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Shen Qiyou's footsteps paused imperceptibly.

Gao Fang immediately sneered when he saw the stiff back, and when he was about to say something out loud, he felt that there was something wrong with him and he was a very stupid idiot.

For some reason, he wanted to know why the expression on his face became even uglier, and he rubbed his sore wrist and walked away cursing.

"Is the pain severe?"

Shen Qiyou hugged the person in his arms, the strength on his arms involuntarily tightened and asked softly.

"No...how terrible..." Song Yuan spoke intermittently, obviously still in severe pain.After all, cut and puncture wounds are different from ordinary wounds, not to mention that the wounds are mixed with residues of branches and leaves, which is naturally very painful.

Shen Qiyou didn't speak any more, and the speed on his feet became faster.

"Qi You, don't take Gao Fang's words to heart." Song Yuan was still in the state of burying his head in his arms, and the breath of his words brushed against Shen Qiyou's chest, warm and warm, with a hint of There is little moisture.

The tall boy paused indistinctly again, and then asked: "Did you hear that?" He used a statement tone, and Song Yuan nodded in the next second, and because of his posture, his chin rubbed against his arms. several times.

"I..." Shen Qiyou wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to say it. After all, what Gao Fang said was the truth, and he couldn't even cheat Song Yuan, let alone deceive him.

He looked down at the eyelashes of the boy in his arms who kept blinking, and finally chose to remain silent.

He thought that Song Yuan might already know what he was thinking.

But the answer the boy gave him was not to take it to heart.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, we must be best friends."

Song Yuan's words were taken for granted, he didn't hear them very clearly, he only vaguely heard something like "Why didn't you consider him a friend", and freely understood that Gao Fang was trying to sow discord and sow discord between them .

"I know."

Shen Qiyou paused before saying, "What do you know?" Song Yuan was a little surprised, and repeated it again, but unexpectedly the other party said, "You don't know."

"you do not know any think."

"I know..." Song Yuan retorted in a low voice but stopped in the middle of the sentence, because he gradually realized that what he and Shen Qiyou were talking about seemed to be two things, he slightly pursed his lips, and wanted to ask the other party What exactly did he mean, but he was sensitive enough to know that he probably wouldn't say it.

"Ok."

"Then I don't know."

Song Yuan's voice was very soft, and one hand wrapped around Shen Qiyou gently patted his back, as if smoothing his hair.

Shen Qiyou's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly said: "Then do you want to know?"

Song Yuan's eyes sparkled: "I think so, will you tell me then?"

Shen Qiyou's expression was light: "No."

Song Yuan: "..."

He should have known this was the result.

It is now approaching evening, and the afterglow of the sun is gradually dissipating, but the summer heat has not dissipated.Shen Qiyou's breathing was fairly steady, but there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. After all, even though Song Yuan was light in weight, he was still a big boy of 178. He walked for so long on the rugged mountain road with his arms in his arms. It's a physical test.

Song Yuan moved his body, "Shen Qiyou, it's okay, it doesn't hurt so much, you can put me down now."

He didn't intend to let people hug him all the way back, after all, it's really shameful to be hugged by a princess. If the object is Shen Qiyou, the feeling will be even worse. He didn't say before that he wanted to give this person a smooth ride.

He thought for a while and found another reason: "You are too tired like this."

"I am not tired."

Song Yuan pointed to the sweat on his forehead: "Stop lying, you must be tired, I'm so heavy."

"Not tired." The boy's voice carried a hint of stubbornness.

Song Yuan had no choice but to take out his trump card, and called the other party's name in a low voice. He knew that this person could not do anything to him.

Sure enough, Shen Qiyou put the boy down in the next second.

"Can you stand still?"

"can."

Song Yuan took a breath in a low voice, and looked forward that there was not much to go. The wound on his leg had passed the most painful stage, but the blunt pain was also very painful.

Shen Qiyou didn't force him any more, and after supporting the boy for a while, he said abruptly: "I'm really not tired, even... I won't be tired if I climb up and run around with you in my arms."

"I have good physical strength."

Song Yuan was dumbfounded for a moment, and then laughed out loud. He felt that his legs didn't hurt for a moment, and his mind was occupied by the serious people at the moment.

Why is Shen Qiyou so cute, like a primary school student who loves to show off.

"Remember what I said?"

"So serious? Xiao Shen."

"Okay, I was wrong, you are not tired, after all, our classmate Shen can pick me up and run around."

"If you don't believe it, you can try it." Shen Qiyou said lightly, but there was no sign of joking on his face.

Song Yuan stared at him blankly, inexplicably feeling that if he said something he didn't believe, the other party might really pick him up and run around.

"I believe it."

He said something in a low voice, and when he raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes were filled with small smiles, and his voice was extraordinarily soft with a trace of reproach: "Why are you so naive? Like a child."

Shen Qiyou lowered his eyes and looked at the water mist in the boy's bent eyes because of the pain, and said word by word: "Do you think I'm naive?"

"Childish."

Song Yuan's voice was full of smiles: "Young, immature, ghost."

"Now the childish ghost is coming to carry you."

Because of the special environment, there is a small emergency medicine box in each small tent. Song Yuan prayed specially the day before he came here that he and Shen Qiyou had better not use the things inside.

I didn't expect to use it on the first day.

Shen Qiyou held the cotton ball and the alcohol iodine for disinfection in his hand, kneeling on the ground in a half-kneeling posture. He first cleaned the skin around the wound with the cotton ball soaked in alcohol. As soon as the cold touch touched Song Yuan He pursed his lips slightly, blocking the gasp that blurted out.

He pressed his leg with one hand, afraid that he would hide when the time came. In his opinion, the alcohol disinfection was more painful than when it was scratched in the first place.

"I will be careful."

"It will be fine in a while."

Shen Qiyou looked serious, trying not to let himself see the expression on Song Yuan's face at the moment, after cleaning up the surrounding skin, he changed to another cotton ball and said in a low voice: "Tell me if the pain is severe."

Song Yuan grunted and pressed his lips tightly.

In the next second, there was a piercing pain in his leg, and the wound seemed to be burned. He felt the overly sensitive pain nerve in his head twitching, unscrupulously showing its presence.

Song Yuan pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and used two hands to hold down his calf, fearing that if he couldn't control it, it would hurt even more.

After Shen Qiyou finally treated the wound, the calf under his hand was still shaking and trembling slightly.He raised his eyes and saw that Song Yuan's face was covered with a layer of sweat from the pain, his eyes were watery, and there were tears like clear springs in his eyes.

If you want to fall, you will be desperately held in your eyes by the master.

Shen Qiyou frowned.

He had seen the boy crying loudly in his arms, but the scene of holding back his tears at this moment made him feel extremely glaring.

He shouldn't and needn't.

"Is it still hurting?"

Song Yuan waited for a while until the crying in his voice became less obvious, and then said: "It doesn't hurt much."

Shen Qiyou's eyes darkened and he was silent for a long time: "Tell the truth."

How could a person who would cry in pain when he was burned by food, not in pain now.

Song Yuan paused before saying: "I didn't mean to lie to you, I just... I just..." He wanted to say that he was just used to it, and he was used to subconsciously saying it didn't hurt when people seriously asked him if it hurt.

"It hurts."

"It hurts."

Song Yuan thought, if this person asked him, he could say it hurts.

"If it hurts so much, why don't you cry? Why...you have to suppress it like this?" After speaking, Shen Qiyou lightly touched the boy's tearful eye sockets with his fingertips, squeezed a little, and big tears came out It fell into his hands.He finally said what he had wanted to say for a long time.

"Song Yuan, if it hurts, you can cry."

"You can shed your tears."

The young man seemed to be shocked by Shen Qiyou's actions and words, he didn't say a word for a long time, he just stared blankly at the person, but the tears flowed down uncontrollably, pitifully like a bird Injured animal pups.

"Shen Qiyou, can I cry?" Song Yuan wiped his face and found that the tears on it were endless, so he simply gave up and let it flow like this.

After he said this, he thought of the ridicule in his memory, and the old woman with a stern face. She looked at the kneeling young him from above, and said indifferent and harsh words in the midnight dream. The sound echoed in his ears, tormenting him every night without light, and becoming the source of his fear.

She said, don't let her see him shed another tear.Song Yuan paid a terrible price for this sentence, so that after escaping from that nightmare, he even cried desperately to suppress himself.

Tears must not be shed, for that would be direly punished.

Song Yuan came back to his senses from the memories, stared blankly at Shen Qiyou for a long time, and then thought of a question that he had never thought of before.

A ridiculous idea.

Did he really regard the person in front of him as his Mr. Gu?He didn't know why he had this question, but this sudden idea kept lingering in his mind.

He was crying in front of Gu Nian'an, he didn't need to suppress himself, he could squander those useless tears when the pain was unbearable, but why did he suppress it for so long in front of Shen Qiyou.

"You can cry, you can always cry in front of me."

Just this one sentence dispelled all of Song Yuan's doubts and worries, and he even felt a sense of grievance. He put his arms around the young man's flexible waist, buried his face in his arms, and dropped a string of grievances. String of tears.

"sorry."

Shen Qiyou's whole body was stiff and his ears were red, and his posture was not very skilled. He gently patted his trembling back with his hand, "Why did you say this suddenly?"

"Because we didn't trust us, Mr. Shen."

"Never again."

"I won't suppress myself in front of you anymore."

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