Laid-off guide is a cat wife

During the days when he met strange men in the small black room, Miao Xunde guarded his little secret carefully.

In fact, he was sold to more than one family.

During the days when he does not go to Rong's house, he will be sent to a standing minister to receive whipping.In a beautiful name, it disciplines and guides the immature sentinels for the Semitic people.

Miao Xun knew that it was just an excuse to vent his anger.Because the person who beat him once said excitedly: "What can be more pleasant than branding marks on the growing sprouts!"

Fortunately, on the second day after being beaten, the man in the small black room would not force him to take off his shirt, nor would he do other bad things.

Although compared to whipping, the process of being stretched and expanding brain circuits is bad enough——

"Hmm!..." Miao Xun lowered his head, and his fingertips dug deeply into the edge of the wooden table.

This is the fourth time here.

He has gradually adapted to high-intensity mental oppression, and has learned to clench his teeth quickly when mental power invades.

The man's gentle voice echoed in the room, often encouraging and praising him.

"You learn quickly. Your brain capacity is large, and your mental endurance threshold is quite good among your peers."

"Hmm..." Miao Xun couldn't help moaning softly.

"Is your head hurting? I'm sorry to make you suffer so much."

While apologizing sincerely and gently, he held him down unquestionably, pushing his mental power deep into his consciousness.

As if the shield machine was pressing and digging deep in the blood vessels of the brain, Miao Xun's eyes were dark, and the strong consciousness that he could not resist invaded like a tide, as if flooding his mouth and nose, he was deeply gripped by fear and anxiety, and screamed in pain: " ah!!--"

The other party paused, and asked softly in his ear: "Why don't you come here today?"

Miao Xun was confused, grabbed the man's clothes, and asked weakly, "How much more?"

"It's a little bit worse."

A young sentinel who has never been on a battlefield, and who has never been baptized by gunfire, has a very immature brain and spirit.

Xue Fang regards treating his mental escape as a job, but he doesn't want to rush it.

It's not good to leave any psychological shadow on others.

No... probably already.

It is not uncommon to have a fear of "guide" and be unable to accept spiritual counseling as an adult.

Or else... do some other intervention.

Xue Fang thought about it, completely unaware that he had already "used indiscriminately" from the beginning.At the beginning, you will think about the other person's feelings in another way.

The blindfolded boy took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "Go on."

Xue Fang was a little surprised. "Then try two more times. I hope you can last for 5 minutes this time." He didn't refuse, quietly pressed the timer and put it aside.

The young man leaned slightly, meekly waiting for the guide's spiritual power to re-enter his mind.

……

"It's a pretty big improvement, from 3 minutes to 5 minutes. Your endurance strength and flexibility have improved a lot, and you did a great job today."

The tone is like coaxing a child.

Miao Xun clenched his fingers secretly.After the praise, a "reward" is usually given.His heart was pounding, waiting for the other person to hug him.

He didn't realize that his expectations were like a child who had an injection, and he only wanted to eat that sugar pill.

"You broke out in a lot of cold sweat, take a nap before going to school."

After speaking of concern, the man turned and left without hugging him.

The young man who was sitting on the table in a daze suddenly became short of breath, "Ah..." as if crying out in pain.

Xue Fang turned sideways and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"...I, I..." Miao Xun was overwhelmed by the huge loss, and the tip of his nose was filled with soreness, "I don't want to go to school."

Xue Fang thought for a while, and agreed: "You can stay here in the afternoon. Besides, I want to ask your opinion on one thing."

"what……"

"How about chatting with the psychiatrist every time after you finish with me?"

Miao Xun suddenly had trouble breathing, "I don't want it!"

Why do you need a psychiatrist? Do you think there is something wrong with him? ... The problem is not with him at all, how could he bully others and throw the blame on him!

"Okay, then stay and rest for a while."

The other party didn't insist, and still had a gentle attitude, as if he was easy to talk to.But Miao Xun knew that in this sentence, "take a break" is an unquestionable order.

Ten minutes after the man left, Miao Xun was taken outside by the servant.The servant brought a brand new quilt and spread it beside him.

Miao Xun ate his meal bite by bite, looking at the lush miniature landscape in the courtyard.Not long after, it began to rain outside.The house is on the top of the hill, surrounded by clouds and rain all the year round, with abundant water vapor.

He sat in front of the porch with his knees hugged, and the young maid put the soft pajamas beside him, "Master Miao will catch cold if he sits here."

"I, I'm not young, young master." Miao Xun said with his chin resting on his knees.

The maid said with a smile, "Young master ordered us to shout that, and he said it was kinder."

This "young master" of course refers to the man in the little black room.

In addition to enduring the expansion of the spirit, the arrangements here are appropriate in every way, and after a little guessing, it is known that it is the private care of the "eldest young master".

Miao Xun avoided his gaze, "Yes, that's right. Young master...is he an uncle?"

"Uncle?" The maid laughed, "The young master is not an uncle, he is a young talent, handsome and gentle, have you never seen him?"

Miao Xun fell silent.

In the pattering rain curtain on the other side of the corridor, a figure stood vaguely.

Xue Fang was puzzled when he heard this conversation.It turned out that the child was really bad at speaking, he stumbled when talking to anyone, not just because he was afraid of him.

He felt much better immediately.

The maid walked over slowly and softly, and when she saw Xue Fang, she quickly bowed and shouted, "Master."

"You don't need to come here in the afternoon."

"Ok."

The maid thoughtfully closed the door to the courtyard.

In order not to affect the mood of the little sentinel, Xue Fang has always avoided showing up afterwards.

But today... the fine rainwater poured into the corridor, and the wooden floor was stained with dark water stains. He walked all the way close to the wall. The bowstring that was torn apart was tense with a "hum".

Taking advantage of the gloomy sky, Xue Fang glanced at the young man. He had a cat-like appearance, a highland alien silhouette and skin color that were incompatible with the people in the circle, and his neck and wrists were slender. A proverb from a distant star:

——The sour and half-ripe crispy peach is the most suitable for teeth grinding.

"who are you?"

The boy's eyes were turbulent.

Xue Fang was about to answer, but the boy interrupted tightly: "Yes, is it the psychiatrist who came to treat me? No, can I pay you more and stay with me for a while."

After finishing speaking, Miao Xun squeezed his palms and looked at him, waiting for a reply.

Xue Anxin's head was gently pulled, sourly, making people feel soft and unbearable.

"No need to pay," Xue Fang brought him into the house, "I'm here with you, it doesn't matter if you don't want to talk."

The man knelt aside, carefully lifted the quilt and let Miao Xun lie down.

Miao Xun grabbed the side of the quilt, staring blankly at his handsome profile, and there was a small wave in his heart.

Why are you here again?

Don't you want to see him?

So many times, he never said no, just refused to take off his blindfold to show him.

But he recognized each other at first sight.

Miao Xun turned around, turned his back to Xue Fang, stumbled and asked, "Will you, will, come again in the future?"

"Do you want me to come?"

"..."

Understanding that the young man was shy to answer, Xue Fang told him: "There will be more."

Miao Xun didn't understand why he did that, pretending he didn't know the man.But he subconsciously felt that it might be better not to pierce the window paper, because...

"Can you, can you give me a hug?"

There was silence behind him.

Miao Xun's eyes were a little hot, he was not a child, and he needed to bear embarrassing shame to make such a request.His head was lowered to his chest, buried in the quilt, "Hold me. I'm in pain."

A soft sigh, followed by today's "absent" hug.

This is a despicable method.Use the other person's guilt and sympathy for a little comfort.Miao Xun despises himself, but even if he doesn't admit it, he really yearns for that bit of warmth, which is ridiculous and sad——

The care he wanted was actually drawn from the strange man who bought and used him.

Something is better than nothing.

Miao Xun secretly wiped his eyes.

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Tues., Thurs. and Sat. start to become days to look forward to.

Miao Xun's getting along with the "doctor guide" progressed much faster than with the "little black house villain".

Perhaps it was because there was an imaginable face in the dark field of vision when he was mentally robbed, Miao Xun felt that the process of being used was not so difficult.

Hold on for a while, hold on for a while...you can eat and chat with the guide when you go out.

"Guide doctor" is a refined and considerate man.Gentle and caring, he speaks and does things appropriately, Miao Xun likes him coming.

Miao Xun stuttered a little.

Ever since he was a child, he has been met with strange looks and ridiculed by his classmates, and he has become withdrawn and silent over time.

When the deceased mother decided to leave, Miao Xun begged to go with her, but the other party said with a complicated expression: "I can't show him such an incomplete work."

She said he was a "work", a broken work, which fit the crazy nature of the artist mother.

Miao Xun expressed his understanding.

He stayed and spent his childhood and youth alone, hoping that the woman would remember him and come back to see him one day, but what he waited for was nothing more than news of his death.

It is said that he died of illness, died in the arms of his lover, and passed away peacefully, without any souvenirs.

Miao Xun comforted herself, maybe she thought of herself before she died, but it was too late to ask him to go to the hospital bed to have a look.

Later, he heard from Gou Yun that his mother adopted a child there, and someone took care of him at the bedside.

Miao Xun: "Oh, that's pretty good."

No one came to comfort him after that.

At the funeral, he still shed tears for the woman.

Although she was not a good mother, she was probably the only one in the world who would patiently listen to what he stammered.

"The Guide Doctor" too.Sometimes he can't speak clearly, and the other party never interrupts him to continue the conversation, nor does he lose patience.I will wait for him to speak clearly word by word, and then give a gentle reply.

If only the "doctor guide" had always been the "doctor guide".He could pretend that the man who was apologizing and oppressing him ruthlessly in the small black room didn't exist.

One Thursday, before going to school, Miao Xun asked: "I return today, can I return?"

Xue Fang's black eyes turned to him, and asked earnestly, "You don't want to go home?"

"It's not..." He didn't want to go to the Registrar and get beaten.

"I'll contact Gou Yun, and I'll get back to you later."

Did not agree immediately.

When Miao Xun went to school, he had to check the terminal message in 10 minutes. He didn't press the power button until he saw the aircraft at the door coming to pick him up as usual, and walked up with a blank expression.

It doesn't matter.It's just that I suffer from psychosis for three hours, go home to sleep at night, spend a day at school tomorrow, and go to the guide's house again on Saturday.

During the process of being whipped, he thought over and over in this way.

Three hours later, he was left on the side of the road in a bloody mess.

He touched the bus card in his pocket, fastened his coat, hummed a song and waited for the public empty train to arrive at the station without feeling.

Fortunately, this is an area for ordinary people, there is no sentinel with a sharp nose, his skin is not white, and no one can see that he is bleeding.

During the evening rush hour, Miao Xun was pushed to a corner due to crowds of people.Bored and chewing bubble gum, he opened the terminal, and more than ten messages popped up, and more than 20 missed communications.

Miao Xun turned faster and faster one by one, ah, it's all... all his!

Going back to the communication, it was connected with just a beep, and the voice was still stable and hoarse: "Where have you been? Did you go out with your classmates? I sent you a message. I talked to Gou Yun, what do you have left this month?" Stay with me all the time, okay?"

Obviously everything has been arranged, but I still have to ask "Is it okay" stubbornly.

Miao Xun bit his lip, lowered his head and replied in a low voice, "Okay..."

"What's wrong with you, the voice is not right."

"No, nothing." In fact, he was very happy, so happy that he wanted to get out of the car and run over immediately.

"I'm going to pick you up now."

"No need!" Miao Xun suddenly remembered the injury on his back, and refused in panic.

"Send me the location."

"...I'll go there by myself later."

"position."

"You are so stubborn...Okay, okay, I will send it to you later." He had to find a pharmacy to buy some wound medicine and apply it quickly.

"No need." The guide of the small black house said coldly over there, "The location has been found. Take the bag and wait at the door."

Miao Xun: "???!!!"

Three minutes later, the air-rail train that had not arrived at the station suddenly stopped slowly, the door of the car opened in the air, and the aircraft outside docked into the door. Enter."

Miao Xun was holding his schoolbag, and together with other ordinary passengers, he watched the handsome and elegant young man walk into the carriage with dumbfounded eyes.

"I'm sorry to delay everyone's travel time. The juniors in the family need to be taken care of. I'll pick them up. I'll pay the fare for this time and the next time."

Xue Fang turned his gaze around, stopped at Miao Xun's stunned face, suddenly smiled, and waved to him gently: "Come to me."

Use the privilege to stop the public track, just to receive him early and confirm his situation.

If this is the treatment of "healing and health care products", Miao Xun is very happy to be his spiritual container.

Even if it is worn out, it's okay.

The honey-colored kitten ran into Xue Fang's arms.

The man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked teasingly, "You won't call me a doctor guide now?"

The window paper was torn.

Miao Xun blushed and stammered, "Xiang, guide...young master."