Qiuchi silent

Summary: He bit his palm, but couldn't cry out in the end.

Xie Qiuchi cleaned himself up, then sent the video to the owner, hesitated for a while, and went out without reporting.

A few days ago, he contacted an old artist he knew, and asked him to help him sculpt something with the cheek.

The old man frowned looking at the shells he brought: "It can't be carved."

He pointed to Xie Qiuchi with a magnifying glass: "There is a crack here, and it is ugly to carve."

The shell is really too small, a small crack will kill, Xie Qiuchi felt very distressed when he looked at it - it was something he managed to get from his master when he was in Beihai, and he became a family dog ​​on the same day .

The shell was very different to him.

"Old Li..." He hesitated for a while, "It doesn't have to be too beautiful, I just want to..."

Li Zhiping deliberately lowered his face: "You don't need to carve well, why do you want me?"

Seeing that Xie Qiuchi's face showed a little panic of saying the wrong thing, he smiled: "Little boy, are you talking about friends? Want to abduct a token of love from the old man?"

"No," Xie Qiuchi hastily denied, "It's just a friend's birthday."

"Ordinary friend, you put so much effort into it, and even promised this copybook to the old man."

Li Zhiping's granddaughter saw a cursive script written by Xie Qiuchi in a calligraphy competition at her grandfather's place, and she liked it very much. She pestered her grandfather to find out who wrote it. Xie Qiuchi got in touch.

Li Yiyi is a lively little girl. Seeing that handwriting was released, she thought it was very satisfying. Unfortunately, she was disappointed when she saw the people—everyone said that the handwriting was like her own, but it turned out that the person who wrote such smooth handwriting was boring. I can't believe it.

But you don't have to like hens to make eggs delicious.Li Yiyi was obsessed with calligraphy, and with Xie Qiuchi's consent, she asked for the calligraphy and put it in the room for a second look.

So this time Xie Qiuchi asked him to carve something, so he asked for a copybook for his granddaughter.

Xie Qiuchi shook his head: "It's nothing, he treats me better."

Li Zhiping held up his glasses: "Young man."

The gaze behind the lens was a little relieved. He didn't have a deep relationship with Xie Qiuchi, but he got to know him a little bit after going back and forth.This doll doesn't have the vigor of a young man, and now that she's back, she can barely see a little youthfulness, and she's also made a close friend, which is always good.

He turned the shell over and over for a long time, and finally let go: "What do you want to carve?"

"Pitbull." Xie Qiuchi was both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly said the answer he had thought of long ago.

"dog?"

Xie Qiuchi nodded, subconsciously covering up: "He... likes keeping dogs."

"Oh, young people nowadays like to raise dogs as sons and daughters." When the water boiled, Li Zhiping put the shells on the workbench, intending to pour tea for Xie Qiuchi.

"I'll do it." Xie Qiuchi's face became a little hot at the old man's unintentional words, and he lowered his eyebrows to take the teapot and pour Li Zhiping a cup first.

The honey-colored tea soup and the lingering sweet aroma made people feel a little more relaxed. Xie Qiuchi handed over the tea respectfully and thanked him solemnly.

Li Zhiping waved his hand: "It's a small matter, I'll get it later."

"That crack..."

"Old man, I just want to scare you," Li Zhiping laughed, "I promise to hide it for you so tightly that you can't even see it with a microscope."

The old man was very confident. When Xie Qiuchi got the small shell again, the pitbull was so lifelike that his hair seemed to float up. The small cracks were hidden in the houndstooth pattern, which not only did not damage the beauty, but was natural.

He carefully put the shell in the small box he carefully selected, and he couldn't help smiling when he walked out the door facing the rare sun.

The good mood lasted until the evening class. He came very early, and there was no one in the classroom, so he took out the small box and looked at it over and over again. Suddenly, someone asked at the door: "What are you looking at?"

The familiar voice made him shudder, Xie Qiuchi subconsciously hid the box, and turned to look at him with a cold expression.

Xiao Qing joked: "Why are you so guarded against me?"

Since Mu Zhe helped him get ahead, Xiao Qing never came to trouble him again. This time he appeared suddenly, obviously the visitor was not kind, Xie Qiuchi looked at him and said nothing.

"Let's go out and chat." Xiao Qing said.

"It's almost time for class."

"Okay," Xiao chuckled, walked over and sat down next to him, "It's not the same if someone supports you, so let's talk after you finish class."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back in the chair, took out his mobile phone, clicked a few times, and threw it on the table.

Xie Qiuchi saw the picture above clearly, his face changed suddenly, and he wanted to get his phone.Xiao Qing picked up the mobile phone first, and he raised his eyebrows at Xie Qiuchi by stepping on the table: "What's the matter, it's not polite to take someone else's mobile phone."

"..." Xie Qiuchi clenched his fists, hiding his trembling fingers, "Go out and talk."

"How about that, don't you want to go to class?"

"Go out and talk." Xie Qiuchi said it again, and quickly picked up the books on the table.

When he stood up, Xiao Qing was still sitting still, looking at him: "It's a bit quick to change your mind."

"Xiao Qing," Xie Qiuchi closed his eyes, "Just tell me what you need to do to get out."

"Not much, I just think you don't have a good memory, and you forget what you should do when you have a backstage. I have been waiting for you for several months. Since you didn't come to me, I am planning to show them to everyone for appreciation recently. Just a moment," Xiao Qing touched his slapped face, gritted his teeth, "especially that... the one named Mu Zhe."

"It has nothing to do with him." Xie Qiuchi squeezed the book tightly.

"It's enough that he has something to do with you." After Xiao Qing finished speaking, just as people began to come in one after another, he finally got up and walked out as if he had teased him enough, and Xie Qiuchi followed behind him anxiously.

Not long after the sun set, the sky couldn't wait to get dark, Xiao Qing found a secluded corner, Xie Qiuchi looked at his expression, and felt chills in his heart.

"Are you curious, where did I get the photos?"

"……from where?"

"Of course it's from your old customer. It took me a long time to think about it, and I asked that old ghost several times, and he really kept it." Xiao Qing's face was gloomy, "One and two of you Yes, it's disgusting."

"I'd also like to thank your good friend. If he hadn't intervened, I wouldn't need to look for this kind of thing. What can you do if you obediently let me hit you a few times, right?"

After being warned by Mu Zhe, Xiao Qing didn't dare to act rashly - he was a fool in the Tao, and he had heard of Mu Zhizhang's name, but he didn't expect Xie Qiuchi's newly hugged thigh to have such a strong background.

He threatened Xie Qiuchi before, but he had nothing but stories in his hands, but this time he got something good. Even if it was a bit risky, he didn't want to make Xie Qiuchi feel better.

"How about, find your little lover to threaten me again," Xiao Qing raised his phone, "Speaking of which, do you dare to find him, bitch."

Maybe it was because his tone was too harsh, Xie Qiuchi closed his eyes involuntarily: "I was forced at that time, Xiao Qing, you can't..."

"Fart your mother!" Xiao Qing kicked him on the leg and kicked him down, "Then why don't you die! Why didn't you commit suicide! You should be damned!"

He pulled his hair and forced him to look up: "You were forced?! Was your mother whore forced too?! Was your son of a bitch who only saw money forced too?!"

"Don't get involved with my mother!"

"Your mother is not a bitch? Did I say something wrong? At that time, no one in the whole street knew what she was doing! How did you raise a little bitch like you without being a bitch?" Xiao Qing choked him neck.

Explanations are futile, Xie Qiuchi struggled to speak out: "The photo..."

"Want a photo?" Xiao lightly pressed his head and bumped it to the ground before letting go of his hand and standing up, "I have a lot of them, I'll give them all to you."

He pulls out a stack of printouts and throws them at him.

Without exception, all of them were Xie Qiuchi, Xie Qiuchi who was about ten years old at most.

Some were naked and kneeling on the ground with their eyes covered.Some had welts on their bodies, and they were holding something in their hands, crouching like ostriches.Some were handcuffed to the bed with their legs spread wide.

When Xie Qiuchi went to pick it up, he picked up an overturned one. In the photo, the boy was in pain, being held down by a man who couldn't see his face, and his legs were rubbed red.

His hands were shaking so badly that he could barely hold the photo he picked up, and dropped it again, scattered all over the floor.He hurriedly knelt down and gathered them together and grabbed them randomly.

Xiao Qing stood there watching for a while, then kicked him again and threw him on the pile of photos, pouted: "I'll find you when I have time, be quiet."

"What are you going to do to let me go?"

"I've said it's not good." Xiao clapped his hands lightly, as if he felt disgusted after taking those photos, "As long as I think of your existence in the world, I feel uncomfortable, and I feel happy seeing you suffer. No Showing these things to everyone is my last act of kindness, so don't go too far."

The sound of footsteps slowly disappeared, and Xie Qiuchi leaned down to gather himself up as if he lost his strength.

Hot tears stained the cold photo paper, he bit his palm, but he couldn't cry out in the end.

Remarks: I feel a little uncomfortable writing this chapter, and I can’t write any more. Every time I abuse my son or daughter, I wish nothing happened.