strayed into the world

Entering the master bedroom for the first time, Qing Che had no time to patronize, and did not dare to presumptuously.I was afraid that I would provoke the man to scold me again, but this bedroom was so big that Qing Che had no idea where the bathroom was.Looking around, the dazed and blurred eyes finally met those careless eagle eyes, the other party slightly squinted his eyes, raised his chin,

"There."

"Yes."

Quan Ce simply sat on the big bed, admiring the child's trembling behavior, as if walking on thin ice.Every move is cautious, carefully pushing the door open, and stepping in carefully, through the frosted glass door, you can see a slender and blurry figure.

The sound of rushing water was the only sound in the room, like an endless elegy.The beautiful image on the glass is so faintly frozen on the scroll, like a freehand brushwork in fresh water.Seeing him squatting down slowly, half of his body was bent down, as if he was testing the temperature of the water.Quan Ce suddenly remembered something, got up and walked out the door to stop a servant and told him to bring the medicine box up.

Waiting for Qing Che to come out of the bathroom, with the medicine box on the table, Quan Ce asked him abruptly,

"Know how to do it."

"what?"

"Knee." He was really speechless about Xia Qingche's slow-moving strategy, and added in a more serious tone, "I don't want to raise a cripple at home."

"...I see, young master." He almost mistakenly thought that Quan Ce was caring for him, but his hope was abruptly extinguished by his next words... He just didn't want him to be a burden to him... The pain in his heart The injury on the knee is a hundred times stronger...

"I'll finish it before I finish washing." After finishing speaking, Quan Ce retracted his eyes to avoid the misty black eyes... Picked up the clothes and walked into the bathroom... Without looking back...

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The resigned answer was still left unsaid in the end.Qingche hugged the medicine box and sat down on the floor in front of the French windows. He bent his legs, rolled up his trousers to reveal his red and swollen knees, and dipped a cotton swab in iodine. pass on...

In the past three years, he has always been used to licking and wiping his wounds alone, and he is used to curling himself up into a ball, just like someone told him before, [When you are wronged, the best way is to curl up into a ball.In this way, the surface area of ​​the person is smaller, and the grievances suffered can also be reduced]... At that time, the purely joking words in his eyes did not expect to become a life-saving grass now, shrinking himself into a ball... This posture becomes a habit if you do it too much ...I'm used to it, but every time I feel sad...so sad that I want to cry...

The choking and tingling of chest churning were forced into the inside of the body.Like a violent meteorite impact on the moon, or the explosion of a red mushroom cloud, after being blocked by a vacuum, everything is silent and empty.

One drop... two drops... let the tears fall down and slide down the cold skin mixed with the medicine and soaked in the blood...Qingche bit her finger to keep herself from making a sound, letting the tears that burst the embankment continue to flow down His cheeks slipped... At this moment, the man who had already come out of the bathroom walked behind him at some point, silently stared at the trembling figure, and walked towards him...

Until he stopped beside him, looking down at the little man sitting on the ground, the voice was still deep, as if it came from the underworld, and seemed to be soaked in a few rays of sunshine, swaying in the room half cold and half warm,

"Does it hurt?"

...shaking my head...

"Then why are you crying..."

Quickly wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, sneered at his nose, suppressed his sobs, and spoke in a particularly strong nasal voice, "No, it's nothing..."

Quan Ce squatted down, grabbed the slender wrist to prevent him from moving, there was a slight wrinkle between his brows, "Since it's nothing, why are you crying!" Quan Ce felt a little regretful when he said this. His face was covered with crystal clear and shattered liquid, which was constantly soaking his fair skin. After being scolded by himself, he became more and more unscrupulous... He was a little moved... let go of the hands that bound him... and fell to the soft hair superior,

"It really hurts that much?"

...The gentle touch made Qingche tremble slightly...I really felt the warmth of the man's palm.It's always like this... Giving him hope when he's on the verge of breaking down... What the hell is he doing to him... Doesn't he understand?Those pains were all given to him by him, and those poor greeds were also given to him by him... He made him despair and gave him hope...

When a beast is injured, it can run to a cave to hide, and then lick the wound by itself, and insist on it, but once it is greeted with care, it can't bear it

The tearful face in front of him reminded Quan Ce of the child curled up in his arms when he had a stomachache that night... I had never noticed that he had so many tears before, and he couldn't stop no matter how much he burst into tears... The tears were puffing and puffing It rolled down and melted into the back of the hand, it was hot.

"It hurts, just say it." Ever since seeing his mother die in front of his eyes, Quan Ce has never shed a tear.He hates cowardly people, tears, and everything with emotion.In his world, there is only strength, only indifference, and only endless hatred... However, at this moment, he actually overturned everything because of that tear.For a split second, he allowed him to cry, plead, even hysterical in his impenetrable world.

"I won't scold you, and I won't be angry."

In this second, he tried his best to accept his sadness and pain, even though he would be powerless in the countless seconds after that...