Zhang Aihong bent down and looked at the little boy's pink face and long eyelashes by the light of the fire. Suddenly he felt that the little boy was very familiar. Whose child is this? Why do you look so familiar?

But what is strange is that this child just looks familiar, but can't remember who he is.

Zhang Aihong stared at the little boy's face, trying to find the intersection between herself and the little boy in her mind. But she still couldn't remember when and where she had seen this child before.

The little boy who was bound by the vines in front of her made her more and more confused as she looked at it, and how he was bound by the vines was also a mystery.

Using the light of the fire, she observed the dirt at the feet of the little boy and found that there were only his footprints on the dirt around the big tree. She was surprised. Is it possible that this child walked into the dense forest alone? Judging from his footprints, he has no companions. From beginning to end, there are a line of small footprints on the mud.

How could a child come to this terrible place by himself? Even as an adult, he was shocked.

The more Zhang Aihong thought about it, the more things went wrong.

How did this child walk into the dense forest by himself, and then be tied to the tree by the vines?

Zhang Aihong stretched out his hand to pat the child's shoulder again, "Kid, wake up, don't sleep anymore. This wood is too cold, you will catch a cold when you sleep here."

Even though the little boy looked so weird, she decided to wake him up. She had many questions about this child, and she wanted him to explain clearly.

She wanted to wake the child because she was a mother. She felt that she had a responsibility to take care of every child she saw. Even if the child was not born to her, she should also take care of him. She must not let him in such a cold and abnormal environment. sleep.

The little boy suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and stared at her, she was immediately dumbfounded.

For a while, she had mixed feelings and was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

The little boy grinned at her, "Mom, it's me, I'm Xiaoguang."

what? Why are you so confused, you don't even know your own son?

Isn't this child his son Zhou Xiaoguang?

Zhang Aihong screamed and rushed to the little boy. She couldn't hug him because of the vines. But seeing her son's body **** by the vines, her heart hurts more than a knife cut.

"Xiaoguang, dear son, why are you here?"

"I came here by myself."

The son looked much calmer than her, and she seemed flustered.

"Did you come here alone?"

The son nodded, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Xiaoguang, my dear baby, how did you become like this. Who made you like this? How did this vine entangle you?"

"I watched the fire here, and then these nasty vines grew up in circles and trapped me here. Now I can't go."

Although his son's current situation is extremely weird, he still speaks with one mouth, as innocent and cute as before. The more so, the more distressed she is.

"Stupid boy, how can you come here alone to watch the fire? Mom told you that you can't play with fire. Have you forgotten all of them?"

"But mother, the color of the flame is very beautiful. Look, the heart of the flame is yellow, and the side is red. Then the whole flame will constantly change into various colors and shapes according to the size of the wind. In fact, the flame is really real. It’s a beautiful thing."

"No! Boy, you can't stay here and continue to watch the flames. You are entangled by the vines because you watch the flames. Why are you still watching? You go home with your mother."

"But Mom, I can't go anymore."

"Why? Boy, what are you talking about? Mom will take you home."

"These vines, they won't let me go."

"No! Mom is here to save you, don't be afraid, Mom will tear off these vines for you now."

"No way, Mom, I can't get rid of these vines."

"Son, stop talking nonsense, mom will tear them off."

Zhang Aihong said, pulling hard at those vines, but the more they pulled, the tighter they got. Those vines used to tie the son tightly, but now it's done, and it has been squeezed into his flesh, and if so, it is still pulling in.

"Mom, these vines cannot be touched. The more you touch them, the tighter they become. If you touch them again, they will strangle me alive."

Indeed, the vines creaked as they twisted, seeming to be demonstrating to her.

Zhang Aihong could see her scalp numb, but she still cheered up her son, "Child, don't be afraid, mom can save you, you have to trust mom."

The son shook his head vigorously, "No! Mom, you don't understand, I really can't go. From the moment I stand under the tree and watch the flames, it is doomed to the end that I can't go."

"No! Boy, don't talk nonsense. You will leave here, and Mom must find a way to save you."

Creaking—the vines continued to tighten, and the son groaned in pain.

Seeing her son being strangled, Zhang Aihong stomped her feet with distress, but did not dare to touch the vine again.

"Son, wait. Mom will find something for you. Mom must split these vines to rescue you."

But what tools are there in this deserted wood? As for the stones, the angular stones can break the vines, right?

Zhang Aihong was panicked to the extreme at this time. She squatted down and turned around among a pile of stones, trying to find a stone with edges and corners that could be used as a tool.

"It's useless, mother. Don't waste your effort."

"No! No! Mom must save you."

"Mom, stop, you can't save me."

"No! My child, no matter what, even if my mother takes her own life, she will save you. You are obediently waiting for your mother."

At this moment, the son suddenly said something very strange.

"Mom, do you know who lit this fire?"

Zhang Aihong was stunned, turned around and looked at her son, "Who is it? Who made the fire?"

The son suddenly sneered and laughed.

"It's me, mother, I lighted the fire."

"Huh? Son, why did you start the fire?"

"In order to see the flame, what a wonderful thing the flame is."

The son's obsessive smile made Zhang Aihong nameless.

"Son, how many times has mom told you that you can't play with fire."

"But, I just think the flame is very beautiful."

The son looked at the flames that twisted strangely in the wind, as if fascinated.

So she turned around and stared blankly at the flame that was erratic in the violent wind. However, she did not realize the beauty that her son said. In her opinion, the flame was like a crazy flame. The snake is constantly spitting out the letter, as if to rush over.