The paranoid milk dog is actually me

After lunch, Xie Xingzhi kept talking with Xie Anheng, and sent Zou Miaoxian back home with the excuse of studying hard.

Xie Xingzhi was not in a hurry to return to the shanty town, he stopped at a stationery store, lowered his head and asked, "Come in with me?"

"Okay." With only the two of them left, Xie Anheng was obviously much more at ease.

There was no one on the second floor of the stationery store and it was very quiet. Xie Xingzhi found a corner and asked, "Is there a lot you want to say to me?"

Xie Anheng stood there and looked at him, as if he didn't know how to speak, and looked a little at a loss.

Xie Xingzhi sighed secretly, and said, "I put the medicine in your schoolbag."

The child's eyelashes fluttered.

So Xie Xingzhi confessed again: "I also made the dinner."

"..."

Xie Xingzhi frowned, a little puzzled: "You don't have anything to ask?"

Xie Anheng quickly raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyes: "...why, why?"

"Ok?"

"Why are you so kind to me?" Xie Anheng's voice was as low as a mosquito buzzing, "Is it because you look at me pitifully? So you sympathize with me..."

Xie Anheng was taken aback for a moment, then felt sad again.

"Is this good for you?" He said dumbly, in a way that children can understand, "Then if I say that I still want to buy you beautiful clothes and a new schoolbag, I will let you go to the best school in the city and live in the best school in the city." The most luxurious villa, what is that?"

Xie Anheng didn't speak, but parted his lips slightly, as if he was startled.

"why?"

"No reason." Xie Xingzhi knelt down in front of him, raised his head and held the child's hand, "I just want to be nice to you."

Under Xie Anheng's flustered eyes, he slightly raised the corners of his lips: "I forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Xie Xingzhi." He came up with the words he had thought up, "It's your...brother."

This time Xie Anheng was completely stunned.

"I've been abroad for the past few years, and I just came back, and I just learned about your situation." Xie Xingzhi squeezed his fingers, "I'm afraid that if I appear in front of you rashly, you won't believe me."

"I'm also worried that giving you something so abruptly will make you feel annoying and think it's a charity."

Xie Anheng's eyes obviously flickered.

"But let me just leave you alone, I really can't do it." Xie Xingzhi frowned, remembering the miserable look he had when he saw the child at the school gate for the first time, "That's why I came up with such a stupid way. Secretly put something in your schoolbag."

He couldn't help laughing: "This method is really stupid, and you caught it right away."

"What?" Xie Anheng's ears were slightly red.

Xie Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you and Zou Miao call that boy to act?"

The little trick was exposed on the spot, Xie Anheng swallowed his throat.

"Don't be nervous, I don't blame you." Xie Xingzhi smiled, "The little girl has a lot of eyes, and she is quite smart in doing so, as long as she doesn't want to harm you."

If he hadn't been a good brother of Cen Xiangyang in his previous life, knowing what kind of guy he was, he might have been able to be frightened.

Xie Xingzhi felt his little finger move, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

"what happened?"

Xie Anheng shook his head, lowered his head: "No."

Xie Xingzhi looked at him for a while, then said in a warm voice: "Xie Anheng."

"It was my fault to put something in your bag without your consent, and I apologize."

Xie Anheng looked at him, his eyes widened.

Xie Xingzhi still wanted to finish what was in his heart. He didn't want the child to have a bad relationship with him: "But it's definitely not because I feel sorry for you, and I don't want to sympathize with you. If I sympathize with anyone, there are so many impoverished areas in the TV news that need relief Poor people, I can just donate the money to them."

He looked straight into Xie Anheng's eyes: "I am your brother, what I gave you is what you should have, there is no other reason."

Xie Xingzhi felt the intense emotional fluctuations in Xie Anheng's eyes, and the hand that was pinched by him seemed to want to be pulled out, and finally returned to calm.

He continued his efforts, approaching and brushing away Xie Anheng's forehead hair: "Actually, we met you when you were very young, but you don't remember."

Xie Anheng didn't move.

The young man's brows and eyes are gentle and peaceful, and he reveals his self-cultivation that has been polished and precipitated in every way. Even standing on this street will feel that he is defiled.Xie Anheng couldn't see that she had anything to do with him.

"Still don't believe me?" Xie Xingzhi thought that this body was exactly [-]% similar to his original one, so he resorted to his trump card and vainly touched Xie Anheng's eyebrows, "Your browbones are very deep, and so are mine."

The fingers turned to the end of the eyes and the tip of the nose: "It's a bit warped here, mine is the same as yours."

Finally, he moved his warm palm behind Xie Anheng's ear, and gently rubbed it: "You have a small mole here, on both sides, right?"

The child was shocked and grabbed his hand with a "snap".

Xie Xingzhi smiled: "Do you believe me?"

The child pursed his lips, his eyes visibly loosened.

Xie Xingzhi: "Then call me brother again and I will listen."

Xie Anheng: "..."

He licked his lips several times, and finally whispered: "...brother."

"Hey, good boy." Xie Xingzhi was overjoyed.

He was so cute when he was a child.

Xie Xingzhi couldn't hold back and asked him: "If I want you to come with me and leave here, would you be willing?"

Xie Anheng suddenly raised his head.

"... Forget it." We just met, and it seems a little too impatient. The child obviously doesn't fully trust him yet. The child looks good, but he knows how vigilant he is.

Xie Xingzhi stood up: "It's okay, let's go, let's go downstairs first, buy some stationery for you, and then send you home."

"and many more!"

The sleeve was grabbed, Xie Xingzhi turned his head.

Xie Anheng raised his head: "Xie Xingzhi...brother..."

He seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated when he met Xie Xingzhi's gaze.

Xie Xingzhi blinked at him, showing a listening expression.

"Tomorrow..." Xie Anheng's lips moved, "Can I still come to see you tomorrow?"

The young boy tugged at his sleeve, his eyes were anxious, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to blink.

"Of course." Xie Xingzhi couldn't see him showing such an expression, walked over and rubbed his head lightly, "I live in Fuxin Guest House, the one next to the school."

He added: "You bring your homework here, my room is very quiet, you can study in it."

When I was a child, every weekend was like hell. I had to face Xie father when I stayed at home, and I had to watch his face all the time, and I might be beaten at any time.

But he really needed a place where he could learn, so he had to be patient.

Be patient, and hope that time will pass faster, and pray that Father Xie is in a better mood today, every minute and every second is torture.

At that time, he dreamed that someone could take him in, even if it was only for a few hours.

Xie Xingzhi obviously felt that Xie Anheng's eyes lit up a lot.

"Thank you, brother." He loosened his grip on Xie Xingzhi's sleeve, "I will be very quiet and not disturb you."

This small appearance made Xie Xingzhi's heart tremble, he couldn't help but plucked Xie Anheng's short hair again, and said with a smile: "Good boy."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Xie Anheng returned home with a small box of milk.

Pushing open the door, the living room was filled with stench.

"Son?" Father Xie called him drunkenly, "Where did you go today? You haven't been here after waiting for you for a long time."

Father Xie put down the beer in his hand and patted the back of the chair: "Come here, I left some food for you, are you hungry?"

He turned sideways, revealing the crumbling wine bottle, a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks resting casually on the table, next to two plastic bags, which contained broken bones, mixed with some turbid soup, and broken pieces that could not be named. Meat and vermicelli.

Most of the smell in the house comes from there.

Xie Anheng turned around indifferently: "No, I'm not hungry."

Before Father Xie could react, he quickly entered and locked the room.

"Fuck, why are you running?" The door began to yell, "You unfamiliar little white-eyed wolf, do you think I am useless and despise you, right? Hmm?!"

With a bang, Father Xie kicked his door.

"Damn it, it's a shame to be with that bitch."

Xie Anheng clenched his clothes tightly, and waited for the sound of footsteps to fade away, then took out the bag hidden inside.

Those were the stationery and dinner Xie Xingzhi bought for him just now.

Xie Anheng climbed to the desk and closed the small window, and then drew the curtains to make sure no one would see it.

He opened the plastic bag and gently took out the small cake that he had carefully carried all the way.

It seemed to be called Black Forest Cake, and it looked a bit like the tiramisu he had eaten at noon, but it was something he had never imagined before.

Xie Anheng dug a small spoonful.

Very sweet, but not greasy.

The sweetness he had eaten this day seemed to make up for all the bitterness he had suffered.

Xie Anheng sipped his food, and moved the stationery on the table with his left hand.

New pens, a cartridge, and an eraser.

He has seen He Mingxu show off this kind of pen, it is amazing, it has special ink, and no trace can be seen after just applying it.

After eating the cake, Xie Anheng was reluctant to use new stationery, put them in his schoolbag, and continued to use his old water-based pen to write questions.

He took the jeweled cufflinks out from under the mattress and placed them directly under the small desk lamp.

The young boy buried his head at his desk, and the only sound in the room was the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

Outside the room, the TV was turned on very loudly, and Father Xie was sitting among the wine bottles watching the football game, and intermittently yelled violently.

Occasionally, the sound was too loud, which would interrupt Xie Anheng's train of thought. He turned his head and glanced at the door indifferently, before continuing to immerse himself in his homework.

The cufflinks lay quietly on the table, emitting a soft light blue halo against the light.