All the way to find death was stopped by the students

"Ouch! Why did you go there!" Fang Manman held an umbrella and looked at the two anxiously.

"Is Uncle Chai back?" Bo Qingyuan took off his T-shirt and wrung it dry.

"I'm back, I've fallen asleep, the noodles in the pot are all mushy, you guys have some compressed biscuits," Fang Manman walked wearily towards his tent, "By the way, mushy, Pea doesn't have a tent , and the rain is so heavy, you can squeeze in for one night."

Nanfang nodded, and directly pulled Bo Qingyuan into his tent, turned on the flashlight, and saw that Bo Qingyuan's thin upper body was covered with hideous scars.

"Can I squeeze in with you for one night?" Bo Qingyuan asked again.

Nanfangzhi nodded blankly, and said in a difficult way, "How did you... get these things on you?"

"En?" Bo Qingyuan looked at the scars on his body indifferently, "Some are from the construction site, and some are from fights."

The heavy rain made the tent shaky, so Bo Qingyuan turned around and zipped it up to prevent the rain from splashing into the tent.

Nanfangzhi turned his face away, not to look at Bo Qingyuan who was changing clothes, but he suddenly remembered the question he had forgotten to ask.

"Peas." He called out.

After Bo Qingyuan changed his pants and put on a clean T-shirt, he saw Nanfangzhi opened his mouth, so he said "En?"

Nanfangzhi looked at him and said, "I called you several times when the landslide happened before, why didn't you?"

Bo Qingyuan paused, then touched his ear habitually, "Didn't I tell you before?"

Hearing the words in the South, he looked confused.

Seeing his expression, Bo Qingyuan smiled helplessly, and suddenly sighed, "Speaking of which, I've never heard your voice before. Is it clear and clear or hoarse?"

Nanfangzhi was even more confused, "What do you mean?"

Bo Qingyuan looked at the other person's hair that was still dripping, and turned around slowly, "After you change your clothes, I'll tell you again."

Only then did Nan Zhi realize that he hadn't changed his clothes yet, so he shivered, and hurriedly found clean clothes to put on.

He poked Bo Qingyuan's back and shouted, "Okay, tell me!"

Bo Qingyuan turned his head and looked at Nanfangzhi like a child. He took out a towel from his backpack and put it on his head, gently drying him.

"Myself......"

"I am congenitally hard of hearing." Bo Qingyuan interrupted, "I used a cochlear implant for a while when I was a child, but I lost it when I just learned to pronounce, so my tone of voice was a bit strange, and later I changed it to a cochlear implant. The hearing aid was lost a few days ago."

The towel on Nanfang's head blocked his sight. He listened to the other party's understatement, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. .

After a while, Bo Qingyuan took off the towel, looked at Nanfang's half-dried hair, and said with a smile, "But I can speak with my lips, so if you want to say something to me, just stand in front of me and let me see it. Go to sleep Alright."

After finishing speaking, Bo Qingyuan got up to turn off the flashlight, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, and the sound of rain outside gradually disappeared.

Nanfang Zhi didn't know how he lay down. In the narrow space, he could even clearly feel the breath from the people around him—warm and quiet.

......

When he was [-] years old, he lived with his family in a very old residential building. At that time, there was only one security man in the whole community. Because it was a rare surname, he still remembers that uncle's surname." uncle".

The uncle is honest and honest, smiling all day long, and he also has a son who looks juicy and very cute.

Every time grandpa took Nanzhi home and passed by the security room, they would greet the uncle and the little boy sitting in his arms playing, but the kid never paid attention to him or spoke to him.

"Grandpa, why don't you let me play with him?" The little Nanfang Zhi asked, pointing at the child.

Grandpa said with a rare serious face: "It's not impossible, but that kid is very special, no, it should be said that he is very precious, so when you play with him, you must always hold his hand to protect him. If someone bullies him Call back immediately and teach that person a lesson, you know?"

Nanfangzhi nodded in a daze, and looked back at the very quiet little boy in his father's arms.

However, Nanfangzhi didn't have time to play with the other party after all, because the security uncle died, he was stabbed and thrown into the garbage dump, and when he was found the next day, his body was completely cold.

After that, Nanzhi never saw that quiet child come out to play again.

Half a year later, when Nanfang Zhi saw the child for the last time, he was even quieter. It was a sense of tranquility that rejected everything around him. At that time, he was being dragged away by a scruffy young man.

The neighbors in the neighborhood all came out to watch.

"Oh, poor baby, she's only 11 years old, her father died, and her mother ran away again."

"Don't talk about it! The children should be sad when they hear it later."

"Listen? I can't hear you. His mother borrowed usurious loans to buy him those cochleas, but now he can't pay them back. Those debt collectors came to the door and smashed the thing, and said that they won't pay it back next time. It's bad." It’s human beings, if not, it scares the mother of the child away.”

At that time, Nanfangzhi took his grandfather's hand and watched the quiet child leave. He hadn't had time to ask the other person's name, hadn't had time to hold his hand to take him to play, and hadn't had time to protect him. being bullied by other people.

......

The heavy rain has passed, and there are bursts of insects in the forest, and a little bit of cool air overflows into the tent.

"What's the matter?" Bo Qingyuan, who was still asleep, turned around and looked at the other party.

But Nanfangzhi trembled uncontrollably, and couldn't hold back his sobs any longer. He simply cried out and whimpered, "Bo Qingyuan..."

Bo Qingyuan couldn't hear anything, but he saw that the people around him were shaking all the time, so he got up and turned on the flashlight. As soon as the light came on, he saw Nanfang's tears streaming down and soaking a lot of clothes, "Why, why? Is this the one from the south?"

"Ugh..."

Bo Qingyuan was completely dazed, he frantically took paper to wipe Nanfangzhi's eyes.

Nanfangzhi took away the opponent's hand, sat up and hugged him tightly, buried his face in the opponent's neck, and burst into tears.

He felt extremely ashamed that he wanted to escape with self-pity and despair because of such a small setback in his life. Obviously, there are people who live a thousand times harder than him, but they have the warmest and quietest love in the world. smile.

Bo Qingyuan had seen Nanfangzhi cry before, but his eyes were only wet. He had never been like this before. His hands were raised and lowered, hesitantly daring not to let go.

It wasn't until Nanfangzhi couldn't breathe from crying that Bo Qingyuan finally put his arms around the man completely in his arms, let him sit between his legs, put his arm around the other's waist and patted him lightly, and gently rubbed him with the other. the nape of the neck.

The soft and pleasant voice was slightly hoarse, "What's the matter, okay, don't cry..." After a pause for a while, he lowered his voice uncomfortably, and called out: "Mum, good."

"Woo...uh..." The person who was still crying just now twitched, and immediately stopped crying.

In an instant, the air became a little thicker.

Nanfangzhi was tired from crying, and only realized that he had cried to death in the arms of a boy. He was so embarrassed that the tips of his ears turned red, but he didn't know whether it was because he was tired or too tired. He didn't want to leave.

After a while of silence, Nanfangzhi suddenly had a brain twitch and looked up at the other party, "Can you sing a song for me?" As soon as he said the words, he immediately regretted it, and quickly said: "No, I, I... ..you don't have to sing."

Nanfangzhi put his head back on the opponent's shoulder in embarrassment.

There was a long silence, just when Nanfang thought that the other party could not sing anymore and was drowsy, a low singing voice suddenly sounded and slowly flowed into his ears.

"...Even if it is snowing all over the world, even if the migratory birds have flown south..."

It didn't take long for the Southern Nest to fall asleep in the other's arms.

Bo Qingyuan felt that the breathing on his neck became even, and stopped singing. He carefully hugged the person down, let him pillow on his heart, and said to himself, "You are such a person, for a Strangers can cry like the sky is falling."

Bo Qingyuan stared at the blood-stained mouth corner of the other party for a long time, then gently pinched the other party's chin with his hand, dug the fingertip of the index finger into the gap between the other party's lips, and slowly applied the anti-inflammatory ointment on the wound on the tongue.

Saliva with a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Bo Qingyuan looked at it and lowered his head unconsciously.

"Hmm..." Nanfangzhi snorted uncomfortably.

Bo Qingyuan raised his head abruptly, and hurriedly withdrew his hand from the opponent's mouth. He looked at Nanfang Zhi who was still sleeping soundly in disbelief, and then he clenched his hot fingertips, which were still wet Soft and warm to the touch.

Bo Qingyuan's face was as pale and terrifying as if he had been seriously injured. He gently put down the hand in the south, and walked out with a little unsteady footsteps.