At the entrance of an alley somewhere on the bustling street, a handsome blond boy was sitting in front of a small shoe shine stall, humming a song and looking at the people passing by leisurely.
Different from the noisy Cockney accents around him, the words in the boy's mouth are older, and the obscure language rises and falls rhythmically in the boy's mouth.
"Shine your shoes, polish your shoes, do you want them to shine~"
The words in the boy's mouth are called Chinese, and they come from the far east land on the other side of the world. However, in this place full of famous dishes such as looking up at the stars, the bright Eastern civilization does not seem to be very popular, so that no one around can understand the boy. words, but the cheerful and inexplicable tone still attracted the attention of many people.
There was a crisp sound, and the corners of the boy's mouth curled up. This was the sound of pennies falling into the money box.
A beautiful blonde girl sat elegantly on a small stool in front of the boy. The girl's bright red lips gently exhaled a stream of smoke on the boy's handsome face, and the boy narrowed his eyes.
"Good morning, Miss Smith." The boy looked at the woman and smiled.
"I would rather you call me Aisha... little egg." Aisha chuckled and reached out to pinch the boy's cheek.
The boy chuckled, his face deformed when Aisha pinched her hand, and his mouth was slurred: "I also hope you can call me Egg instead of Little Egg..."
Aisha snorted and let go, looking at Ige with some dissatisfaction: "Of course, if you are willing to move out of the orphanage and live in my home, I will agree to your request."
"Forget it, I won't sell my body. You know, I'm not that kind of person..." Egg touched his face shyly.
"Eiger Morriss!" Aisha took a deep breath and looked at Eiger angrily: "Shine my shoes!"
"You are wearing high heels..." Iger spread his hands.
"Then wipe it too!" Aisha waved her hand unwillingly.
"Okay." Iger tilted his head, picked up the towel on his shoulder and gently brushed the woman's shoes: "Thank you for your patronage~"
Aisha rolled her eyes, took out a banknote from her satchel and stuffed it into Egg's arms.
"Five pounds... is too much. This is all the money I earn in a day." Iger waved his hand: "It is a problem that can be solved with a few dozen pennies..."
"That's an obvious price, isn't it?" Aisha spread her hands nonchalantly.
The two looked at each other and immediately laughed.
Aisha seems to know how to deal with the kid in front of her, and Egger can always come up with some strange ideas in strange places.
Egger is also very strange. The woman in front of him has been pestering him since a long time ago. God knows why.
Eight years ago, when Iger opened his eyes in this world, what he saw was the stinky face of the dean. Iger was panicked. At that moment, he thought that the old lady with the wrinkled face had given birth to him, and then he realized Later, I discovered that things were even worse than that...
He was abandoned by his parents as soon as he was born...
Looking at Miss Aisha Smith in front of him, Egg shook his head slightly.
Miss Aisha is only eighteen years old this year, and she really doesn't look like she can give birth to a child at the age of ten...
The beauty in front of him has always been very kind to me, and she even goes to the orphanage every now and then, hoping to adopt her.
But unfortunately, the old dean once thought that Miss Aisha had ulterior motives and was afraid that she would sell Iger. In fact, unmarried and single people are not allowed to adopt children, so Aisha never succeeded.
"You can keep it if I ask you to. This is a deposit for you to be my little lover in the future." Aisha smiled, got up and left.
Ige was a little embarrassed. He had been lying in a hospital bed for twenty years in his previous life, and he was still a young brother when he died. There had never been such a thing as falling in love.
If Aisha could really wait for him to grow up, he wouldn't mind having a sibling relationship...
Egger's face was a little rosy and he was thinking a lot. Speaking of which, Aisha was really pretty...
In the distance, a large group of children ran past on the street with cheers. The boy in the lead looked at Egg and waved his hands in excitement.
"Egg, how is business today?" The boy has freckles on his face and brown hair. His face is not very good-looking, but he looks very well-behaved.
"Fortunately..." Iger tilted his head.
"What a pity. If you had parents like us, maybe you could go to school." The boy looked at Egger sincerely.
Egger gritted his teeth in pain: "If you really don't know how to comfort people, I suggest you not to comfort others forcibly, otherwise you will be easily beaten."
The boy shrank back and whispered: "You can't do this..."
As a wild child in the orphanage, Egger, who jumped up and down since childhood, obviously had better physical strength than the pampered children in front of him. Egger was very lucky to have good health in his life.
Even putting aside physical strength, Egg always felt that there seemed to be another kind of power hidden in his body.
On several occasions, some strange things happened around Iger, which made him think that he was suffering from schizophrenia.
A drop of rain passed through the thick clouds and landed on Iger's head. Iger shook his head helplessly, opened the umbrella he carried with him, and closed the stall.
"Damn weather...the showers in London are simply terrible!" Egg muttered, putting the items into a small box, folding two small stools, and turned around and walked towards the alley.
The alley was winding and twisting. Egger turned left and right in it with brisk steps. After a while, a somewhat dilapidated orphanage appeared in sight.
This is the orphanage where Iger was raised. There is a ferocious old woman who is the director, a loving nun, and a few unwanted little kids.
Egg heard a few days ago that this place was about to close down, and the remaining orphans would soon be assigned to other orphanages in London. This small yard near the city center was about to be designated for other planning.
"Sister Linda, I'm back, dear, did you miss me?" Iger opened the door and walked into the room. Some old rooms were very quiet.
"In fact, if you can obediently get out of the orphanage and go to the home of that woman who covets your beauty, I will be very happy and will help you go through the procedures immediately." A fierce voice came from behind, and Iger smiled. Turning his head, an old face appeared in front of him.
"Grandma Hull's menopause is delayed again?" Iger casually put the shoe polishing tool next to the door: "Where is Sister Linda?"
"Hmph, you're such a bad boy, no wonder no one wants to adopt you!" Old Mrs. Hull snorted, hunched over and motioned for Egg to help her.
"Linda took several children to buy school supplies. You know, although you are very smart and have completed elementary school courses by yourself, it obviously does not mean that other children will be like you..." Old Mrs. Hull was helped by Iger. He went to the old sofa in the room and sighed sadly: "The hospital has no money. We don't know when it will be merged into other hospitals. The children still need tuition fees."
"I have five pounds here..." Iger shrugged and took out a note.
"Put away your little possessions and think about yourself first. The new yard is obviously not willing to accept you who is eight years old and has no one to adopt you!" Old Mrs. Hull looked at Egger angrily: "You will follow if you say so. It would be nice for that little girl to go away, why should she stay here and compete with the old, weak, sick and disabled like us!"
Iger chuckled: "I can earn my own living, right? I can be considered a small asset now!"
Old Mrs. Hull sighed. She knew what Iger was thinking. The boy in front of her wanted to repay her for raising her. In the past few years, she had earned money by shining shoes, delivering newspapers, and cleaning people's cars. All the money was spent on the orphanage.
"Ige, you are a good boy..." Old Mrs. Hull turned her head, her eyes a little moist.
"Aren't you going to scold me for being a poisonous egg?" Egger's face was expressionless.
"Huh!" Old Mrs. Hull snorted and raised her chin childishly: "I will adopt you until you are eleven years old at most. Once you reach the age of middle school, I will not hesitate to kick you out of the welfare. Court! In the name of me, Hel Morisses! Get ready, you brat!"
Egger saluted with a serious look on his face: "Mr. Egger Morriss accepts your challenge! Come over here!"
The two looked at each other for a long time, then burst into laughter.
After a while, Iger's stomach growled. He squinted his eyes and looked at the old Mrs. Hull aside. Iger flattened his mouth and said, "Why hasn't Linda come back?"
Looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, Egger stood up worriedly: "I went out to take a look. The rainy day in London is not very beautiful, in any sense..."
"Go back quickly!" Old Mrs. Hull glanced at Egger from behind the newspaper and said.
Egg nodded, quickly walked out of the room and walked towards the alley.
The rain shower poured down in the alley, and there were faint curses in the distance. Egg felt uneasy and couldn't help but speed up his pace.
"Don't talk nonsense to me, hand over the money to me quickly!" Amidst the curses, a man held a dagger in his hand and looked at the figures in front of him with fierce eyes.
The nun in front of the man was guarding several children in a panic. The children were trembling under the man's fierce threats.
"No, you can't do this. We don't have much money anymore. All the money I have is used to buy books for my children..." Linda's body was cold, and the knife in the man's hand looked even more sinister under the wash of the rain.
The fear did not last long, UU Reading www. uukanshu.netｔA thin figure rushed towards the alley, a black shadow flashed in his hand, Egg jumped high and hit the man on the back of the head with a brick.
The man suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.
Egg hurriedly threw the dagger in the man's hand far away, and looked at the people in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, it's not very safe here."
Linda nodded with relief and left in a hurry with a few children. Egg looked at the man lying on the ground and shook his head, feeling helpless.
The public security in London is not very good, especially in winding alleys surrounded by high-rise buildings. There are often many homeless people or drunkards wandering around. God knows where they find their spare time. Obviously in London of this era, As long as you are willing to work, you can earn a lot of money...
Just as he turned around to leave, Egger's expression suddenly froze. He turned around and saw that the man on the ground had reached out and grabbed his ankle at some point.
"Boy, you are too nosy!" The man looked fierce, covered Iger's mouth, and then pinched Iger's neck with his other hand.
Egger's face suddenly turned red from suppressing it, and he kept stretching his thin legs to kick the man's chest.
The big yellow teeth in the man's mouth were exposed, and he laughed, with a flash of joy on his face.
Egger only felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, and black began to appear around his eyes. Egger knew that this was a severe lack of oxygen.
A sense of crisis continued to hit Iger's heart. At some point, a trace of black energy appeared around Iger. The man looked at the black energy on Iger in panic. He wanted to let go but was entangled in the black gas. , the man suddenly panicked and screamed.
In the man's sight, Egg's figure was swallowed up by the black gas, and then the black gas overwhelmingly attacked him...
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