When the young boy was eating, Yan Xi finally had some free time to look at him at ease.
The male lead is very thin and looks quite small.
His clothes were tattered, even beggars were not as ragged as him.
Her hair was very long and hadn't been taken care of for a long time, so it was messy and had balls of grass on it.
Going further down, Yan Xi was stunned.
He was not wearing shoes and seemed to have been barefoot all the time. His feet were covered with blisters and had been scratched many times and were bleeding.
But he seemed completely unaware, as if he had gotten used to it.
Yan Xi was silent for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Regardless of whether this person is him or not, anyone with empathy would feel uncomfortable with such an experience and such a situation.
The young boy finished his meal in no time but was still very hungry. He looked up at him, licked his lips, but didn't dare to ask for more.
Yan Xi knew that it was not enough for him, so he took three or four more from the room and handed them to him. This time, he seemed to be much bolder, and he moved closer and reached out to take them.
The moment he stretched out his hand, Yan Xi saw the scar on his arm.
It looks ugly, as if it had been burned by fire.
There are new scars next to it, which have just formed scabs.
The male protagonist found that Yan Xi was looking at his scar, so he quickly covered it, stepped aside, and stared at him with bared teeth, with a fierce look in his eyes like a beast.
Yan Xi quickly turned away and explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
The young boy didn't believe it and was on full alert.
Yan Xi sighed, thinking of how dirty he was and how his feet were bleeding, and walked to the kitchen to boil some water.
The young boy didn't understand what he was doing, and he stared at him while eating the sweet potato steamed buns quickly.
About quarter of an hour later, the sweet potato steamed buns were finished.
Yan Xi's hot water was ready. He took the wooden tub that his adoptive parents had used for bathing, poured all the hot water into it, and added some cold water to neutralize it. When the temperature was about right, he waved to the young boy, "Come here, I'll help you bathe."
Hearing this, the young boy was slightly stunned. He sniffed himself, and the smell made him purse his lips.
"Come here, wash yourself and I'll give you another steamed bun."
When he heard that there was food, he wavered and walked over reluctantly, looking at him blankly, as if asking what to do next.
Yan Xi tentatively reached out and wanted to touch his head.
The young boy subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but when he met his gentle eyes, he was stunned.
Yan Xi felt it, curled her lips, and whispered: "Take off your clothes and get into the wooden barrel. I will help you wash it."
After a pause, she looked at his feet and said, "Feet too, wash them clean to prevent them from festering again."
The young boy pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and then took off all his clothes with a red face.
Thus, all those scars came into Yan Xi's sight without exception.
There were burns, knife wounds, and scars of unknown origin.
The only thing missing was the crescent mark he wanted.
As if afraid that he would look at him a few more times, the young boy quickly sank into the water, leaving only his head exposed. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look him in the eye. It was unclear whether he was shy or for something else.
Yan Xi noticed this and felt heavy-hearted.
He didn't say a word.
When taking a shower, he was very gentle throughout the whole process for fear of scaring the male protagonist.
Maybe it was because I had injuries on my feet and new wounds on my arms, and it hurt a little to soak in the water.
However, the male protagonist pursed his lips tightly, not allowing himself to make any sound even though it hurt.
Yan Xi searched for a long time before she found a set of clothes belonging to her adoptive parents' biological son.
Although it has many patches, it is much better than the male protagonist's previous outfit. At least it is clean, without holes or tassels.
The cleaned-up young boy revealed his delicate facial features.
Even though his cheeks are a little sunken due to his thinness, it can't hide his handsome appearance.
Especially those eyes.
Before, his face was covered by his hair and it was hard to see clearly. Now that his hair has been washed and combed back, his bright eyes make him look more energetic.
Yan Xi's eyes were too passionate, and the young boy was not used to it. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, clenched his sleeves, feeling very awkward and a little nervous.
Seeing this, Yan Xi couldn't help but laugh, "Don't be nervous, I just think you are very beautiful, and I couldn't help but look at you a few more times, especially your eyes, which are sparkling, like the stars in the sky, very dazzling and pleasing to the eye."
Hearing this, the young boy was slightly startled, and slowly raised his head to look at him, "Like...?"
Maybe it's because he hasn't spoken much for a long time, his pronunciation is unclear and his voice is a little hoarse, but it's unexpectedly nice to listen to, a little soft and cute, as if he hasn't gone through the voice change period yet.
Yan Xi was a little surprised when she heard him speak, and quickly said: "Yes, it makes people like it!"
The young boy looked at his excited expression, his face dazed and stunned, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
This was the first time he heard someone say these two words to him.
Can he...be liked by others?
Yan Xi noticed that he was silent again, so she cleared her throat and said with a smile, "Do you have a name?"
The young boy shook his head.
He didn't, or rather he did... because they all called him a little monster.
Of course Yan Xi knew that he didn't have one, he just wanted to ask and give him a name so that he wouldn't have to call "Hey, Hey" all day long.
He thought for a moment, his eyes lighting up. "How about this? You share my surname, Beichen. Beichen means North Star, the brightest star in the northern sky. Your eyes should be as dazzling as the North Star."
"Mu... Beichen?" Mu Beichen chewed on it carefully. It was a nice name, but he didn't know how to write it.
Yan Xi seemed to have noticed something, and picked up the charcoal on the ground and wrote in front of him, stroke by stroke, "This is Mu Beichen, your name, and Mu Yanxi, my name."
Mu Beichen kept staring at the two names, memorizing them in his heart. Then he looked up at him and said softly, "Mu Yanxi?"
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