Don't be afraid!I just like you

Not knowing exactly what happened, Meng Zhiqing didn't dare to speak out casually to persuade him, so she quickly put a few chopsticks into his bowl, changed the subject and said, "The unhappy things will pass in a while, don't think about it. Hurry up Let's eat, the dishes are getting cold."

Looking at all kinds of food on the table, Mu Yize suddenly felt a little hard to swallow, and the little appetite that he raised before dinner disappeared without a trace, and his stomach and heart seemed to be filled with something.

Meng Zhiqing didn't want him to be disturbed, so she kept using the food to change the subject, and the bowl piled up into a mountain in a short while.After a moment of silence, Mu Yize suddenly put down his chopsticks and stood up, saying, "I'm full, you should go to bed early."

The figure passed by, the corner of the clothes brushed across the shoulders, Meng Zhiqing squeezed the chopsticks in her hand, until the sound of going upstairs became farther and farther away, she dared to stand up and turned around to take a look at Mu Yi Ze fleeting back.

In fact, she heard it all.For so many years, not only Mu Yize, but also Meng Zhiqing knew that she was sick. It was nothing more than a phone call, but she overheard her, and she couldn't do anything if she couldn't control her steps.

Although Mu Yize didn't have the habit of turning on the speakerphone when talking on the phone, but this house is so big, there are only the two of them, as long as they are not far away, they can hear the voice on the phone when it is really quiet.

Even if she didn't understand what they said at the beginning, but Meng Zhiqing had never lacked brain skills since she was a child, and she probably guessed what was going on.

The angel and the demon struggled for a while, and Meng Zhiqing smiled. She took out her mobile phone and glanced at the recording again before the screen went black.

The weather hadn't warmed up yet, but after returning to the room, Mu Yize's heart was getting hotter and hotter. He was leaning against the bedside to watch the computer. Suddenly, a suppressed and muffled sigh broke through his throat uncontrollably, and he threw the computer out of the room , Then he might still feel irritable, and slammed the quilt on the ground again.

He couldn't find the reason why he was uncomfortable, but the evil fire in his heart became more and more unbearable. Mu Yize opened the door and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower that was not ice but not even warm. Suppressed the irritability in the body a little.

But when the evil fire disappeared, there were other circumstances that surged up to make him suffer.Just half an hour before the shower time, Mu Yize covered his lower abdomen with a pale face, curled up to protect himself, and lay on the bed vulnerable.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and opened the drawer, and found the only warm baby left after searching a few times. His fingertips were a little white, and he took it apart and stuck it to his old wound.

As time went on, the moderate heat spread throughout his body, and Mu Yize let out a heavy breath, feeling a little better.

When he had strength, he remembered that he should treat himself better, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, and after everything was packed, he picked up the computer and threw it on the table without complaint, and then shook the quilt again. She covered herself without disgust, wrapping herself into a chrysalis.

I don't know if it's because the depression in his heart hasn't passed yet, or if he's exhausted from tossing about with old injuries, not long after lying on the bed, Mu Yize's eyes were glued together very quickly, falling asleep.

"Hahahaha, you owe me a beating just looking at it!"

It seems that with a "swipe", the sky has changed, and the perennial laughter and insults in the orphanage have become silent in an instant, and the original thick ink colors are now black and white.

Mu Yize stood blankly in the middle of the familiar and unfamiliar road, turned his head and looked at it in a daze, as if he was wondering what the hell this place was.

Suddenly, a six or seven-year-old boy broke into his sight without warning, his pupils shrank, and he just stretched out his hand halfway, when he saw the little boy open his hands, protecting the air behind him and saying to the air in front of him, " There are so many of you bullying him, don’t you have a teacher to teach you how to get along with your friends?”

The hand outstretched in the air suddenly stopped, and Mu Yize's heart trembled, causing him to frown. The feeling he hadn't seen for a long time struck again. I don't know if it was because he was not used to it, but Mu Yize's eyes suddenly became sour.

He remembered that the other children in the orphanage didn't like him at that time, and he had no temper at that time, and he would let others bully him without resistance.He still remembered that the day was sunny, and a little boy defended him with an angry little face, and his wound was in pain at that time, and he couldn't think carefully about other things apart from being surprised.

As if in response to the scene that day, Mu Yize moved his steps slowly, taking a step closer to the only little boy there, and while walking, he gently put his hand on the old wound on his abdomen.

Even though he's not in pain right now.

"Little..." The real name that hasn't come out of his mouth for many years has not been completely blurted out, and the black and white in front of him disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The heavy rain mercilessly hit his body heavily, Mu Yize's face suddenly turned pale, his legs and feet softened, and he knelt down on the ground, letting the heavy rain flow down the ends of his hair, falling under his sight once and again. Washed with blood.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at his side naturally, Mu Yize's lips moved, and he muttered, "Xiao An..."

As if as long as he uttered this name thoroughly, the little boy who brought him light would come back.

"Boom—Xiao An—" A gunshot echoed with the heavy rain at night, Mu Yize's shoulders trembled slightly, and he woke up from his dream in cold sweat all over his body.

Panting violently with red eyes, Mu Yize slowly put his hands on his abdomen, and let out a breath of relief.After a while, he gently lifted the pillow next to him, and took out a pistol from underneath that emitted a faint black light in the dark night.

This gun, it seems, has been with Mu Yize for ten years, and no one knows its existence. He bought this gun back then with people in secret.

Since he came to Meng's house, the Meng family gave him enough affection and love, but they don't know if he was abused outside all day before he was 15 years old, and all the unfair treatment he received in the orphanage were given to Mu. Yize brought indelible trauma. For the next few years, he had nightmares every day. In the dream, there was the man who smiled and adopted him home. He was beaten endlessly when he arrived home. The woman beside him always had a smile on his face. Smiling mockingly, he watched the show, the year he entered that house was all for satisfying the dominance and sadism of the dog and man.

If his abdominal injury was treated in time, it would never be where it is today, but the man let alone give him medicine to treat the injury, as long as he doesn't make the situation worse before the injury heals, it will be fine.

For a long time, every time the wound was about to heal, the man would slowly reopen his wound with a faint smile, revealing flesh and blood.

As time went by and the wounds accumulated on his body, Mu Yize began to think of resistance in his heart. Once when he went out, he tried his best to turn the steering wheel of a man who was talking and laughing with a woman. A large truck collided, and four people lost their lives in the accident.

Only he survived.There was a smile on the corner of Mu Yize's mouth, even if he was sent to an orphanage, he still felt that this situation was God's will and it was normal.

But that car accident also left him with bloodshot eyes, and every night he felt that someone was looking for his life, and the fear in his heart did not weaken with the passage of time, even when he was brought back by the Meng family. He didn't dare to have any direct contact with them in the first six months. He always felt that if he said one more word, the other party would only give him endless abuse and beating. The only thing that could make him let down his guard was Meng Meng. safe.

The origin of the gun was also brought with him when he couldn't hold on for several years and couldn't stand it.Sure enough, there was something that could kill by his side, Mu Yize knew it might not be safe, but he still felt inexplicably at ease.

The fingertips gently and slowly rubbed against the cold gun body, a chill was conveyed from the fingertips to the deepest part of his heart, and Bing's heart ached.

There was a bang, and a muffled thunder hit his ear, waking Su Anluo out of his dream.

He suddenly sat up, reacted for a long time before realizing that he had woken up, and hurriedly looked to the side, the pillow was cool, Su Jibei was not there.

The light but slightly flustered footsteps seemed a little abrupt in the silent middle of the night, Su Jibei raised his head from behind the computer, and immediately saw Su Anluo standing at the door with a pillow in his arms and an aggrieved expression on his face.

Su Jibei frowned slightly in surprise, quickly stood up and walked to him, pressed down the two strands of his raised hair, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"Second brother..." Su Anluo looked up at Su Jibei with even more aggrieved eyes, and said, "I'm afraid of thunder outside."

Stretching out his hand to hold the other person's hand, he pulled him to the sofa and sat down. Hearing his words, Su Jibei subconsciously turned his head and looked out the window. Had a nightmare."

Talking about the nightmare in a very gentle tone, Su Anluo blinked in a daze. Seeing Su Jibei get up and pour him a cup of hot water, he realized that the voice just now didn't seem so real. Somewhat distant.

A little dazed, he took the hot water and held it in his hand, and felt that Su Jibei took the computer and sat next to him. Su Anluo unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and moved in Su Jibei's direction again.

Seeing him relax, Su Jibei rubbed his hair again, coaxing, "Don't worry, it's fine, I'm here."

Half a cup of hot water mixed with blood, gradually warming up the slightly cold body, Su Anluo put the cup away, got up slightly and approached Su Jibei for a forehead kiss, and then lay flat on the sofa again, Pushing the obstructive computer onto Su Jibei's other leg, the thigh close to his head can be used as his own pillow, Su Anluo tightened the pillow in his arms, raised his eyes and looked down at Su Jibei Looking at each other, they said, "Go ahead, I'll sleep here."

Su Jibei held onto the computer with one hand, and put the other on Su Anluo's head to act mischievously. He warned, "Just 10 minutes. Don't really fall asleep, for fear of catching a cold. Close your eyes and rest, and go back to your room later."

When he heard that he was about to be busy, Su Anluo hummed immediately, and closed his eyes in peace. After 10 minutes, he naturally waited for Su Jibei to carry him back to his room.

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