Everyone thinks that the real young master has lost his vest.

[My God, Brother Si actually cooks porridge for people. Can you believe that this is Xiao Si, who was once a big hit in the music scene? 】

[I've never seen my brother so gentle, anyone who has been yelled at by my brother can go around the empire]

[Brother Si is a little bit wrong, this is a scumbag]

The barrage discussion was intense, but Xiao Si didn't have time to pay attention to it right now.

After the boy finished speaking, he relaxed visibly to the naked eye, showing a little softness of a child.He was just a child at first, and the indifference he was holding on to faded away, and Xiao Si's eyes burned with innocence at this moment.

With a hoarse voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he tried to soften his voice: "Have you been busy all afternoon? Have you had dinner? Have some porridge."

The night was dark, and it was so quiet under the lights that only the chirping of insects could be heard outside the window.

Harold was thinking a little sluggishly, he didn't know why his mind was so heavy, everything was hazy and blurred like a layer of veil.

He should be on a mission, but the person in front of him looks too much like Xiao Si, so he can't help but relax.

He has stayed here for too long, he is still just a child now, and he has been homesick for a long time.

He vaguely thought he was still at Xiao's house, when he suddenly saw the broken coffee cup on the ground, walked over and squatted on the ground to clean it up, his movements were very natural, as if he had done this countless times before.

The sharp-eyed young man suppressed all the hostility in his body before, but now he huddled into a small ball, squatting and picking up the glass intently.

Harold thought it was in his own home, so he did it subconsciously, but in the eyes of others, it was because Harold had done it countless times, and the movements were so habitual and natural.

[I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that he is so obedient]

[... Contrast cute?This action is so skillful that it makes people sad, this person does not know how many times he has done it]

【Wake up, this is a scumbag! 】

[By the way, the news you said is true or false, I haven't checked it on the Internet, maybe the child just owes his mouth and is not bad at heart]

When he was squatting, water was still dripping from his body, Xiao Si hurriedly stopped him, and dealt with the glass fragments by himself.Harold didn't make trouble, he was very obedient, and he just stood behind and watched.

Xiao Si felt that something was wrong, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to check Harold's body temperature after struggling for a moment, but the other party did not move unexpectedly.

His hands were hot, he definitely had a fever.

It's normal to think about it, if it wasn't for the fact that he was so feverish that he couldn't wake up, how could the person in front of him show such a soft and fragile look.

Just now, it was estimated that this person took off his clothes and took a shower and went straight to the work at hand. He didn't dry his hair or anything, and he blew cold air again. It's no wonder he didn't have a fever.

Xiao Si hurriedly found a blanket to wrap Harold up, and the other side let him move in a daze, looking at him in confusion as if there was mist in his eyes.

It was only when he got closer that Xiao Si saw the faint bruises under Harold's eyes. With Xiao Chen's physique, he would not get sick so easily. The child must have stayed up for several nights, and his physique is so weak.Probably because of this reason, he has a bad temper and doesn't speak well.

Xiao Si is angry and anxious, and there is no one to take care of him here. He still doesn't care about his body so much, he can only carry it by himself when he is sick, he doesn't go to rest when his mind is not clear, and he doesn't forget when he is dizzy. Pick up the debris on the ground.

Xiao Chen was not very old at this time, he looked at Xiao Si and instinctively began to criticize his brother, not forgetting to defend himself with a few blunt words habitually: "I didn't bully Nair."

Seeing his elder brother suddenly in an unfamiliar environment, Xiao Chen has never been so relaxed since he played Harold. He wanted to pucker his mouth childishly, but was restricted by the mask on his face, so he could only say dryly : "He is not suitable for the battlefield. He is so delicate. He is still the child of the Duke. If this continues, he will die in the hands of the enemy sooner or later."

Xiao Si paused in his hands. In his memory, Xiao Chen hadn't talked to him in such a childlike manner for a long time. They didn't know when they became so estranged, and they were always arguing. The last time Xiao Chen was so dependent on him was already. It's a very long time ago.

He almost forgot that they had such a time, and Xiao Chen had relied on him like this.

The way the young man muttered and explained unconsciously made him feel angry and wronged for Xiao Chen. The son of a mere duke could actually bully Xiao Chen like this.It can be seen that Xiao Chen handles the cup and habitually stays up all night to deal with things by himself. I am afraid that Xiao Chen has suffered this kind of grievance more than once.

After Harold said these words, he became silent again, his eyes drooped, and just looking at his appearance, he was the cold and arrogant Harold again.

Xiao Si couldn't see Harold's face behind the mask. The boy's hair was soaked in cold water. In the cold night, there was only one person dealing with things as if he was tireless, and the person who persecuted him to this point had long since slept. He saw the familiar The elder brother actually just explained that he didn't bully others.

"I know, I know..." Xiao Si's voice was inaudible.

How much he wanted to bring him back to Xiao's house, pamper him well, and make up for all his previous debts, but he couldn't, the limit he could do was to cook a pot of porridge for Xiao Chen.

And how did Xiao Chen survive that night who didn't know how long ago?

At that time, Xiao Chen didn't even have a pot of porridge.

【Tsundere ruin your life, little brother, you still have to let the bullets fly for a while】

【...So all the work is done by this little brother who doesn't seem to be messed with? 】

[Although I don't know if this little brother has done anything bad, but looking at it now, it still makes people feel distressed]

The night was still too cold, and Harold's hands were so stiff, Xiao Si stuffed the warm porridge into Harold's arms, opened the lid, and said, "Drink some porridge, it's cold at night, and we can do everything tomorrow." Not too late."

The porridge was made in a mess, I tried my best to put everything I could think of into it, and the potatoes were all cut into pieces.

In the Xiao family, only the eldest brother can cook, and it would be great if the remaining few can not starve to death. Being able to make porridge like this is already an extraordinary performance.

Harold looked at the terrible looking porridge in front of him, his eyes were a little distracted.

Xiao's house was empty and lonely. In Xiao Chen's memory, the nights in Xiao's house were always cold and silent.

When Xiao Yilan is not at home, Xiao Chen and Xiao Si are still young and always hungry.Sometimes when Xiao Yefeng happened to be at home, he would make some porridge like this. Later, when Xiao Yefeng was not around, Xiao Si would learn to make some.

Harold's Adam's apple moved up and down, almost thinking that he was still at Xiao's house, and Xiao Si was right next to him, but the cold touch on his lips barely pulled back some of his remaining rationality.

Xiao Si shook his head when he saw the young man, but it wasn't that he didn't like it, he just hugged the pot in his arms even tighter.

"Don't you like it?" Xiao Si asked tentatively.

"No...not." Harold still had an indifferent look on the outside, but his eyes could no longer focus.

The boy tapped the black mask on his face and said, "I can't eat."

Seeing that Xiao Si didn't seem to understand, he added slowly: "I can't take this thing off."

In fact, it is possible. After all, his mental strength is strong, and it has already far exceeded the mental strength of the mask. It's just that he can't tell others subconsciously.

He vaguely remembered something, and said to Xiao Si: "I don't have the authority to take off the mask."

The young man said this in a cold voice, completely ignorant of the cruel facts in the conversation, as if it was just a trivial matter, and the person in the conversation was not himself.

Xiao Si suddenly felt that his throat was extremely dry, what do you mean 'can't eat'?He asked with difficulty: "Why can't you take it down? What do you mean 'no authority'?"

He lightly touched the mask on Harold's face, and the cold and hard texture came from his fingertips.How could he not have a fever with such a cold thing on his face?

The boy didn't respond to him, but moved his face slightly closer to the terrible looking porridge.

But if he can't even eat, how can Xiao Chen reduce the fever?He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't take the medicine, so he could only get through like this?

Harold seemed to be slightly relieved by the heat of the porridge, got up and went to work again, but was stopped by Xiao Si.

The man seemed to be trying to restrain himself. He sorted out his language for a long time. He wanted to call him Ah Chen and his younger brother, but he could only call him Harold, and he could only watch what he had experienced.He had no way to take Xiao Chen away, and he couldn't change what happened.There was nothing he could do.

"...Harold, you should go to rest." Xiao Si said weakly, he saw the clear eyes of the young man looking over, and saw the pale and immature body under the slightly transparent clothes.

In fact, everything he does is in vain, and everything is a time regression that has already happened.Everything he saw and everything he did could only move him. When Xiao Chen, who was really young at that time, experienced all these things, he was the only one.

No brother-in-arms, terrible porridge, dry blankets.Only silent night, and endless cold.

Xiao Si remembered that the young Xiao Chen was really lively, with both sadness and happiness clearly reflected on his face.He didn't know how many such silent nights the immature and lively young brother had experienced before turning such a fiery person into an appearance where all emotions and sorrows were calm.

"At least drink some hot water, take some medicine, eat something..." Xiao Si himself didn't know what he was talking about, he begged in a tone, he didn't know whether he was begging Xiao Chen, his past self, or begging with fate.

The porridge was almost cold, and Xiao Si's heart gradually cooled down.

Harold looked at him quietly for a while, tilted his head slightly, and said softly, "Okay."

He took out what looked like a nutritional needle from his pocket and injected it into his pale wrist.

The moment he saw Harold's wrist clearly, Xiao Si's eyes widened slightly, and he felt that even his breathing seemed to stop.

On the wrist NF that has always been hidden in the sleeve, there are densely packed, already bruised needle holes.

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