squeamish bag he was reborn

When Song Yuan arrived at the place, the person standing upright was almost drenched into a snowman.

It didn't know when the snow would fall again, and the bridge that was bustling not long ago had only a few scattered people, and Shen Qiyou just stood there alone.

The tall and thin back almost blends in with the surroundings.

Song Yuan's anxious heart immediately picked up again.

He stopped on the spot and didn't call for someone, but raised his head slightly to relieve the uncontrollable sourness in his eyes before walking to the person's side after a while.

"Shen Qiyou."

"You didn't come to build me a snowman because you wanted to drench yourself into a...snowman?"

Song Yuan's voice was still unavoidably choked with sobs.

He remembered what Qin Mian told him, those truths that had been covered up for more than ten years, after being exposed in such a naked way, Shen Qiyou was not the only one who hurt.

But he was the one who was kept in the dark from the beginning to the end, and even those clear emotions became a sad emptiness.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Qiyou stiffened unconsciously, turned around and remained silent without a word, as if returning to the time when he first met Song Yuan.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. The boy's face was frozen red, his eyes were still watery, his nose was also red, the hood on his head fell off at some point, and his hair fell down. There was a lot of snow, and then it turned into water and wet the hair on the forehead.

Like a poor wet rabbit.

"sorry."

"The agreement was not kept."

He said in a low voice, and put the hat back on the young man neatly with his hands, and made a knot with the rope underneath, so that Song Yuan's small face was tightly wrapped, only the facial features were exposed.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Yuan pursed his lips and almost couldn't hold back his tears. He lowered his head and sniffed before raising his eyes to look at the person: "It doesn't hurt."

Shen Qiyou didn't speak and saw Song Yuan's hands out of the corner of his eye. Those hands, which had to wear thick gloves all winter when going out, were now bare and red and swollen from the cold.

How could it not hurt.

Such a person who is afraid of pain and the dark.

But he came to him alone.

While Shen Qiyou's eyes were sore, an inexplicable and strong anger suddenly rose in his heart, not because of others, but because of himself.

He always makes those around him hurt because of him.

Song Yuan is.

So is that person.

All because of him.

But this burst of anger disappeared when Song Yuan put his hands on his and clasped them tightly together, followed by overwhelming grievances that were about to overwhelm him.

He didn't know why he was feeling this way, just as he didn't know why everyone was making him the only one in false lies.

Watching him struggling, watching him roar, watching his silence day by day, watching him live himself into a joke for so many years.

"You keep me warm."

Song Yuan put his other hand in as he spoke, trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart, and looked at the person with a smile that could not be called a smile: "Shen Qiyou, you come home with me to warm you up, okay?"

They didn't go to school and went back to Shen Qiyou's home.

Song Yuan took off his half-wet coat and urged people to take a bath, but the person who had been drenched in the snow for a long time still stood still, looking at him stubbornly with dark eyes.

The meaning inside is obvious, he asked Song Yuan to wash first.

Song Yuan had no choice but to quickly take a shower, and half an hour later Shen Qiyou also came out of the shower.

He tucked the wet, dried hair back under the covers and went to bed himself.

Then there was a long silence, Song Yuan didn't know what to say, the past could not be changed, and all the comfort at this moment was useless.

He just curled up in the man's arms and hugged his waist, telling him silently that he would always be by his side.

"Song Yuan."

"I'm here."

The person who called his name became silent again, Song Yuan didn't urge him, and quietly waited for him to speak again.

He didn't wait long.

Shen Qiyou's voice was still hoarse, "You know everything, right?"

Song Yuan nodded, Teacher Qin told him before.

"Shen Qiyou, it's not your fault."

"Auntie is sick..." He couldn't say the following words, out of a feeling that he couldn't understand.

Qin Mian's words echoed in his ears again.

"At that time, I wanted to tell Qi You the truth, but..."

Shen Qiyou's grandfather, like Qin Mian, is also a teacher. He has taught rigorously throughout his life, and has never been criticized in the slightest. He has a clean personality.

But the most unbearable thing for such a person is gossip behind their backs.

He refused to admit that his most proud daughter had become a delirious lunatic, and he stubbornly insisted on a fabricated truth.

His insistence made Shen Tiannan bear the crime of not belonging, and confessed his mistakes to everyone, including his children.

He wanted Shen Tiannan to keep this secret until the secret became more and more outrageous, until his daughter imagined an existence that was unacceptable to everyone.

The gossip still came, the old man walked on a rainy night, and finally said that sentence of apology when he was parting, but the things that have been destroyed can't come back after all.

It's too late.

The stigma is long gone.

Song Yuan thought, everyone had their own reasons and had to do with this incident back then, but they were all at fault, but what about Shen Qiyou?

He was forced to accept a fabricated lie, and the old warmth was brutally shattered.Enduring mother's merciless curses, chasing those loves that can only be found when sober occasionally, and then came to this situation with the most beloved father.

Even those hatreds turned into ridiculous mockery of him.

What did he do wrong?

What did he do wrong all these years alone?

There was a dull pain in his heart, Song Yuan grabbed the man's hand so hard that his fingertips turned white, and the deliberately suppressed tears could no longer be held back.

He shed tears silently, and then was gently wiped away.

Shen Qiyou hugged the person in his arms tightly, his eyes were already red, and his voice was unreally soft.

He changed the subject: "How did you find out I was there?"

"Don't do this next time, Shen Qiyou."

Song Yuan wiped away his tears, and instead of answering his question immediately, he put his arms around the man's neck and took a light bite, "Don't disappear suddenly."

"It's really hard when I can't find you."

"Not allowed next time."

Shen Qiyou nodded: "There will be no next time."

"ensure."

Song Yuan hummed when he heard the words, and then said in a low voice: "As you said, if you are unhappy, you will go there."

It took a long time before he heard Shen Qiyou's calm voice.

"It's not because I'm unhappy this time."

"Song Yuan, I made myself a birthday wish a long time ago."

"I hope to end my life on that day."

At that time, he thought that his mother let him grow up well, and he could be relieved when he fulfilled the agreement.

But he met Song Yuan.

Pulled him back to the newborn man.

The author has something to say:

Here we come (kneel down orz with a guilty conscience)

In the next chapter, I will write about why Mr. Gu in his previous life fell in love with Xiao Yuan.

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