A mystrious boy（1.2）

by:hao 赞助支持：昒昕
1.2
Mr. Earnshaw was not a follower of the crowd, he thought independently of everything he did and never soak up everything uncritically, which had something to do with his fondness for writing original novels from an early age. So I didn't show any anxiety on my face. He was really half dead with tiredness——The time of the trip had beaten all his previous records. But Mrs. Earnshaw couldn’t contain her anger, so Mr. Earnshaw began to explain the thing in no time. He didn’t beat the bush, just went straight to the theme. On the way back home, he riding in the bazzar of Liverpool, a desolate cry slipped into his ears. Then, he followed crying, only to find a winding stream at his feet. With the stream leading, he found the former boy who looked skin and bone now. Looking at his split lips, in urgent need of water, he moistened them with the water he had brought. Torrential rain and Icy snowflakes hitting his face, he didn’t decide to go, rather than guard the kid. After a while, the boy’s face grew even whiter, the coldness bringing his old injury. Everything became strange this time. The fog in the street was getting thicker and thicker, the birds were twittering in the sky. But obviously there were no signs of his parents coming. He said that as both his money and time were limited, anything forced him to pick up the abandoned boy on his back, abandon his vehicle and fled there to home, with a blizzard as companion; it was the only choice. Anyway, he was determined not to leave him as he found him inadvertently in the vast sea of people. He thumped the handle of the wooden chair, and the wooden ladder creaked, as if to tell his determination.