enchanting forensic doctor

Silent cry.

His thin shoulders kept trembling, and the water stains on his chest gradually faded away, carrying a scorching temperature.

Song Weiran didn't know what else he could do other than a comforting pat. This frail young man could not even cry.

I can't help feeling distressed.

After a long time, the boy in his arms gradually calmed down, and the trembling shoulders also gradually calmed down.But her head was still buried in Song Weiran's chest.

Song Weiran didn't speak, but hugged him quietly, he knew that he didn't need to ask anything at this time, and he would tell himself when the young man adjusted himself.

Slowly leaving the warm embrace, raised his head slightly, but still lowered his eyes, and said softly in a hoarse voice, "Thank you. Clothes...clothes...I'll go back and wash it for you."

Lifting the boy's head, caressing the wet eyes, and drying the wet corners of his eyes.Staring deeply into his eyes, he asked silently.

silence.

Forced to pull out a smile, "It's okay, just let it out when I'm in a bad mood." After speaking, he turned his face to the side unnaturally, avoiding Song Weiran's gaze.

Gently touching the deep bite marks on the pale lips, it was left by the young man trying hard to suppress himself.

"Does it hurt?"

Lowering his eyelids unnaturally, he shook his head slightly.

Song Weiran didn't ask any more questions, but let go of the boy and began to tidy up the albums scattered all over the floor.

Picking up the pile of thick albums, stood up, "Let's go."

The boy squatting on the ground didn't move, Song Weiran just stood there watching him.

After a while, the boy who kept his head down said quietly——

"My mother came to school today. This is...she called." Gu Ling's voice trembled a little, he really didn't want to admit this fact.

Song Weiran knew that he was talking about those bloody finger marks on his face, the blood marks on his pale face were so shocking.He would never have thought that the instigator turned out to be the person with the sacred title——mother? !

Suddenly felt that he lost his voice, just stood there, looking at the young man who was staring at the ground.

"I...my mother likes photography very much and is very capable, but she left the photography industry because of some things when she was young." Gu Ling sat on the ground with her chin resting on her curled legs, and raised her head slightly. Looking at the setting sun that was about to disappear, he spoke slowly.

"Actually, I don't like photography at all, really. I don't like the heavy and cold touch of the camera very much. I like drawing. I like to draw lines on the paper bit by bit with the brush, and look at those When the white paper is filled with my paintings, that kind of satisfaction will make me excited."

"Wei Ran, I really like drawing."

"But I don't have the right to choose. There were no fairy tales in my childhood. I even heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood from jokes told by my classmates when I was in school. There are only boring theories, composition, light, angles, etc. in my life. When I was seven years old, I started to use the camera. If the photos didn’t satisfy my mother, I would have nothing to eat. I had to reflect in the darkroom. The darkroom was very dark, and every time I squatted in the corner, I trembled with fear. But I can't go out, no matter how much I cry, my mother won't let me go out, she won't let me out until I promise that I won't make a mistake again. Then I will take the same thing again, over and over again, until She can go home only after she is satisfied with the effect."

"After returning home, if she is still dissatisfied, I will be locked in the darkroom again, just like this again and again, returning to the starting point and starting again."

"Photography brings me only infinite fear and torture. Wei Ran, do you know that my hands still shake when I hold the camera, and those things that used to be like nightmares reappear over and over again."

When he said this, Gu Ling unconsciously hugged himself tightly, and his thin back began to tremble slightly.Just looking back, those once real nightmares are still so terrifying.

"Later, my mother sent me to learn painting, saying that it would be good for learning photography." Gu Ling smiled lightly, "Speaking of which, I should also thank photography, otherwise my mother wouldn't have sent me to learn painting .”

Song Weiran put those albums aside, and sat on the ground with the young man, watching the gradually setting sun.

"When I first picked up a paintbrush, I fell in love with painting. The feeling of freely smearing paper made me nostalgic. I can draw anything on it, as long as I think I can draw it. That is For the first time, I felt freedom." I smiled bitterly, and sighed, "It's just that my mother didn't let me learn painting after she thought it was unnecessary to study. But I like painting, so I secretly saved money to buy paper and pens and paints Draw it yourself."

Turning his head to Song Weiran with a bright smile, "All my painting tools are bought with my own savings, that's amazing!"

For the first time, Song Weiran felt that others can be so sad when they smile at you.

Seeing Song Weiran's pitiful expression, Gu Ling turned his head away from his gaze, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"After I came here, every time I passed the art classroom, I didn't want to leave. I stood outside and looked through the glass at the students drawing. I secretly skipped class to attend the class of the art department."

"Although I can't learn painting openly, I am already very happy this way. It's just that my mother and the teachers in our department are old acquaintances. I heard that I skipped classes frequently. After reading my recent works, I..." and ran to The school came and beat himself severely in full view.

Gu Ling suddenly couldn't continue speaking. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat, which made him lose the ability to speak.When he was young, he could only watch other children run wantonly and play happily through the glass, while he could only watch secretly with envious eyes. All this was only in a dream for him. scene that appears.Because even if you just look at all this from afar with nostalgia, it will only be a severe punishment if your mother sees it.

All his life can only be photography, photography, photography, photography... Everything else is not doing business properly, and it is all about not working hard.Even just a free play is a hopeless luxury.

Gu Ling sat there with his knees hugged like that, watching the night gradually engulf the last warm light.

Song Weiran, who had been sitting beside him and accompanied him quietly, stretched out her hand and turned his face around, and lightly touched the hideous finger marks again.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

Gu Ling didn't speak, but lowered his long eyelashes to cover his eyes.

"But," gently took his hand, clasped the back of his hand and pressed his hand to his chest, "doesn't it hurt more here?"

Gu Ling remained silent, but his long eyelashes began to tremble.

"But after it hurts, it can feel the feeling of happiness, right?"

is that so?Is that so, is that why he cherishes the feeling of painting every time?

Song Weiran let go of his hand, raised his head, gently wiped away the moisture from his eyes, and smiled, "Little cat!"

Hearing such words suddenly, Gu Ling couldn't change his mind, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"If you cry again, you'll be a little cat." Then she stretched out her hand to pinch his nose.

Gu Ling turned his head away so that he wouldn't pinch it, pouted and glared at him, "I hate it!"

Rubbing his hair messily, he stood up and patted the dirt behind him, stretched out his hand, "Hey, little cat, wake up."

"You're a tabby cat! You're a big tabby cat!" His cheeks puffed back, but his hand held Song Weiran's, and he stood up with his strength.

Song Weiran patted the dirt behind him, picked up the album on the ground, "I'm going back."

Gu Ling put his schoolbag on his back and followed Song Weiran.

"Huh?" Why did you walk to the bathroom.Do you want to go to the toilet?

Song Weiran looked at Gu Ling who opened his eyes and asked silently, and pointed to the mirror in front of the sink, "The little cat goes to wash his face."

In the mirror, there were red finger marks and wet water stains on her fair face, and her red eyes were a little swollen, and she was extremely embarrassed.Gu Ling looked into the mirror and smiled gratefully at Song Weiran. He knew that he was asking him to take care of himself and keep what happened just now as their secret.

Turning on the faucet, the water in late autumn is already cool, irritating the red and swollen eyes.

"Actually, you are very lucky." Song Weiran leaned against the door with the album in her arms, looked at Gu Ling in the mirror and said quietly, "My mother will never touch me again in her life." Her voice was full of bitterness.

Looking up, looking at the person in the mirror who has turned his head away and stared into the distance, that gaze is nostalgic and lost.

Why are you so sad, Wei Ran, what did you think of?

Just standing there in a daze like that, looking at the person immersed in sadness in the mirror, letting the silence permeate in the last sunset...

When Song Weiran sent Gu Ling downstairs in the dormitory, Gu Ling stopped and said to Song Weiran, "I can just carry it up by myself." As he spoke, he reached out and hugged the album in Song Weiran's hand.

Rubbing his hair with a smile, "Yes."

Gu Ling's phone rang as soon as he left.

"Hey?"

"Wei Ran, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? The food is cold!"

"Rabbit, I have something to do and I'll go back later, you just leave the food, I'll eat when I come back."

"Well, then hang up."

"kindness."

After hanging up on Little Rabbit, Song Weiran thought about it, and decided to go out to school first...

After Gu Ling went back, facing his roommate's questioning, he lay on the bed without saying anything, covered himself in the quilt, and curled up tightly.

"Buzzing" The phone beside the bed vibrated.

It's a text message.

Sender: Song Weiran

Time: 20:25:14

Text: Come down, I'll wait for you downstairs.

After staring at the phone for a long time, Gu Ling still lifted the quilt, got up and got out of bed.

"What's with you?"

Song Weiran pinched his nose with a smile, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Huh?" Blinking his eyes, why did he ask this suddenly?

Song Weiran shook his head, didn't say any more, and pulled Gu Ling away.

"Where are we going?" Song Weiran asked in confusion.

She turned her head and gave a wicked smile, "Guess!"

Gu Ling pouted and ignored him.Always know anyway.

"Why are you here by the lake?" When Song Weiran stopped, Gu Ling found that they had come to the artificial lake of the school.

Song Weiran pulled him to sit on the chair next to him, took out a piece of bread from the bag, "here."

Gu Ling blinked and asked him to come down to bring him bread?

He took out another pack of milk from the bag and put it in his hand, it turned out to be hot.

"Eat."

Looking at the bread and milk in his hand, and at the person smiling gently, Gu Ling suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

Song Weiran rubbed his hair and smiled, "Eat quickly! Do you want me to feed you?!"

Gu Ling gave him a blank look, without saying a word, slowly tore open the packaging bag, and lowered his head, biting the bread bit by bit.

Song Weiran looked at the sparkling lake under the moonlight. What happened to Gu Ling today brought some pictures to his mind. Those once beautiful things no longer exist.

A hint of sadness gradually spread in the air. Gu Ling looked up at the person next to him. It was this expression and this emotion. What was it that made him exude such an aura of sadness?

"Wei Ran." She tugged at the hem of his clothes carefully and called out timidly.

Quickly came back from his own thoughts, turned his head, "Oh, you're done eating. Well... then it's time for this." Then he buried his head in the bag to find something.

Gu Ling hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth, "Wei Ran, you..." Did something happen to you?

He just got interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Huh? I found it!" He raised his head with a smile, holding a tube of ointment and a bag of cotton swabs in his hand.

"what is this?"

"Medicine." As he spoke, he took out a cotton swab to open the ointment, squeezed some on the cotton swab, held out his hand to hold his face, and under Gu Ling's amazed gaze, under the moonlight, carefully applied the ointment bit by bit. on those wounds.

Gu Ling, who was struggling at first, obediently stayed still after understanding his intentions, quietly watching the person who applied the medicine for him, gentle and focused...

Somewhere in my heart, little by little, it warmed up.

"Okay." Let go of his hand, and flicked Gu Ling's forehead lightly.

Gu Ling, who was in a daze, came back to his senses, and shouted belatedly, "It hurts!"

Song Weiran laughed, stretched out her claws and rubbed vigorously on his head.

"Okay, you take this, rub it on your face at night, and the wound won't be infected." He said and put all the ointment swabs in Gu Ling's pocket, "Okay, it's time for us to go back."

Gu Ling touched the medicine in his pocket, did not get up, hesitated, "Wei Ran, why are you sad?"

Song Weiran was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Gu Ling thought for a moment, "Feeling."

Song Weiran smiled and pinched his nose, "I'm fine, don't think about it."

Yeah?is that so?Wei Ran, if this is the case, then why do you dodge your eyes?

Gu Ling didn't ask any more questions, but tightened his lower lip.

"Let's go." Without further words, he stood up and took a step.

On the way back, neither of them spoke, they just walked quietly.

Send Gu Ling downstairs in the dormitory, rubbed his hair, "Go up, get a good sleep, don't think too much."

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he suppressed the words he wanted to ask, and finally just gave a muffled grace.

When Gu Ling's figure disappeared from sight, the smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be held back. Now even wanting to be beaten and scolded has become a luxury for him. Parents, family, these things have long since left him.

Suddenly feeling very cold, shiveringly stretched his hand into his pocket, and touched a hard object.

Taking out the phone and calling up the picture file, the man on the screen of the phone had a wicked smile on his face.Fortunately, fortunately, I was very lucky to meet him.Suddenly want to hear his voice, want to tell him that he is thinking of him.

He quickly dialed the number and waited for the person to pick it up, but there was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time...