The self-cultivation of the coquettish bitch

Chapter 43

When Qin Shen woke up, there was lightning and thunder outside the window, a bolt of lightning just crossed the sky, and a silver-gray afterglow just happened to flash across the glass window.

Closing my eyes, the night sky was still clear, but suddenly it rained heavily.But at the end of summer, faces change faster than women, Qin Shen got up from the bed without any doubts, closed the slightly open windows, and then drew the curtains.

In an instant, the room was completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers. Only the occasional flashes of light came out from the cracks in the curtains and fell on the ground, like a sliced ​​smiling face.

Darkness is the best protective color for loneliness.

Qin Shen likes darkness, as if it can cover up the emptiness around him.

Because of the bare feet, the wooden floor was a bit cool, and the coolness came from the soles of the feet, and climbed up the limbs from the feet.

It seems to be a little cold all of a sudden...

Of course, the seasons of summer and autumn alternate, and the weather also begins to change, just like the sky.

boom.

There was a sudden sound, not thunder, but a sound from outside, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Who?

Qin Shen's heart suddenly rose.But soon he put it down again.Because this is his house, the door is locked, and because he went to see the owner today, he specially added a fingerprint combination lock, so outsiders can't get in at all.

Then there is only Zhou Han.

Zhou Han?

After his eyes had fully adapted to the darkness and he could see things, Qin Shen immediately opened the door and walked out.

The living room was dark, but under the thunder light, Qin Shen vaguely saw a person sitting in the corridor leading to his room and Zhou Han's room, close to the living room.A pile of things collapsed on the ground.

Zhou Han should have bumped into something.

"What's the matter with you?" Qin Shen asked, his voice was a little low, his throat was a little itchy, and after saying this, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing a few times.

"Don't come over here." Zhou Han's voice was surprisingly low, as if he was choked up.

Cried?

Qin Shen frowned, ignored his words, and walked over in the dark.

"There's broken glass!" Seeing that he didn't listen, Zhou Han yelled hastily, with his hands on the floor, trying to stand up, but unexpectedly the broken glass pierced his hand.He let out an ah.

"It's you who shouldn't move." Qin Shenye had good vision, and there was thunder from time to time, and the glass on the ground reflected light. He jumped over the disaster-like scene two or three times, found the switch of the living room light, and slapped the ground Press to turn on the light.

Zhou Han sat on the ground with his back turned to him. In front of him was a puddle of water and broken glass all over the floor.

It looks like I got up to drink water, and then the glass fell.

Crying when you drop a glass?This doesn't look like Zhou Han's character, and looking at his back, well, he has something on his mind.

Walking over, Qin Shen patted his back reassuringly and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Han lowered his head, his rather long bangs hung softly on his forehead, covering his eyes.And he rested his left hand on his lap with his right hand, looking decadent and sad.

Qin Shen doesn't like digging people's wounds, especially his own family members.So he had no choice but to take Zhou Han's hand: "Come on, let me see if it hurts somewhere? You just yelled."

The sound was quite low, and Zhou Han immediately suppressed the sound after he realized it, the lingering sound was suppressed by him, but Qin Shen still heard it, in this stormy night, lightning and thunder.

The index finger of Zhou Han's left hand was cut on the side of the middle finger by the glass, and a little blood spilled out, but the wound was not big, and the blood had already solidified within a short time.

Qin Shen grabbed his hand, put it in front of his eyes, and took a closer look. There was no broken glass in it, so that's good. "Get up first, sit with me on the sofa, and I'll find you a Band-Aid bag."

"No need." Zhou Han immediately withdrew his hand and stood up from the ground, but his head was still hanging down, and his voice was also low and nasal: "Sorry, I woke you up, I will clean up now." Now, go to sleep." Then, he walked to the kitchen, stepping straight on the broken glass in front of him.

It's like nothing is wrong.

Qin Shen could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him. Seeing that he was about to step on the broken glass, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Han horizontally.

"Little ancestor, don't make trouble." Qin Shen pressed Zhou Han on the sofa, then rummaged in the drawer for a while, found a band-aid, and wrapped it on him.Then swept away the broken glass, dragged away the water stains, and poured Zhou Han a glass of warm water.

"Drink your saliva slowly, it's a bit cold at night." He sat down beside Zhou Han, and naturally put his hands on the sofa behind Zhou Han.

"Thank you." Zhou Han was still very reserved, which was quite different from usual.

While he was raising his head to drink water, Qin Shen hurried over to take a look, tsk, he saw tear stains on his face, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Qin Shen asked directly.He had known Zhou Han for so long, but he hadn't seen him yet. This was the first time, the first time he saw this man's tears and his weak side.

Zhou Han shook his head, but refused to speak.The corners of the eye sockets that had just finished crying were moist, and in the blink of an eye, there was still wetness.

"Don't talk if you don't say it," Qin Shen put his arms around his shoulders, raised his fingertips and patted it, "Anyway, it's enough for you to know that I'm by your side, you can use my brother's arms as you like."

The tone was the same as always, familiar and casual.But it was very soothing.

The tears that Zhou Han had held back almost burst out of his eyes, but fortunately he stretched his eyes wide with all his strength so that the tears did not fall.

It's nothing, he's just having a nightmare.Dreamed of his mother, his mother who never cared about him.

In the dream, his mother lost a lot of weight, her cheeks, which were still a little fleshy, were thinner, her big glasses were dull and gloomy, and she was extremely decadent.

When Zhou Han dreamed of her, she was looking for someone all over the street, looking for someone like crazy.When Zhou Han walked over to take a look, she realized that she was the one she was looking for so anxiously. She asked every passerby if she had seen his precious son. His precious son had been missing for a long time.

She also said a lot, a lot of things that Zhou Han didn't know before, he always thought that she didn't care about him because she didn't love him, but it wasn't true.She loves him, but she didn't express it before.

Seeing her haggard appearance, Zhou Han felt distressed, and walked over to hug her, only to realize that his hand was directly through her.

He couldn't touch her, and she couldn't see him.

Zhou Han suddenly remembered that he was wearing a book.

Then there was a thunderstorm and he woke up.When I woke up, there was still a tear hanging from the corner of my eye, which just fell on the pillow.Zhou Han sat up, looked at the sky outside the window for a while, and then came out to pour water.Unexpectedly, on the way back to the room, there was a sudden thunder, which frightened him, and the water fell to the ground.

Between the fire and the light, he remembered that when he was a child, his mother would accompany him and tell him stories by the bedside when the thunder was thundering, calling out his name one after another, so that he would not be afraid.

Thinking of this, Zhou Han suddenly burst into tears, and couldn't help but threw himself into Qin Shen's arms, grabbed the hem of his bathrobe, and cried silently.

I miss my mother so much.

But she has been dead for a long time.

The moment he rushed in, Qin Shen's back stiffened for a moment, and then he relaxed quickly, patting his shoulder gently, giving him silent comfort.

"Hey, I'm here," he said.

"Hey, I'm here." My mother used to say this sentence often.

Zhou Han cried even harder, almost out of breath.After crying for quite a while, he finally stopped slowly, raised his head, looked at Qin Shen cautiously with his red and swollen eyes: "Can you give me a hug? Call my name."

Qin took a deep breath, and a suspected distressed feeling quickly flashed through his heart.Then he raised his hand and pressed Zhou Fumao into his arms, wrapped his hands around his shoulders, and shouted in the gentlest and gentlest voice in his life: "Maomao."

"..." Zhou Han blinked, and tears fell down.

Look, what he bears in this world is Zhou Fumao's name, how sad.

What did I do wrong to experience this?

Qin Shen could only feel that Zhou Han's grip on his lapel became stronger. The bathrobe was originally tied loosely around his waist with a knot. If Zhou Han exerted more force, the knot would come loose and the bathrobe would open. .

But Qin Shen didn't have time to think about it. He had to comfort the sad fur cat in front of him. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, comfort was still necessary, although it didn't work.

"Be good, touch your head and don't cry." Qin Shen took out the routine he used to coax the children in the hospital, "Our Mao Mao is good, don't cry, be brave, and don't be afraid."

The little ant system in Zhou Han's mind was about to be stunned to death by his tacky and disgusting way of coaxing people, but at the moment it could only choose to be quiet, after all, it had no role to play.

"Call me Zhou Han." Zhou Han didn't care about breaking the rules and interrupting Qin Shen's words. He wanted Qin Shen to know that he was Zhou Han, not Zhou Fumao, but Zhou Han.

But the next second, he was speechless.As if dumb, the mouth is open, the syllables are in the throat, but there is no sound.

[Host, I'm sorry.This is our rule. 】

Zhou Han couldn't help laughing, tears fell down again.

Look, I can't even speak.

Zhou Han rested his head on Qin Shen's shoulder in despair, feeling powerless.

Tonight's nightmare broke his cover all along, exposing all his grievances to the night.

But the next sentence is Qin Shen's.But it calmed his aggrieved heart a little bit.As if fireworks were blooming in the night for a moment, Zhou Han felt a faint warmth in his heart.

"Hey, Zhou Han, don't cry, I'm here." He said.

Although Qin Shen didn't know why Zhou Fumao suddenly asked him to call him Zhou Han, but in an emergency, when others were crying, he didn't care about thinking so much and could only obey his wishes.

Zhou Han raised his head and looked at him blankly, tears were still welling in his eyes, and there were traces of tears in his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

he called.

Very happy.

Zhou Han rushed forward, climbed up, and kissed Qin Shen on the cheek.

In an instant, it seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

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