Chapter 6: Angry Ru Ru's sister is so beautiful, her face is so good...
Zhou Ci is very conflicted now. On the one hand, he doesn't want to be angry with his sister for too long; on the other hand, he is angry that his sister never takes him seriously. She had clearly promised not to disappear again, but she has been gone for several years; on the other hand, he is worried that if he is angry for too long, his sister will ignore him again.
He was torn between leaving and getting angry. He felt wronged and didn't want to pay any attention to Song Yu. His mouth was like a gourd, tightly shut, and he refused to speak no matter what.
Seeing him covered in bruises and bruises, with not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body, Song Yu said softly, "Let's not talk about anything else for now. Little boy, you're seriously injured. Can I take you to the hospital first?"
Zhou Ci lowered his head and refused in a firm tone, "I won't go to the hospital."
Song Yu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Then I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine to treat your wound?"
Zhou Ci didn't say a word this time. He didn't say he would go, nor did he say he wouldn't go. He just stood there awkwardly, as if he was competing with someone.
Song Yu smiled and said nothing. She just gently pulled his hand, and Zhou Ci obediently let her pull him away.
The nearest drugstore was in a shopping mall. Seeing that he was angry and silent, but willing to follow him, Song Yu touched his messy head with relief and was about to let go of his hand.
Who knew that just as she loosened her hand, Zhou Ci held it tightly with his backhand. Song Yu looked at him in surprise. The boy buried his head and said nothing. His silence represented his persistence.
Song Yu didn't take it to heart. Although she was not used to walking hand in hand with others, even Shen Zhiyan had never held her hand, but Zhou Ci was like her younger brother. Song Yu didn't feel any discomfort. Besides, he was beaten so badly. Although he acted very arrogantly, as if he was not afraid at all, he was still so young and must be scared in his heart. It was normal for him to want to get closer to her for comfort.
Thinking of this, Song Yu let him go.
The two of them went to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and found a deserted alley outside to apply the medicine. Song Yu took out iodine from the bag and prepared to disinfect the wound on Zhou Ci's face first.
Boys develop later, and Zhou Ci hasn't started to grow yet. Song Yu is taller than him, so it's a bit inconvenient to apply the medicine. She had to say, "Little boy, lift your head up. I can't reach you."
Zhou Ci obediently raised his head, tilted it high, and stared at Song Yu's face intently. There were not many opportunities to look at his sister openly. Although he still had a stern face, he was very excited in his heart.
My elder sister is so beautiful. Today she wore a JK skirt, a white shirt and a plaid pleated skirt suit, which made her look very cute and student-like. In fact, many of her female classmates also like to wear JK, but their legs are not as long as my elder sister. They are all short and fat, with thick legs. They look ugly in JK. How can they look as good as my elder sister in it, like a little fairy.
My sister's face is so small and clean, without a single pockmark on it. Her skin is so white and translucent, her lips are pink, her nose is tall and straight, her eyes are bright and warm, always smiling, and there is no one else in her pupils, only him...
When Song Yu was applying medicine to Zhou Ci, she realized that Zhou Ci was seriously injured. She loosened her grip again and again, using the method as gentle as possible. After hesitating for a long time, she was really worried that Zhou Ci had hidden injuries. She finally said, "Little boy, let's go to the hospital. I'll go with you."
Zhou Ci shook his head and refused: "I won't go to the hospital."
Going to the hospital would definitely alarm Zhou Ting'an. He was fed up with Zhou Ting'an's verbal abuse and that woman's hypocritical behavior.
The people in that family made him feel sick. If it weren't for the chance to see his sister again in the future, he might have given up and dragged the whole family to die together.
It's better to stay like this now. Just take some anti-inflammatory medicine, treat the wound, and then stay outside until the wound heals before going back. That family can't say anything to him. Anyway, they don't care where he lives. He will never go back. They will just be happy.
He would no longer give that woman a chance to stir up any trouble. What that woman wanted and what Zhou Ting'an expected would never come true. He would take them away one by one in front of them, and they were doomed to end up empty-handed.
"But your injury is very serious." Song Yu was worried.
Zhou Ci didn't care about his injury, "It's okay! I know my body, it's just a minor injury, just apply the medicine for me, sister." He had grown up safely, he had already suffered more serious injuries and suffered more painful punches, but he still survived.
He had long since seen through things. In his life, there was no such thing as smooth sailing. Everything depended on him, fighting, vying, and enduring. He had a tragic fate, and the year his mother died, he had vaguely understood that he could not rely on Zhou Ting'an. That family had no place for him, would not support him, but would only rob him of the opportunity to soar.
After all these years, no one knows better than him what kind of person Zhou Ting'an is.
Song Yu used hydrogen peroxide to clean his wound. She felt horrified when she saw the wound, but Zhou Ci seemed to feel no pain and didn't even frown.
Song Yu couldn't help but ask, "Little friend, don't you feel pain when I apply medicine on you like this?"
Zhou Ci stared at Song Yu straight, as if trying to confirm something. He stared for a long while before blinking and saying, "I'm not in pain!"
"It really doesn't hurt?" Song Yu didn't believe it. With so many wounds, how could it not hurt when hydrogen peroxide was poured on them? He was obviously in great pain but he didn't say a word. This kid was so patient.
Song Yu was extremely dissatisfied with Xiao Chen at the moment. She was furious and was thinking about whether she should find a group of people to fight violence with violence, beat Xiao Chen and the others up, and get justice for Zhou Ci.
She thought Zhou Ci was embarrassed and didn't want to cry out in pain to her, so she said considerately: "It's okay if it hurts. If you feel any pain, you can tell me and I can be a little less forceful. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." She also praised him: "You didn't cry out in pain even with such a serious injury. You are better than most people, at least better than me."
Zhou Ci murmured almost silently: "How can my sister be like me." His eyes fell on Song Yu's bow tie. The bow tie was tied at the collar by Song Yu, and it was tied elegantly and neatly, just like the white shirt on Song Yu, clean and beautiful without a single wrinkle.
The smile on her face was like a door that opened up his gloomy life. In his dark world, a ray of light appeared because of her. Although it was faint, it gave him hope from then on.
With such a dazzling sister, how could he, who was struggling in the dust, compare with her?
His sister is also like this, too fickle and unpredictable. Every time he meets her, she disappears for several years. Doesn't he really think he is a trouble?
When he was very young, Zhou Ci knew that no one had the obligation to be unconditionally kind to another person, not even biological parents.
Zhou Ci felt that he couldn't afford to gamble, and he didn't want his sister to dislike him, so he just wanted to hide his weaknesses so that he wouldn't become a burden to his sister and annoy her.
He also didn't want to lie to his sister when she asked him this, so he chose not to answer his sister's question about whether it hurt.
Zhou Ci didn't say anything, and Song Yu patiently encouraged him: "Little friend, it's okay, it's really okay, just tell me if it hurts, and your sister won't dislike you."
Song Yu was not obsessed with the question of whether Zhou Ci would feel pain, but was guiding Zhou Ci to face his own heart, speak out his mind, and not keep everything in his heart.
Zhou Ci blinked again. He tried to figure out Song Yu's expression, as if he had confirmed something. Finally, he spoke slowly, "Sister, it hurts!" His voice sounded aggrieved, with a hint of coquettishness.
He is not made of iron, so of course he will feel pain when he is hurt, but he is used to enduring it. He got used to it after enduring it for a while. He was afraid that crying out in pain would dislike his sister, and the last thing he wanted was for his sister to dislike him.
Zhou Nian pushed him down the stairs. When he broke his leg and hit his head with blood, he cried and shouted in pain to Zhou Ting'an. That was the last chance he gave Zhou Ting'an. He treated him as a father to rely on. When he was wronged, he wanted to seek comfort from him, but Zhou Ting'an would only scold him endlessly, disgusted with his weakness, and then let the mother and daughter confuse right and wrong, and indulged them in humiliating him behind his back.
From then on, he never called Zhou Tingan "Dad" again. He endured all the pain by himself and kept all the suffering in his heart.
He doesn't complain to anyone because no one will pity him and he doesn't need anyone's pity.
He will live a good life, live like a human being, stand in that high position, step on those who bullied him, make them cry bitterly, and make their lives worse than death.
Song Yu looked at him with pity. He was not very old, but he had already learned to read people's expressions and act accordingly at such a young age. It was conceivable how much he had suffered. A child without a mother was really pitiful.
Song Yu rubbed his head comfortingly, but was afraid of hurting the injury on his head, so she didn't dare to use force. "It's okay. If you get hurt again and feel pain, just tell me. I love you."
Zhou Ci looked up at her: "Can I still trust my sister? She promised me she would never disappear again, but I still can't find her."
"Didn't I leave you my phone number? Why didn't you call me? I've been waiting for you for a long time." This was also what Song Yu found strange, as Zhou Ci clearly had her phone number.
Zhou Ci looked at her aggrievedly: "I called, but the number was unavailable. I also tried changing a few digits and calling again, but the people who answered the phone were not my sister."
"Impossible!" Song Yu said with certainty, "There's no way I could have written the wrong phone number. I wouldn't make such a small mistake."
Zhou Ci found a well-preserved note from his dirty schoolbag and handed it to Song Yu: "I've never lost the phone number my sister wrote to me..."
Song Yu felt a little depressed. This kid would always remember any warmth given to him by others.
This note has been with him for many years and he has kept it so well. He must have cherished it very much.
After all, there are too few people in this world who are kind to him, so when he gets something good, he will always remember it in his heart and never forget it.
Song Yu sighed inwardly, took the note and took a look at it. She was so angry that she almost exploded. She pointed at a few places on the note and said to Zhou Ci, "This phone number has been changed. These strokes are not my handwriting. Who is so excessive? What's wrong with me calling you? Why do you want to destroy this?"
Zhou Ci carefully placed the note back into the box in his schoolbag, zipped up the outside of the box, and said without emotion, "Except for that woman, there will be no other choice."
"Is she crazy? What kind of person is Grandpa Zhou? Does she think her little tricks can stop you?" Song Yu was so angry that he was fuming.
Zhou Ci glanced at her, and a smile crept onto his stern face: "Are you angry about me, sister?"
Song Yu said confidently: "Yes! Shouldn't it be like this?"
Zhou Ci tilted his head slightly to look at Song Yu, his eyes sparkling, his tone full of trust: "Thank you, sister! With you, I won't be afraid of anything in the future."
Song Yu put a band-aid on the wound she had cleaned and nodded heavily: "Well, don't be afraid of her, I will help you, I will grow up soon."
Zhou Ci leaned on Song Yu's shoulder affectionately and said softly, "Then sister, grow up quickly. I want to grow up quickly too."
When he grows up, he doesn't want to be separated from his sister anymore.
If anyone dares to bully his sister, he will never let him go.
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