Numb, Hollow Ye Jing!

He just stared blankly at the sky, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

The rescue team tried to talk to him and comfort him, but Ye Jing seemed neither to hear nor see them.

"Can... can he recover?" A rescue team member asked with some concern, looking at Ye Jing's numb appearance.

"I don't know." Another team member shook his head. "That guy is just too freakish."

After Ye Jing was rescued.

Those righteous people found Ye Jing a place to stay in a nearby small town.

The house was small, but it was enough for him to live in alone.

Ye Jing's days were like a frozen river in winter, still and indifferent, each second seemingly just a repetition of the previous one's coldness.

His eyes were vacant, as if all color and warmth had been swallowed up by endless darkness.

The neighbors were also filled with suspicion and fear about Ye Jing's appearance.

After all, no one likes a neighbor who looks like a corpse.

Ye Jing didn't bother with the neighbors' gossip.

Every day I just sit in the small courtyard, watching the sun rise in the east and set in the west, and the spring green and autumn yellow!

I don't know how much time has passed.

Suddenly, a few children mustered up their courage and approached Ye Jing's courtyard.

"Hehe, look at that guy, he's not moving at all, it's so funny!" A little girl with pigtails held a small pebble in her hand, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Yes! Let's have a competition and see who can throw more accurately, so he can move!" Another Little Fatty excitedly agreed, already holding a few pebbles in his hand.

"One, two, three, throw!" Several children shouted in unison, and pebbles, twigs, and even a withered leaf flew towards Ye Jing.

They landed in the yard, making soft rustling sounds, but they didn't seem to attract even Ye Jing's attention.

"Hahaha, he didn't react at all!" The children's laughter echoed in the yard, tinged with a hint of smugness and mischief.

Seeing that Ye Jing had no reaction, they became even bolder.

The Little Fatty squinted, aimed at Ye Jing's slightly thin body, and with a "whoosh," a small pebble drew an arc in the air and landed squarely on Ye Jing's knee with a soft "thud."

Ye Jing's body trembled slightly, but his empty eyes remained unfocused, as if he had forgotten even the feeling of pain.

This, on the contrary, aroused even greater interest in the children, who began to squeal with excitement, as if they had discovered some new and amazing toy.

"Look! He moved!" The little girl with pigtails clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Again! Again! This time I'm going to throw it on his head!" another little boy shouted excitedly, picked up a slightly larger Shi Tuo, swung it hard, and the Shi Tuo drew a sharp trajectory in the air, heading straight for Ye Jing's head.

Ye Jing instinctively wanted to dodge, but the long-term torment had made his movements slow and clumsy. The Shi Tuo finally landed gently on the top of his head with a "thud." Although it did not cause much damage, it was enough to make him feel a little pain.

"Hehehe, this is so much fun!" The children's laughter became even more unrestrained, as if they had forgotten that the "toy" in front of them was once a living, breathing person with feelings.

They continued to throw various small objects, some landing on Ye Jing's shoulders, others brushing against his cheeks; each touch seemed to gently leave a mark on his numb heart.

However, Ye Jing simply sat quietly, letting the mischievous children play around him. His eyes remained vacant, as if none of this concerned him.

Just then, a little girl in a floral dress came running up, panting. Her face was slightly flushed from running, but her eyes were full of determination. "Stop! You can't bully people like this!"

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing? We were just playing with him," the little boy muttered unhappily.

"Playing? This isn't playing! You're hurting him!" The little girl stood in front of Ye Jing, arms outstretched like a little guardian. "He's already pitiful enough; we should help him, not hurt him."

"But he looks so strange..." the Little Fatty hesitated.

"My grandma said that everyone has their own story. Maybe he has gone through a lot of pain, but we can't reject or bully him just because he's different." Xiao Jin's voice was gentle yet strong. She turned to look at Ye Jing, and although Ye Jing still didn't react, her eyes were full of warmth and care. "Don't worry, big brother, I will protect you."

Ye Jing's empty eyes flickered slightly, as if this sudden warmth had touched a corner deep within his heart.

But he did not respond.

In that small courtyard, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, the children's laughter gradually subsided, leaving only Xiao Jin's resolute figure and Ye Jing's still silent silhouette.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a touch of coolness, yet it also seemed to bring about some subtle changes.

Xiao Jin glanced at Ye Jing, then climbed into the yard.

She crouched down and carefully picked up the pebbles and twigs that had been used as "toys" from the ground, putting them back in their original places one by one.

Help with cleaning and taking care of the trash in the yard.

She looked up at Ye Jing, his empty eyes seeming to represent the void in her heart that desperately needed filling. She whispered, "Big brother, you must be very tired, right? But it's okay, everyone gets tired sometimes, I believe in you."

After cleaning the yard, I climbed out and went home.

Ye Jing watched the little girl's retreating figure quietly, his eyes remaining calm and unwavering, before turning back into the house.

The rest of the time passed uneventfully.

Ye Jing still spends his days lost in thought in the courtyard.

The little kids started to find it amusing and came over to cause trouble, throwing all sorts of things at Ye Jing.

But then it was discovered that there was no response at all.

Those who were bored gradually stopped coming.

Ye Jing was the only person in the entire courtyard.

Wrong.

There's also a little girl who comes every day.

Her Xiao Jin.

She often came to help Ye Jing chase away the children and then clean the yard.

Ye Jing remained unmoved, his eyes still vacant, and he didn't say a word.

The little girl wasn't in a hurry and continued doing her work.

Then one day...

The group of kids returned, surrounding a young boy dressed in fine clothes.

"Young Master Zhao, look, this is the strange man in our village. No matter what you do to him, he won't fight back," said a child next to the young boy.

"Oh, interesting!"

The Brocade-robed Youth Young Master Zhao, dressed in brocade robes and wearing brocade boots, had a look of amusement and disdain in his eyes, as if this small village was a playground in his eyes.