Chapter 101
Peng An and the others walked for a long time before they realized that Qu Xing hadn't even eaten.
He nodded at Yue Peng and said, "Just wait, I don't think you want this job anymore."
Yue Peng still stiffened his neck: "What the hell did I do?"
Peng An gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "You know he's sick? Look at the entire base, everyone obeys him in every way, afraid of making him unhappy in the slightest. And you dare to tear down his poster and call him a cripple?"
Yue Peng was filled with hatred. "He collapsed like this? So fragile. It's all because of you born dogs."
Peng An: "How can you talk like that! What do you mean by a born dog? You have no empathy at all? Such a poor child has a mental illness! What's wrong with taking care of him? Why are you so fucking so sour?"
Yue Peng truly had no empathy. He rolled his eyes and said, "Why would someone with a mental disorder even want to play this profession?" Seeing that Qu Xing had left, leaving only the powerless cook, he spoke even more brazenly, "His hands are broken, and he has mental problems. They signed this piece of crap to be worshipped every day!"
Peng An gritted his teeth: "I really should record this for you."
Yue Peng raised his chin: "You record it!"
Peng An waved his phone at him. "If I wasn't afraid that letting them know would affect my performance, I would tell them now. Just wait until the game is over. You'd better behave yourself during this period. When Xingxing comes back, you should apologize to me."
Yue Peng scoffed disdainfully and said sarcastically, "Xingxing—a bunch of grown men yelling that is disgusting."
Peng An didn't want to argue with him anymore: "Alright, just wait to be fired."
After Qu Xing went out, he wandered around. There was a skateboard standing at the door, so he kicked it out and played with it.
He wasn't angry. Yue Peng's words and actions didn't touch him, and he wasn't hurt by Yue Peng. Words like "disabled" and "useless" weren't offensive to him. No one could judge him with a few words, and he wouldn't feel useless because of a few judgments. Only he knew himself best.
He just wanted to come out and wake up. The air inside was too stuffy, and their roaring always made him feel like he was still in that chaotic dream.
Before I knew it, I had skated to the Music Park.
He felt a little tired and a little dizzy, so he lifted up his skateboard, picked it up, and found a place to sit and stare blankly.
The sky was overcast, the wind carrying a slight dampness. Qu Xing had been sitting there for a while when he suddenly sensed movement nearby. Turning his head, he saw a little girl eating ice cream. Her short legs dangled in the air beneath her baggy shorts, her hands and face covered in ice cream. Her hair was somehow unevenly cut. Qu Xing's astonishing intuition was the only factor that allowed him to tell she was a girl.
The little girl noticed his gaze, looked up at him, then put her head back and continued eating as if nothing had happened. Qu Xing watched helplessly as she licked a drop of pink, greasy ice cream and it dripped onto her already messy little hand.
Qu Xing couldn't help but chuckle. He fished out a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled out one, and carefully moved closer to her, dipping her hand in the water so as not to disturb her while she was eating.
The little girl looked at him again and swallowed a mouthful of ice cream. She nudged herself closer to him, sitting next to him. Then, she fixed her gaze on the ice cream and licked it anxiously, but still couldn't stop it from dripping down. She said in a childish voice, "No need to wipe it off."
"Oh." Qu Xing withdrew his hand and continued to stare blankly while holding the dirty tissue.
The little girl slurped the ice cream for a long time before finally finishing it. She leaned over and reached out to take the paper Qu Xing had just used to wipe her hands.
Qu Xing looked at her and felt that half of the ice cream was on her.
It’s good, at least I won’t get a stomachache from eating too much.
The little girl got up and found that the ice cream on her body had gotten onto Qu Xing.
She said nothing, sat sideways, unfolded the tissue, and wiped Qu Xing carefully just like he had wiped her just now.
Qu Xing glanced down and said, "No need to wipe it."
"Oh." The little girl sat back down, holding the tissue, and said, "Then I won't wipe it either."
Qu Xing asked, "Why?"
"We are good friends." The little girl said, "Good friends should be the same."
Qu Xing: "Why should good friends be the same?"
The little girl said: "Because we are good friends."
Qu Xing: "Okay."
He looked away, and felt dazed again, as if he was still in a dream. The dreamlike feeling became stronger and stronger, so much so that when he looked at the few rays of sunlight leaking out of the gloomy sky, he began to believe that this was a dream.
I just haven't woken up yet. It's nice to just drift along in this daze.
"It's okay. If the clothes get dirty, just wash them." The little girl leaned over and looked up at him and said, "Don't be sad."
Qu Xing looked at her and said, "I'm not sad. Just wash the dirty clothes."
The little girl looked at him for a moment and smiled: "I like you!"
Qu Xing also smiled at her: "Is it because we are the same?"
The little girl nodded. "Yes! My classmates in kindergarten are all my good friends, but if their clothes get dirty, they will cry. I don't know why they cry. I didn't cry even when my mom cut my hair like this because I knew it would grow back!"
Qu Xing looked at her hair and burst into laughter.
"But you can't laugh at me!" said the little girl.
"I'm sorry." Qu Xing put away his smile, humbly admitted his mistake, and explained, "I wasn't laughing at you. I just thought your mother was really interesting."
"My mom is so interesting." The little girl said, then she saw Qu Xing's hand, her eyes widened, and she carefully picked it up with her two sticky hands: "What's wrong with your hand!"
Qu Xing's thoughts wandered for a moment. He wondered how Ling Yin would react if he were touched by those sticky hands.
If it was a small Ling Yin, he would have ruthlessly shaken it off. If it was the current large Ling Yin, he might have been more gentle. Without changing his expression, he answered the other person's question while unnoticedly removing his hand. Then he would try to distance himself, quickly end the conversation, and find a place to wash his hands.
He curled his lips and recalled his thoughts, and answered her: "I was accidentally scratched."
The little girl held his hand and patted it twice, comforting him: "It's okay, my hair will grow back, and your hand will grow back too. Don't be sad."
Qu Xing nodded: "Okay."
The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard him say "Okay," and she looked at him worriedly. She changed her tone and said, "You should be sad for a while, because it must be very painful when you're not well."
Qu Xing nodded again: "Okay then."
They sat quietly again. Qu Xing stared at the skateboard under his feet for a while, then looked up and saw a familiar face.
Or rather, very familiar.
Because this face must have appeared in front of him from time to time when he was very young.
He looked at her quietly, thinking: This is indeed a dream. Will she scream at him in the next second? Will she also have a knife in her hand?
Qu Xing's body was a little tense, and he looked at Cun Ziying for a long time.
The little girl also looked at her, and after a while she turned around and whispered in his ear: "Brother, she has been staring at you."
Qu Xing: “Yeah.”
Little girl: "I'm a little scared, let's run."
Yes, run.
When you are afraid, run.
"You run first." Qu Xing whispered, "I'll run somewhere else later."
"Okay." The little girl rubbed down and ran away with her short legs. Qu Xing saw her throw herself into the arms of a man. The man picked her up.
Cun Ziying didn't yell at him. She just stood there hesitantly for a long time, and when she saw that Qu Xing looked calm, she walked over.
When she sat beside him, Qu Xing's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He had never felt this way before in his life, never felt so uncomfortable in Qu Hongfei's presence, as if his hands and feet were tied and some kind of scalding, poisonous liquid was pouring into his body.
And he felt that the people around him were as nervous as he was.
The woman tilted her head and looked at him for a long time before finally speaking. Aside from a slight tremor, her voice was much calmer than Qu Xing had imagined. "I saw you in the psychiatric department," she said.
Qu Xing turned his head to look at her.
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