I have a Magical Door [MTL]

Ch 30

Chapter 30 

Yan Tingxin wiped away his tears in distress, What kind of life did this child live before?

On the surface, he wraps himself in thick armor, and when others say a word to him, he has a strong sense of self-isolation, unwilling to talk to others, unwilling to open himself, and once someone releases a little kindness to him, he is willing to give everything.

The tears were moist, and the ashes on the little boy's face were gone, and the moles on his cheeks became more and more conspicuous.

Yan Tingxin: "!!

Yan Tingxin suddenly beat a drum in his heart, their expressions and movements were like, as well as the familiar crooked head killing, and this star-dotted cheek mole.

Could it be that she met Ning Huan when she was a child?

It's not that coincidental, is it......

But she came to Ning Huan's favorite chicken rack shop in her memory, and it was not impossible to meet him when she was a child.

However, his timid and thin appearance when he was a child is a bit different from the image that shines on the camera later.

Why is there never any news online about him as a child?

It turns out that he seems to have been successful and brilliant, but he has such a past.

'Childhood Ning Huan' was still pleading: "...... I promise I can't eat a lot, and I don't eat chicken racks every day...... I'm going to do well...... Everything is done very well......"

Yan Tingxin's heart is about to melt.

If she could, she would take him away and protect him well.

Because he's so distressed.

But can she take him away?

She can take away the things of the past, but can she take the people of the past?

Ning Huan, who took his childhood, will he be chaotic after traveling to ten or twenty years?

Can a child accept such a change?

She can't change the past, and forcibly taking a person away from the past will cause time confusion?

If 'Ning Huan' ten or twenty years ago disappeared at the point in time when he was four years old, would he still exist in the future? In the years when he disappeared, would he exist again?

It's like a logical and ethical paradox.

Yan Tingxin: "Sister...... I can't take you away for the time being......"

'Childhood Ning Huan' lowered his head, pitiful: "Don't you like me too?" Dad beat me, Mom ignored me. No one in this world likes me.

His thin body hung his head down, and his immature voice said unbearable words.

Yan Tingxin pinched his shoulder and asked him to raise his head to look at himself: "No, it's not that no one likes you. In the future, you will become the brightest star, you will become a big star, you will win many awards, there are many, many people like you, wave glow sticks for you, always remember you, and always love you. "

'Childhood Ning Huan' raised his head, and the phrase 'there will be many people who will like him very much in the future' is full of temptation for his lonely and loveless childhood.

Yan Tingxin smiled encouragingly and said to 'Childhood Ning Huan': "You will move forward, you will overcome all difficulties, win all honors, even if you quit the rivers and lakes, there are countless people who miss your demeanor, in the future, everyone likes you." "

'Childhood Ning Huan' looked at her with dark and faint eyes, sticky.

Yan Tingxin touched the head of 'Childhood Ning Huan': "Although my sister can't take you away now, my sister will come to see you." "Even if the next time we meet, you don't remember me anymore.

'Childhood Ning Huan': "Really?

Yan Tingxin: "Really! It's a promise! "

'Childhood Ning Huan': "Then let's pull the hook." The

adult's hand and the child's hand hooked together: "Okay, pull the hook, it won't change for a hundred years." "

Finally coaxed the 'childhood Ning Huan' to tell the location of the house, and after watching the child enter the house, Yan Tingxin quietly left from a small door that no one cared about in the factory.

......

Switzerland.

Ning Huan lay on the pillow, his eyes wide open.

Sweating all over his head.

I dreamed of her again.

In the dream, he was a child of several years, his parents quarreled, and his mother once again asked him to go out to play.

The smell of food came from other people's homes, and he was the only one who kept wandering on an empty stomach.

This was his childhood.

Eccentric. Stubborn. Hide from family fights or violence. Starving. Stray.

Hungry, he bumped into Yan Tingxin, and Yan Tingxin squatted. Under. and asked him where the 'Happy Chicken Rack' was.

From the perspective of her short childhood, she is so beautiful, as if she has been coated with a soft light by the sun.

When I was a child, I hid behind a tree and quietly watched Yan Tingxin, Yan Tingxin came over to invite him as a young man, drank a glass of soda, ate a fried fragrant chicken rack, and two chicken legs.

In the dream, she was wearing the clothes he wore when he met her today, and her smile did not change at all.

The dream is so real.

Even the hunger in the dream, the curiosity of seeing Yan Tingxin, the cold feeling of drinking the drink that Yan Tingxin gave him, and the aroma of gnawing on the chicken rack, all seem to be still fresh in my memory.

During the day, I talk about chicken racks, and at night I dream of eating chicken racks.

When he was a child, his stomach was bulging, although he could eat abalone and seafood delicacies when he grew up, but no one knew that the once popular big star was always hungry in his childhood.

The icing on the cake is beautiful, and it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

Then, there was the fire.

Ning Huan closed his eyes again.

Twice in his life, he had encountered fires that nearly consumed him.

His name has a 'fire', as if he has been associated with 'fire' in this life.

When he was a child, he cried in the fire alone, watching the raging fire burning, inhaling choking smoke, and on the verge of despair, until he fainted to the fire, and was rescued.

But in this dream, she hugged him out of the fire when he was a desperate child.

is obviously such a small body, but she looks like a heroine who stands up to the sky.

......

Why have you dreamed of Yan Tingxin a few times lately?

Lifting the quilt, his legs ached faintly.

Ning Huan clenched his trouser legs, unable to tell whether it was hallucinatory pain or the real feeling of his legs.

He was lying in bed, forcibly forcing himself to feel this pain, and suppressing this pain.

I couldn't sleep, got up and sat in a wheelchair, wiped the sweat of my body in the bathroom, although he used a wheelchair, but he could take care of his basic life, and he never took a shower.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and the dream in his mind kept repeating itself, and every detail of this dream was so clear that it seemed to be experienced again.

I didn't dare to think about the fire, but I couldn't help but think that Yan Tingxin escaped from the fire of his childhood with him!

- and then, I couldn't help but think about the details of this dream over and over again.

Over the years, it's not that he has never dreamed of the fire, but every time it is a terrible nightmare, trapping him in his childhood, one moment when he was a child, and one time three years ago, he was hit in the leg in the fire, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move half a minute.

No matter how much he struggled in his dreams, his body couldn't move, he couldn't escape, he couldn't shout.

Every time I finally woke up, my legs burned and ached, and I needed to take a lot of pills to relieve the pain, and I needed to pour cold water over my legs.

Today, the burning pain in my legs doesn't seem to be the same.

It seems that fire is not as terrible as it can be remembered.

He gritted his teeth to curb the burning and pain in his legs, filled the bathtub with cold water, and fell asleep.

He buried his head in the water and opened his eyes.

He thought, his whole body is in the water, the fire can no longer burn him, he can also use the protection of cold water, in the bathtub, think more, save him in the fire her.

......

The next day, Yan Tingxin changed his clothes, moved his body, and was ready to go.

Yesterday, Ning Huan encountered a fire in his childhood, and he originally bought a chicken rack in his hand, but in the process of fighting the fire, he didn't know where to throw it.

So, Yan Tingxin decided to go again.

......

N1793 factory, cicadas chirp non-stop.

At the same time, Yan Tingxin stood under the plane tree on the street, waiting for the little boy to bump into him again.

"Auntie, I'm sorry.

"It's okay, kid. Be careful when you walk and don't bump into yourself. "

Thank you, Auntie.

"Little friend, teach you a trick to make a beautiful aunt happy, and when you see a beautiful aunt like me in the future, don't call me aunt, call me sister." "

Sister. "

That's good! Children, do you know that there is a happy chicken rack shop near here? "

......

Yan Tingxin smiled and followed behind the little boy, the second time he came to the same time on the same day of his childhood, he would not remember that she had come, still hiding behind a tree with the same defensive posture, not daring to trust the kindness given by others.

Yan Tingxin opened the coin box and paid for the chicken rack.

"Little friend, sister, please eat happy chicken rack.

Yan Tingxin was not in a hurry, she did not urge, she walked back to the barbecue stall and helped Grandma sort out the flammable debris next to the barbecue grill.

Ways to prevent fire: Isolate the air and isolate combustibles.

Once the fire in the barbecue charcoal grill is dumped, it will ignite the surrounding debris, which will continue to ignite other combustibles.

Everything is prevented at the source.

Without hastily leaving, she sat on the folding table bench, savoring the chicken rack while waiting for the source of the fire.

Sure enough, in the period shortly after she left yesterday, there were no potato chips, Grandma left the stall to skewer potato chips, there was too much charcoal in the barbecue stove, and the steel frame in one corner had long been worn out, reaching the critical point of weight, and it was scorched by high temperatures, and the corner of the barbecue stove collapsed.

This time, there was no combustibles around, and the coals were scattered on the ground, burning themselves.

Yan Tingxin picked up the half bucket of water prepared by Grandma and extinguished all the coals.

Then, Yan Tingxin picked up the packed chicken rack and instructed behind the tree: "Children, please eat the chicken rack This sentence is still counting, come over quickly, the table is yours." She

had a pact with the young man, and she said she would come to see him.

Even if the next time they meet, he no longer remembers her.

The cold soda in summer, the gluttonous barbecue chicken rack, the oily chicken legs, and the charcoal fire that was extinguished by water, the grandma who kept screaming 'oops' in her mouth.

'Childhood Ning Huan' stood behind the tree and looked at Yan Tingxin's departing back.

Sister, that's cool.

......

Yan Tingxin used any door to return to reality, and Ning Huan's dream came to an abrupt end again.

......

Swiss villas.

"Ning Huan. "

Ning Huan.

Sister Song called Ning Huan's name.

When Ning Huan opened his eyes, he actually fell asleep in a wheelchair.

In the past few years that Sister Song has taken care of him, she has always watched him get sick, and taking care of him seems to be taking care of her younger brother or nephew.

Sister Song took a few wipes of tissues, ready to wipe the sweat on her forehead for Ning Huan, and said softly, "Are you sick again?" I'll go get you medicine. "

I don't like people to be near me, and I don't want to be taken care of by others, even if they are paid to take care of him.

Ning Huan reached out and took the tissue from Sister Song's hand, and wiped his sweat by himself: "No need to take medicine."
Sister Song said with concern: "You were talking in your dream just now."

Ning Huan nodded: "Well, I had a dream just now." He paused, then continued: "This time, it was a good dream. "

In the dream, there was no fire.

Sister Song didn't know why, Ning Huan pushed the wheelchair, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and went out.

......

Switzerland.

Lakeside benches.

Old time, old place.

Yan Tingxin waited for Ning Huan, who was late today, and she said happily: "I happened to come across a small shop that sells chicken racks, and I bought some to try it, and it tasted good." I heard you mention the chicken rack yesterday, so I brought one for you too. But the chicken rack is cold now, so you can take it home and microwave it later.

Ning Huan's whole person seemed to have been hit by something, and he looked at Yan Tingxin blankly, and he didn't speak.

Why?

Why?

Why is it so similar to the plot in his dream?