Chapter 1394: What this world imposes on him is that he is completely unable to relieve himself
The scene went from chaos to quiet.
Qin Chuli's emotions also changed from rage to clenching his fists and suppressing his emotions.
Zhou Enyou asked the fat man to drive the car out and take Qin Chuli home.
Qin Chuli didn't say a word along the way.
After entering the house, he whispered to Zhou Enyou, "I'm going to cook."
Zhou Enyou did not stop him and let him go to that small space to calm down.
By the time dinner was ready, Qin Chuli had returned to normal.
Zhou Enyou still didn't ask any more questions.
After finishing dinner and washing up, Qin Chuli changed his clothes and came out of the room. Zhou Enyou was still sitting on the sofa reading a book. Qin Chuli walked over with a book and glanced at Zhou Enyou.
This time, Zhou Enyou took the initiative and said, "Should I give you some time to calm down? If you want to go to Lao Wu and the others for a while, that's fine too."
Qin Chuli shook his head and sat down at Zhou Enyou's feet.
Zhou Enyou said nothing more and lowered his head to read.
At ten o'clock in the evening, when Zhou Enyou put away the book and lay down on the sofa, Qin Chuli also closed the book and said softly, "I'm sorry for letting you hear this."
Zhou Enyou looked at him.
There was only a dim table lamp around, and the room was silent. Qin Chuli lowered his head, and his loose clothes made him look a little indifferent at the moment.
"I don't know if you want to listen."
"But he's not someone who will give up easily, so if you meet him next time, just ignore him. I'll handle the rest myself."
"As for...what he said about Xiaojie...do you want to hear it?"
Zhou Enyou tilted his head to look at him. Qin Chuli's expression was calmer than ever before, but his whole body seemed to be shattered in the darkness.
"Do you want to say something?" Zhou Enyou asked him.
Qin Chuli still lowered his head. "Before, I never thought about saying it. It's too difficult to say it. But if you want to listen, then I'm willing to try to say it."
Zhou Enyou: "Then let's not talk about it."
Qin Chuli raised his head and looked at Zhou Enyou.
Zhou Enyou said, "It's the past, isn't it? Since it's in the past, there's no need to embarrass myself by bringing it up again. I'm not one to listen to stories anyway."
Qin Chuli shook his head, "It has never been over."
If someone else said these words to Zhou Enyou, he would really stop talking.
But this is Zhou Enyou.
He has to say it.
Regardless of whether he is in her future or not, he hopes to tell her everything about himself and let her judge whether he is worthy of close friendship.
I didn’t say that before…
It was really too difficult to say it, but now that he had to say it, he shouldn't avoid it anymore.
"However," Qin Chuli pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, "it's a bit dirty. If you can't stand it, just stop it."
Zhou Enyou looked at Qin Chuli deeply and said, "Okay."
"I was taken abroad when I was six years old. You may have heard before that Qin Yu... was a little special. The man was called Xiaojie, a foreigner. At first, my father would bring him to our house to stay for a few days, and then more and more frequently. During that time, my grandfather was very busy and had little time to stay at home.
At first I didn't notice anything unusual about Xiaojie. I could feel that he treated me very well. Later on, I gradually became uncomfortable because he would touch me here and there more and more. I started to feel uncomfortable and would rather hide in my room than come out to eat.
Xiaojie later came to my room by himself. I locked the door, so he took the key and came over while I was sleeping. For a long time, I couldn't really fall asleep, and I suffered from mental weakness during that time.
"I told Qin Yu, but he was stunned at first, then slapped me hard and said I was a bitch! Later, Qin Yu also became defensive, so Xiao Jie didn't dare to go too far. After that, I don't know why, Qin Yu and Xiao Jie started to quarrel.
We had another heated argument, and Xiaojie ran out. Qinyu chased him for a long time, and they both came back dripping wet. That day, after returning, the way Qinyu looked at me was different. That night, Qinyu brought me a glass of milk and insisted on watching me drink it. I was only seven years old at the time, and I was wary, but he was my dad, so it was really hard to guess any ill intentions. Besides, he and Xiaojie..."
Qin Chuli paused. "When the milk kicked in, I saw Xiaojie come in with a lewd smile on his face. He even started unbuckling his belt in front of me. I was so dizzy that I could barely open my eyes. In a trance, I saw Qin Yu looking in through the crack in the door."
"I called out to him, but he just smiled sullenly. I used up the last bit of my strength and squeezed myself into the bathroom. When my mind was unconscious and my body was burning, I called the old man. As soon as the call went through, he understood my incoherent words. Then I used a wooden stick to jam the door lock and passed out."
"When I woke up, the old man hadn't come back. I thought everything was over. I opened the door groggily, and the heavy breathing mixed with the rain suddenly rushed into my ears. I saw Qin Yu...he..."
Qin Chuli could hardly continue speaking.
He endured it for a while, and finally, could only reluctantly say, "That was the most embarrassing interpretation of sex I had when I was young."
Zhou Enyou looked at him and asked softly, "So, you're afraid of interacting with people?"
Qin Chuli nodded. "At first, I was afraid of everyone around me. Qin Yu privately warned me not to tell anyone about what happened that day, saying that I was a jerk and that's why Xiaojie had such feelings for me. He also said that if I told anyone, people outside would think I was abnormal. The old man also didn't let me call the police, saying that it would bring shame to the Qin family. In short, for a while, it seemed like everything became my problem."
"Qin Yu was picky about my clothes, and he became increasingly displeased with me. Every time Xiao Jie looked at me with that disgusting look, I felt creepy. For a long time, I could only sleep well in the bathroom, with a wooden stick stuck in the door lock."
"Later, I felt like I had some health issues, but I didn't dare tell anyone. Then the discomfort seemed to disappear, so I just ignored it."
Just when Zhou Enyou thought that this was all in the past tense.
Qin Chuli said softly, "Later, the old man's business grew a bit, and we moved to another place. That place was left for Qin Yu to live in. Qin Yu didn't like me either, so we didn't see each other much later, until Qin Meng's tenth birthday."
"Qin Yu brought Xiao Jie with him. Xiao Jie was very happy that day. I could feel his eyes constantly on me. I felt uncomfortable and went back to get some fresh air. Xiao Jie followed me. I went back to my room and locked the door. I didn't go to bed until very late."
"In my dream, I smelled a faint fragrance, then the hotel door opened and I heard footsteps. I strained to open my eyes and saw Xiaojie. He smiled as he walked towards me. Then, he lay down beside me. He seemed to say something last, and then I heard a painful, harsh sound."
"I felt a red hot flush under my palm. I was so frightened that I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. In the end, I could only fall into an endless coma."
"When I woke up, the first person I saw was Qin Yu. He stared at me in disbelief. I turned around in confusion and saw Xiao Jie dead beside me, with a dagger stuck in his chest!"
"He died right next to me. I later learned that I was unconscious for two hours."
"This...means that after Xiaojie died, he lay next to me for two hours."
Qin Chuli tried hard to control his emotions and continued to speak word by word, "Qin Yu felt that it was me who made Xiaojie unable to love him, and that it was me who killed Xiaojie! He always felt that I was the one who should go to hell!"
"He even hired someone to kill me. He felt that I had taken away the love of his life."
Qin Chuli lowered his head. After all these years, he still didn't understand. He didn't even understand this world. "But I, at that time," he said slowly, word by word, "was only twelve years old."
An age when you don’t know anything.
What this world imposes on him is a malice that he is completely unable to vent himself.
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