The slender little fingers hooked around Chu Yigui's hand. The hands of the two boys of the same age, one big and one small, hooked together, formed a unique and sharp contrast.
And this time, Wan Qiu's fingers hooked around Chu Yigui's were warm.
Wan Qiu didn't notice at all the little tricks Chu Yigui used on him in terms of speech.
He believed his friend's words completely and without reservation.
Wan Qiu took off his clothes, and this time his skinny body was more clearly exposed to Chu Yigui's eyes.
On that thin body, it seemed that every wound that had ever existed was so deep that it seemed to be visible to the bone. At this age when it is easy to recover during growth, these scars are so vivid.
There were bruises in many places on Wan Qiu's body, of varying degrees, and it was obvious that they were not caused at the same time.
The sound of the medicine box being opened was heard, and Chu Yigui began to apply the medicine to him.
No one knew what kind of medicine it was. It felt cool at first, but as Chu Yigui rubbed the medicine oil on the wound, a warm feeling appeared on the wound, and the fragrance of the medicine gradually covered the two of them.
"How did this happen?" Chu Yigui asked, his hand resting on the most serious bruise on Wan Qiu's abdomen.
However, Wan Qiu did not answer. He didn't know whether he could answer.
"I will keep it a secret, and nothing that will harm you will happen." Chu Yigui said it casually, as if he was just chatting and didn't seem to care much.
"It was Dad who kicked me. When I was cleaning the room at night, I kicked over a beer bottle and woke Dad up." Wan Qiu seemed to trust the idea of sharing secrets and had some secret enthusiasm for it. After getting Chu Yigui's assurance, he no longer had any grudges in his heart.
Chu Yigui touched Wan Qiu's leg, where there were bruises that were obviously caused at the same time: "What about here?"
"This is where Dad kicked that day, too."
Chu Yigui nodded and placed his finger on Wan Qiu's shoulder. There were obvious signs of a serious injury here, with crude sutures and a hideous wound. "What about here?"
"When my grandma went crazy, she pushed me into the chicken coop. There was a sharp wire next to it, and I got scratched. I had to ask the village doctor to help me sew it up," said Wan Qiu.
"Is the injury serious?" Judging from the extent of the injury, the chaotic scene at that time was almost foreseeable.
Wan Qiu nodded obediently: "Yes, I had a fever during that time and was lying in bed unable to move. Grandma kept giving me medicine."
"What about here?" Chu Yigui asked about the strange mark on Wan Qiu's thigh. It looked like a tooth mark, an irregular oval shape. Although it healed, it left a mark that was different from the surrounding skin.
"I was bitten by a dog. My father stole the dog to eat its meat. The dog's leash broke and my father ran away, but I didn't."
Chu Yigui paused, no longer looking up, pretending to treat the wound seriously, and pointed at Wan Qiu's waist: "Here?"
"I don't remember." Wan Qiu blinked blankly, as if he didn't expect there was an injury here.
Wan Qiu had all kinds of scars on his body, none of which had been well treated, and each wound carried something behind it.
"You have more scars on your back than on the front." Chu Yigui said slowly.
Wan Qiu thought back: "When I was beaten, they kept hitting my stomach and chest, which hurt more, so I just curled up."
Chu Yigui's expression was complicated: "Is it experience?"
Wan Qiu tilted his head. He just did it instinctively.
Chu Yigui applied medicine to all the bruises, put a new bandage on Wan Qiu's wrist, picked up the phone, fixed his eyes on the bright light of the phone, and asked Wan Qiu, "Does it hurt?"
“It doesn’t hurt.” Wan Qiu was referring to the bruises on his abdomen and legs, and then he said again, “It doesn’t hurt too much.”
Chu Yigui's tone was very calm, and he said, "Do you hate your grandmother and your parents?"
This should be a positive answer.
What Chu Yigui wanted to hear was also a positive answer.
Chu Yigui slowly raised his eyes from the phone, and a dark color was secretly brewing in his eyes.
However, there was no negative color in Wan Qiu's bright and clear eyes.
Wan Qiu stared and observed Chu Yigui.
Wan Qiu did not comply with Chu Yigui's wishes and asked, "Why?"
"Don't you hate them for treating you like this?" Chu Yigui asked again.
This time, Wan Qiu didn't even answer.
It's not a refusal to answer.
Chu Yigui saw confusion in Wan Qiu's expression.
Wan Qiu couldn't answer because he didn't understand.
Chu Yigui paused and lowered his eyes to conceal his emotions, making Wan Qiu, who wanted to observe more closely, unable to understand.
"Are you scared?" Chu Yigui asked.
However, this time Wan Qiu thought about it and said, "Sometimes."
"Are you afraid but not hateful?"
This time, Chu Yigui still did not get an answer from Wan Qiu, as if to Wan Qiu, "hate" was a word that had nothing to do with him.
"If you were given a chance, would you be willing to leave them?"
Wan Qiu shook his head vigorously and firmly: "I want to be with my parents."
There was no falsehood in Wan Qiu's expression and his eyes were bright.
Chu Yigui opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat, and asked a completely opposite question instead: "Are you happy now?"
Wan Qiu nodded firmly without any hesitation.
The boy's extremely thin body was curled up on the sofa, looking so fragile that he could disappear into the air at any time. But when he nodded, a strong sense of happiness almost filled his beautiful eyes.
Chu Yigui seemed to see a young man sitting on a garbage dump, with a happy smile on his dirty face, as fake as an oil painting mocking the reality.
Wan Qiu believes that everyone he meets now is warm.
Deep in Wanqiu’s memories, there is a memory that is like a dream.
In the dark and cramped space, there was an unpleasant and pungent smell of fish and blood.
Swollen joints, weird bodies, and bones that were extremely painful when broken.
Pain all over the body at all times.
Insults, roars, beatings, tearing, entanglements, shrill laughter...
Under the endless starry sky, the irresistible coldness constantly invades the body.
That is unhappy.
Until now, Wan Qiu still doesn’t understand why those terrible feelings suddenly disappeared.
It was like having a dream that was exactly the same as reality, and when he woke up, he was in a warm bed.
Compared to that too real dream, he now has sunshine, a bed, books, delicious food, the fragrance of grass and trees, and the freedom to run...
Wan Qiu is really happy.
Chu Yigui looked at the screen of his mobile phone while Wan Qiu put on his pajamas again.
Chu Yigui sent quite a lot of photos and a long recording.
After turning off the phone, Chu Yigui looked up and smiled: "It's too late, let's go to bed."
Wan Qiu nodded: "Good night."
"good evening."
Under the bright light, Chu Yigui stood up and went to his small bedroom. He turned off the light, and his tall figure instantly disappeared into the darkness.
Wan Qiu lay on the sofa, which was as big as a wide bed.
Turning sideways, Wan Qiu didn't understand.
His friend seemed unhappy again, even more unhappy than before.
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