The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

"Did those people inflict this scar?"

Those people naturally refer to Wei Jin and his followers. Only the powerful second generation of rich people have a bad temper and do not take human life seriously, so they dare to take heavy action.

Song Jiu was a little angry, but after saying the words, he felt a little regretful. He then eased and repaired the relationship between the two. At this time, there was no need to talk about others' scars.

Because besides Wei Jin, he really couldn't think of other possibilities.

Song Jiu's hand holding the cotton swab shook and he carefully observed the other person's expression.

But unexpectedly, Lu Lie didn't get angry and answered his question.

"It's not them. It was my father, my biological father, who carved it out with pieces of a beer bottle. The stock price fell sharply recently. He lost a lot of money. He was drunk and hit him with a bottle."

"When I realized it, it was too late to escape. My chest was bleeding a lot. Since I didn't receive timely treatment and bandaging, I developed a high fever the next day and found it difficult to walk. I had to call the head teacher to ask for a long leave."

When he said these words, there was no emotion on his face and his tone was calm, as if he was stating an objective fact.

No joy or sorrow.

The father was so cruel to his own son. He failed in his career and did not analyze the reasons. Instead, he became angry and drank heavily to take out his family members. He was a coward and cold-blooded man who was not worthy of being a qualified father.

The son was injured and bleeding. As for where his mother went and why she was not bandaged and treated in time, Song Jiu would not ask more questions.

"It hurts, it's such a deep injury."

Song Jiu's hand when applying the medicine couldn't stop shaking.

There was a gash almost as deep as half a fingernail. There was no medicine and the bleeding was not stopped in time. I had to rely on my own immunity to get through it until it became scarred.

How painful it must be.

Song Jiu's eyes became misty.

"It doesn't hurt, just get used to it." Lu Lie lowered his eyes and looked at the red eyes of the young man in front of him, and answered.

Since birth, he has lost count of how many times he has been beaten by his biological father.

When school was over in elementary school, as soon as the bell rang, my peers would pick up their schoolbags and run home eagerly, their faces full of joy and excitement.

But why would anyone like to go home?

In the eyes of Lu Lie, who is in sixth grade, family is not a complimentary word.

Going home represents the endless quarrels between parents, the countless pieces of beer bottles on the floor, and the abuse and violence.

Why would anyone expect to be beaten?

Later, as he grew older, he realized that not everyone's family was as broken as his.

Others have loving parents at home who smile and encourage them, but they are not like him at all. They dare not tell their parents when they catch a cold, so they can only endure it, for fear that their parents will find out and they will be beaten and scolded.

A loser, a prodigal.

His father called him so.

After my grandma passed away, my father became even more unscrupulous. He would beat and scold him if he had any trouble, saying that it was all because of him that his company collapsed and his stock plummeted.

Lu Lie lost count of the number of times he fell asleep with scars all over his body.

It was really painful at first, and the pain kept me awake all night. Later, I got used to it as the frequency increased, and enduring the pain became as easy as breathing.

Song Jiu closed her lips tightly and did not ask any more questions, but the movements of her hands were gentler.

After applying the ointment, the two drank yogurt and ate braised eggs and grapes. After filling their stomachs, the sky turned completely dark.

The bed is big enough to accommodate two people.

After taking a shower, Song Jiu went to bed, placed a stack of blankets across the middle, and said, "Although I sleep peacefully and don't move around, you still have injuries on your body. Let's stay a little further apart so as not to cause any scars." open."

He raised his hand and turned off the light.

Sleeping in the same bed with a classmate whom he didn't know very well, Song Jiu thought he would suffer from insomnia and unable to sleep, but unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, strong sleepiness came over him, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Why are you helping me?"

Song Jiu was about to fall into a deep sleep when he vaguely heard a voice from the person next to him. The voice was so soft that if the two of them weren't so close, they wouldn't have been able to hear it.

why?

Song Jiu barely regained consciousness.

"Well, I probably don't want my genius to be buried. Lu Lie, your grades are so good. You will definitely be admitted to the best university in the country in the future and live an ideal life, free and unrestrained..."

The sound gradually disappeared, replaced by steady breathing.

People are asleep.

Lu Lie was conscious and turned his head to look at the obedient sleeping boy next to him.

He removed the blanket between the two of them and leaned closer.

The young man was lying on his back with his hands naturally placed by his sides. Perhaps he was too tired during the day, his brows showed a bit of fatigue, and his chest rose and fell slightly with the breath of air.

Lu Lie stretched out his hand and explored Ren'er's delicate face. His fingertips slid down from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, lips, and jaw, and finally stopped at the fragile neck.

The throat has many interconnected cartilage tissues, which are soft and easily damaged. It is a relatively fragile part of the human body. At the same time, there are a large number of nerve endings distributed around it. Even a slight stimulation is likely to cause pain.

Therefore, just a slight exertion can cause a person to die painfully.

Lu Lie changed his posture and covered the young man's throat with his big hands.

A pair of eyes were dim and unclear in the darkness.

An invisible storm is brewing.

The young man had already fallen asleep, not knowing that death was approaching. He was probably having a nightmare. His two thin eyebrows were furrowed, his closed eyes moved uneasily, and crystal tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Lu Lie's eyes slowly moved to the tears at the end of Ren'er's eyes, and finally withdrew his hand to wipe away the tears for Ren'er.

I don’t want the genius to be buried...

Really... just like that?

Early the next morning, the students in the top class found that Lu Lie, who had not been to school for a long time, reappeared in his seat. Although his face was pale, he was obviously much more energetic than before.

The whole person is no longer surrounded by gloomy and dead silence.

Instead, he raised his head, unobstructed by his bangs, revealing his sharp phoenix eyes. His superior and handsome face made many female classmates look sideways and talk in private.

Why didn't they realize that Lu Lie was so handsome?

His facial features are even three points deeper than those of Wei Jin, the recognized campus male god, to the point where you can’t bear to look away after just one look at him.

Even so, no one dared to go up and talk to him.

After all, he is handsome, but if he gets too close and accidentally catches that kind of disease, his life will be over. They can still tell which is more important, beauty or health.

Lu Lie showed his whole face, and strangers couldn't help but look over at him while walking on the way to the cafeteria.

Appreciation is appreciation, what should be avoided should be avoided.

Someone saw a young man with an exquisite face following Lu Lie. He couldn't bear to pass on his conscience, so he took advantage of Lu Lie's break to get his meal and quietly approached him.

Couldn't help but tell the truth.

"Classmate, listen to my advice. You should stay away from the road. He is not in good health. Be careful of infecting you."

Song Jiu couldn't help but retorted: "It's not an infectious disease, so what are you afraid of? You are just too taboo, just don't help, and you still isolate people."

The man was anxious: "I advised you with good intentions, why didn't you listen? Do you know what kind of disease he was suffering from? So I rushed to accompany him eagerly."

"What disease?"

"AIDS!"

After the man finished speaking, he seemed to have seen something bad and dirty, and left the place in a hurry.

When Song Jiu heard these two words, his heart was shocked, and the hand on his side suddenly clenched into a fist. How could it be that kind of disease? He was so confused that he didn't know how to react for a moment, but he seemed to sense something and turned around.

Not far behind him, Lu Lie was holding two lunches and looking over with a heavy look.

I didn't know how long I stood in that position.