Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    The two hurried to the front of the small courtyard of the bungalow, only to see that the courtyard door was locked, and there was a dark mass on the ground at the door, I don't know what it was.

    Little Apple couldn't help but slow down. Lian Qiao was overjoyed when he saw it, and ran over like crazy.

    "Honeysuckle!"

    He rushed over to pick up the baby, but his expression changed immediately. Little Apple came over and asked curiously, "Is this your son?"

    Lian Qiao didn't answer, just patted the baby's face lightly, her voice trembling: "Honeysuckle... Honeysuckle, wake up..."

    Little Apple looked at the baby. The baby's eyes were closed, and it was already purple from the cold. The whole little face is wrinkled into a ball, ugly to death.

    No matter how Lian Joe called, the baby remained motionless, as if dead.

    Little Apple patted his shoulder: "My condolences."

    Lian Qiao ignored her. All his attention was on Ren Dong, and he was terrified.

    Little Honeysuckle never responded. Lian Qiao breathed at him tremblingly, but couldn't feel it because his fingers were too cold. He bit his lip and reached into the jacket that wrapped the baby. On Little Honeysuckle's slender neck, he could feel a faint pulsation that was almost non-existent.

    Honeysuckle is alive!

    Lian Qiao showed ecstasy, hurriedly tore off his jacket, and shoved the honeysuckle into his arms. Then he raised his foot and kicked the courtyard door.

    "Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!"

    In the brightly lit small house, there seemed to be a shadow flickering in front of the window. Lian Qiao couldn't wait, he took out a crowbar and smashed the door lock, then dashed towards the bungalow.

    Little Apple was stunned by this operation, thinking that Lian Qiao was really violent. Does this really not trigger a death trap?

    I'm afraid it's not the only son left to him by the deceased wife...

    Little Apple was thinking about it, and was about to lift her legs to keep up, when she suddenly felt numb in her feet. An indescribable coldness shot from the bottom of her feet to the sky, making her want to shiver, but—

    She couldn't shake.

    Not only her feet, her hands, her face, her lips, all could not move. The biting cold froze her whole body, and she clearly felt that her heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and the oxygen in her blood was getting less and less.

    The whole world seemed to freeze. Whether it is himself, or Lian Qiao who is running wildly.

    In the yard, two people stood there, like ice sculptures.

    Snowflakes are still falling. On her eyelashes, on Lian Qiao's hair. However, the snowflakes will not melt, because the body temperature of these two people is lower than that of ice and snow.

    The last picture I saw was a middle-aged woman coming out of the bungalow, with a kind and terrified face.

    Then. click.

    Click, click, click, click.

    Both ice sculptures shattered.

    …

    The elevator was running low and steady, suddenly shaking slightly.

    This happens every time, even Joe is used to it. But Honeysuckle couldn't seem to get used to it, because every time the elevator vibrated, he would gasp for breath.

    This time too.

    Lian Qiao looked at Honeysuckle and met his dazed eyes. Lian Qiao was about to appease him, but saw Ren Dong open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

    Lian Joe stopped and waited for him to speak.

    However, after waiting for a long time, Honeysuckle just moved her lips and couldn't say anything. There was an unspeakable emotion in his eyes, but thousands of words circled around the tip of his tongue, and in the end, there was only one inexplicable sentence.

    "Do you remember why I still can't forgive Zhongxiu?"

    Lian Qiao was stunned when she saw Honeysuckle suddenly start to shrink. In the blink of an eye, he shrank into a baby.

    Lian Qiao: "???"

    Little Honeysuckle was lying naked in the pile of clothes, crying like a purple potato essence. It took Lian Qiao a while to regain his senses and convince himself that this dry purple potato was his precious honeysuckle.

    He bent down and picked up the purple sweet potato essence, his heart trembled inexplicably.

    So light.

     Was Honeysuckle so small when she was born?

    He remembered that his mother said that a normal baby should weigh 6 to 8 pounds at birth. Even Qiao weighed the weight, and felt that the honeysuckle could not even weigh five pounds. Is he a premature baby?

    Sudden ice on her cheeks interrupted Lian Qiao's reverie. He reached out and touched it in surprise, and felt cold water droplets on his face.

    …Snow?

    Lian Qiao raised her head, only to realize that the elevator door had opened at some point. The wind and snow from outside blew in and fell on his face and turned into snow water.

    It was probably the baby's cry that masked the sound of the elevator opening, so he didn't notice it.

    Although honeysuckle is light in weight, her voice is still very loud!

    With inexplicable pleasure, Lian Qiao hugged Honeysuckle tightly and walked out of the elevator with a smile on her face.

    However, the moment he stepped out of the elevator, his hands were empty. The baby in my arms disappeared.

    Lian Qiao: "???"

    He stood in the snow with a dazed expression, looking dazedly at his empty hands.

    Where is my partner? What about this big guy who was still here just now? !

    It won't shrink into a fertilized egg!

    …

    After some philosophical thinking, Lian Qiao judged again that the honeysuckle just disappeared, and did not become a fertilized egg and died tragically on the spot. He calmed down for a while, and soon noticed the erratic little western-style building in the swirling snow, and subconsciously walked towards the western-style building.

    Although he was worried about the honeysuckle, the bigger doubt hanging in his heart was—why did the honeysuckle say that?

    "Do you remember why I still can't forgive Zhongxiu?"

    Zhong Xiu was the mother of Honeysuckle, who died as early as in the copy of "Three Becomes a Tiger". Why did Ren Dong suddenly mention her? Is it because seeing the number 1992 and remembering when he was born?

    …and so on.

    Isn't the reason why Honeysuckle can't forgive her mother because she abandoned him?

    He remembered that Honeysuckle said that his mother abandoned him at the gate of the orphanage on winter nights. That winter night was so cold that he almost couldn't make it through. The director of the orphanage gave him the name "Honey Winter", hoping that he could endure the first cold winter in his life.

    Winter Nights…Winter 1992…

    Is it…? !

    Lian Qiao's heart tensed, and he began to rush towards the bungalow.

    He recognized it! That two-story small house is the orphanage where Ren Dong stayed!

    If this dungeon prompt really fulfills the honeysuckle, then the baby honeysuckle must be at the gate of the orphanage!

    He will freeze to death!

    Lian Qiao was short of breath, her heart was beating wildly, and she ran all the way, chasing the bungalow. The bungalow changed position every few minutes, and without even thinking about it, he turned around and chased after him like a hound.

    There seemed to be a few figures flashing across the road, and some people tried to stop him, but he ignored it. Even the inexplicable little blood stains on the ground, he has no time to care.

    There is only one thought in his mind: go and save the honeysuckle! He's going to freeze to death!

    This is nothing, but his lung tube was cut by a real wind blade.

    Lian Qiao ran almost out of breath, chasing the two-story small house. After a long time, the bungalow finally came close.

    "Honeysuckle!" He rushed over and picked up the little honeysuckle, nervously confirming the safety of the honeysuckle.

    Honeysuckle was so frozen that her eyes were closed, her face turned purple, and she was a little more dead than she seemed. He was cold all over, and there were snowflakes hanging on his face. Lian Qiao hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, put the honeysuckle against the flesh, and pulled back the jacket again, wrapping the whole honeysuckle inside.

    Fortunately, Lian Qiao ran wild just now, and some of the physical energy consumed a lot was converted into heat. His chest was hot, and he quickly passed the temperature to Honeysuckle. Little Honeysuckle lay on his chest and gradually eased up. The swollen eyelids could not be opened, so he could only open his mouth and cry:

    “Woo…woow…”

     Even Joe was heartbroken. While coaxing Ren Dong, he knocked on the door of the orphanage. The door was almost smashed for him, and the dean finally ran out in a padded jacket.

    "Who are you? What are you doing here so late?—Oops! The boy!"

    The dean was full of suspicion at first, but after seeing the honeysuckle in Lian Qiao's arms, her face suddenly changed from suspicion to worry, and hurriedly brought Lian Qiao in, while leading the way: "Quick! Come in quickly. Warm up! This child is dying!"

    The dean is kind-hearted, and he doesn't care about the identity of the big and small. After welcoming the two in, he quickly boiled water, cooked rice, and took time to bring a set of clean clothes.

     Even the snow on Joe's body melted, and the jacket was already soaked. At this time, I took over the clothes prepared by the dean, and I was very grateful.

    Little Honeysuckle gradually recovered her body temperature in his arms. His face was still extremely bad, purple and red, like a little mouse with no eyes open. Lian Qiao stood by the bed worriedly, and the other children in the orphanage gathered one by one and watched curiously.

    Lian Qiao didn't have the heart to care about other things, so he focused on Honeysuckle. According to the dean, newborn children can only drink milk. But I don't know if it was because the honeysuckle was too frozen. As soon as the warm milk powder was in, he spit it out with a wow.

    Lian Qiao couldn't be mistaken to be vomited all over. Little Honeysuckle choked for a while, her face turning blue. The dean couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed over and hugged Ren Dong upright, giving him a special way to calm him down. Little Honeysuckle then slowly calmed down.

    Lian Qiao stared nervously, while silently writing down the dean's technique.

    "That's good." The dean returned the little honeysuckle to Lian Qiao, and instructed him how to hold the baby to make the baby comfortable. Lian Qiao suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Little Honeysuckle was always crying in his hands. It turned out that his way of holding the child was wrong.

    It's also embarrassing him, he's a cucumber girl... not. He's a **** guy, and he didn't plan to have a baby at all, but now he has put a duck on the shelves, and was forced to breastfeed his object. Before the shock of being a father has passed, I have to be a full-time dad. Surrounding is even Qiao's mental strength is strong, and he can't stand the continuous stimulation of this roller coaster.

    So even Qiao is still stunned and has no sense of reality.

    Honeysuckle is too small and fragile. Even in the thick swaddling clothes, he was still so small and so small. Lian Qiao was holding a large ball of quilt, with a small ball of honeysuckle wrapped in the middle. This dumpling is not the white and tender kind, it is a dry purple potato dumpling. It looked pitiful.

    If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have believed that this ugly baby could grow into a beautiful honeysuckle!

    Under the scientific feeding method, the little honeysuckle finally finished drinking the milk powder and fell into a deep sleep. Lian Qiao drove away the onlookers, and the room suddenly became quiet.

    Little honeysuckle lies in the cradle, still a small one. Lian Qiao gently pushed the cradle, and his mood gradually calmed down.

    That's it. No matter how ugly it is, it is his precious honeysuckle, the one he loves on the top of his heart.

    But the honeysuckle looks like this when I was a child...

    Lian Qiao looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. Taking a closer look, those eyebrows looked a bit like when he was an adult. The little honeysuckle is just a little wrinkled and a little worse, the eyelashes are still quite long, and the facial features are also Zhou Zheng.

    I lick my mouth when I sleep! cute!

    Lian Qiao, who had her own filter, looked at the little purple potato and liked it more and more, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

    As soon as the mood relaxes, the exhaustion is overwhelmed. Even Joe couldn't open his eyelids very quickly, and even the little cradle became heavier than a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to push.

    The dean had already prepared a clean bed for him. Lian Qiao pulled the cradle to the head of the bed and lay down on the bed by himself in a position where he could reach as soon as he reached out. I closed my eyes and lay down for a while, but my heart felt empty.

    What is missing is self-evident.

    So he got up again, carefully picked up the little honeysuckle from the cradle, and put it on his bed.

    Little Honeysuckle slept very deeply and was not disturbed at all. Lian Qiao listened to the somewhat unfamiliar and slightly rapid breathing by the pillow, and his heart finally settled down again.

    It is honeysuckle. It's his honeysuckle.

    Lian Qiao raised the corners of her mouth, gently embraced the baby, and soon fell asleep.

    In half an hour.

    "Woo...woow..." Little Honeysuckle was speechless and could only babble. The five little fingers that couldn't be opened clenched into fists and pushed Lian Qiao weakly.

    However, Lian Qiao slept like a dead pig, not only failed to wake up, but even habitually stretched out his hand to fish, and hugged Little Honeysuckle deeply into his arms.

    Honeysuckle: “…”

    Well...boring...!

    The little head was completely covered by the quilt, and it was blocked by Lian Qiao's chest muscles, so she couldn't breathe!

    Little Honeysuckle struggled desperately in the quilt, but was crushed to death. The struggle consumed more oxygen, and soon he became dizzy and didn't even have the strength to cry.

    “…”

    Little Honeysuckle opened her mouth weakly, breathing like a fish being dragged ashore.

    Too bad.

    Although unable to speak, Xu Rendong, who was still in a normal mind, thought desperately and angrily at this time: Too bad, he was going to be suffocated by Lian Qiao!

    Lian Qiao this stupid X! In the end will not have children!

    The author has something to say:

    Lian Qiao: No!