Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

He Xiran confronted him with his lips pursed, his body was covered with injuries, but his momentum was not lost at all.

"If you let me do it, I don't know if it will hurt you." Wen Xiaoyu rolled up his sleeves and approached him step by step.

The tall figure was getting closer and closer, and He Xiran panicked, not to be outdone just a moment ago.

He hurriedly took a step back, sat down on the bed, and said in a trembling voice: "Wen Xiaoyu, why do you always bully me?"

Wen Xiaoyu paused for taking off his coat, and shifted his gaze to his face.

His eyes were very red, and he hadn't cried since he left the gate of He's house. When he was cleaning the wound just now, he only took a deep breath, and the corners of his lips were pursed and turned white without shedding a single tear.

But at this moment, before Wen Xiaoyu did anything, his eyes were filled with tears, as if Wen Xiaoyu could shed tears immediately if he moved him.

"Hey..." Wen Xiaoyu was very tired, squatted down in front of him, looked up at him and said, "Am I bullying you? Tell your conscience..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and there was a puddle of blood on He Xiran's clothes, which was stained when he covered his heart and cried.

Wen Xiaoyu closed his eyes, lowered his head, and asked him: "Does your palm still hurt? Will it affect your playing the piano?"

"It doesn't hurt." He Xiran was silent for a while after answering, and then said in a self-defeating manner, "It's better if it affects you."

Wen Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that He Xiran lightly touched the bloodstain on his neck.

"Are you in pain?" He Xiran asked.

Those wounds were still burning hot and stinging, but at this moment they were cooled by the cold fingertips, making them indescribably comfortable.

"I don't hurt either." He closed his eyes and said.

The silent air flowed quietly between the two of them. After a long time, a rustling sound sounded above her head. Wen Xiaoyu raised her head in wonder, and was stunned for a moment.

He Xiran took off his jacket and underclothes, a large piece was scratched on his shoulder, and there were purple bruises on his chest, under his ribs, and around his waist.

Wen Xiaoyu secretly thought, before he arrived, He Xiran had received countless beatings.For the first time, he realized that he was running so slowly, and the distance between upstairs and downstairs was so far.

He Xiran just remained motionless, letting him watch without any concealment, with a sense of determination to show him all the wounds in his expression.

Such an expression made Wen Xiaoyu's heart tighten uncontrollably, and he stood up abruptly and hugged He Xiran into his arms.

Under the palm is a thin back, shaking uncontrollably.He lowered his eyes and looked, and there were four bloody holes pierced by glass shards on He Xiran's thin white back, and a little blood bleed out as he trembled.

Those wounds were like black holes, tightly attracting his gaze, making him unable to look away.

His Adam's apple slipped slowly, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "You used to..."

"Don't say anything, and don't ask." He Xiran buried his face in his stomach, and said in a muffled voice.

"Then treat the wound first, and be obedient." Wen Xiaoyu seemed to be coaxing a child.

He Xiran gave a low "hmm".

The two had changed medicine countless times in this room, only this time they switched places.

He Xiran was lying on the bed, the skin on the back was white and delicate, the lines were in an arc shape, the waist was the lowest point, and it bulged out after being submerged in the trousers.

It was supposed to be a beautiful picture, but it was broken because of those injuries, making people unable to bear to have any fond memories of him.I just want to be gentle so that he doesn't feel any more pain.

After treating the wound, he put on Wen Xiaoyu's old clothes and lay on his side on the bed, as if he had exhausted all his strength, half-closed his eyes and didn't know what to think.

Sitting by the side and watching him for a while, Wen Xiaoyu was about to go out to treat her wound.

He Xiran suddenly sat up and said to him, "Take it off."

Wen Xiaoyu: "..." This sentence seems very familiar.

"I'll do it myself," he said.

He Xiran squinted his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "If you let me do it, I don't know if it will hurt you or not."

"...Are you childish or not?" Wen Xiaoyu said aloud.

He Xiran still looked at him stubbornly, without giving in.Knowing that she couldn't avoid it, Wen Xiaoyu sighed, raised her hand and took off her clothes.

Seeing the wound on his shoulder, He Xiran took a deep breath.His neck was ugly enough, with ten scratches of varying lengths, snaking across it.

But the bite on his shoulder was far worse.He's mother was biting desperately, even through the clothes, she almost bit off the piece of flesh on his shoulder.

His injury was even more serious than all the injuries on He Xiran's body, but he still stood still to protect He Xiran, and carried him out of the house firmly.

"Go to the hospital." He Xiran said with red eyes.

Wen Xiaoyu nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

He Xiran stared at him resentfully, looking like he was about to cry again.

"It's useless to cry." Wen Xiaoyu said, "Should we go?"

"It hurts so much!" He Xiran wiped his eyes hard.

His hands were wrapped in gauze, so it was really inconvenient to apply medicine, so he could only watch Wen Xiaoyu treat his terrible wounds in front of the mirror.

To say it doesn't hurt is a lie, it hurts more than the last knife wound.But He Xiran was watching eagerly from the side, and Wen Xiaoyu felt that as long as he dared to cry out in pain, He Xiran would be able to cry for him.

He still remembers He Xiran crying in the auditorium last time, so he gritted his teeth and endured it no matter how painful it was.

"Your claustrophobia has something to do with confinement."

In order to divert attention, Wen Xiaoyu asked.After asking, I feel that this question is too inappropriate. Isn't this a special reminder to cry?

Fortunately, He Xiran didn't cry, just sniffed his nose, and said firmly: "I don't have claustrophobia, I just... don't like being locked up in a small dark room."

Wen Xiaoyu nodded clearly, not breaking up with him.But there was another question. He glanced at He Xiran's face and asked, "Then you won't be afraid when you're in the basement?"

"I said I'm not afraid." He Xiran gave him an emphatic glance, then set his eyes on his wound, and said in a daze, "My mother is there, I'm not afraid."

***

The two packed up and walked out. Grandma Wen just finished cooking a cup of hot soup and stared at the two of them sitting on the small bench and finishing it obediently.

She said: "Aran, sleep here at night, I'll go and tell your grandma."

He Xiran put down the bowl, drooped his eyes in silence for a moment, shook his head and said, "Thank you Grandma Wen, I'd better go back."

"Afraid your grandma will be angry?" Wen Xiaoyu asked with a frown.

"No." He Xiran continued to shake his head, "I should go back."

"Why go back? Let her lock you up?" Wen Xiaoyu's voice sank.

"Ayu." Grandma Wen gave him a disapproving look, "Speak up if you have something to say."

It was hard to get the person out of the cage, but he turned around and wanted to go back, which made everyone feel angry.

But looking at He Xiran's disappointed face, Wen Xiaoyu had no choice but to swallow his anger again, and asked as calmly as possible:

"He Xiran, it's fine to go back, and we can't keep you here forever. But tell me, if this kind of thing happens again, what will you do?"

Knowing that He Xiran didn't want to mention his own affairs, he never asked.But what happened today is really big, and it doesn't seem to be more than one time.Just now He Xiran didn't let him ask about the past, so he didn't ask, but what about the future?

How many more times will he be beaten?How many days?

Just thinking about it like this made Wen Xiaoyu feel chills all over.

He couldn't help lowering his face, and said seriously: "You can call the police and ask for help, you know? She has no right to do this to you, including your..."

"I can handle it myself." He Xiran stood up abruptly, lowered his eyes and ignored no one, said "I should go", and walked out sullenly.

"He Xiran." Wen Xiaoyu stopped him at the door, "Have you figured it out, are you going home now?"

"Yes." He Xiran nodded heavily, "My mother is still at home, she was injured, I don't worry about her."

Wen Xiaoyu didn't speak any more, but she didn't move out of the way, just blocking the door.He Xiran pursed his lips, tried his best to push him away, and walked out.

Grandma Wen, who was sitting on the sofa, shook her head and sighed. Wen Muchen couldn't understand what happened, only that everyone was unhappy.He was a little confused and a little anxious and said: "Go after it!"

The other two were stunned for a moment, Wen Xiaoyu asked: "Why?"

His brother gave him a disgusted look, pointed to the outside, and said, "It's dark, I'm afraid! I'll cry."

Wen Xiaoyu clenched her fingers hanging by her side into fists, looked up at Grandma Wen, saw her smiling and nodded, then turned around and chased after her.

As soon as he rushed out of the gate, he saw someone leaning against the wall and secretly wiping tears.

He probably didn't expect him to chase him out, He Xiran was so startled that his sobbing stopped, and after realizing it, he turned his back and wiped his face.But it seemed that the more he rubbed, the more urgent his crying became.

Wen Xiaoyu didn't speak, but looked at him quietly.

He Xiran is always glamorous outside, wears expensive famous brands, has excellent grades, looks good, looks like a proud little peacock.

In reality, he would be beaten and bruised all over his body at home, and he would be ruthlessly locked up in confinement.In such a cold late night, wearing an old sweater that doesn't fit well, with a crying face like a tabby cat, without any appearance of a delicate young master.

Wen Xiaoyu sighed silently, walked over to cover his eyes from behind, and said: "If you rub it again, the skin will be broken. It's already disfigured. How can you go out to meet people tomorrow?"

"I won't go to school tomorrow." He Xiran said in a nasal voice.

As if afraid that Wen Xiaoyu would misunderstand, he hurriedly added: "Either he will be imprisoned, or..."

He bit his lips and didn't continue, Wen Xiaoyu thought for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Afraid that others will look at you strangely?"

He Xiran didn't respond, Wen Xiaoyu said: "It's not your fault to have such a family, you are also a victim, so why care about other people's opinions."

"I just... don't want others to sympathize with me. I don't need those meaningless sympathies and pity." He Xiran said.

Sure enough, it was still the proud little peacock. Wen Xiaoyu pressed his palms against his hot eyes, and said viciously behind his ear: "Then you think too much, everyone doesn't like you, no one will sympathize with you."

"You bastard!" He Xiran didn't bother to cry anymore, turned around and pushed him, "Wen Xiaoyu, will you comfort others?!"

In fact, he was already very weak, and his strength was not strong. Wen Xiaoyu stepped back two steps in cooperation, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Then you won't participate in tomorrow's final?"

He Xiran choked for a moment, he completely forgot about it.If it was in the past, and today's situation happened, he would never go to school, no matter if there were any games or not.

He couldn't tell what was different this time, but looking at Wen Xiaoyu in front of him, he just couldn't make the same decision as before.

Knowing that he was hesitant, Wen Xiaoyu didn't urge him, leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.After today's tossing, he is also very tired, but he is willing to wait a little longer.

In such silence, he realized that he was indeed too anxious just now.He Xiran has lived in such a family for so long, even if he wants to make a change, it can't be done overnight, he shouldn't be so forceful to force him.

"I'll take part." He Xiran said suddenly, his voice lost the pretentiousness before, and he said clearly, "I will go to school as usual tomorrow, and then I will participate in the competition and beat you."

Wen Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment.This person always seems to slap him in the face and give him some unexpected surprises.He extinguished the remaining smoke, waved the smoke away, and saw He Xiran's face washed brightly by the moonlight.

Although it is difficult to change, as long as you take the first step bravely, there will be hope in the future.

Wen Xiaoyu smiled: "Okay, it happens that I really want to beat you too."

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