Chapter 91:

Fangalo took Xu Yiyang's hand and walked to the green and ink-like backwater lake. The cool breeze of summer night came down the lake, with a strong smell and the astringency of water plants. Someone picked up the suitcase, but the speedboat that broke a hole was lying on the shore, and no one came to repair it.
Fangallo squatted down, touched the child's furry head, and sighed, "Goodbye."
Yes, bye bye, once completed his obsession, Xu Yiyang's soul will automatically leave the body, because he can crawl out of hell, not only by the help of Van Gogh, but also by his own strong consciousness. With tears in his eyes, he looked at Big Brother reluctantly, his lips slightly creeping, but he was speechless. He is too stupid to understand at all, which is why his mother abandoned him. Thinking of this, he lowered his head in frustration, allowing the teardrops to fall one by one.
Van Gogh seemed to understand his heart, and stretched his arms to hug him tightly.
His body has no temperature, even a little colder than Xu Yiyang's dead body, but his hug is warmer than his mother's. It is truly loving and soothing, and comes from the heart. It is also the first and only person in this world who actively embraced Xu Yiyang without asking and intimidating.
Xu Yiyang was reluctant to give up his elder brother, even more than his mother, but this kind of emotion of not wanting to parted, but there was no way to confide in his mouth. He hugged his elder brother's neck tightly and choked for a long time before wiping his face indiscriminately, and went in the direction of Houshan.
Fangallo didn't ask too much, where to sleep is the child's freedom. He just watched the child silently walking away, so far away that he couldn't see it, so far as the sound of footsteps disappeared, but he stayed in place for long ...
It wasn't until Night Mist wetted his clothes that Van Gogh turned around and slowly walked towards Building 1, noisy, crying, and crying for help. It was still the same as before, but it seemed to be missing something. Yes, the tenants on the fourteenth and seventeenth floors are missing, so even the wickedness in the air seems to be much lighter.
Fangalo put a tank of water, sank himself into a vacuum, and slept slowly. The next day, he woke up at 7 o'clock in the morning, not how long he wanted to sleep as long as he used to. He opened his eyes and sensed the outside world every three or five days because he was not alone anymore. He had a frog, although he You can not eat or drink, but his frog cannot.
He replaced the turbid water, filtered the dirty air with his own magnetic field, and threw fish food into the fish tank one by one. But his frog just slouched numbly and numbly in the rockery's cave, and could not wait to eat. Unless his throat was crawling up and down, and occasionally a small paw would bounce slightly, Van Gogh almost thought it was dead.
"Why don't you eat it? Haven't you eaten for more than 100 years and starved your stomach?" He crouched in front of the fish tank, his beautiful face shrouded in faint confusion.
At this moment, the doorbell rang. He opened the door and saw that the visitor was Xu Yiyang who had left last night. His soul did not leave the body, but attached more firmly. In addition to that hug, he seemed to have a more intense obsession.
"How did you come back?" Van Gaal squatted down to stare at him.
Xu Yiyang held two short hands and hesitated for a long time before spitting out a few words: "Think, follow, brother, brother, one, get up." He hid this sentence in Houshan last night and practiced for a long, long time . He is not reluctant to this world, he is only reluctant to the big brother, here is his only warmth and light.
"A dead person cannot stay in the world." Fangallo shook his head and sighed.
Xu Yiyang bypassed him, ran to the fish tank, and then took out a small glass bottle from his trouser pocket, shaking it a few times, activated the contents of the bottle, and opened the top of the fish tank, and quickly poured these things into it. . After doing all this, he turned around and begged: "Don't hurry, I! I, help, you, raise!" He first pointed to himself, then to the frog, and his face was cautiously pleading .
In order to stay, he was so humble that he placed himself behind a frog.
Van Gogh walked to the fish tank and found out that he was throwing few flying bugs into it. The insects flapped their wings across the water, and finally stopped on the rockery. At this moment, the frog that had been sluggish for several days suddenly turned his big eyes, stared at one of the slowly crawling flying insects, and then stretched out his long and sticky tongue unexpectedly, rolled it into the throat, chuck Swallow the belly. Its belly began to squirm, as if finally satisfied, and then yelled loudly: "Ah!"
Fangallo was calmed down by this "shattered stone", and looked at the frog with a surprised expression, and then looked back at the children around him.
Xu Yiyang's eyes bent and smiled proudly.
Van Gogh brushed his head over and over again, his voice filled with joy and curiosity: "How did you do it?"
Xu Yiyang opened his mouth, but there was no way to elaborate on the overly complicated principle. He could only point to his brother's cell phone in frustration.
Fangalo immediately handed him the mobile phone, and he wrote in the memo: [The frog can only see the moving things, the fish food you throw will not move, it cannot see, and he does not know to eat when he is hungry. 】
Van Gogh suddenly realized that he immediately put the reading and learning of biological knowledge on the agenda. There are a lot of book lists and reading notes in his memo, biology, chemistry, physics, astronomy, mathematics ... There are too many things in this world that he needs to study again.
Xu Yi looked at him with a disturbed glance, then moved to him in small steps, staring at him silently and pleadingly.
Fangallo put down his mobile phone and sighed, "Well, you can stay," he looked directly at the child's eyes, and his tone was cautious: "But I didn't want you to raise a frog, but because I was willing. You are not humble. No one ’s accessory, you are you, an independent individual, and your existence is also very important. "
Xu Yiyang heard crying, his head a little, and the big tears of the bean fell. After so many days of waiting, his body could no longer be supported, and the purple plaque spread from the neck to the side of his face, making him look terrible.
But Van Gogh did not think so. He caressed his cheek and said seriously: "Actually, I owe you a sorry. I'm sorry to make you appear in front of your mother so ugly. Maybe that's why she didn't want to hug you."
Xu Yiyang quickly waved his hand and said that he didn't care. Big brother is just a stranger, but he is willing to embrace such an ugly self, why can't his mother? Ugly is not a reason, just because you do n’t love.
Van Garom watched him silently for a while, and the expression of guilt suddenly turned cunning, and the words suddenly changed: "Actually, I deliberately, I always want to exhale for you." He said with a smile, as if remembering it. What interesting scene.
Xu Yiyang also remembered his father's urine pants and his mother's screaming head, and then he laughed.
The big one and the little one looked at each other and grinned all over again, with the same childish eyebrows at the corners of their eyes, and they actually dyed the morning light a bit naughty.
"Then let's take care of each other in the future." Fangallo reached out his palm and Xu Yiyang immediately put his little hand on it. The two cold bodies seemed to be generating some temperature because of this inseparable distance.
At the same time, Van Gogh slowly sucked away the dead air in the child's body, allowing him to return to his white and tender appearance.

The two didn't eat or drink, just hugged their knees, sat quietly on the balcony and stared at the frog to eat and drink, and actually spent the morning with a taste. At twelve o'clock, Fangallo remembered that Xu Yiyang was still missing a bathtub and a bed, so he was going to take him to shop, but unexpectedly he just walked to the door of the community and a phone call came in: "Mr. Fan, I Liao Fang, is Yangyang with you? "
"He's here." Van Gogh glanced at the child.
"Then can you bring him to the police station?" Liao Fang said very heavily: "His mother just killed his father."
Fangallo's attitude has always been very plain: "Okay, I know, I will take him immediately."
After hanging up the phone, he crouched down and said frankly: "Your father and mother may never come back."
Xu Yiyang just waved his hand, no more expression. Strictly speaking, those two people can no longer be regarded as his parents, because the blood and body they left him have already been sunk into the cold lake by their own hands. Since they have died, then forget it.
Fangallo touched his head and said to himself: "Let's go, I heard that there are no legal procedures, I can't keep you by your side."
Hearing this, Xu Yiyang became active, and pulled the sleeve of his elder brother, urging him to leave.
Half an hour later, Liao Fang took the two people who hurried to a detention room and said through a small window: "She is inside and her mental state is very bad. We have notified psychologists to give her a spirit Identification. She should be crazy. After being rescued from the rooftop by us last night, she was clamoring to report her husband ’s murder. We thought they were a big case, so they arrested both of them. Report that her husband killed Yangyang. "
Liao Fang glanced at Bai Yijing's Xu Yiyang and sighed: "Her husband is mad and says that she is going to send her to a mental hospital and divorce her. The two of them fought in the police station. From the middle of the night to this morning. Later, she finally calmed down and said that she would be so noisy when she was stimulated. She wanted to go home and rest. We saw that she was really tired and did nothing, so she let her go, no. Thinking of turning her head, she bought a fruit knife and took her husband in the company ... "
Realizing that the child was by his side, Liao Fang did not dare to speak down at a normal volume, attached to the Vatican's ear and said indecently: "A knife stabbed into the heart and died on the spot. The body was mortuated on the first floor At this time, no one has claimed it. The parents of their couple are gone. We have also called our relatives and friends. But no one is willing to handle this matter. They are in trouble. "
Although Liao Fang was cold and warm, he could understand that these two died one by one and went mad, leaving a minor child. In the future, there will be a lawsuit in the murder case. Who dares to take care of such idle matters? It's not full.
If Chen Huiruo died, it would be okay. After all, these two couples will leave a lot of heritage to Xu Yiyang. The most important one is the house in Moon Bay Community. Whoever adopts Xu Yiyang will benefit from it. But Chen Hui is still alive. If she is really diagnosed as a neuropathy, the court will not be able to sentence her to death, so half of her property and house will be separated by no one. And the child mother is a neuropathic killer, can the child be normal? Who dares to adopt such a child?
Considering all these circumstances, relatives of Chen and Xu found various reasons to refuse to come to the police station to confess their corpses. Liao Fang would only let Vangallo bring Xu Yiyang to him when it was unthinkable. Children always have the right to know what happened to their parents.
In the detention room, Chen Huizheng shouted excitedly while clapping hands and laughing: "Yangyang, Mommy's baby, Mommy avenged you! Are you happy? Do you forgive Mommy? Let Mommy love you again. Mom will definitely perform well, I will never let you off again. Yangyang, your mother will avenge you! "Her clothes were covered with solidified blood, and her hair was scattered in a messy manner, looking very crazy.
Fangallo looked away and looked away, then asked, "Want to see her?"
Xu Yiyang nodded.
Fangallo picked him up and let him look in the small window.
The child fixed his gaze on the mad woman with no expression on his face. His pulsating heart had already been pierced by her, and it was dead. How could it feel? He put his small hand on the glass window and touched it gently, as if stroking the woman's blood-stained face across the void, and then looked away silently.
Fangallo put him down and rubbed his head.
Liao Fang quietly wiped tears at the beginning, and then said: "Mr. Fan, please give us the child, we will find a way to place him."
"If I want to adopt him, what procedures do I need to go through?" Fangallo said calmly but firmly.
"Eh? What are you talking about?" Liao Fangmeng.
"I'm going to adopt him, is that okay?" Van Gogh repeated it tirelessly.
"You, don't you say you can't save him?" Liao Fang still can't forget the train of fate.
Fangallo perseveredly asked, "Can I adopt him?"
Xu Yiyang became nervous, stretched out his short hands, and hugged his elder brother's legs.
Liao Fang nodded in a hurry: "It should be possible. The father of the child is gone. If the mother is diagnosed with mental illness and cannot bear the responsibility of guardianship, you can adopt him through legal channels. I will help you contact a lawyer, he I can help you with the relevant procedures, I will call him now. Mr. Fan, I know you are a good person, what train does not train, that is an excuse, you just talk hard. "
Liao Fang dialed the phone in a hurry, but was stopped by a hand stretched out from the diagonal thorn: "No, I will help him with all relevant procedures. Where are the suspects, let me take a look first."
Fangallo turned around, nodded politely, and was stopped by the other party as soon as his mouth opened: "Don't say that Dr. Song hasn't seen you for a long time."
Fangallo was immediately amused by the other party.
Song Rui glanced at Xu Yiyang, but he was not surprised that he suddenly became normal. He just took out a pile of forms and said officially: "I am here to help Ms. Chen Hui to do a spiritual assessment. I can see now Is she? "
"Oh, yes, she is here, I will help you open the door. Be careful, Dr. Song, she is very aggressive, I will go in with you." Liao Fang quickly took out the key.
Song Rui pushed the door in and suddenly stood still, turning around and telling: "You are waiting for me here, I will come out to help you explain the relevant legal procedures in a moment, I have a lawyer's license. However, the adoption procedures are difficult and need to go through a lot of review , Be patient. "
"Okay, we understand, thank you, Dr. Song." Van Gogh thanked Xu Yiyang's head and thanked him. After thinking about it, he added a few words that said: "It ate a few today. Flying insects, also croaked. "
Song Rui, who had walked into the detention room, was unable to respond. After the door was closed tightly, he realized that the man was telling himself about the daily life of the frog. It finally ate and tweeted. He Did not live up to this little life, feed it. This kind of invitation is similar to the short words in the parents. It really doesn't seem to be spoken from his mouth, but I don't know why, Song Rui laughed lowly because of this, and couldn't stop it.
He seemed to be able to see the twinkling star again in the abyss.