"""Luo Qing stared blankly, suddenly embracing Qianxun, tears falling down her face. "No... Thousand is a good girl... very good."
"Mummy... why are you crying?" Qianxun didnât cry, she was staring at the sky with her bright eyes. The sky was very blue today, perfect for going out to play.
"Nothing... Thousand, mummy will go get you ice cream, okay? You sit here and wait for Mommy to come back."
"Sure." Qianxun sat on a bench at the amusement park and gave Luo Qing a smile.
She kissed her forehead and reluctantly walked away, looking back three times with each step.
"mum, Iâll be here waiting for you."
Qianxunâs smile, it was a piercing pain in her eyes.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes...
Time ticked away, minute by minute, and Qianxun sat there, watching countless parents lead their children by. She smiled at every person she saw.
Today, her mom dressed her in a new dress, new sandals, she looked lovely.
She sat on the bench, swinging her legs back and forth.
People came and went in the amusement park, but she just sat there, not going anywhere, until evening fell and dusk descended.
Soon it began to rain. Everyone screamed and ran in the rain to find shelter. Many people ran past Qianxun.
Everyone was running in the same direction, and no one was going against the flow.
Mom, youâre not coming back, are you.
She didnât cry. It was just rain.
...
Qianxun started to feel hungry. She had some money in her pocket that her mom had given her. After leaving the amusement park, she bought some water and bread from a kiosk.
At night, she was found on the street. Someone called the police, discovered her fever, and took her to the hospital. After all the hustle and bustle, it was already past ten oâclock at night.
Several older brothers and sisters from the police station came, bringing her food and drinks, gently asking her some questions. But Qianxun didnât respond. Thinking she was mute, they were about to give up when her gaze fell on the digital clock on the wall.
"This child may be born with a disability, which is why her parents donât want her. Poor thing..."
Two female officers sat together, taking care of Qianxun.
June 11th.
"I am called Eleven."
"Huh??" The two female officers were surprised, "You can speak?"
"Sister, my name is Eleven," she said, "I donât have a mom or a dad..."
One of them immediately noted it down.
"Sister, am I going to die?"
"Why would you..." the policewoman was very gentle, "You wonât. Itâs just a fever. Once you have your IV, youâll be fine. Weâll send you to an orphanage. There are many children there just like you. Donât be scared."
From that day forward, she was known as Eleven, named after the directorâs surname.
...
Eleven just quietly leaned on Gu Lianchengâs chest.
Her thoughts were disorderly, sometimes her sequence was mixed up. After all, it was a matter from over ten years ago. As she spoke, she would remember something and interject.
However, he was immersed in her story, his mood fluctuating with her experiences. Even him, his heart started to ache uncontrollably.
"Whether you are Eleven or Qianxun, you are still you."
"Hmm..." Eleven sat up from his chest, leaning on his arm, "It feels like I lost something very big inside, somehow it feels lighter."
Gu Liancheng lifted his hand and gently touched her forehead, "You were able to hold it in all these years without becoming mentally ill, youâre lucky."
Eleven slapped her forehead, right where he had just touched, her lips pursed.
All these things, Feiâer doesnât know anything about them. I canât believe I told Gu Liancheng...