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

It was hard to imagine that such a bruised wrist would appear on such a cold, arrogant and conceited person.

The porridge was already cold, Xiao Si only felt his eyes warm, he held Harold's scarred wrist, wanted to touch it but was afraid of needle infection, and even more afraid of hurting Harold.

"How could they treat you like this?" Xiao Si's voice was sobbing, like a wounded lion. The people off-screen had never seen him so vulnerable.

Xiao Si lowered his head, not wanting Harold to see his face, his lips were already bitten by himself, bleeding out.He felt that he was almost unable to stand up.

Xiao Chen's hair was still wet, so he couldn't delay any longer, the cold wind would make his symptoms worse, so Xiao Si forced himself to calm down.No one knew how much he hated himself at this time.

He secretly scolded himself as an asshole, he would rather Xiao Chen hate him, hit him, and curse him, but when he finally raised his head after being mentally prepared, he met Harold's worried eyes unexpectedly, those clear and bright eyes His gaze was completely innocent and ignorant, without any trace of resentment or grievance.

Xiao Si couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly wanted to kneel on the ground and cry loudly regardless of his image.Not for himself, but for Xiao Chen.His younger brother had suffered so much, was in a foreign country, was bullied and neglected by everyone, even his own name had to be changed, and his face had to be hidden, yet he was still so docile.He was wronged for Xiao Chen, and sad for Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen seems to have always been resigned to pain. I don't know when, the hottest, loudest, and most irritable young master of the Xiao family gradually became more and more silent. He didn't cry, shout, or make trouble. Longing for family affection, longing for love, but no longer take even a step.He waited stubbornly and alone, enduring all the misunderstandings and grievances, and calmly watched everyone's backs drifting away.

He was so used to such scenes that he never felt wronged.

Xiao Si opened his mouth, and blurted out a mournful cry before he could reason, and suppressed it in his throat, the voice was so small that only the two of them could hear it clearly: "Please, please cry, please don't bear it anymore, don't be so silent ..."

Don't be so silent about the pain, Xiao Chen pretended so well, so calm, how could he discover Xiao Chen's pain when he was young at that time?

If Xiao Chen doesn't say anything, how can he help Xiao Chen?

He could only be kept in the dark, and until today, there was no room for turning back between them, and he finally had no chance to make up for Xiao Chen.

In his memory, Xiao Chen did go out a few times, but when he came back, his wounds had scabbed over, and he couldn't tell what he had experienced.

After that, the dense needle holes on this wrist were replaced by another deep scar.Xiao Chen always seemed to be getting hurt, and they always ignored it.

Xiao Si collected himself, and said in a hoarse voice: "You really should rest, don't you still have so many comrades-in-arms? You don't have to, you don't have to carry everything by yourself."

He tried not to make his voice too strange, and asked tentatively, "I'll take you downstairs and back to your room, okay?"

Their residence is downstairs, but according to Harold's current physical condition, he might fall down the stairs, and if no one supports him, he must be bumped, maybe even hit his head.

But when there was no Xiao Si at that time, he was already so unconscious by himself, how could he get down?

Harold just shook his head, he seemed to wake up for a moment, realized that this was not at Xiao's house, and murmured: "This work must be done today, they are too careless and always make mistakes, why not do it myself... ..."

Xiao Si gritted his teeth, and said forcefully, "I'll take you downstairs."

He seemed to feel that Harold's fever was getting worse. His eyes, which were as sharp as eagles before as a teenager, were extremely hazy at the moment, and he hesitated, "Downstairs? I don't live there."

"Where shall I take you?" Xiao Si asked, he didn't think much, he only thought that Harold's floor was just in another room, "Or I'll bring your things over and you go to my room."

Harold tilted his head slightly, and said a little puzzled, "My stuff? It's in the cabinet over there."

What did Xiao Si realize: "You usually spend the night here?"

He pursed his lips, a little unspeakably sad: "I'm asking where your room is. You are in a very bad state now, and you can't continue working. You need to rest, you know?"

Harold hesitated for a moment, seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time, "The basement."

Xiao Si was stunned, his voice trembling: "The basement?"

He clenched his hands tightly: "How could they let you live in that kind of place?"

Harold's body leaning against Xiao Si was hot, Xiao Si suddenly heard the young man whispering in his ear: "I'm so cold..."

"elder brother……"

Xiao Si's eyes turned red instantly.

Harold's voice was extremely low, and the live broadcast camera could only see Harold moving his mouth, but couldn't capture the sound.

Xiao Si let Harold lean into his arms, planning to let the boy rest in his room tonight.They were originally brothers, and they didn't have so many taboos.

However, Xiao Si met Yin Wuxuan's worried eyes.

The man didn't know how long he had been waiting here. After he returned to the room, he tossed and turned without any sleepiness. Even if he knew that this was just a projection of the past, no matter what they did, it would not affect the outcome of the facts. It is impossible for old friends to have such a relationship He still wanted to see Harold.

He didn't know where Harold's room was at this time. He searched every room downstairs, but there was no Harold's name.

He vaguely remembered that Harold was a workaholic, so he came to the daytime room to try his luck, but he didn't expect Xiao Si to come to this room before him, let alone hear such a conversation.

"Where are you going to send him? The basement?" Yin Wuxuan asked.

Xiao Si didn't look at him directly, and his voice was as cold as ice: "My room. You go back, I will take good care of him."

Xiao Si didn't know what relationship his younger brother had with Yin Wuxuan, but he vaguely remembered that the name of the adjutant who was finally sent to prison was Harrow on the document he and Xiao Yilan found with the code on Xiao Chen's waist Germany.

And the superior of that adjutant is Yin Wuxuan.

It was recorded in the document that Yin Wuxuan personally sent his adjutant to prison.

Yin Wuxuan returned to the room as if he had lost his soul.

He didn't move much, but Wu Qi and Qinglang were the top fighters in the military department, and they had already discovered Yin Wuxuan's abnormality.

"What's the matter, Lao Yin? Can't sleep? Are we chatting with you?" Qinglang said with a smile.

Wu Qi also looked at Yin Wuxuan with a light smile. He was already worried that Yin Wuxuan would be unable to control himself and do something abnormal when he saw Harold in the past, let alone leave Yin Wuxuan alone.

"...Okay." Yin Wuxuan said with a complicated expression.

Inside the room, Yin Wuxuan was silent for a long time without saying anything.

"What exactly happened?" Qinglang asked eagerly, he was already irritable, and said directly: "It can't be that Harold has done something wicked right now?"

He thought, only Harold could make Yin Wuxuan show such an expression.

Mentioning Harold, Yin Wuxuan's demeanor finally relaxed.

He pursed his lips and said, "Do you still remember what happened at this time?"

Yin Wuxuan's tone was difficult: "I just went to the room during the day, and Harold didn't leave. He handles the work by himself until now."

Just after he was complained, snubbed, and ridiculed by everyone, he just finished all the tasks silently and without saying a word.

"What?" Qinglang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "That guy doesn't look like someone with such a good temper."

All of them left directly after mocking Harold. No one remembered what tasks were left. The next day, everyone dealt with the matter at hand as usual. No one thought that this was all Harold's achievement, but what did he say? Didn't say anything.

"He was still running a fever at that time, I never thought..." Yin Wuxuan's expression was a little complicated, he realized that he didn't seem to understand Harold at all.

Harold's fever was so bad, there was no Xiao Si at that time, and he was not there, how could that person go back alone?

Yin Wuxuan suddenly found that he couldn't remember what Harold was like the next day. He only remembered that Neil was wronged that day, but he didn't remember Harold at all.After all, that person is so strong and proud that it is impossible to associate such a person with the word fragile. Who would worry about what happened to Harold?

The powerful spiritual power made Yin Wuxuan's five senses more sensitive than ordinary people. He remembered the conversations he had just heard from afar, and his heart became heavier.

He never knew that his old friend who looked so powerful and rebellious at that time was actually enduring such pain that he couldn't even take off his mask.

He had never paid attention to Harold's wrist, and he knew that there were mostly bruised and swollen needle holes on that arm.

How could those people be so cruel to Harold?What exactly did Harold go through, and who did he offend in the first place?

Yin Wuxuan couldn't figure it out, he frowned, and spoke in a calm tone for most of the time.

Even a person like Qinglang who hated Harold gradually felt a little uncomfortable. He thought that he and Harold were always proud people, and Harold was even worse.It is hard to imagine how humiliated Harold would feel when a man so proud and conceited was treated so cruelly.

That man has always been arrogant and arrogant, who would have thought that he would still bear this?

Qinglang couldn't help guessing, could this person have been driven crazy to do what happened after that?

If this is the case, the explanation is much more reasonable.

After all, although Harold was weird and indifferent, he really didn't seem like a person who could do such a thing.

Yin Wuxuan's voice sank: "I never knew that Harold lived in the basement. How could the logistics be arranged like this!"

Qinglang put his hand on his chin. He always thought that Harold was arrogant and didn't want to live with them, but he didn't know that this person had always lived in the basement.

He seemed to have misunderstood Harold.

But it doesn't matter anymore, after all, Harold did make a mistake later, so he is not innocent.Besides, everyone has died, so it's useless to think about it.

"You don't know?" Wu Qi asked in surprise: "It said that Harold's pheromones are too violent, and his mental power is also strong, which poses a great threat to Omega, so Harold has always lived in the basement. Not only here, the military He was deliberately isolated when he was in the Ministry."

Yin Wuxuan's fingertips trembled slightly, he never knew that in the past period, Harold actually came here like this.

"Don't think about it, it's all in the past." Wu Qi said.

Yin Wuxuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The night gradually deepened, and everything finally returned to calm.

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