The boy's figure was unsteady, and he emerged from the room with unsteady steps. The man with the tattooed arm quickly went to support him.
"Young Master, you... sigh, can't you just listen to the master?" The tattooed man looked at the blood seeping from the boy's back, staining his shirt.
He just couldn't understand it at all. Did teenage boys really enjoy getting beaten up so much?
"If you want to vent, I'll fight with you, young master."
Shi Youxi showed no sign of pain. He smiled and said, "Let's make plans again next time. I'm fine."
Ignoring the tattooed man's attempts to persuade him to stay and clean his wounds, he didn't even put on his coat and got straight into the car.
"bite!"
Shi Youxi took out her phone and saw that it was Guan Shiyan calling.
"Ahem, hello."
Before Guan Shiyan could speak, he heard the boy coughing. He asked sharply, "What's wrong? What did you do this time?"
"Nothing was done, it was just a little cold."
Guan Shiyan heard Fengliu's voice, "You're outside? You didn't go burying snow again, did you! Can't you behave yourself? How will we find you if you're dead!"
Shi Youxi glanced at the thick snowdrifts outside the window and laughed, "How could that be? I value my life very much."
Guan Shiyan: "Bullshit!"
It was because Shi Youxi said that the older sister told her that in the cartoon, if you were buried in snow for 15 minutes and didn't come out, you would die.
This guy actually went and went to test it.
But it was precisely because that cartoon actually existed, and Guan Shiyan himself felt that his memory was incorrect, that he was able to recall it.
At a time when no one believed in Shi Youxi.
Guan Shiyan said he believed in him and believed in the existence of Mu Yiran.
Guan Shiyan reflected on Shi Youxi's increasingly severe self-destructive tendencies over the past few years.
I am incredibly grateful that I managed to grab Shi Youxi, who was standing on the edge of the cliff.
"Anyway, you better behave yourself. I did what you asked me to do, but... is this really okay? Those are your parents..."
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that it hasn't been brought to light yet."
"All right."
"By the way, the people at Shenzhen-Hong Kong University said they don't have any of the students you drew."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then, "...Hmm."
Guan Shi hesitated for a moment before speaking, then asked, "You mean if...?"
"Never mind, it's nothing."
The call ended.
Shi Youxi stared blankly out the window.
He knew what Guan Shiyan hadn't finished saying.
What if I can't find it...?
What if I can't find it in my entire life...?
As the car entered the city, various vendors lined the traffic lights.
An old man with a strong Northeastern accent twirled a wooden stick and called out, "Ten yuan a stick! Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple—a whole variety!"
Do you have pink ones?
The old man looked up and saw a young man in a thin shirt standing in front of him. He had pale skin and dark, inky features, clearly a child from a wealthy family. Why did he look like he was about to go to the rooftop?
The old man nodded. "Yes, I'll mix it for you. What kind do you want?"
"Love".
The old man chuckled, "You've got quite the girlish heart, huh?"
It looked like it was going to snow again. The wind was howling. The old man tightened his military overcoat and glanced at Shi Youxi: "You're freezing, young man. Go get a coat and put it on. Don't blame me if you catch a cold."
Shi Youxi acted as if she hadn't heard anything, staring intently at the finished product in his hand.
When the old man saw the driver peeking out from behind the boy, he clicked his tongue, took something out of his pocket, and stuffed it into the boy's frozen, red palm.
"Here you go, my daughter gave it to me, it's still warm."
"......"
"Even though you're a boy, you still need to keep warm and not overdo it,"
"There you go."
Shi Youxi stared blankly at the inflated hand warmer in his hand, while on his other hand, pink ones were being blown by the wind and stuck to his body in fluffy strands.
There was a hole somewhere, and suddenly it couldn't be plugged.
"Hurry up and pay the fare and get in the car, it's all going to blow away... Oh dear, it's snowing, you've got some on your face."
Snowflakes clung to Shi Youxi's eyelashes, melted, and dripped down in a wet stream.
Shi Youxi reached out and covered her eyes in a daze.
"ah...."
The old man handed him a tissue, saying, "Wipe your tears... Hey, why are you crying!"
The old man was shocked: Is this a scam?
They came in a luxury car worth millions to extort money from a street vendor?!
He rushed to Shi Youxi's side in a flurry of activity.
"You, you don't have any money? If you don't have any money, never mind, I'll give it to you. Don't cry."
Before him, the boy's spine was bent, his hunched body trembled incessantly, and his low, hoarse sobs drifted in the wind, like a child crying incessantly.
It's still very sweet, and the hand warmer is very warm too.
Nothing has changed since you left.
But I am just...
I miss you so much.
…
The taxi drove into a villa area in the center of Haikou and stopped at one of the villas.
The house was bought by Mu Yiran's father before their marriage, so after Mu Yiran came of age, her grandfather transferred the house to her name.
She rarely saw her grandfather because he was her father's adoptive father, and they weren't very close. He was a reclusive old man who lived alone.
I should take advantage of this trip back to visit him properly.
Mu Yiran took out her key, unlocked the door, and went inside.
She stood in the entryway and smiled, "Mom and Dad, Ranran is back."
The villa was empty, except for her echo.
All the decorations and furniture are exactly the same as when my parents were still alive.
Mu Yiran put down her luggage and walked towards the small attic.
She was too young and too heartbroken at the time, so she kept all her parents' belongings in the attic, which was renovated by her father, Mu Yu.
Who didn't have a castle or something like that in their childhood?
Thirteen-year-old Mu Yiran has kept her parents safe and sound in her castle.
The attic was small, with crisscrossing support beams overhead.
Mu Yiran squatted on the ground and rummaged through the neatly stacked cabinets. The old-fashioned photo albums were easy to find.
She flipped through the books one by one; they were full of Wen Qie's photos, mostly from her teenage years, and later Mu Yu appeared.
There is no Bai Shengsheng.
If, as Xing Jie said, the three of them were once so close, they should have taken quite a few photos together.
At this moment.
Mu Yiran found a gift box-shaped object in the cabinet where photo albums were stored.
She opened it, and inside was a small jade pendant, with a piece of paper underneath.
It reads: Congratulations on the birth of your big, healthy son. My mentor gave me a jade pendant.
Don't forget you have two friends far away; keep in touch.
September 24, 2000.
This was a newborn gift for a child, but for some reason Wenqie didn't send it out.
And this jade…
Mu Yiran touched the jade bracelet on her wrist. The two jade bracelets were made of the same material. Could this have been made by her mother?
Mu Yiran's heart raced as she looked at the date on the screen.
She pulled out the paper.
The smooth back made her instinctively flip the paper over.
It's a photograph.
Her mother, Wen Qie, and Bai Shengsheng, as well as her grandfather whom she had just remembered.
A group photo of the three of them.
"!"
"this…"
Mu Yiran was dumbfounded.
This is a massive amount of information.
Overwhelmed with surprise, she sprang to her feet, her head slamming into the imposing load-bearing beam.
"ah!"
Mu Yiran was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes. She squinted and rubbed her head.
Suddenly!
A cold voice came over.
"Miss Cheng, are you alright?"
Mu Yiran: "!"
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a man sitting opposite her.
Holy crap!
"Shi Yan! It's you?!"
...
Finally put it on
Then, the male protagonist is indeed ill, mentally ill, and unconscious self-harm is the beginning of his illness.
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