Si Tian Guan

Liu Chongming faintly felt that the scar in Qu Chenzhou's heart that he didn't want to be uncovered was right in front of him.

When Qu Chenzhou mentioned that he had a relationship with Jiang Xingzhi before, he said that he had fled to the street, but he was vague in his words at that time, and he should have asked the bottom line at that time.

"Boss Lin, how old was Shen Zhou at that time?"

"Nine years old, less than ten years old."

Liu Chongming's heart sank, it really was that time.

Presumably, Qu Chenzhou thought that he could already make money, as long as he returned home and could support his family, his parents would not let him be a slave again.

And what he guessed before was not wrong. Although Qu Chenzhou ran to the street, he couldn't escape after all. He could only ask for help from Jiang Xingzhi who he met by chance in a panic, and bring the letter back to his parents for himself.

That's why Jiang Xingzhi went to Changshui Town.

Liu Chongming's chest was congested badly, he didn't want to continue listening, and had to force himself to listen.

"When winter was approaching that year..."

Thunder rolls in the sky, and the rainy season leaves a tail, sweeping up the sky from time to time, presumably there will be another heavy rain later, and even the wind suddenly cools down.

Although it was far from the early winter season mentioned by Manager Lin, Liu Chongming still felt extremely cold.

He stood in the atrium, looked at the closed door of the East Wing, and finally understood what Qu Shenzhou was repeating in his sleepiness—the son had grown up, and he wished to go home.

In order to find someone who can deliver letters to his parents, even though he knew what the punishment awaited him, the hopeful child still escaped desperately, grabbed Jiang Xingzhi, the life-saving straw, and sent a hopeful life. letter.

The letter contained a few words I had just learned—my son has grown up, and I hope to go home.

The little boy with bruises and bruises is lying in the woodshed, is he swinging between life and death relying on the expectation of returning home?

But what happened in the end?

He touched his wet eyes, and they were quickly dried by the cool wind before the rain in the palm of his hand. Someone handed him a cloak, and he sat in the courtyard with his hands folded, not wanting to meet that person in this state.

Between the two of them, there should always be one crazy and one sober.

He was the one who was crazy earlier, and now it's his turn to be the backbone, supporting people to stand up.

Before the rain started, the servant brought the food box and stood with him outside the door of the East Wing.

"Your Majesty." The person guarding the door came forward and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of shocking the people inside.

"Has he eaten today?"

"Send it in, and throw it out again."

Liu Chongming's gaze stayed on the window beside him. The window lattice was nailed to death by a few wooden strips, but the newly sealed window paper was torn yesterday: "If you have the strength to throw things, it seems that you are not too hungry. What about the medicine?"

"As you ordered, I didn't dare to force-feed him. Seeing how Doctor Qin came out, he probably didn't eat it either."

The door lock was removed, and the creaking sound of the door opening cast the light of the lantern outside, but there was no light in the room, and Liu Chongming's shadow was stretched forward from the threshold.

At the end is a messy quilt, piled on the ground, entangled with one person.

Only one arm of the man was exposed outside, holding the quilt in his arms, with his whole head and face covered in it, if it weren't for the shoulders rising and falling with his breathing, it was almost impossible to tell that there was someone inside the quilt.

The servants tiptoed to avoid the mess, put the food box on the table, and retreated.

The light became narrow in the gap between the two doors gradually closing, like a needle stabbing people, the person lying on the ground hugging the quilt suddenly jumped up, stumbled towards the door as if he didn't see Liu Chongming.

Liu Chongming hugged him in the chest with ease, put one hand on his back, and put his other hand in the hollow of his knee. He didn't care that there were two more hands on his waist desperately scratching him, so he hugged him obliquely in his arms. Sit down at the table.

The pen and ink that I laid out in the morning was thrown away somewhere, the paper was shredded all over the place, and there was a piece of splashed ink on the wall that was smashed by the inkstone.

When he sat down on the chair, he realized that his body was full of water stains. He didn't know what had been spilled on the chair before, but he was still motionless, letting others struggle.

There was no screaming or crying during this struggle, only the guttural sound when exerting force, which was eerily quiet.

Like holding a dumb.

"It's disobedient," he reprimanded softly, "It's just copying the family rules, why are you so angry?"

Qu Chenzhou's eyes were slack, and he only paused when he first spoke, arching his back again and again, like a wild beast in a trap, desperately trying to get rid of the shackles.

Liu Chongming frowned reluctantly.

What a stray cat, he thought, can't it be done differently?I know how to scratch people, the place where I scratched yesterday has just formed a scar.

"Stop making trouble, stop making trouble, be obedient," he clasped his arm tightly, but patted his hand lightly: "Guess who I am, I'm Liu Chongming, look up, I'm Chongming."

This is the best way he has found to comfort him - this little lunatic likes his name, as long as he says Liu Chongming, the little lunatic will gradually calm down.

He was willing to think so, so he wouldn't think that this person really lost the strength to struggle.

He also likes to think that his name, like the ambiguous birthmark, is an inescapable weakness in Qu Chenzhou's body.

The guttural voice of struggling gradually lowered amidst the heavier and heavier gasps and whimpers, and the person in his arms curled up, trembling like a broken leaf blown by the cold wind.

Liu Chongming finally heaved a long sigh of relief, today's encounter is over again.

"Shen Zhou, eat something." He bent down, recalling Guanshi Lin's words, and said in a low voice, "Eat something before you can go home."

These two words were like a curse, Qu Chenzhou froze suddenly trembling, and slowly raised his face from his chest, revealing a pair of eyes that had been washed by the morning rain.

That gaze was still slack and dazed, cast erratically in the emptiness of the sky, and it was unknown whether it was because of the familiar voice or something else that made it quiet.

Liu Chongming tried to relax his arms, and after confirming that he had exhausted all his struggling strength, he moved backwards, made room on the chair, changed his posture, turned Qu Chenzhou in the other direction, with his back facing himself, Sandwiched between the legs.

The wild cat lost its claws and its unruly body, and obediently rolled out its soft belly, but he was not at all happy. Instead of seeing such a weak obedience, he would rather see a full of vigor and perversity.

Liu Chongming sighed, pulled the man from behind with one hand and leaned on his shoulder, and opened the food box with the other.

It's ashamed to say that after living together for so long, he has never paid attention to what Qu Shenzhou likes to eat. It seems that he doesn't pick anything except sweets.

It's just that a few days ago, it happened that the palace was rewarded with imperial food, and he tried to feed him two mouthfuls, but he didn't expect that Qu Chenzhou would eat two more mouthfuls unconsciously.

If it was in the past, he would inevitably have to speculate about this person's identity again, but now he is disrupted by the current accident.

"Come on, try this," he scooped up the custard, brought it to his mouth, and comforted him softly: "I'm full, I'll take you home."

He could only try slowly, not daring to stimulate the most painful memory at the beginning.

After being dull and confused, Qu Chenzhou really had some reaction, but he shrugged his shoulders again, trying to break free from the confinement, and the overturned custard rolled down from the skirt of his clothes, crushed into a water stain.

Liu Chongming pressed the man on his shoulders, and the foreheads of both of them were dripping with sweat.

He clamped it between his legs, embraced it with his hands, leaned his head against his body, and held the person in his arms. He could feel more clearly that this person was really going crazy.

He heard himself panting more and more heavily, not because he was exhausted, but because the pain seemed to flow from their close bodies, running back and forth in their blood.

The cold winter six years ago, I feel the same way.

Jiang Xingzhi lived up to the entrustment, sent the letter to Changshui Town, and then followed Qu Shenzhou's hexagrams, and headed south for fifteen miles, heading towards his unknown encounter.

The child suffering in the firewood room repeatedly chanted "My son has grown up", but unexpectedly, it was Du Quan and the aggressive thugs who were waiting.

The Qu couple, who thought they had escaped from the nightmare, received a terrible letter a few years later. They were terrified for a moment, and they begged someone to send the news back to Qisheng Tower overnight, and even sent money back to Qisheng Tower, just hoping that they would never hear about the monster's son again.

Steward Lin remembered clearly the cruel words in that letter, and even more remembered that Shopkeeper Du's outrageous anger almost killed Qu Shenzhou.

All the people in the three buildings under the shopkeeper's name were called to watch the beating.

He couldn't hear his pleading clearly, his ears were filled with the screams of the child who fell in the ice and snow, under the cane whip, even if he didn't move, he would be woken up again by the ice water.

When he was in the study, Liu Chongming didn't dare to look up, as if he didn't know that Manager Lin, who was nearly half a century old, was choking up in front of him.

"I heard someone tell the shopkeeper that he should be sent to Chunqing Building for a while to ensure that he will be trained and obedient. After talking a few times, the shopkeeper was also moved."

"Sin, if you go to that kind of place, how will Brother Xiaoqu live? At least I gave someone some money, so... let them put the whip on their faces, and that's how the shopkeeper lost his mind..."

Liu Chongming's fingers caressed the deepest scar, where it had been torn to the bone, and Manager Lin grabbed grass ash and covered it to stop the bleeding. He didn't intend to let the scar heal.

But is it really hurt, only on the face?

If only his face was injured, how could Qu Chenzhou, who escaped from death, suddenly lose his voice and deafness.

It was a silent world that he had no escape from and had to prop up for himself. Only there would he be unable to utter any divinatory words, would he not be afraid of being abandoned by others, and would not hear the words from his closest relatives? words of condemnation.

"Don't let him go home, it's all up to the master's family, life or death is irrelevant."

"Shen Zhou..." Liu Chongming called softly, his heart was in a mess, he didn't know what kind of comfort he needed, but he felt that the shattered figure in front of him seemed to overlap with himself a few years ago.

Sitting in his elder brother's mourning hall, he almost went blind from crying, and they all advised him——Siren has passed away, and the mourning has changed.

——There are parents on the top, and younger brothers on the bottom. Don't mourn blindly.

——Since you have taken over the burden of your elder brother, you should also become sensible.

They are all right, but no one knows that the most difficult hurdle in his heart to overcome is himself.

He hated the quarrel between himself and his brother before leaving, hated that he didn't even see his brother off because of his willfulness, hated that he didn't go with his brother, hated that he didn't bring someone to meet his brother, hated himself for being helpless against the murderer.

Even though he knew that even if he was given another chance to start over, there was nothing he could do, but he still couldn't forgive himself.

No one said a word to him...

He suddenly tightened his arms, buried his head in his sweat-soaked hair, and whispered: "It's not your fault..."

The struggle in her arms stopped abruptly, and the throat that could only make gasps trembled, and the throat sound changed into a low whimper.

"It's not your fault." Liu Chongming murmured again, feeling that the choking in these words was someone else's.

They all need to reconcile with their past selves, and they all need a spell that can free them.

As if overlapping with the scene in the dream, they entangled in the darkness that avoided all eyes, and under the scraped and blurred flesh was the heartbeat that was about to go out.

Only by getting together can we get the temperature and live blood that continue to beat.

Liu Chongming relaxed the strength of his arm, scooped up the food again, and said softly: "It's not your fault that you are born with divination."

"They left you not because you were bad, but because they were wrong, not your fault."

"You have suffered for more than ten years, you don't deserve it."

His face sank in his hair, and he didn't know whether the delicate cool hair was covered with sweat or the cocoon he was trying to break free for himself. The spoon in his hand finally pried open his teeth with ease, and the sobbing was blocked by hunger.

"Listen to me, it's not your fault this time," he said softly, as if he had sunk into Qu Shenzhou's body, and what he was talking about now was the relief he had been looking forward to: "Changshui Town...is me. wrong."

"You did it for me, it has nothing to do with you, it's my fault."

"You shouldn't bear those lives. If they want to settle accounts, they come to me. It has nothing to do with you."

The person who had just reacted to the word "Changshui Town" fell limply, trembling in his arms.

"I will find your family, don't worry, I have a lot of people, a lot of money, and I will find them for you."

The food that usually needs to be fed was finally half a bowl shallow. Qu Chenzhou pushed away the spoon in front of him, vomited a mouthful, curled up, and pulled his clothes to cover his face.

Liu Chongming's heart that had been hanging high gradually fell down.

The government doctor said that it is good to have a different reaction from the past, so that people can slowly wake up.

"You see, when I grow up, I will leave home, and so will you." He hugged him horizontally, kicked the mess away: "When you grow up, you should also have a new home."

This time there was no biting or scratching with fangs and claws.

When he went out with someone in his arms, the moon was already in the sky, just like that day, someone was so resolute and firm, following him step by step, stepping on his tightly closed door with every step.

"We go home."