enchanting forensic doctor

Sitting on the bench downstairs in the dormitory, he gently opened the white envelope and pulled out the letterhead inside.

There is no flashy picture, no color, just a piece of pure white paper, neatly folded, neat and delicate handwriting written with a black pen, every stroke is so careful.

Wei Ran:

If you read this letter, it means that I have finally done the most daring thing in my life.

Wei Ran, do you know that for me, meeting you is the most beautiful miracle.

Meeting you made my life start to sparkle and let me know that I am not alone.

Wei Ran, you know, you have given me many firsts.

You're the first person to rub my hair.Such an intimate action, no one has ever done it to me.my mother.I have never hugged me since I was a child.

You are the first person who will give me medicine.Every time I was beaten, I was alone, enduring the pain silently, and applying the medicine myself.

You are the first person who will help me carry my schoolbag.

Weiran, do you know that most of the time, I feel that what I am carrying is not a schoolbag, but a mountain.Those expectations, those expectations, I really can't bear it anymore.It's you who take off my schoolbag so that I can run freely.

You're the first one to ask me what I like.

Growing up, I was always told that you should do this, that, and what, and no one ever asked me what I like to do.

Wei Ran, you know, many times, I would think, am I a doll after all?Behind him was manipulating everything with a thread.

I paint desperately, only painting can make me feel that I am still alive, I still have thoughts, and I have not lost myself.But, how many of these selves are left?

Wei Ran, do you know how touched I was when you hugged me that afternoon, for the first time, you could have a shoulder to lend me to cry on, and for the first time, someone would ask, does it hurt?

It hurts, it really hurts.But the wound is not on the face, but in the heart.

I have thought more than once that maybe my existence is a tool to realize my mother's unfulfilled wish.She never loved me even a little bit.

It was you who made me feel warm, and it was you who made me realize that I can be willful, I can act like a baby, I can laugh up to the sky.

You can always make me happy and give me a lot of courage. You know, as long as I am with you, no matter how much I care about it, I will forget everything in an instant.

You will encourage me when I am down and let me keep going.

Weiran, do you know, since you hugged me that afternoon, for me, you are the only guardian in this world.

Wei Ran, your temperature makes me greedy.

Gentle you, make me want to get closer, get closer, hold on tightly, don't let go.

Wei Ran, I like you.

I don't know what you think of this feeling, what you think of my behavior.Maybe you will think that I am a pervert, how can I have such thoughts towards you who are also a boy.

But, I like you, I can't help but like you.

I like to be with you, to laugh with you, to be happy together, to run together.

I like to sit with you, even if I just don't speak quietly, it will make me want to fly happily.

Perhaps, you will say, that is just dependence, not love.

But Weiran, when I don't see you again, I will miss you, miss you, draw your face over and over again involuntarily, and greedily want everything about you.

Only by your side will the heart be filled with the taste of happiness.

In this way, can it be said that it is only dependent?

Wei Ran, I don't know if you can accept such taboo feelings, I just want to tell you that I like you.

Song Weiran, I like you.

Song Weiran, I want to be with you all the time.

Letter, read it.

Song Weiran felt that a stone was stuck in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He didn't know how much courage it took for that shy child to write such words, and what kind of determination it took to tell all this.

They all know that from this moment on, they will never go back to the past.

He didn't know that that simple child would have such feelings for him, so deep and fierce.He can't say that it's just pure dependence and longing for a warm embrace, that's disrespect for the idiot and a blasphemy for this relationship.But how to let him accept this emotion, this love mixed with the longing for family affection.

He has always regarded that child as his younger brother, simply wanting to be nice to him, pampering him, and seeing his bright smile.

but……

Should he say no?

Yes, he should refuse, for him and for himself, he can't agree.

But how to refuse, what kind of sad expression will such an innocent child show after being rejected?

Song Weiran didn't dare to imagine, when he thought of the tiny light in those bright eyes, he was so sad that he was about to suffocate.

That child, that is the younger brother he has always doted on, how could he bear to let him cry for himself.

He clenched his fist tightly, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palm, but he didn't realize it.

After sitting there for a long time, Song Weiran suddenly remembered something and put his hand into his pocket, and took out his mobile phone in a panic. By the way, at this moment, he desperately wanted to hear his voice, and only he could tell What should I do.

"Beep beep~~" The continuous beep sound made him uneasy, he was afraid, this time, when he urgently needed him, he...

Zhaoxi, please, answer the phone, okay?Please, please answer the phone this time.

Every time there was a "beep" sound, Song Weiran's heart sank a little.

Just when he thought that this time, just like that night that made him so sad that no one would answer, the person on the other side of the phone appeared.

"Hey, little cat." He called softly, like the winter sun shining into his heart.

"Zhaoxi!" The voice trembled unconsciously, but fortunately he was there this time.

"Hmm, what's up?"

"Zhaoxi, are you there?! Are you really here?! Zhaoxi, you finally answered the phone! Zhaoxi!" For some reason, Song Weiran finally let go of his anxious heart when he heard the man's voice. For a moment, a man was so important to him that he couldn't help calling his name over and over again.

"Yes, I'm here." Zhao Xi didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt that the child's mood was particularly unstable today, and he instinctively told him that something happened.

"Little cat, what's the matter? Tell me what's the matter, okay?" The voice softened unconsciously, gently soothing.

"Zhaoxi, Zhaoxi, Zhaoxi, Zhaoxi, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you..." There was no answer, just calling that name over and over again, as if to be sure that that person was there , never far away.

Zhao Xi heard the people over there calling her name in a choked voice, and could only respond tirelessly, "I know, I know, I'm here."

He knew that only in this way could the child's emotions be gradually stabilized.

But he never knew that his longing for himself would be so strong.

Inexplicably sad, what happened to that stubborn young man to be so sad?What exactly did he encounter that made him express his thoughts so uneasy?

After a long time, Song Weiran's mood gradually stabilized, and he stopped calling his name over and over again.Zhao Xi's voice rang softly beside her ears, "Are you feeling better?"

With a strong nasal sound "en".

"Now can you tell me what's wrong?"

"..."

He didn't say anything, and Zhao Xi didn't ask again, just quietly listening to the other person's subtle breathing through the microphone.

It took a long time for Song Weiran to speak slowly, "Today...someone confessed to me." The nine words were slowly uttered in a difficult voice, as if exhausted of all strength.

After a few seconds, the person over there said lightly, "Oh? Really?"

"Well, he's a very innocent child." Song Weiran couldn't figure out what Zhao Xi's attitude represented, and his heart sank a little bit.

"Is it cute?" The tone was relaxed, as if discussing the weather with him.

At this time, he actually asked if the child was cute? !

Zhaoxi, in your heart, do you have any affection for me? !

"Do you just want to discuss with me whether that child is cute?" Pressing his chest, the pain there was already unbearable for him.

"..."

"Speak up! Why don't you speak?! You just want to tell me that that child is not cute?!" Zhao Xi's silence made his heart sink to the bottom. All the time erupted.

"You want to know if he's cute? Let me tell you, he's cute, as cute as an angel!!!" He didn't know why he said that, whether it was out of anger at Zhao Xi's silence or because of guilt towards Gu Ling.At this time, he just wanted to yell out these words. He hoped that Chaoxi could stop him. He hoped that Chaoxi could show even a little bit of anger. Because of this, he could be sure that everything that has been going on all this time was not him. One's wishful thinking.

"..."

"Why don't you talk?! Why don't you answer me?! If I promise him? If I'm with him, don't you care at all?!"

The people over there were still silent.

Wiping off the dripping liquid from the corner of his eyes, the hand holding his chest tightened more and more, and the misty voice indicated that this was the speaker's last strength, "Zhao Xi, tell me, do you even care about me in your heart? "

Silence, silence again, suffocating silence.

"If you want to, do it."

In the end, the man just hung up the phone after saying such a plausible remark lightly.

Song Weiran's hand drooped down, and the pink phone fell to the ground.

When hanging up the phone, Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment on the sofa, then looked at the blue sports watch on the table that she was playing with just now, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

That was a gift he had prepared, but now, it seemed unnecessary.

Slowly stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and poured a glass into the goblet.

Gently rubbing the rim of the cup, admiring the swaying of the bright red liquid inside, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A chilling smile.

He raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The bright red liquid slid down the corner of his mouth, and he laughed softly.

The goblet in his hand slipped to the ground, and as the glass splashed, the crisp sound of breaking echoed in the house...